Page 5 of Collin, Episodes 7-9 (The Residency Boys #3)

“Let’s get you dry, kitten.” Mr. Reevesworth laid a large fluffy towel on the floor by the shower door and a second one out in the middle of the bathroom.

Then he came and knelt by Collin’s head.

He lowered something and eased the hooks out of Collin’s nose.

Then he ran his hand over Collin’s face, checking.

On impulse, Collin licked his fingers. Mr. Reevesworth laughed.

He let Collin have one finger, and Collin went for it, stretched forward to get it into his mouth, and then sucked it in his mouth, laving it with his tongue.

With another chuckle, he pulled his finger free and started to detach Collin from the rest of the chains.

He even stripped away the chest harness and left it hanging up over a hook on the wall.

“Come, kitten, onto the towels.”

They were soft and fluffy. Collin crawled until he reached the one in the middle of the room. Mr. Reevesworth stood over him with a smaller towel and dried his hair and then rubbed the rest of his body down over his back and thighs.

“On your back, kitten. Paws in the air.”

Collin rolled over and bent his arms and legs, imitating Artemis. The pleased chuckle from above told him he’d gotten it right. Mr. Reevesworth dried him from the neck all the way down to his hole. He tossed the towel away and stood as he finished. “Stay, kitten.”

He moved away but not out of the room; Collin turned his head to watch him.

He was collecting things off the counter from a prepared tray.

He came back and sat down by Collin, the items temporarily forgotten.

He stroked Collin from throat to belly. Collin arched up into the touch.

Mr. Reevesworth leaned down and kissed Collin once on each bruised nipple and then on his forehead.

Then he put lotion into his hands and started to rub Collin down, starting with his face and moving down, doing both of Collin’s arms on both sides and working his way down both of Collin’s legs.

It was almost harder to take than the shower. Collin’s face flushed as he lay there. He felt spoiled. And a little useless. Every time he tried to make a motion to help or to make something easier, Mr. Reevesworth flicked his nose.

Which was not nice. His nose was already sore from the hooks. Collin snapped his head away from one more flick and forced himself to go limp on the towel, merely accepting what was happening.

Mr. Reevesworth finished at Collin’s feet and moved back up toward his head. “Beautiful kitten.” He picked up a soft leather mitt with no fingers or thumb. “Curl into a fist, baby.”

Collin obeyed. Mr. Reevesworth slid the leather over it and secured the buckle around Collin’s wrist. Then he repeated the processes with Collin’s other hand.

Collin held his “paws” up in front of his face, turning them this way and that, trying to flex his fingers.

There was no give. He wouldn’t be opening doors or handling tools until the mitts came off.

They even had little pink toe beans stitched into them on the ends where his knuckles would meet the floor.

“Roll over, kitten.” Mr. Reevesworth tapped his thigh.

Collin stopped staring at himself and rolled over. Another tap and he found himself trying to balance on his new paws. It took a moment.

“If your hands get sore, you can go down on your elbows, kitten. I don’t think anyone will mind the view.”

Collin shot Mr. Reevesworth a disgruntled look.

Mr. Reevesworth smirked, staring him straight in the eye, and sank a finger into Collin’s hole.

All thoughts of rebellion left Collin’s mind like smoke.

He mewed. There was just something about being penetrated like that.

So…perfunctory. Perhaps that wasn’t the right word. And casual wasn’t quite right either.

It was…like he was just that accessible.

There was nothing stopping his dom from just being in him.

Pure objectification and a feeling of being owned rolled through Collin.

And the finger was still there. He dropped his head and spread his legs, trying to wordlessly submit, to tell Mr. Reevesworth that he understood.

Mr. Reevesworth swirled his finger around and pushed just a little deeper. Collin arched his back. The finger sank farther inside him. Collin whimpered. His elbows buckled, and he went down on them, putting his ass up in the air.

“Perfect.” Mr. Reevesworth withdrew his finger. and patted Collin’s ass. “Just like that.”

Collin huffed loudly and on purpose. Mr. Reevesworth answered with a chuckle.

Then he spread lotion on Collin’s back, getting all the places he couldn’t reach when Collin was lying face up.

Only when he had finished, did he tapped Collin to get back up on his hands.

He wrapped the brown leather collar around Collin’s neck again and let the leash hang loose.

Collin moved his neck side to side, entertaining himself with the sway of the leather.

For some reason, he wanted to giggle. He batted at it with one of his mittened hands and nearly fell over, his other curled-up fist not ready to take all the weight.

