Page 19 of Damian & Jun, Episodes 9-12 (The Residency Boys #8)

Damian pressed the dildo-like thing against his hole.

There was no way to keep it out. It was slick with lube, and he was still somewhat wet from earlier between Damian’s cum and the last of the lube.

It slid in deep. Jun rocked forward, eyes closing.

A low moan sounded through his chest and up his throat. That actually felt good.

Damian pushed hard a few more times, moving Jun back and forth. The end of the object had some sort of wide handle. It wasn’t going any deeper.

It started to buzz.

Jun froze. There was no mistake. Whatever Damian had just slotted deep into his body was vibrating away.

Jun shook his head. He tugged at the cuffs. He couldn’t close his legs, couldn’t get away from what was inside him. He tried to lower his ass. Damian slapped it.

“Would a suggestion be too forward?” émeric asked.

“Suggest away.”

“A hook will keep him in place. If he’s as wild as you say?”

“Do you have one I could borrow?” Damian stroked the back of Jun’s thigh.

What the hell was a hook?

émeric left the room and returned with an actual metal hook and rope. There was a ball on the lower curved end.

Jun’s eyes widened. He tugged on the cuffs holding him to the bar. Damian straddled him, pinning him in place. Fuck! émeric was definitely the sadist.

“Hush, wolfling.” He pulled the buzzing thing out Jun’s ass. Then the cold steel ball was pushing into his hole.

Why the hook was causing more disturbance than the vibe, he couldn’t say. But he was going to feel what he wanted about it and make them deal with it.

He screamed, arching his back. It was frightening and cold and absolutely not what he’d asked for.

Damian grabbed Jun's balls. “Scream all you like, wolfling. It’s going in unless you safe word.

“Fuck you!”

“Pretty sure you’re the one getting fucked,” Damian retorted. He pushed more of the hook into Jun’s ass.

Humiliation burned in Jun’s cheeks. No, not just his cheeks. He was flushing down his neck and to his chest.

“Boy looks good on a hook, Damian,” Richard said.

Jun whimpered. Why was there so much of the hook? It was still sliding into him. He tried to move his legs, to crawl forward away from being fucking hooked .

Damian pinned Jun’s waist with his legs. “Almost in, pet. There you go. You’ll live.”

Jun snarled.

Damian tugged on the steel, making him feel every inch of it. It pulled up on his ass from the inside and the out. Damian messed with it, running rope up to Jun’s collar. There must have been a ring on the back of it because he felt pressure.

Jun humped his back, still trying to escape, trying to make the rope longer.

Damian tugged on Jun’s balls. “Arch, pet. Lift up your head and your ass. I don’t want this falling out of you.”

Jun yelped. That had not been a nice tug. He arched. The rope shortened between the hook and his collar. He tried to move back to his previous posture. It was impossible. Trying to straighten his spine tugged on the hook inside him. There was no give except for his hole getting tugged.

He subsided, staying in position. Damian touched his hole, sliding something plastic and small in alongside the hook. Jun tossed his head, but even that moved the hook.

“This is just lube. You want this pet. Be good.”

Jun growled. He tugged at his cuffs on both his ankles and wrists. Damian pulled whatever he had been using out, and then something else was pushing in alongside the hook.

The damned buzzing thing.

Jun tried to drop his head. He couldn’t. The hook wouldn’t let him. He had to keep his head up. And émeric was right there, sitting on the couch, watching.

Frustrated, humiliated tears ran down Jun’s face.

Damian did something. The buzzing came back. And this time, it was twice as buzzy, the vibrations traveling through the steel hook.

Jun moaned.

Damian let go, coming around and kneeling down in front of Jun. He used a tissue to dry Jun’s face. “There you are, pet.”

Jun whined. He tried to nuzzle Damian’s hand.

“You didn’t want to behave for breakfast. So you can stay there and be the center of attention.”

Jun whimpered. It was hard. Humiliating. And the strongest turn-on of his life.Somehow, being tied up this time was nothing like the last time. Probably because Damian had earned this.

Damian stroked Jun’s face and throat, scratching his fingernails over Jun’s scalp. “The vibe is going to make you incredibly horny. In a few minutes, you’re going to be desperate to come. The only way you’re coming is on a cock.”

More tears ran down Jun’s face. He nuzzled Damian’s hands. He wasn’t muzzled, but words felt impossible. He was Damian’s creature. Words were one of the things he didn’t need. They felt out of place in this realm of sensations and base urges.

Damian reached under Jun and fondled his genitals.

