Page 23 of Inhuman Natures #1

Rake picked up the rope, enjoying the weight of it in his hands. He had been thinking all day at work about how he wanted to tie Shaun, but it was only at that moment he made his final decision.

“I’m going to tie your arms,” Rake said, going and standing behind Shaun.

Rake traced a couple of fingers down Shaun’s arms, tapping where he’d put the anchor points to pull his elbows together, making sure that Shaun understood.

“It’s a pretty restrictive tie. I’m also going to add another rope to connect to that which’ll go around your neck.

Not too tight, but enough that there’ll be some pressure.

I think you’ll like it. It’ll give us full access to your front.

” Rake ran a hand over Shaun’s chest and down towards his cock, giving it a few strokes to demonstrate.

As Rake did so, he realised there was only one thing wrong with the picture so far. Shaun wasn’t hard, not even a bit. Panic rose, and Rake’s mind raced with reasons as to why Shaun wasn’t into what they were doing.

Shaun looked down at himself, then back up to Rake. “The blood I took from you this morning helped to replenish me, but not enough that I can…” He gestured down to his flaccid cock.

Rake tilted his head. “Then you’ll need some more to enjoy this.”

Shaun’s eyebrows lifted in surprise. Clearly, Lawrence had never cared enough for Shaun’s pleasure that he would consider the small matter of being hard an ideal component for sex.

Rake had never wanted to hurt someone so much in his life as he wanted to hurt Lawrence for neglecting Shaun like that.

“DJ,” Rake said. “Come let Shaun drink from you.”

DJ shuffled forwards on his knees, craning his neck. “Bite me, baby,” he said in a terrible American accent. For the life of him, Rake didn’t know why DJ had said it like that. So much of what DJ did confounded him on a daily basis.

Rake wouldn’t have it any other way.

Shaun bent over and bit into DJ’s neck. If Rake hadn’t known that Shaun was feeding from DJ, he would have assumed they were simply embracing.

DJ’s mouth fell open as Shaun fed. The tiniest drop of blood slipped down the line of DJ’s collarbone, Rake’s eyes following the droplet as it cascaded down his chest.

Shaun got onto his knees, tracing his tongue up DJ’s body to catch the fallen blood. Shaun licked all the way along his skin, ending where he’d bitten him right below his collar, lapping at the tiny incisions.

Watching it shouldn’t have turned Rake on as much as it did. But, as Shaun’s tongue slid into DJ’s mouth, the thought of DJ tasting his own blood on Shaun’s lips had Rake needing to get involved.

He twisted a hand in Shaun’s hair, pulling his head back and leaning down to steal a taste for himself. It was intoxicating, a faint metallic hint betraying what Shaun had been doing only seconds beforehand.

DJ made an impatient noise, drawing Rake’s attention.

“You being needy, sweetheart?” Rake asked.

“I am, Sir,” DJ said.

“How are you feeling after that bite?”

DJ looked pointedly down at his cock, long and thick and hard and ready, the ring at its base doing its job. “Pretty good, Sir,” he said, grinning wide.

Rake pulled Shaun to his feet before reaching down and stroking his cock. As Shaun leaned back against him, Rake kept his gaze locked on DJ. When Shaun’s cock swelled under Rake’s touch, DJ didn’t seem to know where to look, his eyes meeting Rake’s before staring at Shaun’s dick with intent.

“Change of plans,” Rake said. “DJ, you’re going to suck him off while I tie his arms back. Don’t you dare make him come yet.”

“Fuck yeah,” DJ said.

“Language.”

“Sorry, Sir. I just can’t wait to get his cock in my mouth.”

“Understandable, but I’m still punishing you for it later.”

DJ walked forward on his knees and Rake picked up the rope again. As Rake moved behind Shaun, directing his arms to where he wanted, DJ leaned over to take Shaun’s cock in his mouth.

At times, Rake found himself distracted from his task as DJ sucked the tip of Shaun’s cock. It was fun to watch DJ struggle without use of his hands to aid him in his task. The frustration on his face when he dropped Shaun’s cock out of his mouth for the second time had Rake smirking to himself.

Shaun’s reactions to every added loop and cross Rake made with the rope were a wonder to behold.

He would shift ever so slightly, a bit like the hitch in his breath DJ would get at the same action.

Shaun always moved towards Rake, silently telling him he wanted more.

When Rake peeked at Shaun’s face, his expression was that of serenity; his head tilted back, mouth parted, his eyes fluttering closed every time Rake’s fingers ghosted over his skin.

A benefit of Shaun’s undead nature was that Rake didn’t have to be concerned with avoiding breathplay.

