Page 107 of Damian & Jun, Episodes 9-12
“There you are.” Damian sank a syringe into Jun’s hole. “This will feel odd and maybe cold. Accept it.”
Slick squirted into Jun’s channel. The softest of whimpers crawled out of his throat, absorbed by the muzzle.
Damian could do so many things to him, and he didn’t even have to be inconvenienced by the sounds Jun might make. A tremble started up in his belly. Control. He needed to control himself.
Damian
Jun was gorgeous, long limbs and highly trained muscles bent and strained. His ribs flexed with each breath. A light sweat had broken out across his skin.
Damian stretched himself beside Jun on the cot once more. His wolfling was still fighting for control when he had none. That needed to end.
Damian reached for the panels that would enclose them inside the cave, one side, then the other, and then the slat that covered even the small crawl hole. The inside of the cave fell into low light, lit from within by a muted red light in the very back glowing from a niche and reflecting across the low roof.
“I have you.” Damian soothed his hand down Jun’s side. He lay on his back and pulled Jun in against his side, coaxing Jun’s head onto his shoulder and one of Jun’s bent legs up and over his own. It left Jun splayed even more but brought Jun’s naked body in against his own clothed one. The strain on his arms had to be building. He tangled his fingers in the ropes, drawing Jun’s ankles up toward his arms, and pulled, taking the weight of Jun’s legs off the box tie.
Jun sagged, breathing deeper through his nose over the muzzle. Even though he had to feel like he couldn’t speak, the muzzle didn’t stop him from hearing his boy’s every whimper and moan. It just muted them, making each sound echo back inside. A mind fuck.
Bondage could be an instant subjugator, or it could take time to work. Jun appeared to be one of those subs who needed to have his surrender wrung out of him. Should he have let him run longer? The condo couldn’t take much more. But his boy might need it.
Damian kept his touches constant, listening to Jun’s every breath and sound. He slid out from under him after a while, laying Jun flat and letting his arms and shoulders take the pull of his feet again.
Jun whined as the pressure returned to the rope. Damian smiled to himself, looking down on him. So much fierceness, so much strength, and all of it was here under him. He felt as tall as the bell tower of the Church. But he was the dom, and it was his responsibility to not just enjoy his boy but to take him to where he needed to go. It was time for Jun to let go, to have the rest of not fighting, to be defenseless and pliable.
Time to push.
He stroked up both sides of Jun’s inner thighs, spreading them farther. He knelt between them and kneaded his boy's ass. The slick inside his hole squelched, drawing a humiliated screech from behind Jun’s muzzle.
Damian threaded rope through a ring in the ceiling, then ran it through the rings on Jun’s cuffs, keeping the rope loose. He loosened one ankle, gripping it tightly, and straightened Jun’s leg out by degrees until it lay flat. He tied it off, binding it flat.
Jun’s breathing was quieter. He was paying attention, waiting. Like an animal. Damian smiled. He stroked Jun’s outstretched leg, up and down, and then up his ass, dragging a thumb up his boy’s balls and taint and over his hole again. Jun tossed his head.
“Not letting you go, wild one. Have to tame you first.” He kissed the swell of Jun’s ass. His hole was right there.
His.
Damian straightened two of his fingers and pressed them against the wet, tight bud.
Jun screamed. His butt cheeks tightened, clamping down on Damian’s fingers. Easy enough to counteract. Damian grabbed one butt cheek with his other hand and pulled it back, baring Jun’s crevice.
“Fight all you like, precious prey. You’re caught and tied. This is mine.”
Jun bucked, only succeeding in driving himself back a little on Damian’s fingers. He tried to pull away. Damian pulled on the rope threaded through Jun’s cuffs and the ring in the ceiling. Jun gasped as his shoulders and thus his head were lifted from the floor. Damian kept the pressure slow and steady, barely drawing Jun’s chest off the cot.
“Mine.” He pushed against Jun’s hole. With the pressure on his shoulders, Jun’s whole focus shifted to tightening his belly and bracing himself against the pulley drawing him up from behind.
Damian stroked Jun’s hole again. The position pushed Jun’s cheeks together, making it hard to enter him. Didn’t mean he couldn’t mess with his boy’s head.
Jun cursed through the gag in unmistakable temper. Goddess, he loved his wild boy. Even tied as he was, he wasn’t tame, wasn’t safe.
Damian lowered the rope, letting Jun rest against the bed again.
“You can’t win, pet.”
Jun growled. He jerked at his bonds until he flopped against the bed, limbs loose and held in place only by rope, gasping for air.
Damian sank his fingers in deep.
More angry noises came from behind the muzzle.
