Newly-wed: Bred by My Husband
NSFW/Dubcon: William and Michael's honeymoon has begun, and their first moments together as husbands is christened by a hungry cock in an eager hole. William takes advantage of their newly-wed "happily ever after".
William carried Michael through the bridal suite’s entrance with the petite man’s arms wrapped around his neck. Michael’s skin vibrated as if he were a virgin awaiting his first intimate moment. William loosened his grip, letting his husband slip ever so slightly out of his arms; he yelped as he clutched him tighter.
“Why are you like this?” Michael asked, fluttering his feet. He pouted. “You can’t be trusted.”
William laughed, replying, “The closer you are to me, the easier it is for me to take advantage.”
Michael breathed in his ear. “What are you going on about?” He jolted when his husband, his dominant top, crept his hand over his dick, hiding beneath his suit pants. “Wait! Put me down! I’m not ready! I’m — ” His shouts were muffled as William clasped his hand over his mouth, covering his nose as well; his wedding ring glimmered on his finger. Michael’s face turned red, and his dick hardened. He was cradled in his husband’s arms, unable to rebel.
William pinched his husband’s nose, cutting off his air supply. He whimpered as his eyes rolled back. “If you keep yelling like that, the whole hotel will hear you,” he warned. The dominant top’s gaze was wild, yet composed. “In a moment, I’ll strip you bare, lay you on the bed, and breed you like my newly-wed husband should be bred. You don’t want the public to see that display, do you?”
Michael grappled his arms tighter around his neck, and squirmed in midair. William unplugged his nose and removed his palm long enough for him to protest: “The door — ” Again, William pinched his nose, cupping his hand over his mouth like glue.
William bit Michael’s ear, then whispered, “Close it? No, I don’t think I will.” As he dug his fingers into his husband’s thigh, the dominant top ordered: “Unzip your pants. Show me how you wrapped my package.”
Michael gasped for air as his dominant released his gag. The submissive man panted while his dick wetted his pants, soaked through. He managed a distraught, “No!” William stopped him, tightening his grip against his mouth and nose.
“We’ll play this game until you comply. Give up, honey, and do as I say; I always get what I want.”
Michael struggled as his skin heated up. His moans were growing louder by the second; he was bound to attract onlookers. William growled in his ear; the order wasn’t loud, but it was insistent: “Unzip your pants before I pull you into the hall and fuck you myself!” His submissive shook his head, closing his eyes as he whimpered. William warned: “Better hurry — you’re running out of air.” He chuckled. Michael, face tinted purple, reached between his legs and unzipped his crisp, white chinos. As he unbuttoned them, lace peeked out from underneath.
William allowed him to breathe, then gagged him. “Take them off. I want to see my gift.”
Michael complied, his trembling hands sliding his pants over his hips and down his thighs. Covering his bulge was a thin, white lace pair of panties; his erection lay pinned beneath the lace. William ran his fingers under his ass, feeling the fabric creep over his puckered hole. “A thong? How can I unwrap a present when I already know what it is? Are you teasing me?”
Michael’s arms went limp, and finally William let him breathe. Clenching his jaw, he kissed him, then carried him to the king-sized mattress against the wall; the bed was far from the open entrance. Michael whimpered weakly: “The — door…”
“No. Let them see. What have I to hide, my husband’s beautifully round ass, or maybe his eager cock?” William wrapped his fingers around Michael’s throat, covered by a tight turtleneck. “When I look at you, I know angels exist. Why shouldn’t I flaunt you in front of anyone I want?”
“Will, you can’t do this to me,” Michael whispered. “I don’t want to be seen as a whore.”
“How can you be a whore when you’re my husband?” William asked as his fingers undid the diamond buttons holding together Michael’s turtleneck; the silky white fabric clutched his throat. He unbuttoned his vest and then his shirt, removing all of his garments until all that was left was the lace thong and a slim bra covering his perky nipples.
“Don’t look. It’s humiliating…” Michael was almost in tears. William gently pressed his lips on his cheek, then caressed his face. “You don’t need to be embarrassed when we’re together. You’ll be entertaining me for the rest of our lives.”
The dominant top ordered: “Don’t move. Let me do the work.” William traveled down Michael’s torso until his lips grazed his erection. He covered the tip with his mouth, wetting the lace thong. Hand gripping his dick, he moved the fabric from overtop. His slick tongue glided up his shaft, then down again. Michael clenched the sheets between his fingers as he bit his lip. William wrapped his lips around his husband’s package. Michael’s smooth skin tasted delectable like cotton candy, the favorable taste of his lotion. The submissive bottom whimpered as William sucked both balls into his mouth. He twirled his tongue as saliva pooled beneath his chin. He took the liquid in his palm and rubbed it on his husband’s hole. Pressing two fingers inside, he spread his ass open. Michael’s rim was loose as if he’d pounded himself with a thick cock.
William lifted Michael’s hips so his ass was pointed toward the ceiling. With his thumbs, he spread his hole open. William spit out his submissive’s package, letting a waterfall of saliva flood into his wide hole. “Hold it in. Wait for me to fill you.”
