Page 112 of Damian & Jun, Episodes 9-12
Jun groaned, but he didn’t hide. He let Damian hold him in place, looking at him.
“Are you ready?” Damian half asked, half ordered. “Ready to let everyone see what your beast did to you?”
Jun made a small sound in the back of his throat, a tinge of embarrassed excitement in his eyes.
“Lay down on the floor, arms above your head, legs together.”
Jun moved to obey. He stretched out, his stomach almost concave. Damian went into the bathroom and came back with a warm, damp towel. He wiped Jun down, checking each mark and scratch. His boy stayed still. The glassy, peaceful look in his eye said everything. Every now and then, he smiled a little at nothing at all.
Pride swelled inside Damian’s chest.
Jun
Jun drifted in new world. At its center was Alpha. It was painted in light and color. His body ached in the best way. The weight of the tag in his ear was a constant reminder of what they meant to each other, the bond and promise between them.
He rolled over, letting Alpha check his back. Alpha spread his cheeks, touching his hole. Alpha had marked him. It was messy; it didn’t matter. He was hard. He hadn’t come. That also didn’t matter.
“Sit up, pet.” Damian helped him up. “On your knees.” He had a brown leather strip in his hand. He wrapped it around Jun’s throat. It sat just above the aching mark he’d bitten and sucked into Jun’s neck and shoulder.
Alpha took his wrists, buckling more soft brown leather around them. It was beautiful.
“Hands and knees, pet. Crawl to the cave.”
Jun followed at Damian’s heel to the cave. Damian knelt down. He ran rope through the rings in the cuffs up to the ring in the front of the collar, bringing Jun’s wrists together, his hands tucked under his chin.
“Lay down, get comfortable.”
Jun settled on his side, his back against the back wall of the cave. Damian smiled down at him.
“Love you like this.”
Jun smiled back.
Damian dipped down to kiss him again. He tied the rope off to one of the rings, tethering Jun to the wall. Casually, he fondled Jun’s cock and balls, lifting Jun’s upper leg out of the way. Without speaking, he took out more rope and started to wrap it around the base of Jun’s sex, first his cock, then his balls. He wrapped the base of his ball sac several times.
Jun whimpered.
“Just a small stretch, pet,” Alpha said. “Prey doesn’t get to decide how they use themselves or how they’re seen.” He stroked his thumb over the stretched skin of Jun’s balls. Jun’s eyes rolled back in his head. He pushed up into the caress.
Damian laughed softly. He went back to tying, securing Jun’s cock in a wrap tight enough that he was not going to be anything but hard until he was released.
Jun looked down at himself. His genitals looked large and erotic, wrapped up in rope, unable to be hidden, his cock sticking out like he was an animal in rut, shameless and driven by uncivilized instincts.
He was still wild. He’d surrendered to Damian, to his alpha, and he was still wild. He laughed, tears on the edges of his eyes. He bucked up into Damian’s touch, wanting. Damian stroked Jun’s cock and reached behind, sticking two fingers into Jun’s hole. Jun groaned. He pushed back, seeking more.
“There you are, wolfling. Wanting more?”
Jun nodded.
Damian kissed his hip. “Eventually. For now, it’s time to show off my prize.”
Jun stuck his tongue out at his Alpha. Damian grinned and smacked Jun’s hip. “Stay. I’ll be right back.”
As if he could go anywhere. Jun pulled on the rope to his hands and closed his eyes. He ached in such good ways. Being tied this time brought a peace and calm that could summon sleep.
Voices in the hall filtered through the open door. Blood tingled in Jun’s cheeks. Fuck, he was on display.
Collin entered just behind Damian, his two doms behind him. Jun bit his cheek.