He looped one shorter-length rope around Shaun’s neck, creating a makeshift collar before connecting the end to the top of the column tie around Shaun’s arms. It was loose enough for Shaun to dip his head a little, but it restricted his overall movement.

Rake walked around, viewing his handiwork.

DJ was still on his knees driving Shaun to the edge, Shaun able to do nothing but cant his hips forward to get deeper into DJ’s mouth.

Rake spread a hand on Shaun’s exposed chest, his other on DJ’s head.

When Rake flicked one of Shaun’s nipples, he got the dual pleasure of hearing Shaun’s moan and the responding gag from DJ as Shaun bucked forward.

“Oh,” Shaun said, sounding breathless. “That’s so nice.”

DJ replied, but with Shaun’s cock so deep in his mouth, his words were undecipherable.

“Sure, sweetheart,” Rake said anyway, tugging on DJ’s hair to stop him from making Shaun come too soon.

Normally, Rake wouldn’t put any pressure on DJ’s arms when tied.

But Shaun didn’t have circulation concerns, so he pushed Shaun backwards onto the mattress so that he lay on his bound arms. It would be the easiest way for himself and DJ to have easy access to all the parts of Shaun’s body he intended for them to explore.

“Is that too uncomfortable?” Rake asked Shaun.

Shaun shuffled on the bed, testing the position out. “It’s fine, Sir.”

“Let me know if it puts too much strain on your shoulders, okay?”

“I will, Sir.”

Rake removed the cuffs from DJ. If they were going to give Shaun the best experience, he wanted them both to do everything they could .

“It’s my turn to get a taste of you, sweetheart,” Rake said. “Deej, jerk yourself off for us.”

Rake’s command had barely left his mouth before DJ was fisting his cock.

Rake leaned down and took Shaun’s taut balls into his mouth, sucking one and then the other, until Shaun was writhing on the bed.

Rake moved to Shaun’s cock, revelling in the feel of silken skin on his tongue as he licked up his shaft.

Shaun whined, trying in vain to move his hips, but Rake put one hand down to keep him in place.

Knowing that Shaun could overpower him without trying and instead chose to submit to Rake’s physical command was exhilarating. He rewarded Shaun’s patience by swallowing his cock down to the root, making sure his tongue worked the underside of Shaun’s dick.

“Rake, Sir, please,” Shaun gasped.

He pulled off with a lewd pop. “You all right, sweetheart?”

“I’m going to come if you keep doing that.”

Rake smiled. “Not yet, you’re not. You don’t have permission.”

“Sir!”

“Just see what’ll happen if you come without permission, Shaun.” Rake descended on Shaun’s cock once more, a wonderfully strained cry escaping his lips.

DJ’s hand had slowed on his dick, most likely to stop him from coming even with the cock ring on. “Please can I torture him a bit more too, Sir?” he asked.

“What a wonderful idea,” Rake said.

DJ knelt back down, and they licked up and down Shaun’s shaft together, tongues tangling as their mouths met around the head.

They’d never done this before, and Rake was putting it on his mental to-do-again list. The combination of Shaun’s natural taste and DJ’s hot mouth had Rake straining in his boxers.

He stood, leaving DJ to suck Shaun alone as he undressed.

“Shaun, sweetheart, would you prefer I fuck you before or after you come?” Rake asked.

Shaun whimpered and spurted cum all over DJ’s hands and face.

“Well,” DJ said. “That answers that question.”

“Oh, god,” Shaun said. “Untie my arms right now so I can cover my face.”

Rake knelt on the bed over Shaun, hands at the ready. “That’s not your safe word. Are you red?”

“No, I’m just being dramatic,” Shaun said, a satiated smile turning up the corners of his lips.

Rake leaned over and kissed him. “Despite the hilariously perfect timing of that, you still came without permission.”

Given Shaun’s lack of a need to breathe, Rake wasn’t apprehensive about putting his hand around Shaun’s neck, squeezing softly. His hand and the rope were poor substitutes for what he wanted to be there instead. But, it would have to do for now.

“I’d normally punish DJ for this kind of infraction.” Rake let the statement hang there, allowing Shaun to process what he was saying.

“What kind of punishment?” Shaun asked, throat flexing under Rake’s hand.

“The fun kind!” DJ said between licks of his cum-covered fingers .

“And only if you consent to it, Shaun,” Rake added.

Shaun wriggled on the bed in a way that made Rake’s dick twitch. “Can you tell me what it is first?” Shaun asked. “And if I don’t like it, I won’t have to do it, will I?”

Rake ran a hand through Shaun’s hair, mussing up the ginger curls. “There’s always a difference between things you don’t want to do because they’re hard limits, and things you don’t favour, but you’ll do for your Dom to please them. I won’t ask you to do anything like that yet, though.”