Page 105 of Damian & Jun, Episodes 13-16
Damian closed his hand around Jun’s balls as he bit and sucked on Jun’s nipple.
Jun’s heartbeat thudded against Damian’s face. His torso moved like spring against the ground, trying to absorb the sensations rolling through it. Damian let go of Jun’s balls and drove his fingers back into Jun’s body.
Jun screamed, his abs tightening, showing every line. Cum erupted from his cock, marking him from belly to throat. Damian bent to lick him clean, his fingers still moving inside his boy, forcing him through the aftershocks until sobs came from Jun’s throat.
Damian sat up on his knees, his fingers still in Jun’s hole, and watched him.
His beautiful boy was wrecked in the best way. Red and purple marks littered him from neck to knees. His chest glistened with Damian’s saliva where he’d been licked clean. His arms and legs were sprawled out, unorganized and limp. He gazed back at Damian through half-lidded eyes, helpless, just breathing.
Damian unlatched the leather bracelet twined twice around his wrist and wrapped it in a collar around Jun’s throat. Jun never took his eyes from Damian’s face.
“Yours,” Jun whispered, hoarse from screaming.
“Mine,” Damian whispered.
“Mine,” Jun said. His hand came up clumsily, grasping at Damian’s wrist.
Damian covered Jun’s hand with his own. “Yours.”
Jun smiled. “Tell me I don’t have to come back yet.”
“Not letting you go. Drift as you like.” He knew where Jun was. Subspace. An altered state. Not one to be left quickly, certainly not one where the dom could leave the sub alone. Given the right handling, Jun could stay in this state. He hoped he could. It was blissful, as Damian well knew.
They stayed like that a while longer, until the need for water drove Damian to his knees. He hefted Jun in his arms, their chests pressed together, Jun’s head on Damian’s shoulders and his legs around Damian’s waist. The nearest equipment drop was five minutes walk away, but carrying Jun, it was closer to ten. Damian regretted none of it. He took it slow and let Jun down gently to his knees when they arrived at the tree where he’d stashed supplies. There was first aid, rope, water.
The water was most important. He opened the first bottle and stood over Jun, cupping his chin and pouring water into his mouth. Jun drank with his eyes closed, water running down his chin to his chest, stomach moving with each swallow.
Damian let him drink for several moments, then took the water away. Small amounts were better than drinking it all and cramping. He drank the other half of the bottle himself. There was another bottle. He left it in the sack.
Jun kept leaning into him, trying to be held, hiding his face.
Damian soothed him with his hands and reached for his rope. “We’re going to start walking back, but you don’t have to come back yet. I’m going to give you something to help you stay here, with me.”
Jun blinked at him slowly. Damian kissed him and knelt behind him with the rope. He reached around, showing it.
Jun rubbed his cheek against Damian’s hand and said nothing. Damian guided Jun’s arms behind his back, rotating his shoulders gently into position and folding Jun’s forearms together so that his hands cradled the opposite elbows. Rope around his chest and from one arm to the other kept him from moving his shoulders or arms forward. It also hugged Jun, keeping up the pressure of being embraced. A gentle tie around his wrists and a connection point between that rope and the rope between the upper arms kept his wrists from falling out of position. Damian took his time with the tie, touching and checking, having Jun move his fingers and wrists to check for nerves compression. Jun was flexible, almost too flexible. Damian took special care to check for circulation. He came around to Jun’s front, checking the ropes that circled his chest. They were solid and properly placed.
Damian took hold of one of the double sets and pushed Jun back slowly onto his back. The rope around Jun’s arms and chest would hold him, but this would keep Jun submissive and vulnerable. If he’d calculated correctly, both would keep Jun in subspace for the walk back, instead of the activity waking him back up from the altered state the hunt and take down had given him.
Jun
Jun let Damian lower him onto the forest floor. His knees were still bent, leaving his feet under his ass. He pointed his feet, so that he lay flatter and waited, head turned to the side to keep his eyes on Damian. What was he planning? The rope around his chest, pinning his arms behind him, was welcome. It was like an extension of Damian’s hands, holding him in place, keeping him close. The idea of Damian letting go was terrifying. He needed the rope. Needed Damian’s touch.
Damian held up a second rope. He threaded it through a ring in the collar around Jun’s neck. A leash, then. Damian raised an eyebrow. He pulled the rope through the ring until it was free and dragged it down Jun’s sensitive body until he reached his cock.
Jun’s lips fell open. He was tender there. Damian had paid him so much attention in that place. It pulsed for him.
Damian dragged the rope around Jun’s cock and balls, asking a silent question. Jun swallowed, cold sweeping over his skin. A tinge of humiliation, curiosity, need, that deep, all powerful surrender that ruled him washed through him anew.
He canted his hips towards Damian.
Pride filled Damian’s eyes. He stroked Jun’s cock, tugging on it a little, and forced one finger in between the cleft of Jun’s ass.
Blood filled Jun’s cheeks. He closed his eyes, focusing on giving Damian what he was commanding, space in his body, and arousal. Of course Damian didn’t want to leash him there when he was quiescent. Damian fingers knew Jun so well. They played him, stroking his cock, pressing on his prostate. This wasn’t for pleasure, this was manipulation.
That deep humiliation-need-want feeling filled Jun’s throat. He focused on willing himself to be hard. His cock filled, growing heavy.
Rope dragged over his skin. Damian pulled his finger out of Jun’s body and wrapped a knot around Jun balls. It tightened to the point Jun took a breath and then stopped. Damian wrapped the rope a few more times, pulling Jun’s balls away from his body, then circled it up around his cock. Jun focused on his breathing. He could feel the blood becoming trapped, his erection hard and warm. And obvious.
