Justin and Spencer
⚠ Consenual/non consensual ans knife play. ⚠
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Justin sighed as he closed the front door, seeing his husband standing with his arms crossed.
“Where were you?” Spencer asked, raising an eyebrow. “It’s 3 am.”
"Why do you ever care? You never pay attention to me," Justin replied as he tossed his keys on the counter.
Spencer scanned the boy noticing visible marks on his neck. “You’ve been with that cheap whore again?” He asked, tracing the marks.
“You’ve been with that cheap whore again?” He asked, tracing the marks.
"So if I was. I tried to get your attention and you brushed me off. So I went out and found Ricky. He satisfies my needs unlike you,"
Spencer growled, pushing Justin against the wall, and cuffing his jeans. “Who’s stupid enough to wear the ring? Last time I checked, it wasn’t Ricky.”
"You don't act like we are married. You haven't touched me in months. I tried and tried but each time you refused. So you are stupid enough to wear it. My ring has been on the dresser for months and you never seemed to care. So fück you,"
Spencer growled, smashing their lips together. He hated his husband, but arguments turned him on so much.
Justin held back his moans not wanting to give Spencer the satisfaction. Spencer slipped his hand down Justin’s jeans, gripping hard.
“I’m the dickhead who married you, meaning this cock belongs to me.” Justin couldn't help but laugh. "But here recently it's been belonging to Ricky,"
Spencer squeezed his hand tighter, wanting to win at his own game. “What if I let Chris fuck me? Trust me, he’s offered many times.”
"Wouldn't care. Like I said it doesn't even feel like we are married," Spencer pulled back, ripping his shirt off.
“You better still be wide awake, Daddy. You’ve got another ass to eat.”
Justin pushed Spencer back leading him toward the bed. "Now you want me, baby? You have been so distant that I turned to Ricky and not you want my tongue? Should make you work for it,"
“I’m not the one who sneaks out in the middle of the night for some slut. Now, are you going to fuck your husband or not?”
"Not," Justin spoke as he turned and headed for the door. “Where are you going?” Spencer asked, his smile dropping.
"Might go back and fück Ricky. I have this hard-on and need a hole to fück. One that loves to satisfy my needs,"
Spencer was damned if he’d let the boy go anywhere as he climbed off the bed and ripped Justin’s jeans down.
He wasted no time taking Justin’s cock in his mouth, gagging as the man slipped down his throat.
Justin couldn't help but grunt as he grabbed a fist full of Spencer's hair holding the boy on his cøck.
Spencer's eyes water and his throat flexed around Justin's big and thick cøck. "You want my cøck now since Ricky got it,"
Justin pulled most of the way out before slamming back down Spencer's throat.
Spencer choked like he never had before, tasting Ricky on the base. He couldn’t stop the tears from falling down his cheeks.
Justin pulled away slapping his cøck against Spencer's cheek. "You want it, bitch?" Justin spoke.
Spencer coughed, licking along the underside of Justin’s cock. “Give me my cock, Daddy.”
"On the bed on your hands and knees," Justin ordered as he removed his clothes completely.
Spencer was about to do as he was told but changed his mind. “Make me, bitch.” Justin wrapped his hand around Spencer's throat forcing him to stand.
Spencer couldn’t help but choke, loving the pain. Justin throws Spencer on the bed moving between the boy's legs.
“Knew you couldn’t resist my hole, Daddy.” Justin grabbed the lube spreading the liquid along his cøck.
"You think you can still take me or will your hole have to readjust to my size,"
Spencer wrapped his legs around Justin’s waist, pulling him closer, gasping when his tip entered. “Why don’t you find out.”
Justin moaned as he watched himself disappear deeper inside Spencer. "T-tighter than that slut, Ricky," Spencer grunts.
“His hole fits me perfectly. Never has an ass that good.” Spencer hated to admit but he was jealous and wanted all of Justin's attention.
"Claim my hole as yours, Daddy. I want you to be reminded about how good my hole is,"
Justin pulled out, only to slam back in like he used to. He wanted to go rough but knew Spencer would probably be sensitive.
Spencer whimpered as each stroke went straight to his prostate.
“Found it,” Justin growled, wrapping one hand around Spencer’s throat, keeping him pinned to the bed.
Spencer screamed out in pleasure as Justin fūcked him at a hard and quick pace.
Spencer loved this, he wanted to remind Justin who he belonged to. "M-more, daddy. Want you to mark my body as yours. I'm sorry for rejecting you so many times,"
Justin did as he was told, giving a few hard thrusts before pulling out, and catching his breath.
"Come and ride me," Justin ordered as he laid back on the bed.
Spencer did as he was told, climbing in his husband's lap before slowly sinking down, moaning as he stretched.
Spencer used his legs to get a deep satisfying rhythm on Justin's cøck. “Fuck, baby. So pretty…” Justin moaned, feeling Spencer squeeze around him.
"So pretty, but fücked another," Spencer grunts. Justin growled, smacking Spencer’s ass. “Who’s been in my hole?”
