Page 4 of Damian & Jun, Episodes 13-16

Damian smirked, evilly. “I’m sure I can find you a pair of wings, rig a case, pin you up for a day.

“But I have to drink, and pee.”

“Catheter, IV drip. Enema. None of that requires you to be able to move.”

Jun groaned. “You wouldn’t.”

Damian spread Jun’s butt cheeks. “I’m already plotting, but you are a dirty little thing right now. Time for a wash.”

The floor abruptly disappeared from under Jun’s hands and knees as Damian stood, tossing Jun over his shoulder. Jun grabbed Damian’s ass; the closest handhold he could reach with his hands bound in front of him. “I can walk.”

“Can you?” Damian patted Jun’s upturned buttocks. “I believe you were so captured you couldn’t go anywhere?”

Damian didn’t put Jun down until they were in the hallway bathroom. He towed Jun straight into the large shower.

“Why are we in this one? We have our own bathroom,” Jun sputtered.

Damian grinned. “Well, Richard and Émeric helped get you dirty. It’s only fair they can hear you getting clean.”

Jun squeaked and looked over his shoulder. The door was wide open. He looked back just in time to see Damian attached the wrist restraints to a hook above his head on the wall. Now he was tethered to the front end of the shower with his back to the door.

“DaSu!”

Damian slapped his ass. “That’s Alpha, or Hunter, to you, prey.”

Jun tugged on his wrists, dancing in place when he couldn’t rub away the sting. “How am I going to get clean when I’m chained up?”

“That’s my job.”

Jun blew a raspberry in Damian’s direction. Fuck, he loved being a brat. Making trouble was like breathing fresh air. He stuck out his tongue for good measure.

Damian narrowed his eyes. He grabbed one of the nozzles on the wall and flipped tabs, washing it off with soap. It didn’t look like a shower head. He’d seen it before, but never thought about it. But now that he did think about it, it was shaped kind of like a dildo.

Was that? No, oh no.

Damian finished rinsing it and stepped forward. “Good hunters clean their prey inside and out.” He grabbed Jun’s jaw, getting his thumb on one side and his first two fingers on the other side pressed against the place where Jun’s upper and lower jaw met. “Open.”

Jun shook his head. He tugged on his wrists and stamped his feet, trying to get purchase to pull. Damian’s grip was implacable. He shoved a leg between Jun’s and backed him into the corner of the shower.

“Open.”

Jun tried to shake his head but he was pinned. Damian pressed against him and held his face. Jun growled, keeping his teeth clenched.

Damian pushed a button on the dildo shaped shower head, drenching Jun’s face with water. Jun gasped, his mouth snapping open. Damian’s thumb and fingers slide in between his teeth, keeping it gaping.

“Deep breath.”

Damian waited a beat. Jun whined and obeyed, afraid not to.

The shower head went into his mouth, spraying water in three directions. He coughed and sputtered. Damian guided him to lean forward, rotating the nozzle around Jun’s mouth twice, then pulling it out.

Jun coughed and hung forward, gasping. He wasn’t really choking, but his body didn’t know that. A bottle clicked open and a second later he was being pulled upright and his chest pressed against the wall. Damian nudged his feet apart.

Overwhelmed and still focused on calming his breathing, Jun obeyed. Something body temperature pressed against his hole. He cursed. “Alpha! No!”

“Washed, inside and out,” Damian repeated.

Jun pushed back, moving his ass.