Toy Box: Collars

  Table of Contents

  Definition and Etymology -2

  Beloved by Zoe Nichols - 3

  Stay by Allison Payne - 11

  Master Preston’s Bright Bottom by Lee Benoit - 18

  Definition: col·lar Audio Help /'k'lər/ Pronunciation Key - Show Spelled Pronunciation[kol-er] Pronunciation Key - Show IPA Pronunciation

  –noun

  1. the part of a shirt, coat, dress, blouse, etc., that encompasses the neckline of the garment and is sewn permanently to it, often so as to fold or roll over.

  2. a similar but separate, detachable article of clothing worn around the neck or at the neckline of a garment. Compare clerical collar.

  3. anything worn or placed around the neck.

  4. a leather or metal band or a chain, fastened around the neck of an animal, used esp. as a means of restraint or identification.

  5. the part of the harness that fits across the withers and over the shoulders of a draft animal, designed to distribute the pressure of the load drawn.

  6. an ornamental necklace worn as insignia of an order of knighthood.

  Source: Dictionary.com http://dictionary.reference.com/browse/collar

  Etymology: collar Look up collar at Dictionary.com

  1297, from O.Fr. coler, from L. collare "necklace, band or chain for the neck," from collum "the neck," from PIE *kwol-o- "neck" (cf. O.N., M.Du. hals "neck"), lit. "that on which the head turns," from base *kwel- "move round, turn about" (see cycle). White collar is first attested 1919; blue-collar from 1951. Verb meaning "to capture" is attested from 1613.

  Source: Online Etymology Dictionary - http://www.etymonline.com/index.php?search=collar&searchmode=none

  Beloved

  By Zoe Nichols

  “Kneel, Hohru,” Lucian said, perched in his armchair. I immediately dumped the last log into the fireplace and moved to his side, falling to my knees with the ease of long practice. I took a subtle breath as the plug lodged between my cheeks shifted with the movement, rubbing against the stretched skin of my hole and sending ripples of pleasure up my spine.

  I lowered my head, my hair moving loosely against my back, and set my hands perfectly on my thighs. They framed my bulging crotch, hidden behind the pale blue silk of my thong, in the triangle of my fingers and thumb. It had taken years to perfect this move, to display myself to his liking. I bit my lips gently so they remained flushed and rosy and trained my eyes on the thick, creamy white carpet, waiting for his next word.

  A tug on the worn collar around my neck was my signal to look up. Lucian’s dark green eyes trailed over me before his mouth quirked lazily. “You’ve become a very beautiful young man,” he said, his fingers gliding along my features and through the jet black strands of my hair. “Do you accept my compliment, Hohru?”

  “Yes, Master, thank you,” I said softly. His hand moved to my throat, stroking the soft leather of my collar and down to the pale skin of my shoulder. Chills followed his fingers and my cock reacted, straining upward. To distract myself, I studied Lucian’s face as he watched his fingers stroke over me. The deep tan was natural, as were the blond streaks in his hair, the look of a man who enjoyed outside activities.

  Such as public fucking.

  “Not many Masters are blessed with such a beautiful pet,” Lucian continued, his fingers idly caressing my lower lip. I wanted to slip my tongue out and lap at their tips, but well-learned restraint kept me still. Starting the game without Lucian’s explicit consent could earn me the worst of punishments: exile from his bed. “And to enjoy my good fortune, I have bought you a gift.”

  That was new. I struggled to keep from breaking my silence, choosing to show my shock in my eyes. Deep in his green gaze, I could see the reflection of my brown eyes, muted with startled pleasure. He smiled and rose to his feet, a long, lean man clad all in black who towered over my diminutive five-foot-five by a full foot.

  “Stand and follow, my pet.”

