Page 79 of Damian & Jun: Episodes 5-8
“That’s…that’s a lot more than the other things.”
“Well, I said I wouldn’t spank you, but I can give you a taste of pain.” Damian kissed Jun’s chest. “I’m going to do the other one.”
“I must be crazy, but yes, please.” Jun panted and bit his lip.
Damian pulled Jun’s lip out from between his teeth. “Best not do that.”
Jun nodded. His arms strained. Damian went back to his other nipple. He flicked it until it stood up a bit more and played with it, then attached the end of the clothespin just when Jun had started to relax.
Jun jerked once, instinctively, then groaned, giving into the pain. Damian watched. Jun was beautiful like this. He was fighting the sensations, then leaning into them, breathing through them, letting them fill him up from head to toe as ripples ran through him.
“Do you want more?”
Jun half laughed, half panted. “I only have two nipples.”
“Clothespins can go anywhere.” Damian pinched some of the loose skin on Jun’s balls and latched one there.
Jun howled. “Fuck. Fuck! Fuck, Fuck!” His thigh strained and flexed in and out. He kicked at his ankle restraints, his abs rippling. He sucked in air, calming down gulp by gulp. “I should hate you right now.”
“But you don’t.” Damian folded his arms on the side of the table and rested his head against Jun’s ribs, looking at him. “How do they feel?”
“Awful and amazing. I’m not sure we should have done this. Now I’m going to want more.”
“I won’t let you. If you want pain, you have to get it from me. No hurting yourself.”
“I’m pretty sure it won’t feel half as good or half as safe if I try this myself, so yeah, no. This is all on you.”
Jun’s eyes were watering, and bits of sweat slid down his temples. Damian wiped the moisture away. “I’m going to take them off. And that’s going to hurt worse.”
“Okay. Okay.”
“When I unbuckle you from the table, don’t touch. Don’t rub anywhere.”
“Why?”
“Because it will fuck with your head and make the feeling last longer.”
“Okay.” Jun sucked in a bit of air. “Got it.”
Damian plucked the clothespins off, one right after the other. As Damian reached for the last one on his ball sac, Jun screamed, “No!” Damian didn’t slow down. No was not a safe word. If Jun decided he needed his no back, then this was a low-stakes test around which to have that conversation. He snatched off the last one.
Jun vocalized, not really a scream, not really an indrawn breath, but somehow a strangled version of both at the same time. “Fuuuuck!”
Such a good thing that this room was fairly soundproof and a little set away from the bedrooms where Jun’s bandmates were resting.
Jun writhed on the table, pulling on all four corners, his hips bucking up into empty air. “Good gods, that hurts.”
Damian didn’t touch him. He wasn’t going to give Jun more pain, but he was going to let him enjoy all that he had without distraction. Breath by breath, Jun came back down, his movements becoming smaller and smaller and his sounds deepening and slowing into soft moans.
“Fuck, DaSu, I did NOT want you to take that last one off.”
“And now?”
“Tingly.” Jun laughed, letting himself sink into the table. “It throbs.”
“Yes, they do.” Damian allowed himself to run his hand over Jun’s belly, helping him center. “Did you like it?”
“Maybe not as much as when you smacked my ass, but damn, that was intense. I feel clear.”
