Page 14 of Collin, Episodes 7-9 (The Residency Boys #3)

This is what he really wants. Collin could hear it.

“You can let me put you on display.”

Collin’s face burned. Display was like what he’d been on Sunday. With his poor cock hard and stiff for everyone to see.

“I’ll take you out to the coffee table, lay you down face up, have Richard fold your legs up to your chest, and put a pillow under your bum, then spank you. And after, you can stay like that until I’m done enjoying the view.”

Collin whimpered and pushed deeper into Mr. Moreau’s arms, trying to hide from the image in his mind. He was tired. But he wanted to give Mr. Moreau his fantasy. And it was easier than what he’d imagined. He wouldn’t have to hold himself up or even kneel.

“I’ll be content with either option, Collin. So think about what you can handle and then show me your fingers. One finger for a quiet spanking in here; two fingers for out there.”

You’re so in for it. Collin bit his lip and held up two fingers. Mr. Moreau pressed a kiss into Collin’s hair.

“Ah, mon petit chaton , my brave boy. You spoil me. You and Richard both. Even Damian. How did I ever become so fortunate?”

Collin shivered, blushing and feeling warm and soft. Then he remembered he was about to be ass and groin face up on the coffee table. He whimpered. If he knew his Frenchman, the cock cage was not going to stay on.

Who knew he’d ever want a chastity cage to protect him?

Easing himself down on the coffee table naked, Collin could do nothing but blush. Damian lounged on his stomach on the couch, watching. Dinner was on the butler table off to the side. The coffee table was cold. And hanging his legs off the end wasn’t comfortable.

Mr. Reevesworth grinned and reached for Collin’s ankle. “Bum up, kitten.”

Gah!

Collin covered his face with his hands as his master folded his legs up to his chest.

“Hand, kitten.”

Collin whimpered and held out one wrist, keeping the other hand over his face.

When would he ever get used to this? All he could think about was how his hole was right there, upturned for everyone to see, not to mention his cock and balls.

Well, not his cock, for the moment. It was still encased and submissively probed with steel.

Leather wrapped around his wrist and then his ankle.

“Other hand, chaton,” Mr. Moreau ordered.

Collin obeyed, chest rising and falling fast, face on fire. More leather and then both of his doms let go and stepped back, and he could only lay there, legs forced up and splayed out, each wrist cuffed to the ankle on the same side.

“Bum up, kitten.”

Collin whined. He didn’t have the ability to raise his bum. But Mr. Reevesworth did it for him, grasping Collin’s ass in both hands and lifting him so that Collin’s weight fell mostly on his shoulders. Mr. Moreau pushed a pillow under Collin’s rear.

Now he was really on display. And he’d agreed to this! He could have been in the bedroom, pressing his face quietly into a couch cushion, getting his ass reddened in private.

He must have it bad for Mr. Moreau. Like seriously bad.

Or you enjoy being humiliated. The knowing voice in his own head made him blush harder.

Gentle hands caressed Collin’s caged cock and unlocked it. Fuck. He’d been right. Not like everyone here didn’t know what this did to him, though, right?

Mr. Reevesworth stroked the ends of his fingers over Collin’s free cock. “Such a pretty boy. I love what embarrassment does to you. See how fast he fills up, émeric?”

“He suffers so beautifully.” Mr. Moreau leaned down and kissed his husband. “Shall I use my hand or the paddle?”

“Just the hand tonight. I haven’t used a paddle on the little one yet.”

“Then let’s not spring that on the poor thing right now. It’s been a rough few days.” Mr. Moreau smoothed his hand over Collin’s upturned ass.

Collin’s eyes rolled back. It felt good, that touch on his skin.

Mr. Moreau was thorough, stroking up Collin’s thighs, over the globes of his rear, around the sides to his folded hips, and back to his ass.

Two fingers stroked confidently over Collin’s hole.

He couldn’t help himself. His sphincter spasmed as if trying to capture his dom’s fingers.

Mr. Moreau stroked back and tapped Collin’s fluttering opening. “Not tonight, kitten. But soon. I look forward to being inside you.”

Collin nodded and whimpered. He still wasn’t allowed to speak.

The first tap to his ass was light. As was the second. His shoulders relaxed against the table as much as they could. This was nice. His skin warmed for a moment before cooling. Not enough.

Mr. Moreau returned. Two more taps, almost swats, but still, too gentle for that, delivered on each half of Collin’s buttocks.

