Page 17 of Collin, Episodes 13-15 (The Residency Boys #5)

Damian smirked. “It would be. I will certainly be cursing later, if they do it, because it would be frustrating as hell, but I’d also love to watch you.”

Collin whimpered. “If you’re there in the other cage and I can see you, then I want to try. I know Richard and émeric want to train me to be able to take being left alone for periods of time, and most of this would be sleeping.”

Collin managed to make his request, stammering and blushing, over dinner. émeric and Richard exchanged glances.

“What do you say, émeric?” Richard gestured with a glass of sparkling water. “Shall we have a pup and a kitten in their kennels tonight?”

émeric studied Collin’s blushing face and Damian’s averted one. “I think it’s worth a try, mon amour. Kitten has separation anxiety, but perhaps…if he can still hear us and see his brother?”

After dinner, Richard went off with Damian, and émeric took Collin to a bathroom separately.

It was smaller than the one in The Residency but charming and with more character.

The shower was in the center of everything, and the toilet was in a tiny room of its own.

The tub was up against a window with a wide polished wood ledge, and the tub was a piece of art, made entirely out of what appeared to be colored glass, in soft-shaped flowers and shrubbery, lit from within by glowing lights. Collin couldn’t help but stare at it.

émeric chuckled and nudged Collin forward.

“Naked, kitten. Stare at the tub later.” He went to the wall to turn on a rain shower.

It fell from directly overhead into the softly sunken center of the room.

It just looked like an empty space until the water appeared, and he looked up and saw the vents.

Collin pulled off his pants and shirt. The weeks they’d all had to avoid wetting bandages and casts had made each shower and bath that much more precious. The tub could wait, although he totally hoped to have a bath with émeric in it at some point.

émeric joined him in the warm, falling water. Collin wrapped his arms around his Sir and laid his head on his shoulder. “Missed this.”

“So did I.” émeric pressed his lips against the back of Collin’s neck.

They washed slowly. As they finished, émeric urged Collin down on his knees. He wrapped his hand around his cock and tapped the fat head against Collin’s lips.

“Make me hard for your master, little one. After we put you in your kennel, he and I are going to play.

“Yes, sir.” Inside his cage, Collin’s cock ached for the first time in weeks. They’d played a little but not like this. émeric and Richard had been so careful with him. It felt like he’d passed some sort of test that émeric was willing to use him again.

Collin licked and kissed up and down his Sir’s cock twice and then swallowed it down. émeric held him by his good shoulder and thrust shallowly into Collin’s mouth. After no more than a few minutes, he pulled out, hard, the veins standing out on the underside of his shaft.

“Good boy.”

Collin smiled up at his Sir and kissed his thigh. “Thank you, sir.”

émeric dried him off and supervised his bedtime routine but denied him clothes. He put a purple leather collar around Collin’s neck and attached a lead, then added cuffs on Collin’s ankles. Collin groaned when he saw the kitten mittens waiting on the same tray of implements as the lead.

émeric smirked and held out his hand. “Paws, kitten.”

Collin hung his head and offered up one hand after the other to be encased in padded leather and relegated to paws only.

“Bend over, kitten.”

Collin folded himself down to the counter and spread his legs, expecting the cold injection of lube into his hole and then the clinical insertion of his tail. It was better being fitted out in his kitten gear this way without any fuss, both easier and more humiliating.

émeric patted his ass. “There you go, pretty boy. All done. I’d love to put a bow on your pretty little penis, but I’m afraid you’d combust without the cage.” He clipped Collin’s wrists together behind his back, moving Collin’s arms carefully.

“Are you going to milk me tomorrow, sir?”

“Are you desperate, boy?”

Collin nodded. He leaned against his Sir, rubbing his face on émeric’s shoulder. “I’ve had dreams of you milking me or Richard letting me come.”

“Hmm.” émeric sounded entirely too amused. He eased the normal urethra plug out of Collin’s slit and started to sink a new wider plug into his cock.

Collin keened. He whimpered and lifted his feet up and down in place, pulling at his cuffed wrists.

“Still, boy.”

“It’s big, sir.”

“The better to keep your milk inside you until I want it.”

Collin whined. His balls throbbed, and his ass gripped rhythmically at the plug end of the tail in his hole.

émeric forced Collin back against the counter and pinned him there with his body. He gripped Collin’s caged cock with a better angle and fucked the lubed plug into Collin’s slit until all but the end had disappeared.

