Page 1 of Collin, Episodes 7-9 (The Residency Boys #3)

Mr. Reevesworth let go of Collin only to rub his forehead. “We need to cover a few things before I address that. Can you hold that thought for a moment, boy?”

Collin sucked in air and pressed himself back against the bed. “Yes, sir.”

Mr. Reevesworth pinched the top of his nose and closed his eyes.

“First, to answer your question, Collin, because I know you need to hear it directly, émeric will formally become your dom, alongside myself, with a new contract between all three of us though it will essentially be an augmentation of the one you and I already have, including all the protections and safeguards I’ve already given you with the addition of your agreements with émeric and émeric’s and my agreements with each other concerning you. Do you agree to this?”

“Yes, m—I mean, yes, sir.”

“We will also address your new habit of referring to me as master. I’m not opposed, but we should discuss it.”

“Yes, sir.”

“A new contract takes time. So, I propose that we give it a week—we can finalize it after Collin and I return from his mother’s—of working off of the contract we have currently but with the understanding that émeric has the same rights to you as I do, but I will maintain final say in all things, as before, until we all understand and agree what the new arrangement will be. ”

“I would prefer deferring to you, Richard,” Mr. Moreau said. “Collin is also working for you, and I have no desire to micromanage his life. In which case, it makes sense if you have preeminence in decisions that guide Collin’s time.”

“I value your perspective, émeric. But don’t be selfless.”

“Believe me, I am not without self.”

Mr. Reevesworth chuckled suddenly, sharing something unspoken in a glance with his husband. Collin bit his lip and glanced between them.

“Collin, are you agreed?”

“Yes, sir, sirs. I don’t know what to say anymore, but yes. One week. Same contract until but with the additions.” Collin plastered his fingers over his face. How could they talk about these kinds of things so casually?

Mr. Reevesworth caressed Collin’s fingers, pulling on one gently but leaving Collin the grace to hide behind his imperfect refuge.

“Moving on to punishment… émeric, help me out. I’ve a good mind to call it all off.

I’m uncertain about edging the boy after as many emotions as he went through yesterday. ”

I’m here, you know. There was something demeaning about lying there on his back between the two men, being talked over. But also, somehow, it was nice?

Mr. Moreau ran his fingers over Collin’s shoulder and up to his ear. “I know about the edging. What was the punishment?”

“Family pet for the day. Naked, collared, mittens, on all fours at all times, leashed or in the crate when not being attended. Hand-fed.”

What? That… No! Collin’s hands flew off his face so he could gape at his dom properly. That sounded worse than what Damian had proposed.

“Sounds relaxing,” Mr. Moreau murmured. “I suppose the lesson is to teach him to be reliant on others.”

“Precisely.”

“What if we went through with the punishment, naps included, and edged him throughout the day in five-minute increments instead of the hour all together? I can work from home tomorrow, and we can keep him here Monday, to give him more time to rest, if necessary. Unless he’s needed at the office?”

“Everything is optional except Collin’s health.”

“Well, then, we can watch and decide on tomorrow later.” Mr. Moreau dragged the back of his fingers down Collin’s throat and onto his chest, pushing aside the sheets. “I’m looking forward to having our kitten for the day.”

Mr. Reevesworth joined him, edging the sheets down Collin’s body until all of him was on display.

Mr. Reevesworth poked Collin’s trapped cock. “I love this, dear. Do you know that our precious kitten hasn’t complained or asked for it off even once?”

“Do you plan to let him out regularly, or have you decided to keep him completely submitted?”

Collin’s skin writhed. So, this was what it was like to have both of their attention. Even his belly button was going to find a way to start blushing.

“I had thoughts, but honestly, I hadn’t decided. I know you fantasized about training boys to come on command or draining their balls.”

Mr. Moreau stroked his hand over Collin’s thigh and up to his belly. “So much more than just that. Doing it with grace and discipline is living art.” Mr. Moreau sighed and pinched one of Collin’s nipples.

Collin resisted the need to whimper or arch.

There was something in Mr. Moreau’s eyes, staring directly down at him.

He didn’t need to speak for Collin to know he should be still and silent.

The pressure built, then released. Mr. Moreau’s hands ghosted over Collin’s chest to the other nipple.

His fingers caressed it, stroked it, and then captured it, pressing the tender bit of flesh hard between his finger and thumb.

Collin stopped breathing but held still. It felt like his entire chest was burning.

Mr. Reevesworth soothed his hands down the rest of Collin’s body, softness in contrast to the pressure of Mr. Moreau’s fingers.

