by MLJ Quigg
“I’m joking. Seriously? You think I’d do that to you? I would never want to hurt you in any way. I love you taking my cock… slow… fast… doesn’t really matter to me as long as I get to fuck you constantly.”
“Now you’ve got me all horny again. Fuck me. I want to feel that nice hard, thick, and long cock all the way inside me.”
I had grown harder the more he talked, and by the time he was finished, I was rock-hard even though I’d only just had him. I ran my hand down his body and traced the contours of his muscles on his stomach. I loved his body and showed him every chance I got.
“God, you’re so gorgeous. You are a man’s wet dream. Well, you’re mine, but I think you forgot who’s in charge. Looks like I’ll have to punish you. Close your eyes and do not move.”
I quickly went into the walk-in robe and grabbed my bag. I opened it and took a length of red silk rope, a blindfold, and a flogger. I stealthily stalked back to the bed and saw he still had his eyes closed. Good boy.
I placed them gently on the bed and traced my fingers down his chest and played with his piercings. He started to breathe heavier. I took one hand and grabbed the blindfold and placed it over his eyes. “You comfortable there?” I asked gauging his reaction.
“Yes, all good.”
I took his wrists and pulled them together then raised them above his head. “Leave them there.”
“Yes.”
I grabbed the rope and tied his wrists together then attached the rope to the slats on the headboard. Once he was secure, I took my time and ran my hand down his body once again. He relaxed, and I knew then I could continue. I took the flogger and gently ran it down the path I travelled with my hand. I lifted it and lightly slapped his chest and down his legs. I laid the flogger on the bed and grabbed his legs and flipped him onto his stomach. I retook the flogger and started on his back, arse, and thighs. I gave him a few warm-up flicks on his arse, and when it was nice and pink, I whipped him six times, each flick becoming harder and harder. The last time being the hardest, and by the end, he was nice and red. I ran my hand over the marks massaging the globes of his arse. He was so relaxed and pliant.
“How do you feel, babe?” I asked checking in on him.
“Really good,” he replied softly.
“You’re not to come until I tell you. Do you understand me?”
“Yes, I understand.”
Good, that’s what I wanted. I wanted him to be right on the edge. He was not going to come. Yet. I flipped him over to his back, and he groaned as I slid my hand over his cock and down to his balls. I took them in my hand, rolled and gently squeezed them as I ran my mouth down the path I’d taken before. I moved, so I was between his legs as he opened them for me and slid down the bed so my mouth was at his cock.
I licked the end and slid my tongue along the sides of him as he started taking shallower breaths. I took his cock in my hand and began stroking it in a firm grip as I took the end of his cock in my mouth deeper and deeper. He started bucking his hips, and soon I had his whole length in my mouth. The second he reached my throat, I swallowed, and he groaned more. I took my hand from his balls and ran it down to his hole. I slid my finger inside slowly then back out. He bucked harder, and I did it again and again. I added another finger and continued gradually. I moved my fingers around and pushed against his prostate, he gasped.
“Please, please, please, let me come? I need it so badly. Please,” he started begging and pleading.
I gave it a little longer and then gruffly commanded, “Come.”
Gliding my hand up his torso, I played with his nipple piercings and pulled on them harder. I took his cock in my mouth again and sucked it so hard that he shot his load on my command. I swallowed his release and licked the end of his softening cock capturing the end of his release.
I raised up his body, and I pulled his legs around my hips and lined him up sliding inside him taking him in one go. I groaned at the amazing feeling of him surrounding me as I pumped in and out, fucking him harder and harder. He moaned and told me he was going to come again, and I matched his thrusts. As soon as he started tightening on my cock, I grabbed his cock and stroked it in time with my thrusts, and he came with a blinding scream. I kissed him to muffle the sounds and groaned as I came deep inside of him. We continued kissing as we came down from the high we are both floating on. I untied his hands and lifted the blindfold, and he blinked up at me with bleary eyes. I rubbed his wrists and brought them to my mouth and kissed them both. I kissed up his shoulder and neck and then on the mouth softly.
