Episode 2 #7
The vibrator slammed back into motion, harder than before. Eyes still fixed on Mr. Reevesworth’s face, Collin screamed.
Mr. Reevesworth’s lips broke apart into a dark smile. Collin couldn’t look away. He was writhing on the bed, gripping his own arms to keep them behind his head. His body was shuddering and spasming, but his eyes were locked on Mr. Reevesworth.
It was a revelation. Something uncurled inside of Collin. Moans and whimpers spilled unnoticed from his lips. He wanted this now. The desire to come and release the mounting pressure in his loins was gone. He wanted to be right there, beneath this man, suffering for him, giving him this gift.
“Hold me.” He held up his wrists. Mr. Reevesworth’s hands closed around them, pinning them in place over Collin’s head and against Mr. Reevesworth’s stomach.
It was heaven and hell. But a hell he wanted to stay in even while tears leaked from the corners of his eyes.
His back arched, and he wailed as the devilish thing thrummed inside him.
The ring around his balls and the cage around his dick were a blur of biting, aching pressure.
He thrust into empty air, lost and without recourse.
“Richard, this is a lovely way to come home.” Mr. Moreau’s voice came from the doorway.
Collin shuddered, still twisting on the sheets.
Mr. Moreau stepped into the room, the door of which had never been closed. He leaned over Collin to exchange a long, slow kiss with Mr. Reevesworth. “He’s a dream, dear.”
“Truly.” Mr. Reevesworth trailed fingers over Collin’s face.
Starving for something, Collin opened his mouth, dragging the long, smooth digit into mouth. He sucked hard. If only it were thicker and went deeper.
“Oh, sweet Zeus,” Mr. Moreau breathed out.
“Dinner is on the counter, darling,” Mr. Reevesworth murmured. “It’s from Meti’s.”
“How much longer does he have?”
“Thirty minutes.”
“Mind if I bring the food in here and watch?”
“Can I have you when we finish here?”
“Yes.” Mr. Moreau looked down one more time and turned away.
Mr. Reevesworth chuckled, deep and dark.
Collin shivered. Tears leaked out of the corner of his eyes. “I think my cock is wet, sir.”
“You’re leaking, yes.” Mr. Reevesworth reached down and stroked his finger over the tip, jostling the plug inside.
Collin shrieked. For a moment he felt like he’d risen up out of his body.
The world was painted in the brilliant shades of crystals.
Even the air was visible. He floated, legs sprawled open, skin covered in sweat, the vibrator churning on.
“I feel drunk.”
“Let it in, beautiful boy. Suffer for me.”
“Yes, sir.”
He blinked, trying to focus on Mr. Reevesworth’s face.
Everything he needed was there. He pulled on his wrist. Mr. Reevesworth let him go.
His hand floated up on its own accord. He touched the face above.
That terrifying, imposing visage with eyes both warm and hard.
His body bucked and shuddered, but he couldn’t look away.
“Does this please you, sir?”
“Yes, Collin.” Mr. Reevesworth stroked his face in return.
His other hand wandered lower. He dragged his nails over Collin’s nipple.
His fingers returned, grabbing the hard bud and pinching.
Collin’s mouth fell open. Pain mounted by degrees.
He pushed up into it. Mr. Reevesworth pulled upward.
Collin’s body arched until he could no longer bend.
He swallowed, mouth dry. A challenge stood in Mr. Reevesworth’s eyes. He raised an eyebrow.
Collin swallowed again. Eyes never moving, he sank back down on the bed, dragging out the pain.
The skin on his chest stretched. Each millimeter, he could see Mr. Reevesworth waiting to see if he would give in.
The pain was a fire in his flesh. He lay flat, stomach muscles fluttering like bird wings.
And yet somehow, he was relaxing. The pain was becoming music.
He was following it. His body was bleeding on the edges, expanding and also becoming nothing.
“Good boy.”
Mr. Reevesworth let go of his nipple.
Collin’s vision sparked. He couldn’t breathe. His hands moved to clutch his chest, but they were caught, dragged away, held down. All he could do was twist and cry.
His cock bounced between his legs, valiantly trying to strain into an upright position. For a moment, it felt almost like it would make it. It built and built.
And dissipated, release strangled.
He fell back to the bed, all in one piece, gasping for air. The sound of cutlery drew his attention. Mr. Moreau sat at the table by the window, a proper napkin tucked into his collar and a place setting in front of him. He was eating the extra food Mr. Reevesworth had ordered from the restaurant.
It was so odd, like looking through a window into another world. Here he was, naked, covered in sweat, face wet with tears of denial, while Mr. Moreau, cool, professional, handsome Mr. Moreau, sat at the table eating dinner.