"Wouldn't you like to know? You went and fücked Ricky, and I can't have no fun?" Justin growled, smacking his husband. “Who?”
"No one," Spencer lied.
Justin groaned, grabbing Spencer’s hips. “You know about Rick. Is he so special that I can’t find out?”
"Remington, it happened the other night. He was upset about his break up and it just happened. I felt bad, but found out you slept with Ricky,"
“Slut…” Justin whispered as he bounced Spencer at a quick pace, instantly finding his prostate.
Spencer screamed his nails digging into Justin's chest. “What’s wrong, whore? Can’t take it? Rick took me without complaining.”
"F-forgot how good you felt, Daddy," Spencer whimpered. “Yeah, baby? Fuck, all yours…”
"Mark me, daddy. Claim my body as yours and only yours,"
Justin didn’t have to be told twice as he dug his nails into Spencer’s hips, being sure to leave a deep mark.
Spencer's moans were high pitched his words describing how good he felt and how close he was.
Spencer wanted more but knew Justin would make him work for it. He couldn’t help but moan, his body shaking in pleasure.
“D-daddy. Mark me…”
"Beg for me, baby. I want to hear you scream like you used to for my cøck," “Please, Daddy. Fuck me so good you never want to go back to that slut.”
"You think you can handle it, baby. Cause I'm not going to stop even if you use the safe word,"
“Please, Daddy…don’t listen when I tell you to stop. Let me be the only hole you crave.”
Justin didn't need to be told twice as he lifted them over pushing Spencer's knees to his chest.
Spencer was willing to take anything his husband wanted, wanting to prove he was better than Ricky in every way.
Spencer moaned loudly as Justin fücked him at a hard ans quick pace. “So good, baby. So fucking tight for daddy…”
Before Spencer could reply, Justin shoved three fingers into his mouth choking the boy.
"My holes, baby. Only mine, not Remington's or Chris's, Mine!" Spencer smirked, biting down on Justin’s fingers.
“N-not yours…” He muttered, eyes rolling back.
Justin growled shoving his finger further down Spencer's throat causing him to choke.
Spencer gagged, spit falling from the corners of his mouth and covering Justin’s hand.
"Going to claim your hole until you are leaking with my cüm," Spencer nodded, clenching around his husband.
"You want that, baby. Been months since you took my cüm. You hole so needy it's clenching around me," Justin grunts.
All Spencer could do was moan, feeling his hole becoming wetter as each minute passed.
"Fûck, baby," Justin grunts as he continues to fück Spencer as he paints his hole white with his seed.
“So needy, daddy…” "Love your hole so much. When I was fücking Ricky I came thinking of you,"
“Yeah, Daddy?” Spencer questioned, wanting to tease Justin as much as he could. “I never bought of you, Daddy. Chris made me cum just by his mouth.”
Justin growled as he wrapped his hand back around Spencer's throat and squeezed tightly.
"You are a lying bitch," Justin growled. “You want proof, daddy?” Spencer whimpered, pushing himself back against the man’s cock.
"Show me proof, baby," Justin ordered. Spencer reached for his phone, scrolling through his videos.
"You took a video?" Justin was slightly impressed. “I was too busy to, daddy. Had the both at once.”
"Who filmed?" Justin asked. “Rem…fuck!” Spencer screamed, feeling his prostate being knocked dead on.
Without stopping his movements Justin took Spencer's phone finding multiple videos and pictures.
"Seems like this has been going on for a while. I know Ricky and Chris are in an open relationship and don't mind when each other sleeps with someone as long as they are told,"
Spencer whimpered, feeling his body shake with pleasure as his toes curled. “Was the b-best dick I ever had…”
"Should invite them over, baby. We all can have a good time," "Maybe next time, baby. But right now I want you to myself,"
Spencer nodded, feeling a familiar pit in his stomach. “Close, daddy…please let me cum.”
"You think you deserve to cüm, baby? You have been such a bad boy," “Please, I won’t tell you to stop…use my body until you’re satisfied.” Spencer tried, his abdomen tightening.
“Don’t take no for an answer.”
"That's the Spencer I know and love. You can cüm but don't think I'm stopping. Going to make sure you cüm multiple times before I'm finished with you,"
“Do it, Daddy.”
Justin pulled away from Spencer causing the boy to whimper from the loss of contact.
Justin ignored him as he climbed off the bed and walked over to the closet.
Spencer watched with a close eye, wondering what the other was planning. Of course, he wanted to fuel the fire.
“I don’t think there’s anything in that that Chris hasn’t used on me.”
"It's okay. I used these on Ricky last time you were out. He was screaming and cumming in seconds," Justin spoke as he grabbed the vibrator, a cøck ring, anal beads, two pair of cuffs, and a rope.
Spencer couldn’t help but growl, closing his legs. “You’ll have to force me then, Daddy. Don’t want his slutty germs anywhere near me.”
Justin chuckled devilishly as he tossed the toys on the bed and grabbed Spencer by the legs.