“How do you make me come so many times? I can’t keep up,” he panted out in shallow breaths.
“I could ask the same thing,” I replied while panting myself.
I pulled him to me, and he cuddled into my side. He was so comfortable that he was nearly asleep.
“How about we have an engagement party the week after Tiny moves into the new house?” I asked.
“Sounds good. I’m not worried if we even have one. When do you want to get married?”
“How about the end of the year. Around September? I like the idea of a springtime wedding. What do you think?”
“I love that. I will change my name by deed poll after the ceremony. I want to be Dave Williams. It has a nice ring to it.”
“Certainly does, babe. How about we get some sleep, and we will talk about this properly after the engagement?” I asked.
“Yep. I’m knackered. I love you, Mike.”
“I love you, too, Dave.”
I came out of my musings and smiled at the memory of the previous night.
“What has you smiling so big?” Tiny asked from the doorway.
I hadn’t even realised she was there—sneaky woman.
“Just reminiscing about last night. I asked Dave to marry me. He accepted.”
“I know, and I’m so happy for both of you.”
“Hold on! Can you hold on for a second, Tiny? I want to talk to you, but I have to make a quick phone call. Come and sit down,” I insisted. She did and smiled at me while I picked up my phone and dialled a number.
“Hey, boss. What’s up?” Tweety wondered.
“Can you come to my office for a bit, please?”
“Sure, be there shortly,” Tweety agreed.
I chatted to Tiny for a few minutes while we waited for Tweety to arrive. He came into the room and closed the door behind him and sat down in the chair beside Tiny.
“Okay, guys, you know I asked Dave to marry me, and we were thinking of having a wedding in September this year. We want to have an engagement party next weekend, but I want to surprise Dave with a wedding ceremony. I would like to see it be a surprise and have the two of you as our witnesses. I know Dave wouldn’t have anyone but you, Tiny, and I’d like you, Tweety, to stand by my side. What do you say? Will you do this for us?” I questioned.
“Absolutely. I’m in. I’d be honoured,” Tweety replied smiling hugely.
“Same. I would be honoured. I’d love to stand next to you guys committing to each other,” Tiny gushed.
“Okay. We have to keep it between the three of us. I’ll organise everything and keep the two of you in the loop. Thank you so much for this. I couldn’t have asked for two better people to stand with us.”
“Anytime,” Tiny agreed.
“Same, man, anytime,” Tweety said.
They end up leaving my office with huge smiles while chatting with each other.
I researched celebrants and made enquires on the process for a gay wedding. I wanted the world to know that this was the man I picked, and I wanted to spend the rest of my life with him. Or we could just elope and go to Vegas and get married. Nah. I really wanted it here. I would have to talk to Dave and get his input on the sly without him knowing the real reason.
It was going to be a busy time for all of us over the next four weeks. This weekend we were moving Tiny and the family officially to the new house. Our engagement-wedding, the weekend after, and then the weeken
d after that was the triplets’ thirteenth birthday. After all of that, things should settle down for a while, and personally, I couldn’t wait.
Tiny had finally finished with rehab and had made a full recovery physically. Mentally was another matter entirely. She would need a shitload of therapy and help over the coming years. She had already started seeing a therapist, and I knew it would be a long time until she was a semblance of her old self. We would all stick by her side and do anything we could to help ease her burden. It had taken longer for her arm to heal, but her pole dancing was strengthening her muscles and helping her fitness. She was really good from what Dave had said, and had advanced very quickly on her health. I couldn’t be prouder of the woman she’d become. Even though you could see the darkness in her eyes, it was slowly receding, and she was gradually becoming her old self again. I knew she’d never be the same, but a piece of her was still there. We just had to be patient and bring her back slowly.
Mike
We arrived at Tiny’s new house, and it was a massive place that was absolutely gorgeous. It was a two-story home. Well, it could have been three stories. It was hard to explain in words, but the basement-ground floor, yeah, we would call it that, had a four-car garage and a two-room apartment on that level which Richard and Mary were going to use.
