Chapter 4

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As if Zeke's eyes weren't teary enough more droplets flooded his eyes, blurring his vision of Justin. He made a slight high pitch cry, but. Not enough to be considered a painful cry. If anything the blond quite liked it, because to him degrading was a turn-on. He supposed he deserved it because of what he did to his husband, but maybe it was a little too extreme.

"J-Jus-"

His voice faded out. Zeke broke out into shivers as his body is immensely hot, so hot that he might have a fever. Of course, he didn't have a fever it was only the effect of the pill doing its' job.

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Justin took his chance and thrust all his fingers inside of Zeke's ass. Leaning forward, he kissed his stomach leaving hickey marks on his waistline.

"You like that Zeke? You want me to fuck you till the pill wears off?"

Justin already knew his answer, being in situations like this was Zeke's turn on, his fantasies he wrote about.

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The blond nodded frantically over and over. He wanted Justin, he wanted him even if it would only hurt both of them at the end of the day. The reason why because it was the pill talking rather than Zeke himself.

"Y-Yes!" He screamed.

Moving his hips on his own, he tried to find more friction and satisfaction. It was quite shamefully, the blond was unraveling piece by piece in front of the man that was supposed to help him as his husband.

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Holding his hips still in both hands, Justin positioned himself at his entrance, slowly poking it with his cock. Justin knew he was teasing him when he said.

"Good, because I will let you have me. But it is just a taste of how I feel."

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Zeke moaned softly, as he squirmed behind the man. He wanted the man so badly, he didn't care much about what he was saying. Zeke wanted to be embraced by him, and wear off the pill. Anything to stop the torture he was dealing with.

"Justin hurry… Please hurry."

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Justin took his chance and thrust deep into Zeke. Stealing the rest of the air that was in Zeke's lungs, forcing it all out with his manic thrusting.

"Zeke do not cum, or I will drug you up more"

Justin spoke through gritted teeth. He was mad and horny as hell. The only thing keeping him sane at the moment was fucking his husband with a fraction of his anger.

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That was easier said than done. Zeke knew he was far too sensitive and not to mention, drowning in the heat of the drug. He heard somewhat of what his husband said and half nodded his understanding.

"God yes! Please!"

His body shuddered in delight accepting the other almost instantly. There was a slight strike of pain but that easily dissolved into pleasure.

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Justin kept thrusting animalistic into his bride, as he took his anger out more. Making his husband feel every inch of anger he had boiling in him. Continuing to thrust deeper inside of him, as he felt Zeke's ass stretch around his cock, from the punishing thrusts.

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Zeke closed his eyes and moaned. Over time, his moans became into short pants from the speed of thrusting his husband was going. He could feel Justin's anger. It was the opposite of how we were normally treated during sex, it was rough. Not that the blond was opposed to it, it rather quite liked it but at the same time not. He was too far lost to even protest and put up a fight about it.

"Mmmh! Yes!" Zeke cried out.

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The man had lost it, holding nothing back on his chained husband. He thrust three hard times into him and came right inside of him after. Without, giving him time to recover he pulled out and put his clothes back on.

"I really hate you. I hope you know that."

Once Justin's clothes were on correctly he laid on his back next to his husband. He hated his action and the way he made him feel after every time he cheated. But he still did love the man. Was it the right way to feel?

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Zeke panted, he had come moments before his husband did. He felt better, his headless fuzzy.

"I-I sorry l-love" He whispered horsily.

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Justin got mad because he realized what Zeke did. He didn't obey and he came when he told him not to. He narrowed his eyes at him and stood up from the bed.

"One order, and you couldn't hold back?" Disbelief flashed throw his eyes. As he went back to the cabinet and retrieved another pill. Walking back to his husband he opened the water bottle.

"Open your mouth again." He said irritated.

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The blond didn't. He couldn't and wouldn't. He would put up a struggle. Well he thought he could at least. There was a major difference between how his mind thought and how his physical strength actually was at the moment. He had very little of it, both of them.

"J-Justin please, I'm sorry. I- it was an accident. Please don't make me take another one." Zeke pleaded.

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"Zeke I am only telling you this once more. Open your mouth so you can take this pill or you will see a side of me you never want to see."

Justin moved closer holding the blond's jaw in his hand and the pill in the other. He waited for Zeke to respond by opening his mouth. The more he waited the more anger waves flooded off him.

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The blond hesitated for a moment and thought back to earlier that morning. Would he hit him again? Would he go beyond that and cause him further injuries? He had his doubts but then again he wasn't in the right frame of mind and he didn't want to push his luck. But he also didn't want to take another dosage just to have himself screwed up again. It was hard, but he came to the decision. Zeke didn't want to be drugged again so Zeke refused to open his mouth.

His jaw tightened as he made his choice. He wavered after that wondering if he had made the right choice refusing his husband for the first time… Well ever. The blond always gave him what he wanted, whatever he asked. And now, here he laid, refusing him. Just like that.