Page 117 of Damian & Jun, Episodes 9-12
Humiliation burned in Jun’s cheeks. No, not just his cheeks. He was flushing down his neck and to his chest.
“Boy looks good on a hook, Damian,” Richard said.
Jun whimpered. Why was there so much of the hook? It was still sliding into him. He tried to move his legs, to crawl forward away from being fucking hooked.
Damian pinned Jun’s waist with his legs. “Almost in, pet. There you go. You’ll live.”
Jun snarled.
Damian tugged on the steel, making him feel every inch of it. It pulled up on his ass from the inside and the out. Damian messed with it, running rope up to Jun’s collar. There must have been a ring on the back of it because he felt pressure.
Jun humped his back, still trying to escape, trying to make the rope longer.
Damian tugged on Jun’s balls. “Arch, pet. Lift up your head and your ass. I don’t want this falling out of you.”
Jun yelped. That had not been a nice tug. He arched. The rope shortened between the hook and his collar. He tried to move back to his previous posture. It was impossible. Trying to straighten his spine tugged on the hook inside him. There was no give except for his hole getting tugged.
He subsided, staying in position. Damian touched his hole, sliding something plastic and small in alongside the hook. Jun tossed his head, but even that moved the hook.
“This is just lube. You want this pet. Be good.”
Jun growled. He tugged at his cuffs on both his ankles and wrists. Damian pulled whatever he had been using out, and then something else was pushing in alongside the hook.
The damned buzzing thing.
Jun tried to drop his head. He couldn’t. The hook wouldn’t let him. He had to keep his head up. And Émeric was right there, sitting on the couch, watching.
Frustrated, humiliated tears ran down Jun’s face.
Damian did something. The buzzing came back. And this time, it was twice as buzzy, the vibrations traveling through the steel hook.
Jun moaned.
Damian let go, coming around and kneeling down in front of Jun. He used a tissue to dry Jun’s face. “There you are, pet.”
Jun whined. He tried to nuzzle Damian’s hand.
“You didn’t want to behave for breakfast. So you can stay there and be the center of attention.”
Jun whimpered. It was hard. Humiliating. And the strongest turn-on of his life. Somehow, being tied up this time was nothing like the last time. Probably because Damian had earned this.
Damian stroked Jun’s face and throat, scratching his fingernails over Jun’s scalp. “The vibe is going to make you incredibly horny. In a few minutes, you’re going to be desperate to come. The only way you’re coming is on a cock.”
More tears ran down Jun’s face. He nuzzled Damian’s hands. He wasn’t muzzled, but words felt impossible. He was Damian’s creature. Words were one of the things he didn’t need. They felt out of place in this realm of sensations and base urges.
Damian reached under Jun and fondled his genitals.
“Since you interrupted the breakfast Émeric cooked, you can apologize to him by taking his cock. I’m sure you can find a way to beg for it when you’re desperate enough.”
He was not doing that. He was not going to beg the scary sadist to fuck him. The fucking sadist who just happened to have a damned hook handy!
Except that he probably was. The vibe was already driving him crazy, and his cock was hard and full and throbbing inside the ropes.
Damian cupped Jun’s face between his palms. “Do you need to safe word?”
Jun shook his head. More tears ran down his face. He’d never had thought he would be weepy. He never cried. Except, it seemed, when Damian caught him and made him submit. Though this didn’t even feel like crying, just his face getting wet.
“You’re crying a lot, Jun.” Damian kissed his temple and ran his hands through Jun’s hair. “I won’t be upset if you need to use your safe word.”
