Episode 13 #2
Jun let the pain of Damian’s grasp on his groin seep through him, making him soft and pliant.
Damian’s mouth on his neck ignited chemicals in his blood that left him drunk on his Alpha.
Moments before he had felt like he could fight the world with bare hands if necessary—and that knowledge remained, quiet and deep beneath the surface — but here and now, in his Alpha’s grip, fairly caught and submitted, the fight subsided.
His strength and his weakness drew his Alpha to him.
He pushed into Damian’s hand, just to feel Damian’s grip.
No where else could he be weak, except here, inside the Residency. No where else could he be broken, could he give up his power and simply be a creature, a nervous system of wants and urges.
Damian laughed, dark and low against Jun’s skin. “You need a shower, pet.”
Jun growled. Showering sounded like work. He’d rather stay here and be Damian’s squeeze toy.
Damian kissed Jun’s stomach. “You’ve had three cocks in you. Time to clean up.”
Jun’s cheeks burned. How had he forgotten about that? He wanted to be fucked again, even though he was still tender. Or to fuck, if allowed.
“Up.” Damian tugged on Jun’s balls. “Shower.”
“Don’t want to.” Jun couldn’t hide his grin. “Can’t make me.”
“I thought you were my captured prey.”
“Hm-hm.” Jun nodded, looking up at Damian’s face. “Captured. Means I can’t go anywhere.”
Damian paused, watching Jun for a moment, then laughed. He grabbed Jun’s wrists and flipped him over. Jun went without a fight. Damian straddled him, then started searching for something. He wrapped cuffs around Jun’s wrists and hooked them together. “Well, if you can’t move, I’ll take you.”
He opened the cave completely. Hands around Jun’s waist, he hauled Jun off the cushions and out of the blankets. Jun squawked and kicked. Damian dragged him over his knee and slapped Jun’s ass.
Jun squeezed his thighs together, making Damian work for it. What was the fun of just giving in?
“Nuhuh, open.” Damian pushed Jun’s legs apart, letting Jun dangle on either side of his leg.
Jun pressed his bound hands against the floor, laughing, still squeezing his thighs together.
“Open your legs.” Damian slapped Jun’s ass again. He sounded like he was about to lose his composure as well, and join Jun’s break from gravitas.
Jun shook his head, grinning madly.
Damian’s hand in his hair, pulling hard, brought him up short.
That hurt!
“Open. Your. Legs.” Damian punctuated each word with a slap on Jun’s ass. He was chortling even while he dropped stinging strikes.
Dammit, Alpha could laugh and spank. Groaning, Jun eased his thighs apart.
“Once prey is caught, prey has no rights to deny hunter his body.” Damian stroked Jun’s ass, balls, and cock. “I should put you on display somehow, keep all of this on show for my enjoyment.”
“I’m not one of your butterflies,” Jun protested, but he was still giggling and looking over his shoulder.
Damian smirked, evilly. “I’m sure I can find you a pair of wings, rig a case, pin you up for a day.
“But I have to drink, and pee.”
“Catheter, IV drip. Enema. None of that requires you to be able to move.”
Jun groaned. “You wouldn’t.”
Damian spread Jun’s butt cheeks. “I’m already plotting, but you are a dirty little thing right now. Time for a wash.”
The floor abruptly disappeared from under Jun’s hands and knees as Damian stood, tossing Jun over his shoulder. Jun grabbed Damian’s ass; the closest handhold he could reach with his hands bound in front of him. “I can walk.”
“Can you?” Damian patted Jun’s upturned buttocks. “I believe you were so captured you couldn’t go anywhere?”
Damian didn’t put Jun down until they were in the hallway bathroom. He towed Jun straight into the large shower.
“Why are we in this one? We have our own bathroom,” Jun sputtered.
Damian grinned. “Well, Richard and émeric helped get you dirty. It’s only fair they can hear you getting clean.”
Jun squeaked and looked over his shoulder. The door was wide open. He looked back just in time to see Damian attached the wrist restraints to a hook above his head on the wall. Now he was tethered to the front end of the shower with his back to the door.
“DaSu!”
Damian slapped his ass. “That’s Alpha, or Hunter, to you, prey.”
Jun tugged on his wrists, dancing in place when he couldn’t rub away the sting. “How am I going to get clean when I’m chained up?”
“That’s my job.”
Jun blew a raspberry in Damian’s direction. Fuck, he loved being a brat. Making trouble was like breathing fresh air. He stuck out his tongue for good measure.
Damian narrowed his eyes. He grabbed one of the nozzles on the wall and flipped tabs, washing it off with soap. It didn’t look like a shower head. He’d seen it before, but never thought about it. But now that he did think about it, it was shaped kind of like a dildo.
Was that? No, oh no.
