Page 1 of Collin, Episodes 13-15 (The Residency Boys #5)

Then Mr. Reevesworth swept Collin off his feet in a bridal carry. “Crate time, kitten.” He smirked, carrying him into the bedroom. He smiled down at Collin and kissed his nose. “Be good for us, okay?”

“How can I be good in a crate?”

Mr. Moreau laughed. “By getting whimpery, needy, and clinging from listening to us.” He opened the crate from the top. When it had gotten in the bedroom, Collin had not noticed, but it was installed at the foot of the bed. Mr. Reevesworth lowered Collin into it.

There were two pillows inside and a soft blanket from the bed that smelled like all of them. Collin curled up on his side and looked up at his doms.“You’re going to have sex and leave me here.”

“Don’t worry, we’ll let you out after.” Mr. Reevesworth stroked Collin’s nose with his knuckle as if he were Artemis. “This is what people do with pets, isn’t it?”

Collin whimpered. Mr. Moreau and Mr. Reevesworth made quick work of wrapping cuffs around his wrists and ankles and latching them to the sides of the crate so that Collin was on his back, wrists pinned near his ears and his legs bent and spread.

He was empty and open. Desperation started to rise up in his throat at the idea of being left like this while his doms made love together.

Mr. Moreau pressed a slicked dildo against his hole. It was slender and sank into him. “There you go, pet.”

Mr. Reevesworth crouched down next to Collin.

“I know this might be a little hard, boy, but like we talked about when we were going over the contract, émeric and I still need each other and still need time to focus on each other. Sometimes that will look like this, and sometimes it will be when you’re not around. ”

Collin sobered a little. He did remember; they had talked about jealousy and individual time very frankly. He just hadn’t realized it would happen so soon. And maybe he had gotten used to being the focus of both of his doms all the time.

Mr. Moreau stroked Collin’s thigh. “No gags. If you need us or you start to panic, call us. We’ll hear you.”

“Yes, sir.”

“Don’t hold back, Collin. If you’re struggling, tell us.” Mr. Reevesworth reinforced the order. He kissed Collin’s fingers through the side of the cage. “You’re bringing me pleasure, kitten.”

“Sir?” Collin blinked at his Master.

“Knowing that I’m about to be in bed with émeric while you stay here bound and waiting for us, being good for us, it’s a thrill. Like being high.”

Collin flushed. “I’m submitting to you.”

“Yes.” Mr. Reevesworth reached through the bars and trailed his fingertips over Collin’s ribs and brushed against his bruised nipples. “It’s beautiful.”

He smirked at his doms. “Are you going to break any beds, sirs?”

“We’ll try not to,” Mr. Reevesworth grinned back.

“Kiss, please?”

Mr. Reevesworth stood up and leaned into the cage, pressing his lips against Collin’s. “Do you want your sir’s, too?”

Yes! Collin nodded.

Mr. Moreau came around and kissed him as well. They both petted him, and he nipped at their fingers.

“And that is why we have cages for naughty, nippy kittens,” Mr. Moreau said. He straightened up and shook out the sheet in his hand. “Ready to go to sleep, pet?”

“Do you want me to go to sleep, sir?”

Mr. Moreau’s face softened. “I think coming back and finding you asleep like this would require me to get my camera. It would be adorable. And beautiful.”

“Then I’ll try, sir.” Collin let himself yawn. “I’m ready.”

Together with Mr. Reevesworth, Mr. Moreau draped the sheet over the cage.

Collin sagged back against the pillows, letting his arms hang in the cuffs.

He was in the dark, in bondage on his back, open, plugged and caged twice.

His lips twitched, and he almost giggled about the last thought.

Inception caged, cage inside a cage. The idea of Mr. Moreau finding him adorable and wanting to discover him asleep made his chest feel warm.

There’s more than one way to have someone’s attention. And more than one way to love. Because this felt like love. Being here, giving them space to be two for a moment instead of three. This felt like love.

Outside the sheet, small sounds of bodies moving on the mattress of the large bed echoed here and there in the room. Collin let his breathing slow as he listened.

His doms were kissing. It sounded slow and sensual, and every now and then, one or the other whispered something and the other would chuckle or respond in kind. Maybe someday he could take pictures of them.

The muscles in Collin’s back relaxed into the pillows. He squeezed his ass around the dildo in his hole. There was a meditative air about everything, all quiet and soft.

Safe .

