Page 18 of Damian & Jun, Episodes 9-12 (The Residency Boys #8)

Richard smirked. “I see you’ve used them.”

Collin got down on his hands and knees.

“You can go in,” Damian said.

“But if you do, you have to be naked,” Richard ordered.

Collin didn’t even think about it. He pulled off his clothes, folding them and putting them to the side. He crawled in and stretched out next to Jun. “Hey.”

“Hey.” Jun stretched, waving his fingers.

Collin hovered just a few inches away.

Jun hooked his ankle around Collin’s thigh and pulled him in. The other submissive fell against him.

“Ugh! Hey.” Collin’s chest rested against Jun’s lower ribs.

“Want to know a secret?” Jun whispered.

“What?” Collin rose up on his elbows, leaning in.

Jun stage-whispered, “Alpha likes his cave.”

Collin laughed. He dropped his head against Jun’s breastbone, shaking his head back and forth. “I never would have guessed.”

Jun rubbed the back of Collin’s head with his elbow, the best he could do.

Collin purred, getting closer, pressing his entire body against Jun’s. “You’re warm.”

It didn’t escape Jun that Collin was covering him. He tangled his legs with Collin, hugging him back.

émeric clapped his hands together. “Damian, I don’t know how you want to do this. Breakfast is ready. We’ve set it up in the living room, if you want to join us.”

Damian rubbed his stomach. “We’ll be right there.”

Collin sat up and reached for his clothes.

“You can stay naked, pretty boy,” Richard said. “You’ll be eating on your pillow.”

“Yes, Master.” Collin picked up his clothes. He looked back at Jun, his cheeks a little pink, opened his mouth to say something, then shook his head. He hurried out.“I’ll just put these away.”

Richard and émeric headed down the hall to the living room. Damian unfastened Jun from the cave wall and helped him out to stand on his feet. Jun swayed a little and leaned into his Alpha.

“So, do I get clothes now?”

Damian laughed. “No. You’ll be eating at my feet. I hope you enjoy eating from my fingers.”

Jun groaned. He thumped his head against Damian’s shoulder. Then nipped it for good measure.

“Keep that up, and you won’t be eating because you’ll be muzzled.”

Jun nibbled with his lips instead of his teeth. “What if I’m just that hungry? I’m not tame, after all.”

Damian shook his head, fondness in his eyes. He unfastened Jun’s wrists from his neck and moved Jun’s wrists from his front to his back, putting him back in a box tie.

“I don’t get hands either?” Jun bratted.

Damian rewarded him with a slap to his rear.

It was hard walking naked into the living room. He couldn’t keep his eyes up. With Damian alone, it was one thing, but Richard was Richard. And émeric, well…émeric was émeric. All proper one point nine something meters of him.

He kept his eyes on Damian instead, making sure to keep slack in the rope between his collar and Damian’s hand. And yes, it was an absolute mind fuck to walk on a leash.

Collin was already kneeling naked on a cushion between Richard’s knees.

émeric was putting together plates. He pointed out where he’d laid a pillow down for Jun.

Damian took a seat on the couch across from Richard and tapped Jun’s ass, pointing to the pillow.

Jun knelt. At least years of dance training made being graceful even with his arms behind him easy.

He settled, eyes down, which reminded him of his cock and balls, his cock pointing almost straight up, the head dark and swollen.

Guh, he was so outside the bounds of polite society, naked and aroused in public like some sort of creature or primitive.

His cheeks heated, and his eyes watered.

Damian stroked Jun’s chest, his fingers wandering down and playing with Jun’s cock. He tried not to whimper, to hold still.

Damian dragged a fingernail over Jun’s cock head. He flinched and yelped. Richard, émeric, and Damian chuckled.

“Mine,” Damian whispered into Jun’s ear.

Fuck! His arms were tied. He couldn’t even rub the sensation away. It went on and on, Damian’s touch lingering on his sensitive skin.

Cheeks burning, he dared a glance at Collin.

Collin was looking straight at him, cheeks flushed, biting his lip.

He didn’t have Jun’s problem though. As Jun had seen earlier, he was wearing his cock cage as he usually did.

He couldn’t get hard even if he wanted to.

Jun dropped his eyes quickly from Collin.

At least he wasn’t alone. And that did help.

The three doms started to eat. After a few moments, Damian held his cupped hand in front of Jun’s mouth. A bite of scrambled eggs lay in his palm.

Jun’s eyes flew up to Damian’s. Damian gazed back, impassive. Jun tensed.

“Eat, pet.”

Jun looked back down at the food. His cock ached. His nakedness wrapped around him. It didn’t matter. He was Alpha’s prey.

None of it matter. The tag ached in his ear.

Damian’s fingers brushed the bruise and marks on Jun’s neck.