“Breathe into the pain, kitten,” Mr. Reevesworth said. “Slowly. Not past it but into it. Let it expand.”

Collin let his lips part and drew in a long deep breath, eyes on Mr. Reevesworth. And somehow, it worked. The pain was large, spreading through his limbs, but also bearable. There was no need to run from it; it merely was. And he accepted it.

“Good boy.” Mr. Moreau slowly released, then stroked the aching nubs on Collin’s chest. “I think he has the temperament, Richard.”

The three of them cuddled for a while longer; then Mr. Moreau declared breakfast was in order. After yesterday, Damian would be starving. Mr. Reevesworth chuckled and rolled out of bed first, disappearing into the closet.

Collin went to follow him, but Mr. Moreau wrapped an arm around his waist and pulled him back down. “Wait, kitten. You’re not ready for your day yet.”

“Sir?”

Mr. Moreau tapped Collin’s lips with a finger. “Kittens mew or hiss. They don’t use human words. Nor do precious boys who are being kittens.”

Collin gulped. Mr. Moreau chuckled. That was just embarrassing. He rolled over and tried to hide under Mr. Moreau.

He was partially successful, mostly due to the man’s indulgence. However, trying to crawl under someone put his rear in the air. A large, firm hand smacked his bum and then took a firm grip on it.

“Out, Collin.” That was Mr. Reevesworth

Collin gave in and rolled away from his lackluster French protector. Mr. Reevesworth stood by the bed with a leash and a collar in dark chocolate brown. They were a match. Collin shivered, looking at them. Then he collected himself, legs tucked under him and fists on the mattress.

“Once this goes on, kitten, the day starts. No standing. Crawling only. No speaking. If you forget either order, I have the means to enforce them.”

“He would look beautiful in a humbler,” Mr. Moreau mused.

“He would. But we’re trying to make him rest today.” Mr. Reevesworth put one knee on the bed and presented the collar. “Any questions, Collin, before this goes on for the day?”

Collin swallowed. “If I’m on all fours, sir, how will I go to the bathroom?”

“émeric or I will accompany you to the bathroom and allow use of the toilet. None of us have a fondness for scat play, I think. Besides, it’s a limit in your contract.”

Collin nodded. That was very, very true. He’d jumped on that so fast he’d almost had whiplash.

“Any other questions?”

“No, sir.” Collin lowered his head. If Mr. Reevesworth didn’t get that collar on fast, he was going to get nervous about not speaking all day and find more questions.

Mr. Reevesworth seemed to understand. He wrapped the collar around Collin’s neck and secured the buckle, sliding two fingers under it to check the fit. He ruffled Collin’s hair and scratched the back of his neck lightly, as if he were a real cat. “There you go.”

Then he snapped the leash onto the ring under Collin’s chin.

Some part of Collin’s brain hiccupped. He blinked, getting another look at the length of leather wrapped around Mr. Reevesworth’s hand and swinging softly in the air. It disappeared from his vision, but he could feel the weight. He shook his head, feeling the collar move and the leash sway.

This…was so going to mess with him. And now he wanted to play with the leash, bite it, see what would happen if he rolled over and tried to pull it out of Mr. Reevesworth’s hand.

No, bad Collin.

But he couldn’t entirely resist. He leaned forward and licked Mr. Reevesworth’s hand, glancing up to get the man’s reaction.

He laughed. “Come on, kitten, out of bed with you.”

In the bathroom, Mr. Reevesworth ordered Collin to sit with his legs folded under him and his hands on the floor right beside him at the sink. First, he brushed his teeth, then he crouched down, holding Collin’s toothbrush with toothpaste already on it, and tapped Collin’s cheek. “Open, kitten.”

Collin opened his mouth hesitantly. Was the man going to really brush his teeth? He could totally do this for himself. Mr. Reevesworth cupped Collin’s jaw in one hand, the toothbrush in the other. “We have to keep your teeth clean, kitten. Now be good and keep your mouth open.”

He’s brushing my teeth. For real…

It was the oddest thing. For one, one’s hands were never on the floor while one’s teeth were being brushed, and two, no one, unless it was a dentist, had touched his teeth since he was three!

“Relax, kitten. It’s just your master taking care of you.

” Mr. Reevesworth brushed a kiss against Collin’s forehead and went back to carefully scrubbing Collin’s teeth.

He was thorough, getting the tops and the bottoms and both sides.

When he was finished and Collin had a mouthful of suds, he tapped Collin.

“Knees up, kitten, spit into the sink, and let’s rinse you out. ”

He had a little cup and everything.