William’s gaze burrowed deep inside his ass, his soft skin pristine and pink. The saliva moved in tiny waves in his well. William’s heart raced as he realized his new husband prepared his body for him before their wedding ceremony. “Your body is a temple, and I come to worship the one who owns it. God, you really are the perfect man. I’m lucky to have you.”
Michael, water beading in the corners of his eyes, covered his mouth and looked away. His dominant husband smiled with a gleaming stare. His submissive’s body exuded innocence as he glowed like a gem. He was golden. William pressed his knee into the mattress, and rested Michael’s ass on his groin. He loosened and removed his black tie, letting his suit jacket slip past his shoulders and hang from his elbows as he unbuttoned his shirt. The loose fabric revealed his fit form, his sculpted v-shaped torso. Tan skin demonstrated how often he spent his time outside; he rarely wore a shirt on his runs.
His suit, piece by piece, dropped to the floor, and soon his pants were unzipped. He outstretched his arm and requested: “Hands, my love.” Michael shook his head. “No. I can’t. What if someone sees?”
“Please? I want to see that pretty blue gaze. I want to watch your mouth fall open, and your eyes roll back into your head.” William persuaded. Michael gave him his hands, and with his leather belt, William fastened his husbands wrists together. “Keep them over your head, and don’t cover your face.”
The door was still open when William pulled his cock from his pants, which drooped down his sculpted ass. Michael’s eyes widened as his erection pushed inside him. The dominant top shuttered, and his voice trembled: “You’re so loose. I can’t explain just how — good — your hole feels around my cock.”
Michael moaned as he began sliding in and out of him. “I used a size larger than your — cock.”
William picked up the pace. “Exactly how big?”
“Nine inches, and larger than my hands could hold. I had to shove the dildo in with both to keep a handle on it.”
William chuckled. “You do have small hands.” He slammed his dick deep inside; over and over he rammed him until finally Michael yelped so loudly it caught someone’s attention in the hall.
“Is everything ok in there?”
“This is the bridal suite!” William shouted as Michael looked up at him in shock. His eyes watered even more as his top continued pounding him. “We’re newly weds and we’re fucking! What do you think is happening?”
The hall was eerily quiet, and suddenly the slamming of a heavy door echoed. William hung his head when he felt a gust of wind breeze pass his broad shoulders. “Guess he wasn’t impressed.”
Michael, red in the face, fumed, slapping his chest. “I could kill you, I swear!”
William didn’t care. He pounded his cock harder, forcing yelps out of Michael. The submissive bottom was jolted up and down, his erection bouncing against his abdomen. The lace was tight around his petite muscles; the thong barely held on. The stress built, and Michael’s hungry cock shot his pleasure across his chest. He panted as he covered his face with his bound hands. Exhausted, he shimmied his hips backwards, slipping his husbands cock halfway out of his hole.
“Where do you think you’re going? I’m not done with you yet.” William grunted, digging his fingers into his husbands waist. Michael shrieked as he yanked his hips foreward, shoving himself deeper inside him. As he rammed him like an animal in a rut, his submissive husband shouted, “I already came! Give me a break! I already — ” Michael’s breathing hitched, and he groaned as another line of cum covered his chest, this time reaching his face. The thick liquid entered his mouth, covering his tongue.
William didn’t stop, feeling his husband’s hole clench around him every time he came. The build to his climax was a slow burn, forcing Michael to endure multiple orgasms. “Please — Will — I can’t — Don’t make me —" Another and another, back to back, causing Michael to break down into tears. “It’s too much…” he cried weakly.
William pressed his submissive’s legs together, slamming himself deeper inside one more time. As he held his breath, loads of cum poured into his husband. The liquid filled him like a glass, overflowing from his hole. William exhaled as calm overcame his entire body. With eyes closed he listened to Michael pant and sniffle. His submissive wriggled his wrists, begging to be untied.
William, holding Michael’s legs over his shoulder, reached for his bound hands. He massaged his palms, pressing his fingers deep into his skin. He kissed his hands, asking, “Are you tired?”
Michael hummed and nodded his head. William slipped his dick out of his hole, watching his seed seep out of his submissive’s loose ass. He left him on the mattress for a moment to grab a towel from the bathroom. He drew a bath for his husband then picked him up from the bed. As he carried him to the couple’s tub, he snuggled his head against his forehead. Michael was laid in the warm, sudsy water, lace bra and thong still clinging to his soft body. William untied his wrists, throwing the belt to the tile floor. He whispered softly: “Our three week honeymoon is more than enough time to breed you.” William gave a gentle kiss on Michael’s forehead, and said, “By the time I’m done with you, all you’ll taste is me on your tongue; your hole will beg to be filled, and I’ll shove myself into you as much as you want.”
Michael sighed as he took his husband’s hand and placed it against his cheek. “You’re going to kill me.”
William kissed him and smiled. “Til death do us part.”
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