Page 20 of Damian & Jun, Episodes 9-12 (The Residency Boys #8)

Jun’s head moved up and down. He would be trying to absorb the unrelenting stimulation.

Damian forced himself to go on eating his eggs.

His boy was magnetic, skin glistening with sweat, hips swaying from side to side, muscles flexing, and abs rolling with each wave of overwhelm running through his nerves.

Go on, Damian, be strong.

His heart was in his throat. What if it was too much? What if Jun hated him after this?

No. He had to trust. What they had was strong. Jun was strong.

Beyond that, he had to trust himself. And his gut said this was right.

He looked up. Richard was watching him, not Jun, the faintest of smiles on his lips. Damian dropped his eyes, flushing.

Richard raised his mug in a silent toast.

Jun

He needed to come. Wanted to come. Wanted an actual cock inside him instead of rigid steel and electric toys.

Sweat ran down his arms. He didn’t know long he’d been there, locked to the beam on the floor.

Each minute more he was there, he cared less and less about being seen, about being on display.

It was becoming his default. There was no room for thoughts, for anything but struggling with the need fast becoming a beast in its own right inside him.

The first word fell from his lips without conscious thought. “Sir.”

“What was that, pet?”

Jun forced his head to turn by degrees. His vision was swimming, either from lust and need or the sweat and tears running down his face.

“Sir,” Jun gritted out. “Please.”

“Are you asking for émeric to fuck you, pet?” Damian’s voice was level and flat as if he were discussing the weather.

Jun nodded fiercely, wincing as the hook bit him.

“You may beg him directly.”

Jun blinked, trying to clear his eyes. He searched for émeric. The man was sitting on the arm of the couch.

“Please. Fuck. Me. Sir.” Jun’s chest heaved. “Please.”

émeric stood up and crossed the floor, standing above Jun. “I’m not sure you really want it, mon petit monstre.”

“Please,” Jun gritted out. “Please make it stop.”

“Damian?” émeric asked.

Damian approached. The buzzing stopped. Jun sobbed in relief. A moment later, the hook was untied from his collar. He fell forward on his forearms, his back trembling from being released. His face was so wet. He rubbed his face against his arms. Snot caught in his throat, and he coughed.

The hook left his ass. His hole spasmed, suddenly empty. He pushed back, offering up his ass.

“ Petit monstre ,” émeric said again. “I’m going to touch you now.”

Jun screamed through gritted teeth. “Please, for fuck’s sake, fuck me. Someone fuck me.”

He was empty, and it hurt. He’d been left alone, and he needed warmth.

Large hands, similar yet different from Damian’s, grasped his hips. “He’s too low.”

Jun whined. Hands moved around him, unhooking the cuffs from the I-beam.

“Up you go, petit monstre ,” émeric whispered in his ear.

Arms wrapped around him, lifting him from the floor.

Jun scrambled for purchase, but almost immediately, he was being set down on a hastily cleared coffee table.

A hand pressed down on his back, and he dropped to his elbows, chest to the cold surface beneath him.

Thumbs spread his hole.

Holy hell, émeric was about to fuck him. He’d somehow gone from only ever having secret sex with Damian to this.

émeric pushed forward, his thick heat spearing Jun’s hole.

Jun closed his eyes, tension flowing out of his limbs.

He was putty. He couldn’t hold himself up.

His thighs were weak, but it didn’t matter because émeric was holding him up by his hips, driving in and out of Jun’s insides.

He wallowed. Cock was better than hooks, better than vibes.

It was warm, more pliable than steel, and full.

It dragged over the best places and massaged the aching deep inside.

He wanted to come. He wanted to fly. He was begging, words mumbled into the tabletop. “Please, please.”

Fingers danced over Jun’s cock. He struggled up on his hands. “Alpha, please.”

“No.” Damian took his hand away.

“I’m going to explode, please. I need to.”

“No.”

Jun wailed. He was spinning, lost to the lust and the need and the ache and the burn.

Cum filled his hole. émeric pulled out, letting him fall to the tabletop, wrecked, still desperate. “Alpha, please.”

“Ask Richard.”

Jun blinked stupidly at Damian. Ask Richard? “To cum?”

Damian leaned forward. He stroked Jun’s cheek. “No. Ask him to fuck you. You interrupted his breakfast as well.”

Jun stared at his alpha in disbelief. He lifted his head slowly, looking the other direction. Richard was sitting right there, Collin curled up against him.

