Page 2 of Collin, Episodes 7-9 (The Residency Boys #3)

They both used the toilet, and then Collin followed Mr. Reevesworth to the shower on all fours. Surely, he’d be allowed to stand for that?

Mr. Reevesworth knelt down and unbuckled the collar, leaving the leash attached. “We shouldn’t get this wet, kitten. Let me just hang it up. Good boy. Now go on, crawl in.” He held the shower door open for Collin. The water was already running.

Collin ducked his head down, cheeks flaming.

What did he look like, crawling past Mr. Reevesworth?

On all fours, everything was on display.

Not just his hole—which he could hide when lying down or standing—but also his trapped cock and balls swinging against his thighs.

Both felt more visible now. There was something about being on the floor, able to be seen, but having to force himself to look up to see anyone else.

Mr. Reevesworth stepped into the shower. “Be good and wait, kitten. I’ll wash you in a moment.”

Collin closed his eyes. He could do this. He really could. Embarrassment and humiliation rolled through him. If his former classmates could see him now or Andy or…

No. They didn’t get to see him like this. He could do this. But…not on his own. Not while he was trying to still think like “college Collin” or “office Collin”.

Mr. Reevesworth’s hand stroked his shoulder and down his ribs to Collin’s ass. He grabbed a handful of Collin’s rear again. “Damian is going to lose it when he sees you in kitten ears and a tail.”

Collin ducked his head and pressed against Mr. Reevesworth’s leg, shaking his head.

“Are you embarrassed, Collin?” Mr. Reevesworth’s voice was different. Just a bit out of character.

Collin dared a glance upward.

Mr. Reevesworth tapped Collin’s lips with one finger. “Check in, boy, what’s bothering you?”

“I’m embarrassed, sir. I keep thinking about what if other people saw me.”

“Hmm.” Mr. Reevesworth reached for body wash and crouched down on one knee beside Collin.

He rubbed soap on a bath sponge and started rubbing Collin’s back and thighs.

“Well, there are two ways you can think about this. You can embrace the humiliation and be a human being forced to act like a cat and be treated like a cat for the rest of the day, in which case, you will have more than your fill of being made to feel less than, even while being cared for, which is a release of its own kind. I’m happy to gently help you through the humiliation. Or, you have another option.”

Collin blinked water out of his eyes and stared up at his master. “Another option, sir?”

“If you are a kitten, then there’s no humiliation. You’re just a little sex kitten boy enjoying his family for the day. Everyone else wants the sexy kitten to be here. Everyone is going to enjoy the kitten. But can you let go and be the kitten?”

Collin dropped his head. He hadn’t thought of that.

“You give us a gift of your submission through submitting to the embarrassment, through crawling, through handing us power over you, through your vulnerability. It’s beautiful. It feeds the desire for power and control.”

Mr. Reevesworth kissed the top of Collin’s wet head and reached under him to rub his chest and stomach with the sponge. It was messing with Collin’s mind. He was being both submissive and serving while being handled and cared for.

“Or, you can give us a similar but different gift. You can give us the experience of having power and control over you while you embrace not carrying the weight of responsibility and self-consciousness. Enjoy the rules being different. You can play and enjoy the lack of tasks and expectations. You can just be kitten. And kittens aren’t ashamed of their private parts being on display.

” Mr. Reevesworth slipped his hand, full of soap, around Collin’s cock and balls, washing them with casual efficiency.

“You’re a kitten. Cock and balls are naturally on display.

” He ran his hand up to Collin’s hole and rubbed Collin’s opening with the same firmness he had washed any other part of Collin.

“And not just any kitten but a sex kitten. A whimpering, needy, affectionate mess—where a sex kitten is concerned—is to be assumed.”

He turned on the detached hose from the wall and directed it around Collin, rinsing him off the way one would rinse a dog.

“We want you, just like this, Collin. Is it embarrassing if you’re a gift? Every part of you?”

“It’s just hard to believe, sir. And maybe, it’s a little, um…hard to handle being the focus of being wanted, for sex, for anything. I don’t feel like I’m hot. I don’t look in the mirror and think oh, I want to fuck that.”

“You don’t look at anything and think you want to fuck that, pretty boy.” Mr. Reevesworth chuckled. “You don’t even look at me like that.”

Collin sputtered. “But I do…I mean, you’re hot, like really hot, sir!”

