Page 19 of Collin, Episodes 13-15 (The Residency Boys #5)

“I think we average five death threats a day these past few weeks. Most of them are not credible, but a few have been.”

Collin hugged Richard and kissed the top of his head. He could do that sitting astride his Master’s lap. “It if makes you feel better, you can chip me. I’ve heard you joke about it.”

Richard chuckled. “I might just do that, precious boy. émeric says you want to wear my coat of arms.”

Collin colored and wiggled on Richard’s cock. “I belong to you. I want to be marked.”

“Hmm. I like marking you. I have the coat of arms on a necklace. I’ll let you wear it.

But I think I’d rather commission a new set out of émeric’s coat of arms and mine, and put one in this ear and one in the other.

We’ll tag you as ours. Everyone else might think they are earrings, but we will know. ”

Collin flushed. “Please, sir.”

“émeric has a jeweler in mind, but they are in London. After the new year, we’ll see about commissioning them.”

Richard stroked Collin’s cheek thoughtfully.

“There’s something else I’ve been thinking about since that day I walked in there and saw you bleeding.

I want everyone to know you are mine. Not in some distant way, not in a way where the media publishes photos and guesses.

Next time someone asks, I want to tell them ‘He’s mine. ’ No ‘ifs, and, or buts.”

“Then tell them.” Collin pressed his palms against his Master’s cheeks. “I’m yours, so tell them. It’s not like it’s even really a secret, not after the pictures of what I did in the hospital got out.”

“The death threats will go up.”

“We can handle them. I can deal with a level of sensible security, Master. I can’t handle living without you. And you are your truth. For myself, I’d rather people knew.”

“Take my name. I know émeric will ask the same. Take them both. Reevesworth-Moreau. Then everyone will know that you belong to both of us.”

“I want to keep my dad’s name, Ryker, but it could be my middle name.”

Richard smiled, light in his eyes.

Richard eventually fucked himself to completion inside of Collin then rinsed him out carefully, making a production out of it until Collin squirmed and complained.

Then he put on the collar, lead, and cuffs, swapping out the mittens for leather circlets that matched everything else.

He led Collin into a walk-in closet and hung the lead on a hook on the wall while he dressed, leaving Collin to watch him.

Then he took Collin downstairs to the kitchen.

émeric was already there. He had a bowl, eggs, and flour out on one counter.

Richard gave émeric a kiss and led Collin to the opposite end of the kitchen.

There was something on one of the center islands.

It looked like an odd mini version of a goat milking stand, made out of wood.

It was bolted into the counter and had the three vertical pieces of wood with the center piece that could be tilted left and right, trapping the goat’s head in place so it couldn’t leave during milking.

Collin only recognized it from trips to the local fair as a kid in school.

The rest was entirely changed, though. A board with a pad extended about eighteen inches behind the headlock space.

“Up, up.” Richard pointed to steps beside the counter.

Collin crawled up them. It wasn’t hard to figure out where his head was supposed to go.

He slid his head through the slot. Naturally, his chest rested on the pad, taking the weight off his wrists.

His Master slid the movable wood piece from one notch to another, locking Collin’s head in place.

“We’re not leaving you on all fours,” Richard said. He took leather straps and tied Collin’s arms to his sides in three places so that no one point took all the strain.

Collin’s cheeks turned pink. His belly swirled with humiliation. He was up on the counter, on his knees, bent over at the waist, chest pressed against the board, head locked in place. Having his arms pulled back and restrained against his sides made him feel even more vulnerable.

Richard locked something in place between Collin’s knees that he couldn’t identify, but it felt like two smooth circles cupping his inner thighs halfway between his knees and his groin so that he couldn’t move his legs forward, back, or together.

Then he unlocked the plug in Collin’s cock and pulled it out, removing the rest of the cage after.

“Do we want strawberry reduction or blackberry reduction this morning?” émeric called from across the kitchen.

“Can we do both?” Richard answered.

“Certainly. You’ll have to keep an eye on them for me.”

Richard moved away, and pots and pans clattered here and there.

“I have the waffles, mon amour ,” Richard said

“Thank you.” The sound of his doms kissing filtered through the echoey space.

His ir’s hands on his ass startled Collin. He hadn’t realized anyone was behind him. émeric stroked his ass in a comforting way and then spread Collin’s hole with his thumbs, not speaking to him.

Collin’s cheeks tingled; embarrassment.

“We should make Dana a room of her own here, Richard,” émeric said. He set a dish under Collin, clinically applied the nipple suckers to Collin’s chest, and pressed a syringe of lube into Collin’s hole.

Collin whimpered at the cold.

émeric patted the back of Collin’s thigh. “There, there.”

Richard spoke between the sounds of whisking eggs by hand. “I was thinking the northeastern attic one. It has the window seat and the fantasy fireplace.”

Richard and émeric continued to talk about the house, breakfast, and books they had been reading. émeric’s fingers slowly opened Collin up and then started massaging the gland inside of Collin. Now and then, he would reach down and cup Collin’s dangling balls, weighing them in his palms.