“Since you interrupted the breakfast émeric cooked,you can apologize to him by taking his cock. I’m sure you can find a way to beg for it when you’re desperate enough.”

He was not doing that. He was not going to beg the scary sadist to fuck him. The fucking sadist who just happened to have a damned hook handy!

Except that he probably was. The vibe was already driving him crazy, and his cock was hard and full and throbbing inside the ropes.

Damian cupped Jun’s face between his palms. “Do you need to safe word?”

Jun shook his head. More tears ran down his face. He’d never had thought he would be weepy. He never cried. Except, it seemed, when Damian caught him and made him submit. Though this didn’t even feel like crying, just his face getting wet.

“You’re crying a lot, Jun.” Damian kissed his temple and ran his hands through Jun’s hair. “I won’t be upset if you need to use your safe word.”

“No—no safe word. I…don’t know…why…so…” Jun choked out words one at a time. He really didn’t want to talk, but it seemed like Damian was worried. “…embarrassing.”

More tears fell. Why did they feel so good?

“You’re so beautiful,” Damian murmured. “Suffering for me. On display. I love showing off my prey like this for everyone to see. Show them what I caught.” He ran his hands over Jun’s body, dragging his palm over Jun’s sex again. Jun trembled, eyes fixed on Damian’s.

Pride. That was what was in Damian’s gaze. Bloody fucking pride. He looked like he was on the top of the world. Something light and bright floated up in Jun’s chest as if he’d won a boon.He felt so beautiful right now.

Damian “Fully bare, pet. Naked for me. Magnificent. Defenseless. Obscene.” He stroked Jun’s cock some more as he said the last word. “Like a work of art.”

Jun sobbed. His cock throbbed and twitched even in the ropes. “Don’t feel human.”

“Not at this moment.” Damian kissed Jun between the eyes. “Be obscene, Jun. Give in. Be the animal. Show me.”

Jun whined in the back of his throat. The vibe was relentless. He arched his back, the sensation rolling him through him in waves. The end of his cock felt suddenly wet. He tried to crane his head around.

Damian looked for him. He grinned, reaching out and touching a finger to Jun’s slit. “You’re leaking, pet.”

Jun growled. He tossed his head. The hook in his ass tugged. Not good. Not good. Had to be still. He trembled, looking back at Damian.

“You’re my world, pet.” Damian pressed kisses to Jun’s shoulders. “One more time, do you need to stop? If you say no, I’m going to stand up and go back to my breakfast and you’re going to stay here, on display, leaking and aching until you’re ready to beg émeric to fuck you.”

Jun’s face burned. He stared back at Damian.

This…this was so much more than he’d imagined.

Heaven and hell wrapped in one. He couldn’t have done it except that Damian was looking at him with admiration, affection burning through everything as if he were embracing Jun’s whole being.

Damian slid the safety ball into Jun’s hand.

Damian

Damian held his breath, waiting for his beautiful man’s answer.

He’d thrown so much at Jun, and his wolfling had taken it all, bratting and demanding more each step of the way, meeting him urge by urge.

The tears were a sign, but Jun was smiling through them.

They reminded him of cathartic releases he’d had himself under Richard’s hand.

If anyone needed permission to weep and let go, it was Jun.

Jun who had barely cried since being whisked out of South Korea.

Jun who had been with the kids each step of the way.

Jun who had been baring his soul in music, not knowing if the world would hate him or love him.

He wasn’t going to take Jun’s catharsis away from him just because he was worried. He wasn’t going to protect himself as a dom so much that he didn’t dare go where Jun needed to go.

Jun turned his head carefully, licking Damian’s palm. “Green, Alpha.”

Damian’s heart soared.

“Beautiful, pet.” Damian kissed him again. Jun deserved all the kisses. Even when he was bratting and biting and making Damian pull out more rope than he’d expected to use so early on in their play.

He stood, giving Jun one more stroke from shoulder to hip. He touched the hook and dragged his finger down Jun’s cock, catching another drop of precum oozing out of Jun’s trapped sex. Bringing his finger to his mouth, he licked the taste of Jun up, savoring it, making sure Jun saw him.

It was hard to step away, to leave his boy to shiver and moan. But it had to be done. He moved back to the couch, picking up his plate. Jun turned his head, watching from the edge of his eyes. Damian pretended to ignore him, scooping up the last of his scrambled eggs with his fork.

Collin was in Richard’s lap, sitting sideways, a ball of limbs pressed against his master’s chest. His eyes were fixed on Jun, and sympathy tears glittered on his eyelashes.

Damian drank coffee.