Page 116 of Damian & Jun, Episodes 9-12
“Now.” Damian brought his hand down, hard, on Jun’s ass.
Fine.
Jun settled on his knees. Damian wrapped cuffs around Jun’s ankles, hooking them to the cross beam behind him. It wasn’t far apart, about the width Jun would naturally spread his legs if he were crawling. Damian untied Jun’s arms and pushed him down on all fours. In moments, his wrists were linked like his ankles to the opposite end.
Damian crouched down in front of Jun. “It seems you weren’t tame enough for the table, pet. I’m not mad.” He kissed Jun between the eyes. “But if you want my attention, I’ll give it to you.”
That sounded ominous.
Damian opened the box Collin had brought him. From somewhere to the left, Collin whimpered.
Jun stared at the device. It looked vaguely like a dildo though not quite the same.
“You don’t need to know what this is, pet. It will work whether or not you have a name for it.”
He stood up and went behind Jun, kneeling down. A bottle snicked open, and then Damian’s hand was on Jun’s ass.
Fuck.
Jun dropped his head, embarrassment rolling through him. He looked down beneath himself. His own red cock stared back at him. His balls hung between his thighs, still tightly tied and stretched away from his groin.
He just had to remember he was Damian’s creature, his beast, perhaps. Not a man for the moment. Or he would die of mortification. But now he was back to wanting to lick Damian all over. Especially his dick.
Damian pressed the dildo-like thing against his hole. There was no way to keep it out. It was slick with lube, and he was still somewhat wet from earlier between Damian’s cum and the last of the lube. It slid in deep. Jun rocked forward, eyes closing. A low moan sounded through his chest and up his throat. That actually felt good.
Damian pushed hard a few more times, moving Jun back and forth. The end of the object had some sort of wide handle. It wasn’t going any deeper.
It started to buzz.
Jun froze. There was no mistake. Whatever Damian had just slotted deep into his body was vibrating away.
Jun shook his head. He tugged at the cuffs. He couldn’t close his legs, couldn’t get away from what was inside him. He tried to lower his ass. Damian slapped it.
“Would a suggestion be too forward?” Émeric asked.
“Suggest away.”
“A hook will keep him in place. If he’s as wild as you say?”
“Do you have one I could borrow?” Damian stroked the back of Jun’s thigh.
What the hell was a hook?
Émeric left the room and returned with an actual metal hook and rope. There was a ball on the lower curved end.
Jun’s eyes widened. He tugged on the cuffs holding him to the bar. Damian straddled him, pinning him in place. Fuck! Émeric was definitely the sadist.
“Hush, wolfling.” He pulled the buzzing thing out Jun’s ass. Then the cold steel ball was pushing into his hole.
Why the hook was causing more disturbance than the vibe, he couldn’t say. But he was going to feel what he wanted about it and make them deal with it.
He screamed, arching his back. It was frightening and cold and absolutely not what he’d asked for.
Damian grabbed Jun's balls. “Scream all you like, wolfling. It’s going in unless you safe word.
“Fuck you!”
“Pretty sure you’re the one getting fucked,” Damian retorted. He pushed more of the hook into Jun’s ass.