The ground floor was an opulent area which contained the open-plan kitchen, lounge, and family room. The area was massive with floor-to-ceiling windows on two of the four sides. The floor was a white marble tile, and the walls were painted in an off-white almost grey. The paintings on the wall blended well but added colour the area needed. From the ceiling hung large dangling light fittings which sparkled their brilliance onto the walls.
The kitchen was all steel and marble with built-in appliances and a large coffee nook which overlooked an area of the garden where a fountain was sprinkling water over a rock pond.
Off to the right was the study and laundry, and to the left was a guestroom which had an ensuite.
Upstairs were five bedrooms and three bathrooms. The bathrooms were stunning on their own, but the ensuite in Tiny’s bedroom had to be seen to be believed. A large spa stood in one corner and dazzled in white, while the tiles inside the two-person shower were a sparkling silver. The whole area was glitz and glamour. She had a walk-in robe, which honestly, was the size of a small bedroom. What I noticed was the massive line-up of shoes to be packed away. I guessed all women loved them.
Tiny fell in love with the house as soon as she saw it, and honestly, I didn’t blame her, it was a fucking nice house. The move to the new house had been an eye-opener for all of us. There was so much shit. You don’t realise how many years of accumulated items you have until you move. They had to get two huge removal trucks. I think Tiny must have chucked out over half her stuff just from her room alone and still, she had a whole roomful. She had so many clothes she had either saved to be passed on to Madilyn or given to charity, and she still had a closet full in her new house. We got the trucks unpacked in no time at all, and the guys and I started to unpack the boxes with Mary. She was not feeling well as she had come down with a cold, and she looked like shit. Poor woman. I hoped she got better soon. We ended up making her stay on the lounge and directing us where to put everything. Richard was with some of the guys setting up the bedrooms with Claire, Lisa, Johnathon, and Harlow helping the kids. Claire’s room was next to Madilyn’s room, with Jackson and Connor on the other side. Emma had been asleep the entire time we had been here and was settled in her stroller. Man, she was a good baby. Even with all the noise, she hadn’t woken up.
Tiny was in the kitchen with some guys setting that up. After they finished, she would be fixing up her room.
We finished the house before we knew it, and were all sitting around in the lounge relaxing. Harlow brought the stroller in and set it up in the corner to watch Emma. Tiny ordered pizzas for all of us, and we were waiting for them to arrive.
“I’m knackered. But man, this is a nice house, Tiny. You did well, woman.”
“Thanks, Tweety. I love this place. Not that I didn’t like the old one. But this one is all mine.”
“Plus, we’re closer to the school, and we have Claire with us full time now,” Jackson stated.
“I can’t believe you kids are in high school. Seems like only yesterday you were born. I can’t believe how big you kids are getting. Oh God, I feel so old all of a sudden.” Tiny sighed.
“Jesus Christ, Monique. You’re not old. I know what you mean about the kids, though. I was thinking the same thing. They were so small when they were born, now look at them. You boys are going to be very tall,” Dave declared.
“Their dad is, or was, six foot three. I imagine they will be as tall if not taller. Sorry, Maddi. Looks like you might be stuck being short,” Tiny reasoned.
“Yeah, I know, but then again, great things come in small packages.” Madilyn chuckled then smiled.
“That they do, shorty. Luckily, you take after your mum. I don’t know if I could handle anymore looking like him,” Tiny agreed.
“The boys can’t be that much alike, can they? I see a lot of you in them, Tiny,” Tweety insisted.
“You think that, but they are Derrick clones. Seriously, they are. Hold on, I’ll show you.”
Tiny got up and walked over to the shelf and grabbed a photo album, and she came back and opened it while smiling at the picture she was looking at. Smiling sadly, she traced her finger over the image for a couple of seconds. A faraway look came over her face, and she stayed like that for a moment, then shook herself out of it and turned the album toward Tweety and showed him the photograph.
“Holy shit. Okay, I was wrong. They are clones.” Tweety nodded looking at the picture.
“Told you.” She chuckled.