He blinked blearily and looked back to Damian.

Red was an option. He didn’t have to do this. But…

Rational thought was a distant memory. Tears ran down his face. “Kiss me, Alpha?”

Damian grabbed him, half dragging him off the table and into his lap.

He pressed a kiss to Jun’s mouth. Jun arched into him, shoving his tongue into his alpha’s mouth, mapping it, tasting him, until Damian forced him back and took his mouth just as thoroughly.

He pulled away only when they were both panting for air.

“Go on, beautiful,” Damian said.

Jun swallowed. He turned around on his hands and knees on the table. “Richard, sir, please.” He pressed his chest down on the table, presenting.

Richard stood. His pants were already open, and his cock was hard. Jun squeezed his eyes shut. His poor cock couldn’t take any more visual stimulation.

A soft cloth touched his buttocks, wiping up slick and cum. A moment later, hard cock sank into him. Jun shuddered. Every drag across his prostate was almost too much.

“You can do it.”

Jun opened his eyes. Collin was on his knees beside the coffee table. He lifted his hand and then, slowly, stroked his fingers through Jun’s damp hair. He pressed a kiss to Jun’s wrist. Jun grabbed Collin’s hand, squeezing it.

Richard fucked differently from émeric or Damian. He moved in steady motion, never stopping, never slowing down. Jun’s body was giving up on coming. There was a lull in his need. He took comfort from Collin’s touch, letting himself melt into the table under Richard’s strength.

Richard’s orgasm came as a surprise. He lowered Jun to the table slowly, then caressed Jun’s hip. “Beautiful, bright boy.”

Jun sighed, eyes half closed. He looked for Damian. Perhaps he could come now?

He heard a small “eep” from behind. Damian was picking him up, wrapping him in a blanket. There was water being held against his lips. He drank deeply, the room coming back into focus. He leaned against Damian.

“Alpha?”

“Yes.”

“Can I come now?”

“Not yet.” Damian and Richard made eye contact, then both of them looked to émeric. “Rest for a moment.”

Jun yawned.

Collin was hiding his face in Richard’s shoulder. Why ?

Damian helped Jun drink more water. By degrees, Jun felt stronger.

“Do you want to come, pet?” Damian asked.

Jun made a raw sound in his throat. “As if you’ll let me.”

Damian just kissed him. “Collin did not have permission to touch you when Richard was taking you. As punishment, Richard and émeric are going to offer him to you. If you want me to untie you, you will make Collin cum with your mouth.”

Jun lifted his head. Collin was peeking at him from behind his fingers.

“Want to come.” Getting his mouth on Collin was not a hardship either. The man reeked of sweetness.

émeric left and came back with things. Jun rested against Damian, half watching and drinking water as Richard and émeric tied Collin’s wrists to his ankles, leaving him splayed open on his back on a mat in the middle of the floor where Jun had been a while before.

Richard said something quietly and took Collin’s cage off.

Collin’s eyes widened for a moment, then closed.

A look of concentration filled his features.

Bottle of water finished, Jun slipped out of Damian’s lap and crawled across the carpet to Collin.

He rubbed his cheek against Collin’s thigh.

Lazy, sleepy want swirled inside his belly.

Collin was beautiful, his groin and crease waxed smooth.

He smelled clean and delicious, like the breakfast they had just eaten.

Jun dragged his tongue up the crease of Collin’s thigh.

It wasn’t enough. He buried his nose in Collin’s balls, licking at his taint and farther down to his hole.

Collin moaned.

“Oh, and Collin,” Richard said, “if you come, you’ll be our naked kitten in your ears and tail until everyone here has taken you.”

Collin gave a soft cry of protest.

Jun looked up at Collin through his spread thighs. The other submissive's eyes were wide, his cheeks pink. Jun licked a strip up from Collin’s taint to his balls.

“Sorry.” He dove down on Collin’s cock, slurping it up into his mouth. Collin was just going to have to take whatever was coming for him.

He’d never truly understood the term eating out before that moment.

Collin was a dish spread for his consumption, and he was wasting none of it.

He sucked his penis until it was stiff, then mouthed his way down to his hole, spearing Collin’s opening with his tongue, wiggling it as deep as he could.

He bit gently around his ass and rubbed his face against Collin’s thighs.

He licked his balls and sucked them carefully into his mouth one at a time.

Collin’s skin became drenched in saliva and pink from abuse.