Collin’s stomach fluttered. The pressure was rising again.
Mr. Moreau dabbed the edge of his lip with the napkin. “Do you think he will come like this?”
“Unlikely. It usually takes training for a man to have an orgasm like this. It’s only a vibrator. But can you imagine him staked out on his back pinned by a fucking machine? I think he can learn to come then, cage or no cage.”
“I look forward to seeing your work.”
Mr. Reevesworth chuckled. He brushed damp hair away from Collin’s eyes again. “What about you, Collin? Would you like to learn to come from anal alone?”
Collin blinked, slowly. “Sir?”
Mr. Moreau leaned forward. “Would you like your Master to train you to come without needing to touch your cock, Collin?”
Collin shuddered. “Would he like that?”
“Very much. There are so many things you can do with a boy that sensitive.”
“I want to please him,” Collin whispered.
“Oh, Richard, what did you find?”
“Something exquisite,” Mr. Reevesworth murmured.
They said more things, but Collin was gone, the devil thing inside his ass driving him to desperate tears.
He rolled over and drew his legs up under him, ass in the air.
But there was no relief. He twisted and rolled.
His body was hot and cold. Somehow, he was no longer between Mr. Reevesworth’s legs because Mr. Reevesworth was lying beside him, petting his head as he ground himself into the comforter.
“Five more minutes, my boy.”
He nodded. At least, he hoped he had nodded. He had tried. He spread his legs as far as they would go. If only someone would fuck him, then maybe he could come. The muscles in his legs trembled. There was something coming out of his mouth. He was begging for something, for anything.
“Are you safe wording, Collin?”
“No.”
At least that word was clear.
“What do you need, beautiful boy?”
“I want to be fucked. Please, it’s not enough.”
“No.”
Mr. Reevesworth’s fingers gripped Collin’s ass. “As delectable as you are, this is a punishment. Two more minutes.”
Collin wept. He lay against Mr. Reevesworth, clutching his shirt. His body burned, tired, almost rung out.
“One minute.”
He pressed his nose against the bone of Mr. Reevesworth’s shoulder, anything to ground himself. His heartbeat fluttered in his ears as if he were running.
The buzzing in his hole stopped. His muscles tightened, waiting for it to start again.
“That’s it, beautiful boy. It’s over.”
Collin shook his head. He didn’t understand. But hands were turning him over, parting his buttocks, and that thing, that terrible, wonderful thing, was being dragged out of him. So powerful and yet so not enough.”
He sagged against the bed.
Someone laid a blanket over him.
“Here, let me help with that,” Mr. Moreau said somewhere in the distance.
His dick was still trying to be hard inside the cage. But he was tired. So very, very tired.
“Here, Collin. Drink.”
“Don’t wanna.”
“Drink, Collin.”
“Then I’m gonna have to find you and ask to go to the toilet, and I’m too tired. Can’t walk.” He swiped at the water bottle being held in front of his face.
“You’re sleeping in my room tonight. And if I decide to wake you up and take you to the bathroom tonight, there won’t be any punishments.”
“Why?”
“Because you hit subspace for the first time in your life. You’re the equivalent of intoxicated.”
“Oh.” Collin dropped his head to the bed. So tired. If he could just float here.
“You still have to drink, Collin.” That tone was heavy. Powerful, dark. Collin opened his mouth. Someone laughed. Mr. Reevesworth was wrestling him up, holding him. The bottle was against his lips.
Water. Life. Collin brought his hands up, clutching at the bottle. He wanted all of it. Now that he tasted it, he wanted all of it.
“Slowly.”
He didn’t want slow. But he was too tired to fight it.
Somehow, he ended up on his feet, moving from one room to another. There was a new room and a new bed. A smaller one. But it smelled like Mr. Reevesworth. And Mr. Reevesworth and Mr. Moreau were in the room.
“Collin, I’m going to blindfold you.”
“Okay.”
“Stay in the bed.”
“You might need to restrain him.”
“You think that would be wise?”
“Something mild, like a silk scarf and one hand. Just enough to remind him.
Something sinfully smooth wrapped around his wrist. “Collin, stay.”
“Where are you going?”
“I’m going to take care of what you gave me. Stay here.” Mr. Reevesworth put Collin’s hand on what felt like an impressive erection.
“Yes, sir.”
“Give him your shirt.”
“Good idea.” Mr. Reevesworth sounded slightly breathless. A shirt dropped on Collin’s chest . Blindfolded, he grabbed it and shoved his face into it. It smelled perfect. He hummed in the back of his throat. So tired. Behind the mask, his eyes fluttered shut.