  With that command singing in my ears, I stood and followed him from the sitting room and down the hall. The carpet broke away as we entered the hall and the chill of the wood floor against my bare feet made me shiver. The plug shifted to and fro as I walked, shortening my breath and sending shivers of a different nature through me. The trip was short, with Lucian walking through the second door we came to. The room was mostly empty, lit with soft white lights and holding only a shuttered window, a black leather chair, and a rectangular onyx stand covered by a velvety red cloth. The walls were a soft eggshell white, the carpet a muted gray.

  I couldn’t remember ever seeing this room in my five years with Lucian. But that was easy to dismiss as curiosity bespelled me. He turned slightly and his hand brushed the back of my neck, sending chills down my spine.

  “Come inside, Hohru, and put yourself beside the stand.”

  I followed his orders immediately, positioning myself next to the stand and waiting with my gaze downcast. My need to look was almost crippling and it took sheer willpower to not turn my head to that stand, to not stroke the velvet and peek beneath it to what was surely my gift. I lowered my lashes and studied it from the corner of my eyes.

  Curiosity killed the cat, Hohru, I reminded myself. And in your case, it’ll be the ass does not get fucked. Be patient.

  I listened to Lucian’s muffled footsteps and the soft hiss of leather as he sat. Moving my eyes just so let me see the hand-tooled Italian loafers adorning his feet. The legs of his pants lifted as he sat, exposing the smooth skin of his tanned ankles. It was a provocative tease of flesh, reminding me immediately of what was at stake. I stilled and waited for him to settle.

  “Raise the velvet, Hohru, and give me your opinion of your gift.”

  I turned and lifted the velvet quickly, incapable of hiding my excitement. I held my breath as it revealed a smooth glass box. Inside it, atop a purple pillow trimmed with gold, was a gleaming white leather collar. Written across it in elegant black script were the words, My Beloved Hohru.

  I flushed with pleasure at the sight of it, unable to resist caressing the glass. Lucian wasn’t big on public displays of affection and, though I knew the emotion was there, after all five years of servitude was impossible to endure if you didn’t feel something for each other, I rarely heard him say ‘I love you.’ But seeing that collar, it reaffirmed everything for me.

  “Oh, Lucian,” I whispered, petting the glass and wishing I could touch the smooth, inviting leather. “It’s so beautiful.” I turned his way. “Thank you,” I added softly.

  Lucian smiled. “I’m glad you like it.” Then his hand lowered between his legs, rubbing the rapidly growing bulge pressing against his slacks. “Come earn it, Hohru. Show me just how deserving you are of that gift.”

  My blood ignited on the spot, sending chills running through every vein. My cock pressed against its silken prison, already weeping. I began walking toward him, only to have him hold up a hand.

  “Crawl.” His mouth quirked faintly. “Slowly.”

  I dropped to my hands and knees and crawled the rest of the way, stretching out the movements so that my mostly bare body was exposed in full length. I made each forward movement as sensuous as I could, turning my rising passion into a private dance just for my Lucian. My balls swung heavily with each move, reminding me of their full state. The plug strummed every nerve in my ass, nearly making me wobble as I moved.

  When I reached Lucian, his eyes had darkened to near black and the bulge had swollen into a distinctive tent. His next order was silent and it was with pleasure that I licked the tip of his loafer, first one and then the other. Unadorned, the leather shoe was full of slight crinkles you only got from real leather. It smelled clean and tasted new. I licked my way toward Lucian’s exposed ankles.

  I felt
his breath hitch and I allowed myself the tiniest smile as I blew air over the skin and inhaled the smell of sweaty leather and Lucian’s body wash. I trailed my tongue over the ball of his ankle and savored his soft moan. I could have enjoyed his ankles for a long time, but the way his feet slid apart impatiently informed me that it was time to move onward. Between his legs, I found myself eye level with his straining crotch. The slacks were dark enough to hide any stains, but I could smell the musk of his arousal, a much stronger signal than anything my eyes could have seen.