Jun leaned forward, licking and using his lips to take the egg from Damian’s palm.

“Good pet.” Damian offered Jun his palm to clean and ruffled his hair.

The meal continued. Every few bites, Damian offered more food, either on his palm to be nibbled up or from his fingers if it was something solid, like a torn-off piece of scone.Now and then, he helped Jun drink.

Jun slumped sideways against Damian’s leg as time went on.

Damian put a slice of cheese on a bit of scone and held it in his hand, just beyond Jun’s lips, distracted by something he was saying to Richard.

Jun leaned forward, trying to take it.

Damian moved his hand away, keeping it beyond Jun’s reach.

Jun narrowed his eyes. He looked up. Damian stroked his cheek but went on speaking, making no motion to feed him.

Jun caught Collin’s attention. He smirked. Collin’s eyes widened. He shook his head.

Jun grinned back. He turned his head and nipped at Damian’s forearm.

“Wait, pet.” Damian said.

Yeah, right. What was the point of being naked and tied up unless Alpha was paying attention?

It wasn't like he was expected to behave if he was tied up, right? The only reason to put a leash on a pet was because they couldn’t behave without one.

Jun bit the inside of Damian’s thigh.

Damian yelped. His hand gripped the back of Jun’s hair and jerked his head back. Jun blinked up at his alpha. Yep, that did the trick. Damian was beautiful like this, eyes blazing with a little shock and a lot of outrage.

Jun licked his lips.

“You couldn’t wait?”

Jun wiggled around. It was harder with Damian gripping his hair, but he managed.

He leaned in, trying to nip more of Damian’s biceps.

It looked tasty. Damian held him back, lifting his elbow to keep his skin away from Jun’s mouth.

Fine, he could work with that. He lunged, catching Damian’s shirt in his teeth.

“Not quite tame, is he?”

“No.” Damian grunted. He closed his knees, pinning Jun between them and the front of the couch. “Are you asking for punishment, wolfling?”

Not really. But he wanted to lick his Alpha now, and Alpha was not cooperating. Whatever happened was his fault.

He pushed up on his knees, trying to lick and nibble at Damian’s neck and face. Damian leaned back.

“Down, wolfling.”

Jun barked back at him. No, thank you. This was a fun game.

“We’re eating breakfast, pet. Sit.”

This was much more interesting than breakfast. Damian rarely lost his cool for good reasons. Why give up the fun now? Jun lifted his knee, trying to climb up on the couch.

“Enough.” Damian stood. He forced Jun’s head back and down, putting him in a backbend. “This is not how we behave at the table.”

Jun panted. Laughter rolled through him.

“Richard, could I use the silver floor brace? And do you mind sending Collin for the black box in my bedside table?”

“Not at all. Kitten, go fetch Damian’s box.”

“Yes, sir.”

There were sounds of someone standing and moving away on bare feet. Jun’s chest rose and fell. He couldn’t move, but that didn’t stop him from trying. He stuck out his tongue, trying to taste Damian’s arms.

Damian hauled him up, kissing him hard. “You beg so pretty, pet. I hope you enjoy this as much as I will.”

Jun kissed back. He barely registered when Collin returned. His only warning was Damian hauling him fully off the floor and carrying him away from the table.

Richard had just set some sort of bar on the floor. It was shaped like a capital I. Damian lowered Jun down over it

“Straddle it, pet, on your knees.”

Jun glared at his Alpha. This was not kissing. Or licking. Or breakfast.

“Now.” Damian brought his hand down, hard, on Jun’s ass.

Fine.

Jun settled on his knees. Damian wrapped cuffs around Jun’s ankles, hooking them to the cross beam behind him.

It wasn’t far apart, about the width Jun would naturally spread his legs if he were crawling.

Damian untied Jun’s arms and pushed him down on all fours.

In moments, his wrists were linked like his ankles to the opposite end.

Damian crouched down in front of Jun. “It seems you weren’t tame enough for the table, pet. I’m not mad.” He kissed Jun between the eyes. “But if you want my attention, I’ll give it to you.”

That sounded ominous.

Damian opened the box Collin had brought him. From somewhere to the left, Collin whimpered.

Jun stared at the device. It looked vaguely like a dildo though not quite the same.

“You don’t need to know what this is, pet. It will work whether or not you have a name for it.”

He stood up and went behind Jun, kneeling down. A bottle snicked open, and then Damian’s hand was on Jun’s ass.

Fuck .

Jun dropped his head, embarrassment rolling through him. He looked down beneath himself. His own red cock stared back at him. His balls hung between his thighs, still tightly tied and stretched away from his groin.

He just had to remember he was Damian’s creature, his beast, perhaps. Not a man for the moment. Or he would die of mortification.But now he was back to wanting to lick Damian all over. Especially his dick.