Fingers caressed his face, thicker than Mr. Reevesworth's. They had to be Mr. Moreau’s. He opened his eyes a fraction. It was Mr. Moreau. He had one hand on Collin’s ass and his other petting Collin’s face.

Collin opened his mouth and caught Mr. Moreau’s fingers between his lips, carefully covering his teeth so as not to bite.

“Such a polite petit chaton. Are you ready for more?”

Collin nodded, not letting go of the fingers in his mouth. Mr. Reevesworth laughed in the background.

Mr. Moreau raised his hand and brought it down again, but this time, he didn’t stop, the slaps coming steady but building with force.

Collin had to let go of the fingers in his mouth and focus on breathing.

His eyes slid closed, and he let the heat fill him up, spreading from his ass up to his head and then down his limbs.

“You blush so beautifully, Collin.” Mr. Moreau whispered. He rubbed his hand over Collin’s skin. It felt warm; all of him was warm. And his cock was hard.

“Just a little more, kitten. You’re warmed up now. The next set will sting.”

Collin nodded, quiet and loose.

The next strike did sting. A soft ache set in after it. Mr. Moreau had used his whole hand, and Collin could feel the imprint of it even after Mr. Moreau lifted his palm away from his warm flesh. He barely sucked in air through his nose before Mr. Moreau struck again on his other side.

And then it was just a steady litany of blows. He wasn’t counting. His ass burned. Helplessness rose up in his throat, and a tear ran out of the corner of his eye.

“Last five, precious boy,” Mr. Moreau whispered. He sounded reverent. His fingers spread Collin’s ass cheeks even farther. Collin whimpered and tossed his head.

The next swat came directly on his hole. The fight, if he had had any, ran out of him. His arms and legs went lax, and his hole opened and closed in shock.

“Two.”

Again, in the same place. By all that was good and right, please, could someone fuck him? He was so empty.

“Three.”

Collin groaned, arching his back, trying to get closer to someone or something. It burned deep down into his guts. The pain was making him loose and needy.

“Four.”

They could do anything to him. He didn’t care. He needed more.

“Five.” Mr. Moreau’s hand came down hard on the crease of Collin’s ass and then stayed there, cupping and covering him. So warm, so gentle after the sting. And so very much not inside.

Collin tossed his head, mutely complaining.

“Still, little one. This was punishment, not foreplay.”

True. Collin swallowed back a complaint and let himself relax on the table.

“Good boy.”

And that alone made it all worth it. Collin let his eyes flutter open and met his dom’s gaze. Mr. Moreau smiled. He stroked Collin’s ass and legs and up to his belly, soothing him.

“Stay still while we dish, little one. I want something pretty to look at. And you need to calm down before you eat.”

Collin whimpered at the idea of being left alone, but then Mr. Reevesworth laid his hand on Collin’s head, and all was right with the world.

Damian slept on the small bed again. No one wanted to be alone, but even Damian joked that no one could handle sleeping with him.

He said it was enough to be able to hear everyone breathing.

Collin hugged him and then crawled in bed and settled against his master.

Mr. Moreau crawled in last, on the other side, and spooned Mr. Reevesworth from behind, keeping his promise from earlier.

Collin’s ass still tingled pleasantly, and his cock was safely locked up and not on display. He fell asleep almost instantly.

Wednesday morning arrived with rain. Despite the downpour, there were still reporters outside the atrium.

They all followed their security out the service entrance once again instead of braving the swarm.

Collin’s eyes were only mildly sore, but even so, he was still banned from using screens.

That didn’t stop him and Ash from having pronunciation drills with Ms. Zhou though.

He spent the rest of the morning curled up under Mr. Reevesworth’s desk with headphones in, listening to lectures and podcasts recommended by his etiquette teacher.

Etiquette class was during lunch, and this time, his instructor brought lunch and table settings with her.

He learned to not poke his chopsticks into his rice bowl for Asian cuisine and which fork to use for salad for Western cuisine.

The use of the knife and fork for Australian table manners was rather odd and cumbersome to his hands, but he managed to get through one course.

His teacher suggested he practice at home with Mr. Moreau and Damian.

Mr. Reevesworth was out when Collin made it back, but Mr. Moreau was waiting for him.

He saw to Collin’s needs and cuddled him for all of five minutes before leaving for an afternoon consultation at the airport.

Head full of too much new information to listen to more podcasts, Collin wandered over to Ash’s dungeon.

He knocked with his accustomed rap-tap-tap.

Ash called from within, “Enter, ye poor fellow supplicant.”