Something inside his chest warmed and grew as he listened to his doms moving slowly against each other. How they loved each other was lovely. Their courage. The heat between them after so many years and so many lovers.

They should be together . They should have dates and hold each other and look up and smile at him together when he came into a room. He wanted to serve them breakfast in bed and take pictures of them kissing and cuddling.

Their love for each other felt safe. Like a solid foundation under his feet. Collin sank even deeper into the padding on the bottom of the cage. Their love for each other was a fortress wrapping around him. He closed his eyes and drifted.

He was deeply asleep sometime later when two sets of hands pulled him out of the cage and a strong pair of arms carried him around the end of the bed.

He crawled, yawning, eyes only half open, into the middle.

His master pulled him against his front so that Collin could wrap around him like a koala.

He hummed happily against his Master’s chest. His Master kissed the top of his head and reached down, pulling his ass open.

His sir pulled the dildo out and lay down behind him, and then he was being filled and hugged from both sides, and the world could not be improved on.

He squeezed his hole tight twice, trying to pull his sir in even closer, and then his dreams had him and he was sound asleep again.

Mr. Reevesworth kissed Collin awake an hour earlier than normal. “Wake up, beautiful boy.”

Collin yawned in his face, then slapped a hand over his mouth. Eww. Morning breath. Not the best thing to offer his master.

Mr. Reevesworth kissed him again on the forehead. “We’re going in early. Get up, shower with me, get dressed. We’ll eat at the office. Today will be intense.”

Collin nodded, blurry eyed, hand still over his mouth.

When Collin made it out to the living room, he found Damian was also awake, blinking over a thermos cup of coffee, his briefcase at his feet alongside a backpack. Mr. Moreau handed Collin an extra bag. “Snacks, a change of clothes, a few other things in case the day gets away with itself.”

Collin rubbed his face. Even after the shower, it still didn’t feel like he was supposed to be awake yet.

Mr. Reevesworth looked subdued but less from the earlier hour and more about what he seemed to be contemplating.

He and Mr. Moreau kissed, embracing a little longer than normal, and then Damian, Collin, and Mr. Reevesworth shuffled to the door, putting on shoes and wrapping up in hats and coats.

It was well into November now; northern weather had started to set in.

Security met them directly outside their door, full complements for Damian, Collin, and Mr. Reevesworth, plus Mr. Moreau’s detail, and the now semipermanent door guard for The Residency.

Collin gave them all nods. He nearly knew all their names now and at least recognized all their faces.

Hopefully, soon, they wouldn’t need so much security and they would be able to go back to walking to work on their own and enjoying more freedom.

Cars were waiting downstairs. The trip to the office was a bare few minutes, the normal morning commute crowd mostly not yet out and about.

They had the elevator to themselves on the way up.

Security went in ahead to scope the place out, and then Mr. Reevesworth unlocked his office.

Damian and Collin dumped their coats. Collin looked at the clock.

He had more than an hour before Chinese lessons.

His phone chimed. He glanced at the screen. “Bruiski will be up with breakfast soon.”

Mr. Reevesworth nodded and pulled out his chair. Damian perched on the edge of the desk. Collin grimaced. “It’s going to be a big day, isn’t it.”

Damian shrugged. “If we did our work right, it will be.”

“Should I still have Chinese lessons?”

“The storm will take time to develop.” Mr. Reevesworth turned on his computer. “Do your first hour, but end early. Language acquisition requires as much consistency and return as it does focus.”

“Yes, sir. I’m going to go check on Ash.”

Ash was still asleep, half a dozen screens glowing around him. The only reason Collin got in was that he now knew the combination code to the door.

“Hey.”

Ash lifted his head from the shirt he’d balled up under him as a pillow. “Collin.”

“Want breakfast?”

“Yeah. Gah, I need to shower. Don’t tell me I overslept. There’s like twenty alarms….”

Collin held up his hands. “I’m early. Mr. Reevesworth wanted to get ahead of everything today.”

Ash sat up and stretched. “Oh. So, I can still shower?”

“Totally.”

“Good.” Ash stood up, the blankets falling away to reveal his anime boxers and comic strip cat socks. “Give me twenty minutes.”

“Breakfast will be in the main office.”

“Yep, yep.” Ash started pulling clothes out of a filing cabinet.

Collin smothered a sigh. Just because he wanted something different for his friend didn’t mean that what he wanted was right to push on him, but maybe, just maybe, once this week was over, he could at least talk Ash into a portable closet system.