Page 18 of Collin, Episodes 13-15 (The Residency Boys #5)

Collin followed émeric’s lead to the right side of the bed. The cage there was a mirror to the one Damian was crawling into.

“In,” émeric said.

Collin dropped to all fours and crawled into the cage.

It was as long as the bed and half as wide.

The only thing separating him from Damian was a single set of vertical bars at eight-inch intervals.

The bottom of the cage was soft. There was ambient heating, one blanket, and lots of throw pillows. Collin threw himself at them.

émeric crooked his finger. “Come here, kitten. You can’t sleep in your lead.”

Collin rolled over and let émeric unbuckle the collar and hang it on a hook beside the cage door.

émeric held up a piece of masking tape. “Overnight, I use the tape trust method, kitten. Do you remember it?”

Collin nodded. They’d talked about it in theory before but never used it.

“After I close the door, I’m going to tape it shut. If you have an emergency or can’t use your words for whatever reason, you can push straight through it. It will tear easily. And I’ll know you broke it.”

Collin nodded.

“Words, pet.” émeric smiled. “I know you’re falling into headspace, but I need you with me for this part.”

“Yes, sir.” Collin swallowed. “I can call you. I’m not muzzled or under speech restrictions. I can get out on my own even with the paws on. Every door between me and leaving the house can be opened without fingers. I could get the paws off with my teeth if needed because they aren’t locked.”

“Good boy.” émeric scratched Collin’s neck. “And what happens if you break out and it’s not an emergency?”

“You fig my slit for three minutes, sir.”

“Good.”

Collin glared. “I’m not risking that, sir.”

émeric chuckled. “I almost wish you would.”

Collin shook his head.

Richard rounded the bed, having finished putting Damian in for the night. He crouched down and kissed Collin on the lips, cupping Collin’s face in one hand. “Sleep well, pretty boy.”

“Yes, sir.”

Then Richard and émeric pulled back. émeric shut the door and taped it shut.

They moved away, far enough that all Collin could see was their feet.

He rolled over and found himself beside Damian with only the bars separating them.

Damian looked wrung out. His eyes were still red from crying.

Collin rubbed noses with him through the bars and licked at Damian’s cheek.

Damian nuzzled him back and then put his head down, clearly too tired to do any more.

Collin rolled himself up in the blanket and moved the pillows around to make a comfortable nest.

Sounds of long, slow kisses and whispered French filtered down from bed above. Collin yawned and curled up, listening, eyes half shut.

Richard and émeric took their time. Collin drifted off. He woke up to the entire bed shaking. He blinked in the dim light and found Damian’s eyes were also opened. He shared a smile with Collin.

Collin yawned and giggled. It was so odd to be here, underneath the bed, listening to his doms making love overhead.

Impulsively, he kissed Damian’s nose and curled up against the bars between them, his arm pushed through and his paw resting on Damian’s chest.

Richard roared in French, émeric’s name mixed into the phrases. Collin’s dick tried to twitch, reminding him émeric had speared his slit with a larger than normal plug. He whimpered and pressed his face into his arm.

Damian grinned and reached down between his legs, rubbing himself with his paw.

Collin glared at him. There was nothing stopping Damian from humping something until he came

Which was exactly what Damian did, eyes fixed on Collin, smirking. Collin was reduced to writhing on his stomach, desperate, wanting tears running down his face. He smiled through them, watching Damian use his humiliating frustration to bring himself to completion.

Damian pulled Collin to the bars and licked the tears from his cheeks.

Richard opened the door to Collin’s cage in the morning before either émeric or Damian were awake. Collin yawned and rolled toward him.

Richard smiled and waved him to the door. Collin crawled out and knelt at his Master’s feet. It didn’t feel right to stand up. Richard stroked the top of his head and put the collar and lead around Collin’s neck, leaving Collin’s hands still in the paw mitts.

They went out into the hall and to a different bathroom, this one with a giant spa tub and a view.

Beside the tub, Richard carefully took off all of Collin’s accoutrements except the cage.

Then he towed Collin into the small side shower.

Waterproof shackles hung from the ceiling. Collin looked up and laughed at them.

Richard grinned. He captured Collin’s wrist. “Time to clean you, little one. Inside and out.”

Collin whimpered and let his head fall back, eyes closing.

