Page 72 of Justice For Me

Edging closer, he admired the chiseled physiques that were ripped and cut with lean muscles. Their flat stomachs were hard planes of six pack abs and they each had the sexy V decorating their hips, pointing to their hardened cocks. Their chests were goldenly tanned and hairless, their nipples an erotic raspberry color.

“You both agree to me filming this?” Emilio asked softly as he teased the length of Justice’s cock with the tip of the flogger he held in his hand. The boy’s stomach muscles quivered but he held his position like a perfect slave.

“Yes, sir,” they both answered obediently. “In exchange for the address where we will find Nicholas,” Jasper added.

The flogger left Justice’s cock and moved to caress Jasper’s heavy and hanging balls. A seductive exhale slipped from Jasper’s parted lips but it sounded as loud as a bomb exploding to Justice. He watched as Emilio pushed a button on the remote he held in his other hand and a blinking red light came to life on the cameras Emilio had positioned all around the bed…their stage.

This was really going to happen, he and Jasper were about to barter their bodies…fuck one another…allow themselves to be fucked and probably tortured. He tried to remain clam as his eyes kept drifting to his right, seeing Jasper quiver and moan as Emilio’s flogger continued to tease his cock and balls, sometimes gentle taps…always followed by firm smacks that sounded obscenely arousing.

“Perfect, boys,” Emilio cooed as he sauntered around them, preening for the cameras.

His kind eyes were no fucking where to be found at the moment. It wasn’t exactly lust he saw swirling around in the dark eyes. It was something else…something more desperate.

“For the first part of the video, I want Malachi’s pet to suck Angel’s cock while I fuck his ass with one of my favorite toys. Agreed?”

“Why are you doing this, Emilio? This isn’t you,” Jasper said softly.

Justice glanced over at the boy that had survived hell for nine months of his life, been sexually tortured in every deviant way imaginable and still walked away from it…only to willingly return in order to try and destroy Nicholas. It wasn’t for himself, Justice was sure of that. If it had just been for him, he’d ordered Malachi to kill him the night they captured the bastard. No, Jasper was doing this to save their family. If Jasper could do it, then so could he.

Shit, he couldn’t do it.

Jasper looked calm. Justice could see his own heart pounding, causing his chest to bump at an irregular beat.

Emilio chuckled. “Why on earth would you think this isn’t me, Angel? You’ve seen me at many of Victor’s functions, enjoying the treats he provided to his guests. Just because I never enjoyed you doesn’t mean I didn’t want to…that I’m not capable of pushing your limits to the extreme. Why on earth would you have been foolish enough to risk coming here, alone and unarmed, to ask such a ridiculous favor of me? Victor always bragged of how smart you were, but I’m beginning to wonder.”

“We are both here to protect what we love. We didn’t see another way, knew we couldn’t wait because Nicholas would be moving fast, gathering old allies from his life before prison. We love, so we protect. If you loved someone, you would do the same, I’m sure.”

“Love is foolish, almost as foolish as this stupid stunt you boys have pulled. Now, let’s get started. I don’t have all night.”

Justice watched, noting that Jasper had hit a mark with Emilio. The man’s calm indifference was suddenly shaken…but the waiver didn’t last long.

Turning his attention back to Justice, Emilio ordered, “Stroke yourself while I play with Angel.” When he obviously didn’t move fast enough to suit the man, Emilio snapped the head of his cock with the flogger and said, louder, more harshly this time, “Stroke your pretty cock while I play.”

His cock stinging and a frown on his face, Justice unlaced his hands and curled his right hand around the base of his bloody hard length. As ordered, he played with a lazy rhythm as his eyes watched Emilio play with the toy next to him. It was wickedly erotic to watch Jasper’s skin turn a pretty shade of pink following the flogger’s snap…snap…snap.

“Fuck, Angel. Malachi’s boy likes to watch.”

Jasper glanced in his direction, blue eyes heavy with what was surely fake arousal. When Jasper looked into his eyes, Justice felt every drop of oxygen rush from his lungs. He stroked his entire length, from base to the swollen head. His eyes locked with Jasper as they both forced their bodies to submit to what had to be done. Jasper’s words of warning about having to become someone you didn’t want to be suddenly made perfect since. He would be Angel again…just for a while.

Emilio stepped back. “Make this worth my risk, boys. Show me how you two pretties play with each other. If this video is good enough, we may all find what we are looking for.”

Justice felt his heart begin to pound in alarm. He was confused. He was fucking scared because so much depended on him being able to please Emilio…and he didn’t think he could do it. He was submissive…new to this sexual game. Malachi had always led him, taught him what he needed to know. Jasper was submissive…

Jasper turned toward him, moving his body until they were facing one another…so close their cocks almost touched one another. Justice knew his eyes had to be rolling around like a horse caught in a fire, he was about to lose it. Without Malachi’s dominance, he would be worthless.

“Close your fucking eyes, Justice,” Jasper ordered softly, his voice sounding strangely strong and calming.

Pale blue eyes fluttered wildly but didn’t close. “I don’t think I can…”

Jasper grabbed him roughly, wrapping his hand tightly around the back of his neck and Justice immediately felt the wild thundering of his pulse. He wanted to jerk back when Jasper leaned in closer, kissing the top of his shoulder, up his neck, and then tugged at his ear lobe but found himself held tight.

“For Malachi,” Jasper whispered in his ear. “Close your eyes and hide if you need to. It’ll be alright, I promise.”

“Oh, fuck…” Justice panted, clenching his eye lids tightly together and struggling to drag a proper breath into his burning lungs. The blessed darkness helped ease some of his terror.

“Good boy,” Jasper complimented in the huskiest voice known to man. “Keep them closed.”

Justice felt Jasper shift closer to him and this time, their cocks did bounce into one another. He felt a finger, strong and sure, rub the tip of his cock, swirling around the head and then tracing a line, wet with his own fluids, under the thick ridge and back up again. He gasped loudly.

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