He gave little, pitiful sounds and gasps, tugging at his wrists, which only lifted his rear higher for Jun to feast.

Damian’s hands ghosted over Jun’s ass and down to his dick, starting to untie Jun’s cock.

Blood started to flow in places it had not for more than an hour.

Dizziness washed through him. He squeezed his eyes shut, increasing the fervor of his ministrations on Collin.

He was so close. Jun could feel it. He nipped his way back down to Collin’s hole and stabbed it with his tongue.

Collin’s body jerked. Jun raised his head.

Collin’s cock twitched against his stomach, painting his torso with cum. Jun’s tongue came out, licking his lips. But he never got the chance to taste. Damian hauled him back, grasping Jun’s newly freed cock in a lube-slicked hand.

Jun roared. He bucked up into Damian’s grip.

Damian’s arms wrapped around Jun’s chest, holding him upright against his body.

He fisted Jun, moving fast. Jun writhed.

He was almost there, the thing he had been wanting, but he’d been almost there for so long.

He couldn’t reach that place of completion.

Damian growled in frustration. He lifted Jun’s hips and pushed him back onto his cock. Damian’s dick slid over Jun’s prostate.

Jun lost any illusion of choice. Lost his vision, lost his sense of time, location, or date. There was nothing but white light and static in his ears. His body was wracked with jerks and tremors.

The last thing he knew, he was sliding down Damian’s thighs, every muscle lax.

He woke in the cave. There were vague memories floating in the back of his thoughts of being wiped down, of drinking water, and of being carried.

He felt every minute of the morning like he’d been at dance practice for hours, if the other dancers were the kind that bit their partners.

There was a warm body cradled next to him. He had an arm around the person.

He breathed in. Collin . Only Collin smelled like that. Like sunshine. They both smelled like sex.

He opened his eyes. Collin was curledup into his side.

There was a blanket over them. On Collin’s head were a pair of kitten ears on a headband that almost disappeared into his hair.

Jun rolled onto his side, pulling the other submissive in against his chest. Collin’s eyes fluttered open.

He smiled drowsily and rubbed his cheek against Jun’s arms before closing his eyes again, his breathing evening back out.

Artemis mewed. She jumped down from a niche she had been hiding in overhead and curled up on the blankets.

Evidently, he wasn’t going anywhere.

Damian leaned in the entrance a while later. He had a bottle with a straw and held it to Jun’s mouth. “Drink.”

Jun sucked on the straw. It tasted like electrolyte replacement. He yawned. “What time is it?”

“Around two. You slept a while.”

Jun yawned again. “Still sleepy.”

“Rest.” Damian ruffled his hair.

“Okay. Are we, um…still playing?”

“We’re in aftercare.” Damian knelt down. “We played hard. So we take care of ourselves hard.”

That made sense. “You okay?”

“I’m better than okay.” Damian smiled, soft and content. “I wasn’t as sleepy as you, so when I wanted to get up, Collin asked to cuddle you.”

Jun squeezed Collin to him. “It’s okay.”

“Collin is Kitten right now. You have permission to call him that. When he’s wearing his ears and tail, he’s not supposed to speak.”

“His punishment.” Jun woke up a little from his pleasant haze.

Damian smiled. “Funishment this time. Richard already took care of the first part while you were passed out.”

Jun curled up protectively around Collin. “Does this mean I have to fuck him?”

“Only if you consent,” Damian said firmly.

Jun sniffed at Collin’s hair. “But does he?”

“He has his safe word, and yes, he consented. You can ask him yourself. He’s allowed to speak for those kinds of conversations.”

“Okay.” Jun yawned again.

There was a gentle knock at the door. Richard came in, his phone to his ear, followed by émeric. “Damian, Jun, Ellisandre is on the phone.”

Damian frowned. He took Richard’s phone. “They have our numbers.” He put the call on speaker.

“I’m not calling from my phone,” Ellisandre said. “Listen, tomorrow morning, at eight, leave your back entrance open. I’ll be there—with friends.”

The way they said friends made Jun’s ears perk up. That sounded like both more and less than just friends.

“More than friends.” A barely accented voice came from Ellisandre’s end of the call. Jun’s eyes widened as the hair on his arms rose.

Ellisandre cursed softly. “Richard, just make sure security is standing down.” They cut the call.

Jun swallowed. “That was him. That was the man at the resort with the pale hair. The one who got me out. He works for someone worse than Bak.”