Epilogue #8
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 .
Damian finished and held up the tail of the rope. A leash. Still at least a meter and a half long.
Jun dropped his eyes, flushing.
Damian pulled Jun up to his knees by the rope around his chest and kissed him, hard, on the lips, his hands dropped to Jun’s cock, playing with the swollen glands.
Jun whined into the kiss, pressing his body closer to Damian’s. He was bare, exposed, and on display. Damian was his only refugee.
“Can you walk?” Damian whispered.
Jun nodded. Words were beyond him.
Damian helped him to his feet. His shoes and socks were long gone. He flexed his feet in the leaves and dirt.
“I’ll carry you over the rough sections,” Damian said. He brushed leaves and twigs off Jun’s back and legs.
Jun nodded. Damian pressed more kisses to Jun’s neck, taking time to suck on the largest bruises. It wiped all thoughts of trails and sharp rocks from Jun’s thoughts.
Damian stepped back, the leash wrapped around his hand, shortening it. He tugged it once, just a little. Jun’s eyes widened and he stepped closer. That…he did not want to challenge that.
He shivered and pressed his face against Damian’s chest.
Damian hugged him. “Come, beautiful.”
The walk back was suspended time. Jun had little sense of it.
His eyes were on the ground, watching Damian’s feet, still in their flexible running shoes, and choosing his own steps.
Damian went in front, moving leaves aside, showing the safe ground beneath.
It was slow progress, but Damian appeared to also have no sense of time.
He paused now and then, letting them both drink water until they had emptied the second bottle.
The world was still dreamlike. There was no reason to push beyond it.
The ropes kept him drifting, even as he had to carry his own weight.
It was rest of another sort. He had no desire to rouse himself from it.
Pasture grass under his feet surprised him. He looked up. The barn was not far in the distance, beyond the fences. Jun took another step, touching Damian with his shoulders. Blood tingled in his cheeks. He glanced up towards the house.
“They’re in the barn,” Damian stroked Jun’s back and squeezed his hand. “At least émeric and Collin are. Do you need to safeword?”
Jun ducked his head low and shook it. As embarrassed as he was, he trusted them.
“Then we’re going in.”
Jun nodded. He stayed close to Damian as they crossed the field and entered the wide doorway. He shivered as his feet hit the cement floor. It was cool, compared to the sun-warmed grass outside.
Footsteps from deeper in the barn came towards them. Jun glanced up. It was Richard. He dropped his eyes again, mortification flooding through him.
“Pup,” Richard said.
“Sir.” Damian moved close to Richard, leaving a little room in the leash. Jun waited, eyes on the floor. It sounded like they were embracing. It was only a moment but the loss of Damian right beside him was an eon.
Damian stepped right back to him and pulled him close, letting Jun hide his head. “Can you let Richard say hello, beautiful?”
Jun swallowed and let himself look at Richard again. The older dom was standing there, relaxed, in a pair of jeans and a red linen shirt open at the throat, sleeves rolled up showing his forearms.
He looked safe. Jun swallowed, trying not to cry again. He stepped forward and sank against Richard, the only way he could hug with his arms tied behind his back.
“Oh, brave boy, gorgeous boy,” Richard wrapped his arms around Jun. A moment later Damian was against Jun’s back, holding him.
Jun closed his eyes, soaking in the warmth, the strength, the overwhelming being-heldness filling him up till he was brimming with it. Above him there were sounds.
Richard was kissing Damian.
Jun smiled against Richard’s shirt. He stroked Damian’s chest with his fingers. It was all too much. He was dizzy with it. He let his legs bend and slid down between them to his knees.
Two hands came down, petting his hair and stroking his cheek. They tilted his face up and checked him. He blinked back mist from his eyelashes and smiled at them. And then they were crowding him in with their legs, their chests together, arms around each other, exploring each other’s mouths.
It wasn’t like how Richard kissed Collin, or even the way he kissed émeric. It was something else.
Jun rested his forehead against Richard’s thigh, content to trap one of Damian’s ankles between his own and just drift.
Damian
Richard cupped Damian’s face in both his hands, pressing their foreheads together, both of them breathing the same air. “Proud of you,” Richard whispered.
Damian gripped Richard’s arms with his one free hand, Jun’s leash in his other. He had to blink back sudden tears.
“You did this,” he whispered.
“We did this,” Richard said. “All of us.” He leaned back enough to stroke Jun’s face, turning it up towards them again and stroking his thumb over Jun’s lips. Jun opened his mouth, catching Richard’s thumb between his lips.