Page 12 of Inhuman Natures #1

DJ

DJ sauntered over to Shaun, leaving Rake to handle Lawrence.

“Hey, you,” DJ said.

Shaun brightened at the greeting, though when he responded, his voice was timid. “Hi.”

“I have something to ask you,” DJ said.

“Yes?” Shaun’s whole body leaned towards DJ, leaving little space between them.

“Would you like to scene with me and Rake? You can say no, but we’d love it and you’re really cute and I think we’d have fun and I’m pretty sure you’d like it too and—”

Before DJ could reel off yet another reason why they wanted to play with him, Shaun somehow managed to nod and shake his head at the same time. “I would. But my Master…” Shaun trailed off, eyes darting over to where Lawrence and Rake stood.

DJ considered saying all sorts of things about how Shaun’s so-called Master wasn’t fit to wipe the shit from his shoes, let alone dictate Shaun’s actions, but he shrugged instead. “Just you. Not him. Rake can be quite convincing when he wants to be.”

Shaun cocked his head in an oddly animalistic way, like when Bernie was trying to understand one of DJ’s dad’s commands.

DJ was about to ask how the hell Shaun thought he might hear the other conversation, but shock spread over Shaun’s features. “He said yes,” Shaun said.

“Indeed,” Lawrence said, appearing next to them. “You’ve been requested, pet.”

Shaun dipped his head, taking a small step away from DJ. “Yes, Master.”

“Are you all right with that, Shaun?” Rake asked, coming up alongside them. “We can use one of the private rooms.”

“Is that necessary?” Lawrence’s words were more statement than question.

“Yes,” Rake said, not elaborating on his point. “So, Shaun, how does that sound?”

Shaun nodded so enthusiastically that his ginger hair bounced all around his face. “Yes, Sir.”

DJ shot Rake his best blinding smile. “Did you hear that? Yes, Sir .”

“Shall we check for a free room?” Rake said congenially to Lawrence.

For a split second, it looked like Lawrence might change his mind, but he spread an arm out. “Lead the way.”

A quick exchange later—in which Lawrence was annoyingly helpful for booking one of the rooms on such short notice—and the four of them stood in a private area which they’d secured for the next hour.

It had no bed, but was instead a large open space with rungs bolted into the ceiling and floor and walls for different rigging setups.

Chairs lined one wall, along with a large sofa on another.

The room was more function over style, but that suited them well—a blank canvas for Rake to sketch whatever scene he desired.

“What are your hard limits?” Rake asked Shaun.

“He doesn’t have any,” Lawrence said, waving a dismissive hand. He deposited himself on the sofa, sitting in the middle and stretching his arms out over the back of it in an obnoxious manner. DJ hid his scowl at the comment, lest Lawrence see and decide to call the whole thing off.

“Everyone has limits,” Rake said, with more patience than DJ would have in his position. “Shaun?”

“Uh.” Shaun glanced nervously at Lawrence. “Bloodplay.”

Lawrence chuckled, though DJ didn’t understand what was funny. Shaun looked unsettled, so he wondered if Lawrence favoured the act despite the limit. The notion made him queasy.

“I suppose that’s for the best,” Lawrence said. Rake lifted an eyebrow in question, but Lawrence settled himself further into the sofa and didn’t say another word.

“Well, DJ and I have a few more limits than that, Shaun,” Rake said. “The scene won’t go near any of them for obvious reasons, but I can list them all if you’d feel more comfortable with that.”

Shaun shook his head. “It’s fine. I trust you.”

DJ didn’t miss how the statement made Rake stand up taller. “Thank you, Shaun. I won’t break that trust.”

Shaun smiled tremulously.

“By the way, if he’s sucking cock, you ought to put a ring gag on him,” Lawrence remarked .

Rake scowled at the interruption. “I think we’ll be all right.”

“He bites,” Lawrence said with a titter.

DJ put his hands on Shaun’s shoulders from where he stood behind him. Shaun all but melted into his touch, leaning back and resting his head on his chest. Shaun fit perfectly against him, and DJ pressed his face into Shaun’s soft, coconut-scented hair.

“Sir, I promise I won’t bite you,” Shaun said to Rake, so solemnly that DJ couldn’t tell if he was placating his Master or making a genuine vow.