Damian finished rinsing it and stepped forward. “Good hunters clean their prey inside and out.” He grabbed Jun’s jaw, getting his thumb on one side and his first two fingers on the other side pressed against the place where Jun’s upper and lower jaw met. “Open.”
Jun shook his head. He tugged on his wrists and stamped his feet, trying to get purchase to pull. Damian’s grip was implacable. He shoved a leg between Jun’s and backed him into the corner of the shower.
“Open.”
Jun tried to shake his head but he was pinned. Damian pressed against him and held his face. Jun growled, keeping his teeth clenched.
Damian pushed a button on the dildo shaped shower head, drenching Jun’s face with water. Jun gasped, his mouth snapping open. Damian’s thumb and fingers slide in between his teeth, keeping it gaping.
“Deep breath.”
Damian waited a beat. Jun whined and obeyed, afraid not to.
The shower head went into his mouth, spraying water in three directions. He coughed and sputtered. Damian guided him to lean forward, rotating the nozzle around Jun’s mouth twice, then pulling it out.
Jun coughed and hung forward, gasping. He wasn’t really choking, but his body didn’t know that. A bottle clicked open and a second later he was being pulled upright and his chest pressed against the wall. Damian nudged his feet apart.
Overwhelmed and still focused on calming his breathing, Jun obeyed. Something body temperature pressed against his hole. He cursed. “Alpha! No!”
“Washed, inside and out,” Damian repeated.
Jun pushed back, moving his ass.
Damian grabbed Jun’s balls and squeezed. Jun screamed.
Damian laughed. “Stick out your ass.”
“No.” Jun said it just because he could. He tightened his entire body, including his ass cheeks, but he couldn’t quite get his thighs together with Damian’s hand between them, gripping him.
Damian squeezed Jun’s tender orbs. Pain rolled through Jun’s torso, making him shudder and dance. He almost hung by his wrists. Thank goodness the shower was one of those with no-skid floors.
“Alpha!” Jun shrieked.
Damian’s hand remained tight, crushing him. “Ass out. Safeword or show me that pretty little hole of yours, prey.”
Jun’s head swam. Dammit, he loved being called pretty.
But being humiliated at the same time, guh .
He was spinning in sensations, physically and mentally.
His ass presented itself without a conscious thought, his back arching, creating a stretch between his arms overhead to his rear, presented to Damian’s tender mercies.
Damian’s hand stayed wrapped around Jun’s balls. He pressed the dildo-shaped shower head against Jun’s hole and circled it, spreading lube against Jun’s crease. “Push out. This is going inside.”
Jun whined mulishly and pulled on his wrists. “Why?”
“Because,” Damian pushed, the first bit of the shower head sinking into Jun’s anus, “there’s so much cum inside my prize catch I have to wash you out.”
Blood rushed to Jun’s face and neck. He flushed down to his shoulders.
Water gurgled into his guts. Damian sank the rest of the shower head into Jun’s hole, until some sort of outer handle stopped him.
Jun’s hole tightened around the thin part just before the handle, the entire thing staying inside on its own.
Jun gasped for air and let it out in short, hard puffs, trying to adjust to the invasion.
“Fuck you.” Jun gritted out.
Damian ran his hand in a circle around Jun’s belly. “No, fucking is what happens to beautiful prey that let themselves get caught.” Damian wrapped himself around Jun’s back, his hands roaming. He kissed around the deep bruise in Jun’s neck and the many smaller bruises over his back and shoulders.
It was impossible not to relax into Damian’s touch. “Still fuck you,” Jun mumbled, eyes closing.
“Oh? And who’s being a naughty prey and putting up a fight after being caught?”
Jun groaned in protest. The water was really filling him up now. His stomach was starting to extend just a little. There were a few cramps, but nothing he couldn’t handle.
Damian turned off the flow but left the head inside, effectively plugging Jun so that nothing leaked out.
“Well, now we need to empty you.” Damian turned Jun around, his wrists crossing over his head and backed him into the wall. “How are we going to do that?”
“Let me go?” Jun half grinned.
“Not sure I can trust you.” Damian stroked Jun’s face.
“I should just make you release it right here. The drain can handle it.” He carded his fingers through Jun’s hair, scratching his scalp.
Jun’s eyes fluttered. Hands in his hair shouldn’t feel this good, not when he should be spitting and fighting. Damian didn’t fight fair.
He didn’t notice until the plug started to slide out of his hole that Damian had used his other hand to sneak down to his ass. His cheeks tightened around the plug.
“Nuhuh, give it up, pet.”
Jun shook his head.
Damian leaned against Jun’s chest. “Give it up.” He nuzzled Jun’s cheek, then his throat. “Go on, give me the nozzle, pet.” He tugged, lightly, back and forth, tapping pleasure centers inside Jun’s body.