Richard was thorough but careful. He still wasn’t willing to put a lot of pressure on Collin’s right hand and arm beyond padded cuffs.

No long sessions in bondage on his hands and knees yet.

He apologized with a kiss on Collin’s hip as he laid Collin down and helped him up several times.

“Just another month or two of being cautious, pet. You’re doing so well. ”

Collin pressed his lips in response to the healing scar in the center of his Master’s chest. If he ever had a doubt that he was wanted, all he had to do was look at that mark. He wasn’t first or second but part and parcel of the whole, held inside his Master’s heart.

When they were clean, Richard tested the water in the tub he had started filling earlier during one of the waiting sessions for the enema. Satisfied, he held out his hand to Collin and helped him inside.

He sank down and drew Collin into his lap. The tub was so deep the water came up to Collin’s neck. He felt like he was floating. His Master tethered him against his shoulder, and Collin giggled, watching his legs rise to the surface.

“Not so fast, kitten,” Richard caught Collin around his waist and pulled him back down into the water, tangling their legs. He nibbled kisses down the side of Collin’s neck.

This was bliss. Collin luxuriated against his Master until his body demanded he move.

He turned around only to straddle Richard’s lap, demanding kisses on the lips.

Richard framed Collin’s ass with his hands, holding him close, and answered each nip and press of Collin’s mouth with his own until he finally bent Collin over a folded-up towel and fished lube out of a basket.

The first slide of Richard’s cock in his hole felt like coming home. Collin moaned against the stonework and arched back into Richard.

“Easy, pet. We don’t want to accidentally milk you before émeric gets his hands on you.”

Collin whined.

“There, there.” Richard stroked Collin’s back, keeping his pace slow. “No orgasm for you, not here, kitten. I want you needy and pliant.”

Collin huffed and relaxed but spread his legs farther in invitation. Richard pulled out a little and stroked Collin’s balls. “It’s been so long since you were emptied. I’m going to have to be careful.”

He sank back into Collin’s hole, clearly using Collin more for enjoyment than chasing an orgasm. He stroked Collin’s back and kissed his shoulders and gripped Collin’s hips, rubbing his thumbs in circles against the dimples on Collin’s lower back.

“So good for me, pet.”

“Want to be, Master,” Collin whispered. “Want more of this.”

Richard kissed his back again. “Bit by bit, pretty boy.”

“But we will get back to all of it. He didn’t change that for us, right?” Collin whispered. He didn’t have to say the name of who he was thinking.

“No. He never had that kind of power.” Richard pulled out and turned Collin around. He put the wooden stool from the side shelf into the tub and sat on it, bringing Collin with him and pushing him to straddle his lap, sinking down on his cock again.

This was perfect. The water took their weight, the stool gave Collin’s legs room to fall on either side of Richard’s thighs, and they could see each other face-to-face, all with the comfort of being stuffed full of his Master.

Richard stroked Collin’s cheek. “How long have you been worried, precious boy?”

“A couple weeks?” Collin kept his face averted. “You and émeric have been so gentle with me. I kept telling myself that it was just the injuries.”

“Injuries and maybe the awareness of how close we came to losing you. You were hurt, boy. When I saw you on your knees like that, your face bruised and bleeding, it was all I could do to not forget the plan. I just wanted to hold you. You and émeric. And then I woke up, and neither of you were there. And then you were but not émeric, and you looked even worse.”

Richard drew in a long, shaky breath. “I’ve been seeing my own therapist at least twice a week since I left the hospital. The same one I used to see. He’s in Europe now, but he took my calls.”

“What did you need him for?”

“To make sure I didn’t wrap you and émeric, and Linda, and everyone else around us in so many protective layers that my love became a prison. Because all I wanted to do once we were home again was lock the door and throw away the key to keep you all where I could see you and never lose you.”

Collin tangled his fingers in Richard’s wet hair. “How did you stop yourself?”

“With the same reason and intention that let me walk into that courtyard carrying your record and a flash-bang grenade: living life on our terms in our truth. Hiding in fear of losing what we have would be a form of death in and of itself.”

“So, we’re still going to travel and, someday, walk around without security?”

“There may always be some amount of security in our lives. But we can minimize it and choose when to step out without them. We can travel and take risks and make friends. But instead of the small army we have today, maybe just a handful with Paulsen monitoring intel and handling threats.”

“Do we get a lot of those?”