"I have no problem with that and you know it. And you want to talk about a slut. I'm willing to bet you fücked Chris before our wedding. I love you no matter what. I'm not innocent either as I slept with Ricky the night before,"
Spencer smirked, feeling his blood boil, but he was in no position to question anything.
“Ever asked yourself why Ricky ran afterward? He came to me and Chris.”
"I bet you knew the whole time was it was such a turn-on for you. You love the idea of me fücking another. You can try and deny it but you cøck say otherwise,"
Spencer groaned covering himself with a pillow. “What you gonna do, Daddy? Use me?”
Justin grabbed the pillow throwing it across the room before cuffing Spencer's hands together.
He tied the rope around the boy's neck tight enough to leave a mark but he was still able to breathe.
Spencer looked up, giving innocent eyes as he kicked Justin back. He wanted this, it was one of his fantasies. He knew Justin would stop if he tapped out.
Justin climbed off the bed grabbing the spacer. He was determined to make Spencer submit to him.
Spencer crossed his legs more, huffing. “You can’t make me cum, daddy.”
"We are passed that, baby. You won't he cümming tonight until I'm satisfied and then maybe I'll let you," Justin spoke as he grabbed Spencer's legs spreading them apart.
Spencer allowed this, he was willing to do whatever Justin wanted. But he couldn’t help but groan when the cock ring was placed on him.
"The only thing I want to hear from your mouth are moans. Understand me?" Justin moved in between Spencer's legs pushing back inside the boy.
Spencer nodded, biting his lips. He didn’t want to admit how much pleasure he was in. He’d wanted Justin to mark him permanently, leave his name in his skin.
"Look so pretty, baby," Justin spoke as he grabbed the other end of the rope. Spencer was about to comment, but the sudden jerk made him choke as the rope tightened.
"Don't let me hurt you," Justin spoke as he kissed Spencer's cheeks. “Cut me, Daddy.”
"You want that, baby. You want me to carve my name into your skin?" “Please, daddy. More than anything. Want everyone to know I belong to you.”
Justin nodded as he pulled away grabbing some alcohol from the bathroom before grabbing his pocket knife from his pants.
Spencer smirked as he watched, spreading his legs as far as the spacer would let him. “Thighs, daddy. Mark them as yours.
Justin poured the alcohol over the knife cleaning it with a rag before moving between Spencer's legs.
“Do it, Daddy. Ruin my body.” Justin smirked as he began carving his name into Spencer's thigh.
Spencer could t help but scream out, loving the pain. Blood soaked the white sheets below them but neither cared at the moment.
“Look at you, baby. Look so pretty all bloody for Daddy.” Spencer whimpered his cøck leaking between his legs.
“Cum for me, baby.” "Please Daddy touch me or something. I want to feel you, "
Justin threw the knife across the room after he was finished, pushing Spencer's legs to his chest before pushing back in.
Justin's thrusts were urgent slamming deep with each stroke causing Spencer to scream out in pleasure.
Justin found a quick pace, collecting some blood on his fingers, and helping himself to a taste.
"Taste so sweet, baby," Justin spoke as he collected more. "Here have a taste," Before Spencer could reject Justin shoved his finger into his mouth.
He couldn’t stop gagging at the flavor, swirling his tongue around Justin’s fingers.
Justin removed his fingers and leaned down and locked their lips for a heated kiss.
Spencer loved this and he couldn’t help but moan onto the kiss as he came hard.
Justin smirked as he pulled away from the kiss. He reached for Spencer's phone taking a picture.
Spencer gave innocent eyes, knowing he’d show everyone he hooked up with. "Should send this to Chris and Remington, "
“Do it, Daddy. Show them who I belong to.”
Justin didn't have to be told twice as he sent the photo to them before tossing the phone to the side turning his attention back to Spencer.
“Had enough of me yet, daddy?” "Just getting started, baby," Justin smirked. Spencer nodded, feeling his body twitch.
The bed creaked below them as Justin fück Spencer like an animal in heat. Spencer knew his body was giving up but he didn’t want to admit it.
Justin knew he was going to cum soon from how much Spencer was clenching around him.
“Inside me, Daddy. R-reclaim my hole as yours…” Justin grunts his body shaking as he comes deep inside the boy.
Spencer knew he couldn’t take anymore, the spacer killing his legs.
Once he came down from his height he pulled away from the boy watching as his cüm leaked from his hole.
“Such a slut.” "So pretty," Justin spoke as he ran his finger along Spencer's entrance pushing two inside him.
Spencer couldn’t stop the groan that slipped past his lips, pulling at the cuffs.
"So hopeless, baby. Just how you want it," Justin added a third finger fücking the boy open.
“Hurts…” Spencer whimpered. He knew Justin would stop if he wanted him to. "Say the word, baby. If you want me to stop,"
“Stop, Daddy…can’t take anymore.” Justin nodded removing his fingers. He undid the rope and cuffs.
Spencer grabbed his husband, pulling him close. “Bath?” "Please,"
The end.