“You think I’m hot, yes. But you never let go of yourself and your self-control to just go after me or anything unless it’s a duty.”

That hit home. Collin shied away from letting Mr. Reevesworth see his face. Was he denying Mr. Reevesworth something by being so controlled?

But Mr. Reevesworth went on talking. “In my eyes, you are more than merely attractive. You are the locus of my fantasies. I’m not judging you for giving into lust, or play, or comfort.

I want to see you smile. I want to see you flushed with pleasure or laughing with amusement.

I want you to surrender to the experience, not merely suffer it, unless suffering is the experience I have designed.

And today is not about suffering. Today is about being cared for, about rest.”

“And edging.” Collin reminded him, pulling a face.

“You take edging remarkably well.”

Collin ducked his head. “Is there something wrong with me that I haven’t complained about not coming yet and don’t want to?”

“No. I do think you’ve probably repressed your urges yourself, long before we met.

Someday you may be less sanguine about denial as we teach you to enjoy things, but I suspect you receive pleasure through your partners to a greater extent than perhaps some.

Which I’m going to capitalize on until I find your limits. ”

Collin shivered and pushed up against Mr. Reevesworth’s side. “You’re scary, sir.”

“Which is why you’re trying to hide in my armpit, kitten?”

Collin sputtered and shook water out of his eyes. “You really want me to let go and be a kitten? What if I do it wrong?”

“I don’t want human worries in your head today. If you have an urge, make them known. No speaking, of course. I’m sure watching you find ways to communicate with us will be amusing.”

Collin’s skin prickled. Ideas, so many ideas. Maybe he could steal socks. Why that idea came to mind, he had no inkling.

A finger sank into Collin’s hole unexpectedly. His head came up and he half twisted, looking over his shoulder at his dom.

Mr. Reevesworth was finger fucking his ass.

“Sir!”

“I think it’s time to make you forget about being human, Collin. And since you’re not a real cat—you’re our sex kitten—we need to get this hole of yours clean and ready for your tail, among other things.”

Collin’s face burned.

Mr. Reevesworth twisted his finger in a little deeper and made a swirling motion, stretching Collin’s rim. Collin groaned, bracing his hands and knees against the floor. Just that much and his back was already arching.

“Good kitten. You know how to be good for master, don’t you?”

Collin sputtered, but he didn’t move.

Mr. Reevesworth pulled out his fingers. “Stay, kitten. I’m going to get something. I think this will help you drop.”

He stepped out of the shower. Collin stayed exactly as he was, water cascading over his back. All his senses were hyperaware of his slightly stretched hole and each drop of water that ran over and around it.

Sex kitten. Not Collin. Not a responsible adult. Not even human. Something else. Something uninhibited. He shivered. Inhibited was his middle name.

But Mr. Reevesworth wanted to take him somewhere else.

Did he want to be taken there?

He closed his eyes. Maybe. Just maybe. But he didn’t know how to get there.

Frustration tightened his shoulders, and he tossed his head, tempted to bang it against the walls of the shower.

The need wasn’t that strong, not yet. He curled his fingers against the tiles and hung his head, waiting, feeling every inch a humiliated sub and nothing like a relaxed sex kitten at all.

Mr. Reevesworth reentered the shower. He knelt down holding a light metal chain collar. He latched it around Collin’s neck without speaking and followed it with a matching body harness around Collin’s shoulders and upper chest.

“These are for showers only. I don’t like leaving long-term marks by wrapping you in chains.

I have leather harnesses, but you won’t be in this long, and there’s no reason you should fight this one.

It’s for posture only.” He ran his hands under Collin’s belly and down the inside of Collin’s legs. “Perfect. Just a few more pieces.”

He clipped a length of chain to the back of the harness and stood, attaching it to a small sunken bar in the bathroom wall above Collin’s head. There was no slack. Even if he wanted to, Collin could not lower himself to the floor. But he could stand up.

Or not. Mr. Reevesworth leaned over and clipped a second chain between Collin’s chest harness and the floor, locking him firmly in place.

Collin shifted, feeling the limits of the chains. He was well and truly trapped on all fours.

“I want my sexy kitten clean, inside and out.” Mr. Reevesworth spoke as he stroked his hands over Collin’s body from his head to his ass, ignoring nothing but lingering nowhere.

“I know kitten is new to this. You don’t need to be frightened.

This is to help you so you can run around with your pretty hole on display or full of anything I want to put up there since it will be so tempting. ”