  I placed my mouth against the fabric and found the thin material moist and hot. Lucian’s cock twitched through it, as if waiting for my touch. I licked the fabric, dampening it further before closing my mouth around the bulge and sucking it, material and all, into my mouth. Lucian growled and his hands pressed me further in, his hips thrusting upward, filling my mouth. My cheeks hollowed as I sucked, the thin fabric wet enough to allow Lucian’s covered cock to slide further in.

  I could feel the cock head brushing the back of my tongue and I was quick to suck it down as far as the material would allow. Lucian groaned harshly before his hands yanked my head back by my hair. I licked my lips and stared up at him as he one-handedly unzipped his slacks and freed himself, his cock springing out. Thick and heavy, streams of precome spilled endlessly from the swollen red head and slid down the sides to stain the dark curls peeking through the zipper.

  My mouth opened wider, waiting for him to fill me. My hands curled into fists on my thighs against the urge to give myself some relief. Lucian smiled down at me, his long fingers idly sliding along his cock, covering them in the almost clear substance. A hungry gleam edged his expression. He lowered his fingers to me and I licked my lips eagerly.

  “Clean my fingers, Hohru.” He paused, rubbing his fingers together lazily. “Then clean my cock.”

  I nodded obediently while my cock swelled in excitement, making me squirm against the plug as I moved to carry out my instructions. Lucian’s fingers dangled on the inner seam of his thigh and it was only matter of turning my head to close my mouth along them, capturing three. He sighed as I cleaned his fingers, openly thrilling in the taste of his come as it coated my tongue. I was as thorough as possible as I cleaned those three then moved to the last finger and thumb. I swept my tongue along the valleys in between and worked until Lucian’s hand was moist with my saliva and clean.

  “Stop.”

  I sat back on my haunches, breathing shallowly through my arousal and the almost overwhelming urge to grind down on the smooth plastic head of the plug. But it wouldn’t scratch my itch; only Lucian could. And my turn would come only when he was satisfied. He sat forward, still stroking his heavy cock in long, lingering strokes.

  “I need something to dry my hand with, Hohru.”

  My eyes widened at his mischievous tone and felt the heat of a flush shoot straight to my cheeks. Even now, I still became a little shy showing myself fully, an incongruous sentiment since I spent the majority of my day as close to naked as possible at the whim of my Lucian.

  “Master?” I nibbled my lip nervously even as my heart started to race behind my ribs.

  “Remove your thong, Hohru and dry my hand.” He lifted an eyebrow when I didn’t immediately comply, my cheeks scorching hot. “Now, boy. My cock still needs cleaning.”

  I flushed at the sharp reminder and with only faintly trembling fingers, came to my feet and stepped back for room to pull the thong down. It was halfway down my thighs when Lucian made the sound -- a low, hungry noise so primal it never failed to make me weak-kneed. I shivered and kept pushing the thong down until it reached my knees and listened as his breathing accelerated.

  My own raced to match and by the time I’d gotten the damp bit of material to my ankles, I was fully bent over and panting, my ass clenching around the plug and Lucian was groaning faintly. I stepped out of the thong and clutched it tightly as I straightened. My cock pressed against my belly, throbbing for attention. I curled my fingers into fists at my sides to stop from laying a finger on myself.

  Lucian’s gaze tracked over me like a touch, leaving sizzling sensation wherever his eyes landed. His tongue swept out and he licked his lips. I licked my own in helpless mimicry. Then I remembered his instructions and, holding the bit of sticky blue fabric in my hand, I walked back over to Lucian and dried his hand to the best of my abilities with the cloth, my whole body shaking as his heat took over my naked body. I leaned into him, drawn like a magnet to his body as I completed the task.

  I made to step back, about to fall back onto my knees, when Lucian grabbed my wrist and brought my hand to his hard cock. My eyes shot to his and I thrilled at the storm clouds there, turning the lazy green into glittering emerald.

  “Touch me,” he whispered, his hand dropping from mine, leaving me carte blanche with his body.