“Is our milk boy giving any milk yet?” Richard asked, walking by with a pile of plates toward the breakfast room. “He was looking swollen and ready upstairs.”

“Not yet. Better hold the waffles for a few minutes.”

Collin whimpered.

Richard put down the plates and came back. He paused as he walked back toward the cooking area to pat Collin’s face. “I’m sure he’ll be good and let his milk down soon. Would you like me to pour you coffee?”

“Just today, I do feel like coffee. The dark roast, please. Can you bring it over when it’s ready? I’ll drink it while I get this milking done.”

Collin’s cheeks burned. He felt the first bit of gooey wetness seep out of his slit.

Richard brewed coffee by hand and brought over a cup for himself and a cup for his husband. He leaned against the counter next to émeric. “Looks like you’re starting to get something.”

“Hmm…coffee.” émeric continued stroking the inside of Collin’s hole, but it sounded like he was enjoying his morning cup. “Give me about five more minutes and you can start those waffles.”

émeric drained Collin dry. He patted Collin’s ass, told him he was a good boy, and left with the tray. He came back with a padded, covered basket and set it down behind him where Collin couldn’t turn his head.

“Now that you won’t have any accidents, kitten”—émeric kissed Collin’s shoulder—“we can play.”

Collin mewed. Being so clinically and absentmindedly emptied had left him feeling pathetically needy.

émeric chuckled. He held up a handful of small chains, multicolored glass gems, and silvery bells in front of Collin’s face. “I found these a while back. Couldn’t resist ordering them and customizing them. I’ve been waiting for the last week to use them.”

He helped Collin down and started adorning him.

Collin watched, fascinated. “You make jewelry, Sir?”

“Simple things. This was just chain work. I didn’t make the glass or the fitting, just pieced them together from other items.”

He stroked Collin to hardness and wrapped the chains around the head of Collin cock, the base of his balls, and over his ass.

A decorative chain went around Collin’s waist. Then he enclosed soft clamps with more decorative bits of glass dangling from them around Collin’s now swollen nipples.

He clipped pieces Collin didn’t even have names for around Collin’s ears and a wide, rainbow-colored collar with trailing strands around Collin’s neck.

The ring at the center was every bit as strong as any of the other collars Collin had worn.

He would be following wherever his doms took him.

émeric swapped out Collin’s cuffs for bracelets and arm bands, then did the same to Collin’s ankles.

Lastly, he bent Collin over the counter and sank a bejeweled plug into Collin’s hole.

Strands of sparkling chains hung from the end of it, making it heavy enough to tug on Collin’s ring from the inside.

He had to clamp down to keep it feeling firmly in place.

Every move Collin made came with a shimmering sound of music from the bells.

“Let’s show you what you look like, pet.” émeric led Collin to the bathroom just off the kitchen and turned on the light, placing Collin in front of the mirror.

A fae creature of green, gold, blue, purple, and pink glass stared back at Collin. He’d missed émeric sliding soft cat ears the same color as the base metal in all the jewelry onto his head.

“Beautiful,” émeric mused. He pressed his hand against Collin’s belly and played with each piece of adornment from Collin’s soft, swollen nipples to the chains around his waist and down between his legs, then to the bracelets on his wrists, and finally to his wide, sparkling collar with trailing chains falling from its edges over Collin’s collarbone and down his back, glass and bells sparkling in trailing tendrils over his skin.

“Oh, I’m certainly piercing you, boy. Richard may adore you in a suit, but I think I like this better; parade you around as living art, put you on a stand with a museum label, ‘Boy with Rainbow Glass by émeric Moreau.’”

Collin shivered. He could see it. And maybe someday, he’d even be able to give that to his Sir.

émeric took Collin by a matching lead into the breakfast room.

The raw-edge table was covered in a purple padded tablecloth.

There was a ring through the pad into the table in the center.

émeric guided Collin up on the table and attached Collin’s lead to the ring, making it too short for Collin to sit up or move far.

“Go ahead and lounge, kitten.”

It was a little awkward, laying on the table. He finally curled up on his left side with his head cradled on his arm and his knees drawn up. The plug in his ass was heavy enough he felt it with every move.

Richard and émeric brought in the food, setting out a spread.

Damian arrived with coffee. He took a seat with his back to the wall where he could look out of the windows around the beautiful stained-glass section of art.

The room was starting to fill with light, casting bits of color through the glass ceiling and wall.

“Pretty.” Damian held his hand out to the splashes of radiant color. “You match the decor, little brother. Stained glass.”

émeric came in with a serving spoon, followed by Richard. “He is the decor and the entertainment.”

Richard and émeric sat down together, side by side. They both gave Collin pets, and then all three of the men filled up their plates and started to eat.

Collin watched them hungrily.

Two bites in, Richard held out a piece of syrup-soaked waffle. “Kitten?”

Collin rolled onto his back, let his legs fall open, and opened his mouth, begging.

Richard smiled down at him. “Good kitten.”