Page 8 of Inhuman Natures #1

DJ

“A show sounds ideal, Sir,” DJ told Rake. Even from across the room, he could see that Shaun’s eyes had gone wide. “And I think he realises he’s been caught looking,” he added.

DJ was distracted from his stare-off with Shaun when Rake pinched both of his nipples at once. After tugging on them in turn, Rake leaned down and took one nipple into his mouth, worrying the bud between his teeth.

DJ yelped. “Sir!”

Rake didn’t stop. He gave the other nipple the same treatment as his free hand went to DJ’s cock, stroking lightly. Rake continued switching between using his mouth and fingers until DJ’s nipples were aching and oversensitive.

“Sir, please,” he begged, needing a break from the onslaught of sensation.

“What do you want, sweetheart?” Rake asked, pulling back.

DJ thrust his hips forward. “Please touch me more, Sir.”

Rake poured a small amount of lube into his right hand. “Sure, Deej.” He proceeded to slather the lube up DJ’s cock, sliding his hand up and down in a loose grip .

Too loose.

“ Sir .”

“We’ll go at my pace.”

DJ whined and tried to buck into Rake’s grasp. He got a sharp rebuke in the form of a flick to one of his tender nipples. He cried out, but kept himself still as Rake continued to jack him off.

Only the satisfied expression on Rake’s face kept DJ from demanding more.

Rake finally sped up, twisting his wrist and wringing more cries from DJ.

As Rake jerked him mercilessly, DJ locked eyes with Shaun.

The combination of Rake’s touch and Shaun’s gaze, knowing Shaun saw his every reaction, had him close to coming despite Rake’s orders.

“Sir,” DJ gasped, screwing his eyes shut.

A bead of sweat trickled down his forehead.

He no doubt looked a right state, all shiny and desperate, his nipples puffy and cock leaking.

A frisson of self-consciousness ran through him at the knowledge that it wasn’t only Rake’s and Shaun’s eyes on him.

It had him wobbling in the restraints, his knees going weak.

But Rake was there—strong, dependable, commanding Rake—grasping DJ’s side and steadying him. DJ relaxed, finding his feet again and sinking into the feeling of Rake’s hands on him.

Rake continued to stroke featherlight touches down DJ’s length. “You all right, sweetheart?”

“I’m so close.”

Rake gave a dark chuckle. “That’s the point,” he said, and then his fingers were gone.

DJ’s eyes shot open when warm heat enveloped his dick. “Oh my god! ”

Rake knelt in front of him, looking up at him with a devilish gleam in his eyes. One hand pushed DJ’s foreskin back, exposing the head of his cock. Rake licked at it, his tongue darting out and tasting DJ.

Even on his knees, Rake exuded power. There was nothing submissive about the way he blew DJ, how he brought him repeatedly to the edge before pulling back.

Rake couldn’t take all of DJ in his mouth, but he didn’t need to.

The sight of Rake’s cheeks hollowing as he sucked would have been enough for DJ to get off on alone.

Rake continued teasing around DJ’s tip, whilst DJ tried to be good and not thrust his hips. Much.

Rake pulled off and ran a couple of fingers over DJ’s tight balls and to his perineum, rubbing there for a few seconds before moving further back to the base of the butt plug.

DJ grunted when Rake tapped the plug a couple of times. Lifting his head, DJ caught Shaun’s eyes again. He looked ready to bolt off his seat to come join them. DJ clenched around the plug, the pressure at once too much and not enough.

He imagined what it would be like to have Shaun there too, kneeling and lavishing his attention on him alongside Rake. It made his dick impossibly harder.

“We better give Shaun a good final act, sweetheart,” Rake said, making quick work of removing DJ’s cock ring. “Hold off for me as long as you can, okay?”

“Yes, Sir,” DJ gritted out. But it was a difficult task when faced with the full force of Rake’s attention, Rake working the plug in and out of DJ at the same time as he tugged on his dick .

Rake pulled the plug to its widest point and held it there, his lips tipping up into a smile as DJ’s hole sucked the plug back in. DJ moaned when Rake repeated the move.

By this point, DJ was grinding down uselessly, his body unable to decide if he wanted the plug to stay in or be removed and replaced with something bigger.

“Sir, my balls are literally about to explode,” DJ moaned.

Rake stilled, his hand shifting down to hold said balls, cupping them as if testing their weight. “No, they’re not.”

“Metaphorically, Sir. My balls are about to metaphorically explode.”

“If you can use such big words right now, I don’t think you’re as desperate as you need to be.” Rake kneaded DJ’s balls, then squeezed .

“Oh my god, ow, okay, yes, more—no, less—fuck!”

It only took Rake a few more strokes of DJ’s cock and a whispered, “Come for me, sweetheart,” for DJ to spurt all over Rake’s hand.

Rake stroked DJ through the aftershocks before pulling his own cock out of his jeans and tugging on it. He striped DJ’s body with his cum, marking him for anyone—for Shaun —to see.

DJ sagged as his energy levels dipped. He was only partially aware of Rake kneeling to undo the cuffs at the base of the cross before working on those at his wrists. DJ fell onto Rake, who held him up and led him over to a sofa.

Rake manoeuvred them so that DJ lay with his head in Rake’s lap. A towel enveloped DJ, and he closed his eyes as Rake whispered nonsensical affections to him. He floated for a while, coming down slowly from the high .

When able, DJ cracked an eye open, looking at where Shaun had been sitting. The seat was empty, and it left DJ feeling like he’d missed a step on the stairs. He sat up so fast his head spun.

“He’s gone, sweetheart,” Rake said, running calming fingers down from DJ’s neck and to his side.

DJ only managed a quiet, “Oh.”

“I think he enjoyed himself.”

DJ squirmed, unsure how he felt about Shaun having left. He realised the other source of his minor discomfort. “The butt plug is still in,” he said.

“Uh-huh. I’ll take it out when we’re home.”

“And fuck me?”

DJ heard the smile in Rake’s voice. “If you want.”

“Maybe, Sir.”

“See how you feel later. You up to moving?”

DJ gave an experimental shuffle. “Soon.”

They sat there, watching the other scenes as DJ recovered. Rake tipped a water bottle up to DJ’s lips to make him drink every minute or so, chugging from it himself in between.

As DJ was about to say he was ready to leave, Rake spoke up. “I think Shaun will be back.”

DJ studied Rake. “Yeah?” he asked.

“He couldn’t take his eyes off of you.”

“ Us . He couldn’t take his eyes off of us,” DJ insisted.

Rake was quiet for a few seconds. “You’re right.”

DJ smiled. “I’m always right, Sir.”

Rake kissed him before drawing back. “I wouldn’t go that far, but sure. In this case, you’re right.”

“You’re so mean to me. ”

“You like it when I’m mean to you.”

DJ rested his head on Rake’s shoulder. “I do. Let’s go home, Sir.”