The album was passed around, and everyone had a look. They all agreed that they looked like their father. It finally got to Dave, and I looked over his shoulder in shock. Wow, they do look like him and he kinda looks like Chris Hemsworth. Totally fucking hot. Jesus Christ, I sound like a fucking school girl with her first crush. Didn’t matter, though, I’m more than happy with what I have. Dave’s way better anyway.
“You boys are going to have the girls chasing after you so badly,” Bazza declared.
“Yeah, I know. Don’t remind me. Dreading all of them having partners when they’re older.” Tiny sighed.
“Oh, come on, Mum. Really. Dreading? Anyway, that’s years down the track. I just want to have fun and not be thinking about girls. They’re annoying,” Connor commented.
“You say that now but wait till your older, I bet you’ll have a change of heart. It’ll all be about girls,” Tiny insisted.
The doorbell rang, and Tiny stood to answer it. She came back with about ten pizzas and put them all on the coffee table. We all descended like vultures, and in no time at all, they were gone. I was pleasantly full and sat back with my arm around Dave bringing him into my side. I leant over and kissed the top of his head when he put his head on my shoulder.
“Man, I wish they did party pizzas here. That’s one thing I miss about Adelaide,” Tiny said on a sigh. “Big arse pizza,” she muttered dreamily to herself.
“What the fuck is a party pizza?” Bazza asked.
“Huge-ass pizza. It’s like double the size of a large one. They’re eighteen inches or something like that. I think it has like eighteen slices, and they are cut into squares,” Richard commented.
I looked at Dave and raised an eyebrow asking him if it was the truth. He got my meaning and smiled nodding his head.
“It’s true, they’re huge,” he replied.
“I’ll take your word for it.”
“Is there anything else you need help with, Monique?” Dave inquired.
“Nah, I think we have everything under control for now. Thanks for your help, everyone. You’ve been a massive help today,” she said to us all.
“You’re welcome, hon. You need any help in the future, we’re the men to ca
ll,” Bazza stated.
She smiled and nodded her head. I could see that the day was taking a toll on Mary and noticed I wasn’t the only one who was watching her. Richard was on the ball and announced he was going to take his sexy as fuck—his words not mine—woman to lie down and make sure she got better.
We all nodded and said our goodbyes, and they made their way to their apartment downstairs. After they had gone, we relaxed and had a well-deserved beer and chatted for a while. Harlow and Tweety were snuggled up on the lounge and looked comfortable. They were whispering in each other’s ears and smiling at each other.
The triplets were getting tired too. They were trying to fight it, but you could see they were on the downward spiral to bedtime.
They all decided they’d had enough, said their goodnights, and made their way upstairs to their rooms. Claire decided to go to bed too, and joined them. She was still very shy around all of us, and very quiet, but she was slowly letting people in.
Pretty soon, Lisa and Johnathon were yawning, and we decided to take them home. We all said our good nights, and all the guys decided to do the same and leave Tiny and her family to it. We would all see her on Monday at work and catch up then.
Tweety was staying with us for the time being. He hadn’t left Harlow’s side, and I honestly couldn't be happier for the both of them. They seemed to be very happy with each other, and I’d never seen Tweety smile as much as I did when he was with her.
We made our way to the car, and after a short drive, we arrived home. Tweety’s car pulled into the garage next to my car, and we all made our way inside. Just as we’re past the door to go inside, a phone started ringing. We all go to grab our phones, but it was Johnathon’s ringing.
He looked at the screen and growled low. “What the fuck does he want?” He slid to answer it and brought it to his ear. “What the hell do you want? “No, I will not put her on the phone. She doesn’t want to talk to you and neither do Harlow or I.” He listened to the other end. “No. Listen to me…. No… I’m only going to say this once. You will never hurt her again. I don’t care. You’ve caused this family enough drama. You will never come near any of us again. You’re dead to us. I’m blocking this number, and in future, I will only answer the phone for people programmed into it. Leave us alone.” He listened then growled into the phone. “If you do, I’ll kill you myself.” He hung up and looked at us. “Mum, I think you need to sit down, you, too, Harlow. Tweety take Emma,” he said.