Soft gasps and groans came from the direction of the bigger bed a few feet away. Bedsprings creaked. Collin floated away.
Friday
He woke up warm. Almost too warm. What were these sheets? They weren’t his. There was a heavy body against his back and an arm around his back, keeping him tight against the chest on which he was half resting.
“Sir?”
“Collin.” The body under him shifted and turned to show Mr. Reevesworth’s face. On his other side, Mr. Moreau raised his head.
“Is it morning?”
“Almost,” Mr. Reevesworth replied. “Collin, do you need something?”
“Bathroom.” Collin rubbed his face. “Where am I?”
“Our bed.”
Collin frowned. Wasn’t there a smaller bed that he’d been in before? He looked over his shoulder. There was, just a few steps away.
“You wouldn’t stay,” Mr. Reevesworth murmured. “Just like Artemis, you sleep where you like.”
Collin’s bladder throbbed. He pushed himself. “Bathroom, please.”
Mr. Reevesworth sat up and helped Collin out of the pile of sheets. Collin looked left and right. Mr. Reevesworth put a hand on his shoulder. “This way. I guess you don’t remember the last two trips.”
“No.”
“He was deep.” Mr. Moreau chuckled.
“Very.” Mr Reevesworth led Collin away.
Peeing only made Collin sleepy again now that the pressure was gone. But he was also thirsty. He stood in the middle of the bathroom, looking around at the expensive tile and rich colors. “Water?”
“In the bedroom.” Mr. Reevesworth motioned Collin to turn around. “Let me lock you up first.”
Collin braced his knees, looking down at the top of Mr. Reevesworth’s head as he bent down over Collin’s cock. The sensation of the plug made his stomach flip. He put his hand on Mr. Reevesworth’s shoulders. “Ugh.”
“Still getting used to that? It will take a while.”
“You have me from the inside.” Collin rubbed his face. “Water, please?”
They returned to the bedroom. There was water. Collin drank and threw himself back into the big bed. He curled up around one of the many pillows. These were nice pillows. Not too flat and not too stuffed that they hit wrong.
Mr. Reevesworth checked the clock on the bedside table. “We have some time till we should rise.”
“I’m sleeping in.” Mr. Moreau stretched out, hands above his head, and spread his fingers. Collin turned his head. They were naked, both the other men. He hadn’t noticed before.
Mr. Reevesworth entered the bed from the bottom and reclaimed his place in the center. “No meetings this morning?”
“None. I knew I’d be tired after that flight back. And now I’m doubly glad.” Mr. Moreau turned over on his side facing his husband and reached for him. “Someone had needs last night.”
“Oh, truly?” Mr. Reevesworth laughed. He let his husband draw him down into a kiss. His hand disappeared below the covers.
Collin lay on his side watching, content with his pillow. Mr. Reevesworth’s other hand caressed Collin’s thigh, like a pet, and drew away.
Collin’s eyes fluttered shut.
The next time he woke, it was to a bed that was otherwise empty, except for Artemis on the pillow behind him, and he heard the shower running in the en suite bathroom.
Mr. Reevesworth was on the other side of the room, coming out of what looked like a walk-in closet, buckling a watch around his wrist.
“Good morning, kitten.”
“Kitten? Sir.” Collin groaned and shook his head.
Mr. Reevesworth chuckled. “It fits. Come, let’s get you showered and fed.”
Collin sat up. He both ached and felt alive in a way he couldn’t remember. When he stood up, his legs shook. Mr. Reevesworth caught him and steadied him. “Take it slow. Give your body time to come back to itself.”
In Collin’s room, the bed was stripped of the comforter, leaving just messed-up sheets. “Doris will see to them,” Mr. Reevesworth informed him.
Collin’s phone buzzed as he passed it toward the bathroom. He picked it up, turning it over to see the screen.
Andy.
For a second, the heady cloud he was floating in started to fall. He didn’t want this, not today, not when he felt good for the first time in a long time. Not when Mr. Reevesworth was smiling so often and even Artemis seemed pleased, her favorite Frenchman back in her clutches.
He swallowed. “Sir?”
“Yes, Collin?” Mr. Reevesworth looked up from selecting clothes from the dresser.
“Help, please.” Collin held out the phone.
The smile that lit up Mr. Reevesworth’s face was enough to erase the sight of Andy’s name on the screen of the phone.
“My pleasure, my boy. Go into the bathroom and wait. I’ll take this outside.”
“Yes, sir.” Collin smiled back, feeling his cheeks tingle with blood. But who cared about blushing when someone was looking at him like that?