“Of course you won’t, sweetheart,” Rake assured Shaun.

“ Sweetheart ?” DJ mouthed.

Rake furrowed his brow. He couldn’t have realised he’d used his preferred pet name for DJ for Shaun as well.

DJ shook his head minutely and told Rake to continue, more than happy to share the moniker.

It felt nice for Shaun to be included in such a way.

Given how Lawrence treated him, DJ doubted Shaun got much in terms of affection.

“Given it’s our first scene together, I should go over everything we’re going to do so that you have a chance now to say if you don’t want to do anything,” Rake said.

“I’ll be fine, honestly. I promise to speak up if there’s anything I don’t like,” Shaun said.

DJ was thrumming with anticipation by that point, and he could tell that Rake was as eager to get started.

It was evident in how Rake’s eyes had darkened, how his chest rose and fell just that bit faster than usual, and how he flexed his long fingers when he spoke, as if they wanted to grab hold of something that lay out of reach .

DJ let out a deep breath, trying to contain himself.

“Safe word?” Rake asked Shaun.

“Red,” Shaun said with a small smile.

DJ waggled his eyebrows at Rake. “Mine is also red. In case you’d forgotten.”

Rake’s unamused expression told DJ he’d pay for not taking the scene seriously enough. It made DJ want to rile him up even more.

“Undress one another while I get set up,” Rake said as he moved towards the supplies for general use that were stored against the back wall. Rake had also brought a rucksack full of stuff he hadn’t allowed DJ to see before they’d left, so he had no idea what was in store for them.

DJ slid his hand down the front of Shaun’s button-up. He intended to unwrap Shaun like a present.

Shaun craned his head round towards DJ. “You can take it off,” he said.

DJ undid each button of Shaun’s shirt, savouring the slow reveal of his bare torso. After he slid it off his shoulders, DJ placed the shirt over the arm of the sofa, avoiding looking towards Lawrence. The red collar around Shaun’s neck stood out. DJ’s fingers itched to remove it, too.

Shaun boldly placed both hands on the hem of DJ’s t-shirt, eyes searching for approval before lifting it up. Shaun couldn’t easily get it over DJ’s head—even on his tiptoes, which DJ found adorable—so he reached up and finished pulling the shirt off himself.

DJ tried to ignore the weight of Lawrence’s eyes on him. Shaun’s hungry look made it easier as he raked his gaze over DJ’s chest. DJ reached out and undid the button and fly of Shaun’s skinny jeans, wanting to get to the goods as soon as possible.

Shaun didn’t have any underwear on, so his cock sprang free.

DJ fell into temptation and gave it a few strokes before Shaun could fully rid himself of his jeans, shoes, and socks.

Shaun’s cock wasn’t as tiny as the rest of him, but it was still proportionate to his size.

It would fit well in DJ’s mouth, and he licked his lips at the thought.

Shaun was bare of any hair, smooth all over. Such a contrast between Rake’s furry chest and manscaped pubes, or DJ’s own hairy body. He’d never been overly into the Ken doll look before, but it worked for Shaun.

“You now,” Shaun said, grabbing at DJ’s jeans.

He let Shaun undress him, watching as Shaun drank in the sight of DJ’s tight briefs, tented by his growing erection.

Shaun might have seen DJ’s cock the previous time they’d been at the club, but DJ wasn’t too modest to admit that seeing it up close would be a different experience.

Shaun’s eyes bugged out when he took in DJ’s size. “Oh,” he said, almost reverently.

DJ let out a soft laugh. “That’s not how most people react.”

Most people, in fact, took one glance at DJ’s dick and proclaimed it would never fit.

Whilst he’d previously had penetrative sex with several women, he’d only topped one guy before, and it had involved a lot of prep.

Rake had little interest in bottoming, but the way Shaun fixated on DJ’s cock had his mind conjuring up all sorts of possibilities.

Shaun crouched down, and when he looked up at DJ from under his lashes, DJ bit his lip to stifle a groan. Shaun resumed pulling the rest of DJ’s clothes off until they both stood naked in front of each other.

“No more touching,” Rake said as he walked back over to them. A few lengths of hemp rope were slung over one of his shoulders, and he carried a chair that had been leaning against the wall.

“Are you going to give me a lap dance?” DJ asked.

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.