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

It was embarrassing to think of himself as tempting.

A small voice in the back of his head muttered doubt.

Perhaps it was all a play to humiliate him—build him up, tell him that unseemly behavior was okay, and then rip the rug out from under him.

Or perhaps Mr. Reevesworth, Mr. Moreau, and Damian were all speaking the truth.

Maybe they did truly enjoy him, find him that tempting. That was…almost worse. Terrifying.

Shoot me now. He was not at all sure about taking this.

But he was taking it, and Mr. Reevesworth was moving irrevocably onward.

“We’re going to do this at least three times, kitten.

We’re going to put a bit of water up that cute hole of yours, just for a minute.

Then I’ll unhook you, and we’ll take you to the toilet.

It might be a bit messy but nothing that won’t be gone as soon as we’re back in the shower.

Then we’ll do that again, but you’ll have to hold it until I tell you.

You can use the toilet again after that.

Then the water should be pretty close to clear.

And you’ll be ready to be my sexy kitten.

And kittens don’t use the toilet for getting rinsed out. ”

Collin dropped his head, cheeks burning. Mr. Reevesworth turned off the water. The shower space was still plenty warm. Mr. Reevesworth stood up and plucked a towel off the shower door. He rubbed Collin down, buffing his skin. It felt good.

Then something cold and thin slipped into Collin’s hole. His back stiffened as cold goo spread inside his channel.

“There, kitten, all lubed up for the hose.”

Collin’s stomach fluttered. Something smooth and cylindrical slid into him, the same size as Mr. Reevesworth’s fingers.

“Here we go, kitten. Be good for me; no kicking, please.”

As if. Collin was a good boy. He was not going to kick.

Water trickled in. Collin sighed into the sensation, pushing out his stomach, trying to make room for this new intrusion.

He could feel the fullness, but the water was almost the same temperature as his body.

Unlike the lube, he couldn’t track where it was inside him based on temperature.

But the slowly growing fullness he could feel.

Mr. Reevesworth’s hand soothed his thigh and went around to Collin’s belly, rubbing it gently on the lower left, going up and rubbing back down the right. It helped. Collin tossed his head, feeling water hit deeper in his belly.

“Drop your head if you need to, pet. Just breathe. This one will be short. Just another minute or two. Tell me if it hurts.”

Collin shook his head. Maybe it was uncomfortable but not painful. Mr. Reevesworth’s hands were on him everywhere. Bits and pieces of daily life were slipping away, the present too large and overwhelming to let the outside world dominate.

His stomach cramped. He stretched into the feeling, and Mr. Reevesworth’s hands were right there, warm, strong, gentle, easing the cramps away.

“That’s all, baby. I’m going to take out the hose. Hold it and we’ll get you to the toilet.”

Collin nodded without speaking. He followed Mr. Reevesworth’s hands, barely opening his eyes until he was unclipped and crawling out of the shower at the end of the leash.

“Up.”

Oh, that was the toilet. Right.

Collin straightened up and sat down. He glanced at Mr. Reevesworth, who was still right there.

“Sir?”

“Hush, kitten. Use your litter box.” Standing right in front of Collin, Mr. Reevesworth cupped the back of his head and shoved his face into his groin.

Really!

He physically could not let go. This just wasn’t done. He’d learned to urinate with his dom present, but that wasn’t bad. Men used urinals in front of each other all the time. This…this was…

“Come on, kitten. Let go.”

Collin shook his head.

Mr. Reevesworth crouched down. One of his hands wrapped around the back of Collin’s head, holding him by the hair, and the other slid around Collin’s side and rubbed on Collin’s lower belly.

He held Collin’s head up so that he was looking straight into Collin’s eyes.

“Do it for me, kitten. Remember, that’s all you are, my pretty kitten, getting clean for me and your sir.

When we’re done, we can go out and find you a nice soft blanket to lie on by the table while we eat breakfast, and then afterwards, we’ll get you a nice dish of milk.

Would you like that, some warm milk? You’ll look so cute leaning over, your elbows on the floor, your little mittens on, and your tail in, swinging back and forth as you lap up your treat. ”

Collin tried to hide, but Mr. Reevesworth gripped his hair more firmly, holding Collin’s face up, making him stay in the moment. He shook Collin a little, forcing Collin to sit up straight. “Do it, kitten.”

His hand left Collin’s belly and found Collin’s nipple. He pinched hard. Already sore from Mr. Moreau’s attentions earlier, Collin arched into the burn, mouth opening in a moan.