Mr. Reevesworth steadied him and applied leave-in conditioner to his hair. Collin suffered through having it rubbed in and then stifled his relief when Mr. Reevesworth came back with a comb and combed it in place. Grateful, he leaned against Mr. Reevesworth’s side and rubbed up against him.

Mr. Reevesworth gave him a rub on the shoulder. “Stay and spread those legs of yours.”

Collin did as ordered. His still hard cock swayed in the air, feeling naked without the cage.

He missed it. Mr. Reevesworth cupped his balls and rolled them slowly.

Collin swallowed and stilled. Mr. Reevesworth wrapped a leather strip around Collin’s scrotum, then another just below that, separating his balls from his cock.

Mr. Reevesworth played with Collin’s cock for another minute, teasing it to greater firmness.

Collin lowered his head and gritted his teeth.

He was not going to beg. He was not going to beg.

“Amazing, pet. So good for me. Let’s get this pretty cock a little larger. I want to tie up a nice present for émeric and Damian to see today. These rings should keep you on display.”

Collin made a small cry in the back of his throat.

Crawling around all day with a visible hard-on was one of the last things he wanted to do.

It was so undignified. So improper. Mr. Reevesworth’s hand came back coated in oil.

Perfect, now he was going to go out there red, engorged, and shiny .

There was no way they wouldn’t notice. Needy sex kitten indeed.

He was going to look desperate and pitiful.

Mr. Reevesworth stroked him to full firmness and snapped the third ring around the top of his cock, tightening it down.

Collin groaned and dropped down onto his elbows, shaking.

That was…words escaped him. There was just something about being stroked like this when it was absolutely not for his satisfaction.

It made his head fuzzy and his chest needy.

“There’s my needy sex kitten. Do you need something in your hole, baby?”

I know I’m not cumming, sir! You don’t have to make this harder.

But he just tilted his ass upward. His eyes naturally closed as he relaxed, letting whatever it was Mr. Reevesworth was pushing into him open him up. It was larger than anything else Mr. Reevesworth had used that morning but not as large as Mr. Reevesworth himself.

“There’s your tail, kitten.” He dropped something soft and long against Collin’s thighs. It tickled his balls. Collin twisted around, trying to see it. Mr. Reevesworth held up the tip.

It was a soft, fluffy tail the same colors as his own hair. Collin shivered and shook his rear. The plug inside him shifted, making him stop and whimper in the back of his throat.

“Now for your ears.” Mr. Reevesworth picked up a headband with large realistic fluffy kitten ears. Collin narrowed his eyes at them. They were ridiculously cute. He approved of them over silly cartoon ears—even if the idea of wearing them was… meh . They settled on his head.

“You’re ready, kitten.” Mr. Reevesworth picked up the end of the leash. “Come.”

Collin turned, uncertain, and crawled toward Mr. Reevesworth. He was slow. If he could have flattened his hands, it would have been easier, but with the mittens, he had to get used to less surface area to balance his forward weight.

Mr. Reevesworth was patient, taking only a step or two at a time.

Reaching the bedroom with its carpet was easier.

Collin crawled at Mr. Reevesworth’s heels all the way around the bed and into the walk-in closet.

Mr. Reevesworth hung the leash off a hook far above Collin’s head and began to dress.

He did not, Collin noticed, put on underwear.

Collin had never been so grateful for the carpet runner in the hallway.

He followed Mr. Reevesworth out to the living room.

No one was there, and Mr. Reevesworth turned left for the kitchen.

Damian’s and Mr. Moreau’s voices floated ahead of them.

Collin’s cheeks tingled. He slowed his crawl, dragging out the leash.

Mr. Reevesworth snapped his fingers and motioned him forward. Collin hung his head and scuttled to Mr. Reevesworth’s knee. They entered the kitchen together.

“Morning, pup,” Mr. Reevesworth said.

“Sir.” Damian’s feet approached, and it seemed that Mr. Reevesworth and Damian were exchanging an embrace, perhaps a kiss. Collin was not raising his eyes to find out.

“The kitten looks darling, Richard,” Mr. Moreau murmured, coming closer.

“Isn’t he?” Mr. Reevesworth said. “Come, kitten.” He tugged on the leash and leaned down, putting two fingers into the collar.

Collin had no choice. He had to follow the pull and crawl out in front of Mr. Reevesworth. And now he was in the center of all three men looking down at him.