Page 6 of Collin, Episodes 7-9 (The Residency Boys #3)

“Poor thing’s shy, isn’t he,” Mr. Moreau said. He leaned down and scratched Collin behind the ear. “I love his tail, Richard. Excellent choice. It matches his coloring so well.”

“You’ll like what it’s hiding even more.”

Mr. Moreau crouched down. Collin curled in on himself. Mr. Reevesworth swatted Collin’s rear. “Posture, kitten.” And then his fingers slotted into Collin’s nostrils and tugged upward.

Collin mewed in shock. It was one thing for someone to grab his hair, but to have someone pull his head up by his nose… His head moved without him making a conscious decision. It was just like the shower.

“You know the posture, kitten. Show me.”

Tears formed on the edges of Collin’s eyes. He arched his back and spread his thighs, fists planted on the floor, looking like a show dog.

“He’s beautiful, sir,” Damian whispered in awe.

Mr. Moreau ran his hand down Collin’ side and over his hip and then stroked underneath to his belly. “Oh, darling, you gave me a present.”

He dragged a finger over Collin’s engorged cock. Collin couldn’t stop from flinching. He tried to bring up one of his thighs to shield his groin.

Mr. Moreau slapped him on his ass. “Still, kitten.” He ran his fingers over the tip of Collin’s cock.

It was so sore just from being hard and trapped. And sensitive from weeks of not being handled. Collin trembled with the effort not to struggle. After this, he would be ready to beg for the cage. Being hard and displayed like this was much, much worse. He felt…like he was a sex object.

Sex kitten. That’s exactly what he was today.

His belly palpitated. This was what Mr. Reevesworth, Mr. Moreau, and even Damian wanted to enjoy. They were enjoying it. He could see the bulge in Mr. Reevesworth’s pants, and Damian’s voice had already given him away.

Let go. Just let go. Let them have this. Let them have…you.

Collin shuddered, finding that place of emptiness and wildness he’d discovered in the shower all over again. His body relaxed, still holding the same shameless display. He blinked up at Mr. Reevesworth, trying to say what he wasn’t allowed to speak. I’ll be good. I promise. I’ll be good.

“May I pet the kitten, sir?” Damian asked.

“Go ahead, pup.”

Damian ran his hands over Collin’s back and down his rear and stroked his tail, laughing a little when Collin shivered as the plug shifted inside in response.

Then he dragged his blunt nails down the side of Collin’s arched throat and down between his arms, over one sore nipple, and down to his belly.

Collin whimpered and gave in. A quiet stillness seeped into him.

“Good kitten.” Mr. Reevesworth scratched Collin’s scalp and let him lower his head.

“Good kittens stay on their beds while the humans eat breakfast.” He tugged on the leash and guided Collin over to a large pet bed.

There was yet another innocent-looking hook on the wall.

Collin glanced up in time to see Mr. Reevesworth latching the end of the leash to it. Well, he wasn’t going anywhere.

Not that he really wanted to. The bed was soft. And breakfast smelled amazing. And he could finally, finally sink down and rest.

Damian dropped down by the bed and onto all fours, getting on the same level as Collin. He got his nose right up into Collin’s face. “Hey.”

Collin blinked. Damian extended one finger, rubbing the bridge of Collin’s nose. “You look great, Collin. I’m so glad you trust us enough to try. You really are cute.”

Collin bit his lip, then stretched his neck out, and rubbed his nose against Damian’s hand.

Damian stroked him again, then ran his fingers around Collin’s neck, and scratched him right where his hairline started at the top of his spine.

His fingers worked into the knots in Collin’s shoulders and up the lines of Collin’s neck into his hair.

This was heaven. Collin slumped forward, head falling down on his mittened hands, and purred. Forget dignity, this was more important. His entire body started melting into the cat bed.

Somewhere across the table, Mr. Reevesworth sighed. “Seriously, Damian, I rubbed him down from head to toe with lotion and he wouldn’t relax, but now you have him purring?”

Mr. Moreau chuckled. “You probably had him in posture or something like that. Damian isn’t asking anything of him.”

“True. I wasn’t finished getting him ready then.”

Mr. Reevesworth came over. Collin opened one eye. Was there going to be another order?

Mr. Reevesworth leaned over and stroked Collin’s cheek. “Rest, pet. You’ve been good; you’ve been very good. I’m proud of you. Relax.” He tilted Collin’s chin up and kissed him gently on the lips. “You’ve done good.”

Collin puddled on the inside. There was practically nothing he wouldn’t do if Mr. Reevesworth would look at him like that.

The world settled, stabilized, and grew quiet and small.

Even safe. There was nothing he was trying to figure out, nowhere he had to go, and he was wanted.

He could feel it all the way down into his belly.

Maybe he could do this—all day. He was certainly going to try.

Collin raised his head and licked his dom’s fingers.