  I closed my fingers as much as I could around the thickness and like always, I couldn’t make it all the way. Memories flooded my brain then, of being impaled on that weighty cock, of being stuffed so full, I’d felt the sensation for days -- no, months -- afterward. I wanted to feel it now, wanted to turn and sit myself atop until I was crammed.

  The need swelled my cock to impossible inches, bringing a low gasp from my throat. My hand slid down his cock slowly, aided by the slippery pre-come still dripping down the sides. Lucian’s head dropped back and his hands fisted on the armrests. When I squeezed him, I got the pleasure of seeing a hard shudder pass through his lean body, his hips jerking into the tunnel of my fingers.

  I pumped him smoothly, watching the weeping head disappear again and again into my palm. My mouth watered and instinct pulled me to my knees and brought my lips around his cock.

  Lucian groaned, his hands moving to fist in my hair. I licked him in fast, rough motions, sensing the tension in Lucian rise to a new level. Slow would not please him. My mouth slid up and down his length, each time pulling more and more of him in until he brushed the back of my throat. Adjusting my breathing accordingly, I took him down faster, sucking him as if he was an everlasting lollipop and I had an eternity to enjoy him.

  His hips bucked, his hands clutched my hair, and he growled hard enough to make me vibrate. And then he hissed out the one word I didn’t want to hear but knew, just by the way his hands flexed on my scalp, was coming. “Enough!”

  I pulled away immediately, but not without a long, slow lick along the underside of his cock. He punished me for that, grabbing onto my hips before I got very far and tugging me forward until I straddled his lap, my cock brushing against his. I gasped and thrust against him, pushing our cocks together and coating them in pre-come until they were almost welded together.

  I watched his long fingers curl around them and the first rough squeeze made me pant out his name and he leaned forward, capturing my nipple. My reward, I thought dazedly and moaned when he bit down, mixing pain with the pleasure. I bucked against his hands, my own bracing against his shoulders. My bare knees slid against his slacks and suddenly I wanted, needed him naked. I lifted my head to look at him to find the same need in his gaze.

  He released his grip on our cocks and I rose up so he could push his pants down and away. He pulled his shirt up next, exposing his hard chest to my play. I sank down again, delighting to feel his skin, so much hotter than mine, rubbing against me. His hands didn’t fall immediately back to their previous tasks, Lucian choosing instead to cup my ass and rub the plug still filling my hole.

  I cried out, only to have his mouth swoop down and take mine, his tongue pushing into my willing depths and claiming me for his all over again. I slid my tongue against his, inviting him into a wet duel, and pressed back against his fingertips, wordlessly demanding he tease me some more. He smiled against my mouth and pushed the plug a little deeper, twisting it just so, and I broke apart, my body bursting into a thousand pieces as I came, shouting my joy into Lucian’s mouth.

  I gushed between us, blanketing the both of us in come, shuddering as he kept the pressur
e on the plug, sharp tingles of euphoria bursting through my blood. I dropped my head back, gasping as I emptied, leaving my body feeling deliciously boneless. Lucian dipped his head and licked the hollow of my throat, his smile warm against my neck.

  A hazy thought penetrated my bliss. I froze. Oh, God... I’d come before Lucian gave me permission.

  I forced my heavy eyes open and stared at him. “Ma-Master...” I began weakly, but he shook his head, his mouth curling into a sexy half smile, sending my pulse into an insane rhythm.

  “It’s okay, baby.” His fingers tugged gently and the plug came free. “I’ll punish you later. It’s my turn now.”

  I moaned as the plug left me, leaving me open and empty. I watched Lucian coat his cock in come before he lifted me, spreading my ass cheeks open as he angled me for his entry. I held my breath, my hands resting on his broad shoulders and watched him line us up and push in slowly, hard, come-coated inch by inch until he filled me to bursting.

  I caught my breath at the feel of him and couldn’t stop myself from clenching around him. His fingers still held my cheeks prisoner and squeezed them in reaction. I lifted my head and licked my lips, winding my arms around him before I pushed up and dropped back down hard enough to make us both shudder.