Chastened and defeated, Collin whined low and miserably as émeric locked it into place. There was no way he could forget, like he usually did, that not only was his dick stuffed into a cage but he was also being penetrated at all times.

The humbled, submissive weight he’d missed so much seeped into his chest and sank down into his belly. “Thank you, sir.”

“Good boy.” émeric cupped Collin’s face in both hands and kissed him thoroughly, with tongue, owning Collin’s mouth.

He stepped back and picked up the lead, jiggling it between them. “Time for bed, kitten.”

Collin followed, cheeks burning, feeling small.

Back in the master bedroom, Damian and Richard had returned.

Damian was on a leash and muzzled. His legs were each bent at the knee and strapped ankle to thigh so that he had to crawl on his hands and knees.

His hands were wrapped in leather paws like Collin’s except they matched the rest of his pup gear and looked canine instead of feline.

Richard sat on a stool with Damian held at attention on all fours in front of him.

Every now and then, he reached down and stroked Damian’s dick.

Each time he did, Damian shifted and growled.

Each time he raised a paw or a knee, Richard laid a strike with a switch across Damian’s beautiful, round ass.

Collin’s cheeks tingled faintly, seeing Damian like this. He couldn’t help but look at Damian’s hard cock bobbing between his legs.

“This is going to take a minute,” Richard said to émeric. “Pup’s excitable.”

émeric hummed absently. “What’s he supposed to be doing?”

“Taking nice pets between the legs with good manners.” Richard smirked. “But he’s having an attitude.”

“It looks like it.” émeric chuckled. “That’s quite a collection of strikes he’s earned.”

Richard rubbed a hand over Damian’s ass and leaned down to kiss it. “I don’t mind.”

émeric laughed. He pointed Collin to a fainting couch and undid his wrist cuffs, helping him put his paws in front of himself. “Stay here, pet. I’m just going to turn down the bed and get your kennel ready.”

While Damian built up an impressive number of tiny welts on his ass, émeric prepared the room for the night.

He set a couple of covered trays of tools on the bedside tables.

There were drawers built into the bed frame underneath the mattress block.

He opened a few of them, satisfying himself with what was inside.

Damian’s growls changed to whines and then full-on whimpers.

Collin couldn’t help but watch. Richard was merciless, welting Damian’s defenseless ass for every single break in posture until Damian broke and started to cry, tears running down his face into the muzzle.

He wasn’t allowed to drop his head or shift his weight on his hands or knees or pull his thighs together.

He looked like a show dog, back arched and legs spread.

Richard stroked Damian’s throbbing cock from root to tip and let go.

“Good boy. That’s the first one tonight. Can you do it again?” He pressed a single finger to Damian’s slit.

Damian tossed his head.

Richard swatted him.

Something suspiciously like a sob broke out from behind the muzzle. Damian corrected his posture.

“Let’s try again, Pup. I know it’s been a long time.” Richard stroked Damian again. This time, Damian endured.

Richard rubbed his thumb over the head of Damian’s cock. Sweat stood out on Damian’s head, but he held.

Richard gave him one more long stroke. Damian was so hard as Richard released him that his cock bobbed up against his belly.

“Good boy. Three strokes. You did it.”

Damian groaned.

Richard picked up a remote. “Time to let you come, Pup.”

Damian shook his head, eyeing the remote with wide, round eyes.

“Eyes forward, Pup. You need to sleep, and this will help.”

Damian whined hard.

Richard chuckled and thumbed on a remote.

Damian’s entire body tightened and rolled, starting from his ass and moving up his back into his shoulders. He shuddered, but his knees and paws stayed where they were.

Collin eyed the puppy tail in Damian’s ass. It had to be a vibrating plug. Nothing else explained the way Damian was shuddering and sweating even though Richard was doing nothing but gently petting his back.

Cum shot out of Damian’s cock and painted the floor. Richard immediately hit the remote, and Damian relaxed, chest heaving.

“Good boy.” Richard pulled a damp washcloth out of a warming dish on the shelf behind him and started wiping Damian down.

He loosened the straps on Damian’s legs and let him ease down in an easier position, sitting on his ass, legs folded under him.

Finished rubbing the sweat off Damian, he wiped the mess off the floor.

“Let’s get you in bed. You look done in, Pup.” Richard eased the muzzle away from Damian’s face and picked up the lead, guiding Damian toward the left-hand side of the bed and the open door to the twin-mattress-sized cage built in under the bed.

“Bed for you, too, kitten.” émeric came to collect Collin.