“Use your litter box, kitten. Your master isn’t giving you a choice.”

The pain broke him. All he could feel was the pinch on his chest and the grip on his hair, making his back arch. And all he could see was Mr. Reevesworth’s eyes staring right down into him, absolute determination burning in the man’s face.

Collin’s inside trembled under the man’s dominance. His sphincter spasmed, and he shuddered, obeying.

Pride filled Mr. Reevesworth’s face. He leaned down, kissing Collin on the lips and nipping at them gently as he drew back. “Good kitten. You may clean yourself. I know cats like to be clean.”

Thank goodness, the toilet had a bidet and he’d already learned how to use it.

After a few moments of necessary self-attendance, Collin dropped to his knees and crawled back to the shower.

Mr. Reevesworth reattached the chains to Collin’s chest harness and moved behind Collin to start round two.

There was more water this time. Collin hung his head. This part wasn’t bad. Mr. Reevesworth’s hand stroking him and praising him was nice. Almost dreamlike. Collin leaned his shoulder against the side of the shower and let himself drift, carefully not thinking about what was coming.

“That’s long enough, kitten,” Mr. Reevesworth murmured in his ear, unhooking the chains. “Crawl out for master.”

He followed Mr. Reevesworth out into the bathroom again.

This time he expected the grip in his hair, but it was gentle.

Mr. Reevesworth stroked him for a full minute before leaning down and whispering in his ear, “Go on, kitten. Be good for master. Show him what a good little kitten boy you can be.”

Collin whimpered. Somehow having just done this didn’t make doing it again easier.

Mr. Reevesworth’s hand rubbed Collin’s belly.

“Submit, kitten. Don’t try to be dignified.

That’s not what I want from you. I want the shameless kitten who gives me everything I ask of him.

One day, I’ll have you waiting for me, naked, on the floor, lubed ass end up, wearing nothing but kitten ears and a collar, waiting to be fucked when I walk through the door.

You don’t have dignity, boy, you have me. ”

He bit Collin’s ear.

Collin surrendered almost without realizing it. He was sliding into a different world. His eyes slid closed, and he was being kissed and praised.

Mr. Reevesworth led him back to the shower. He felt like he was in a dream. He crawled into position without instruction and waited, head hanging down.

“This time will be a little different, pet.” Mr. Reevesworth slid his hands over Collin’s rear as he finished adjusting the chains. “You’re pretty clean now. This is just for us. We’re going to take you all the way down. Going to make you my pretty kitty.”

Collin blinked at him in half a daze, letting this expression speak for him.

“You’re taking this just for me, darling. I want you to show me how proud you are to please me. I’m going to put you in the proper posture. No hiding this time, pretty one.”

He reached overhead and brought down a chain. Where it was attached, Collin couldn’t see. The end of it had two prongs that bent back on themselves in hooks, ending with smooth round balls, maybe a quarter of an inch wide.

Mr. Reevesworth pushed Collin to his highest stance with both hands on the floor.

He coaxed Collin to arch his back and raise his ass, then spread his thighs.

Collin swallowed shallowly, holding the pose.

All he could think of was that this was how show dogs were displayed at a show. Mr. Reevesworth hummed with pride.

“Good kitten. Now to help you hold this.”

He slid the two hooks in Collin’s nose and took up the slack. Collin’s head followed the tug. Shock ran through him. His eyes widened. He tried to turn his head, but the hooks had him, a twinge making him freeze.

Posture, indeed. Collin was going nowhere.

Mr. Reevesworth stroked his back. “There you go. Now we can see your face, kitten.”

Collin sucked in air. He didn’t want to move, not at all.

There was something about this that felt positively like he was not human.

Just a pet on display. At Mr. Reevesworth’s disposal.

And Mr. Reevesworth’s constantly stroking hands.

Shameless hands that at that moment were gliding over Collin’s trapped cock.

“Are you trying to get hard, kitten? It feels like it.”

Collin whimpered. Mr. Reevesworth rubbed his finger over the plug piercing Collin’s cock. It was sensitive. Could the man…just…not! He whined, wiggling his ass, carefully trying to pull back.

Mr. Reevesworth slapped his ass dismissively. “Still, kitten. This is mine. I will play with it if I want to.” He toyed with the plug again.

Collin stared at the upper wall of the shower, the only place he could look with the hooks holding his head up and his neck arched and endured.

The key in the cock cage was turned, and Mr. Reevesworth removed the cage. Entirely.

Collin whined with surprise.