Page 29 of Inhuman Nature

Rake raised a brow. “Keep digging that hole, Deej. Just see what happens.”

“Fine,” DJ said. “I volunteer Shaun to be the one dancing.” He reached out and lightly pinched Shaun’s side, snickering at the squeak he let out. “I bet the boy’s got moves.”

“I can’t dance!” Shaun protested, swiping at DJ’s wandering hand.

“Nobody’s dancing,” Rake said. “Sit in the chair, DJ.”

DJ shimmied over to it. The muffled giggle from Shaun pleased him. As much as DJ loved scenes where he got deep into subspace, sometimes he just wanted to have fun with kink. Showing Shaun the lighter side of submission wouldn’t be a bad thing.

Rake knew what DJ was up to. He played at being annoyed, but he had a glint of humour in his eyes. DJ sat himself down in the chair like it was his throne, spreading his legs to show off his considerable asset.

“Hands behind the back of the chair,” Rake said.

DJ obeyed, a thrill going through him as Rake walked out of sight behind him. Rake took a painstaking amount of time to tie DJ’s wrists together and then to the chair, before securing his ankles for good measure.

Throughout Rake’s work, DJ kept his gaze locked on Shaun. His eyes were darker than normal. At one point, DJwould have sworn they flashed with an unnatural light, but Rake gripped DJ’s chin and turned his face towards him before he could peer closer.

Rake took DJ’s lips in a bruising kiss, plunging his tongue into his mouth. DJ gave himself over to Rake, his head spinning with the overt display of dominance. DJ’s entire body heated up as he thought about Shaun watching them.

Rake finished with a quick peck to DJ’s lips before turning to Shaun in one smooth movement. “Come here, sweetheart.”

Shaun stood in front of them faster than DJ had expected. DJ jolted in his seat, his hands and feet pulling against the bonds. As expected, the ropes stayed secure.

After being directed to by Rake, Shaun sat atop DJ, his weight barely registering as he straddled DJ’s lap. Rake made sure a bit of space lay between the two of them, and then pulled Shaun’s arms over and around DJ, close to his biceps.

After a minute of fiddling with the other lengths of rope, Rake stood up straight. “How does that feel, Shaun?” he asked.

“I can’t get free, Sir,” Shaun confirmed.

“I asked how it felt, not if you could free yourself,” Rake said gently. “Are the ropes too tight?”

“No, Sir.”

DJ looked back over his shoulder to see that Shaun’s hands were tied separately to each edge of the frame, keeping him in place on DJ’s lap. DJ thrust his hips up, rubbing his cock against Shaun’s. He’d been hoping to keep quiet about it, but Shaun’s small whimper gave the game away.

“Not yet,” Rake warned.

“Sorry, Sir,” DJ and Shaun said in unison. DJ smirked at Shaun, whose eyes lit up with delight.

“You’ll both beverysorry in a second,” Rake said, going over and bringing something else out of his bag.

DJ threw his head back on the chair and let out a huff of laughter when he saw what Rake had in his hands. Not one, but two sets of nipple clamps.

“I promised you a predicament, didn’t I?” Rake asked, a self-satisfied smile on his face.

“You did indeed, Sir.”

Rake played with each of DJ’s nipples, flicking and twisting and teasing, getting them ready for the pinch. DJ groaned as Rake put them in place, but then got to enjoy Shaun’s little gasps when Rake gave him the same treatment—attaching the other pair of clamps to his pink nipples after rubbing them to hardness.

The next step in the process had a smile really stretching Rake’s lips. He fixed a small, thin length of rope to one of DJ’s clamps, then looped it through the D ring at the front of Shaun’s collar, before attaching the free end of the rope to DJ’s other nipple. Rake did the same to Shaun, attaching him to DJ’s purple collar.

When Shaun attempted to move even the slightest of distances away from DJ, it led to DJ’s clamps tugging in a perfectly painful way. He’d been hard already, but DJ’s cock grew harder when Rake brandished a crop, holding it up to show it off to the both of them.

“You’re allowed to rub up on each other as much as you want,” Rake said as he trailed the crop over Shaun’s exposed back. “But no coming without permission. I’m going to see how much I can make you squirm. How does that sound?”

The check-in was casual, but necessary. “Very good, Sir,”DJ said. He sent Shaun an encouraging smile, wanting him to know that he could back out at any point.

Shaun, for his part, wriggled in anticipation. “I’m ready, Sir,” he said.