Page 7 of Inhuman Natures #1
DJ bounced on the balls of his feet as Rake opened a locker to put their clothing away. He hung up his items on the provided hangers and stepped back before DJ chucked his clothing in.
“Not folding your clothes?” Rake asked, giving DJ an unamused look.
DJ peered into the locker with a frown, as if he didn’t recall what he’d just done. “You didn’t tell me to keep them neat, Sir.”
Rake exhaled through his nose. “When we get home, I’m going to make you fold every single piece of clothing you have waiting to be put away.”
“God, you really are a sadist.”
“Mm-hmm. You’ll be appreciating my sadism soon.”
“Promise, Sir?” DJ asked, grinning.
“Promise.” Rake drew him into a deep kiss, not breaking them apart until he felt breathless. “Ready, sweetheart?” he asked.
DJ nodded. Rake led him back out to the main room.
He enjoyed how DJ’s eyes darted to every piece of equipment, no doubt wondering where they would stop.
Whilst they negotiated all scenes to a certain extent, it was the general acts they discussed, not the specifics.
All DJ knew was that the scene would have some form of restraint, involve full nudity, mild pain play and edging. Only Rake knew the details beyond that.
As they walked past a couple of women using the spanking bench, Rake caught a flash of ginger hair over near the entrance.
He homed in on Shaun, who sat alone at the bar.
Shaun looked right back at him, shooting a small smile in his direction.
So innocent in a room filled with grunts and the slap of flesh hitting flesh.
Rake managed a smile for Shaun when he saw that Lawrence was nowhere in sight. Shaun still had his collar on, however. It made Rake fume. No sub should wear the collar of a man who didn’t deserve the honour.
“Shaun,” DJ said under his breath .
“He looks like he’s alone tonight,” Rake said.
Mischief glinted in DJ’s eyes. “Thank fuck, Sir.”
Rake sighed. “Just for that, you’re going to suffer even more for me.” He paused. “Not too much, though, because I agree with your sentiment.”
“Worth it.”
They arrived at their destination: the St. Andrew’s Cross. It stood on a short platform that would leave DJ exposed. Shaun would get a clear view from the bar. Rake couldn’t have planned it more perfectly if he’d tried.
“Back to the cross, DJ,” he instructed.
DJ dutifully got into position, his chest rising and falling as he took deep, steady breaths.
Rake readied the in-built cuffs at the top of the padded beams. “Safe word, sweetheart?”
“Red,” DJ confirmed.
As Rake buckled DJ into the restraints, his fingertips brushed the inside of DJ’s wrists, his skin there as soft as velvet. Rake didn’t miss DJ’s shiver as he tightened the buckles, or when he ran a finger between the leather and DJ’s skin, checking their tightness.
When Rake stepped back, DJ’s gaze was fixed in the distance. A glance confirmed that Shaun hadn’t taken his eyes off of them. A few others in the room spectated, but Shaun’s attention felt different. Weightier, and more meaningful. Like Shaun was part of their scene, not only an observer.
“I’m going to pull your shorts down,” Rake said, fingers skimming around DJ’s waist. He appreciated the heft of DJ’s thick belly, with its trail of tightly curled dark hair that led down to his cock.
Rake lingered there, showing DJ how much he enjoyed touching him—how he loved the parts of DJ that DJ didn’t love himself.
“Thank you, Sir,” DJ said, sucking in a sharp breath as Rake hooked a couple of fingers inside the waistband of the shorts.
“And you’re not going to come until I tell you.”
“Yes, Sir.”
Rake almost smiled at how DJ pointedly didn’t thank him for that instruction.
He pecked DJ on the lips before helping him shimmy out of the tight shorts, freeing his half-hard cock. Rake then put DJ’s legs in the cuffs, leaving him deliciously spread open and unable to hide. It had Rake’s own cock throbbing in his boxers.
When Rake pulled a couple of items from his pockets, DJ’s eyes went wide. Lube, and one of their silicone butt plugs, which Rake removed from its little bag with a smile. It wasn’t the biggest they owned, but not the smallest either.
DJ threw his head back and groaned dramatically.
Rake grinned as he dripped some of the lube onto his fingers.
Stepping up close, Rake circled DJ’s hole before pushing two fingers in at once.
DJ, being the good sub that he was, took them without complaint.
After some rough prep, Rake coated the plug and pressed it against DJ’s opening, leaning back to watch DJ’s face as he slipped it into his body.
Pleasure. Anticipation. Trust . Rake knew each of those expressions on DJ’s face intimately.
“You’re so hot like this,” he said as DJ’s hole swallowed the plug to the base. “Clench down on it for me, sweetheart.”
DJ did just that, moaning as he followed Rake’s command .
Rake stepped back and drew something else from his pocket. He had to pay attention for true reluctance this time—he was less confident in recognising it.
DJ looked like he might weep at the sight of the cock ring, and not simply from frustration.
“If you really don’t want it,” Rake reminded him, “you can safeword.”
“No, Sir. It’s fine.”
“You want it?”
“I wouldn’t personally use the word ‘want’, Sir, but if you want it, then I’ll do it.”
Rake bit his lip to stop from looking too pleased as he took DJ’s cock in his hand, deftly fitting the ring. “You’re so good for me.”
DJ wriggled in his restraints. “Shaun’s still watching,” he said.
Rake checked over his shoulder. DJ was right.
Shaun had a drink in his hand, but it didn’t appear as if he’d taken so much as a sip.
Shaun dipped his head, and a flush of contentment flooded Rake at the deferential action.
Shaun might be young, but he was a natural sub.
Someone like him deserved a lot better from their Dom.
Rake couldn’t give him that, but he could give him something.
Turning back and leaning in close to DJ’s ear, Rake whispered, “We’ve got a little voyeur on our hands. Shall we put on a show?”