Alfie Abused

by Heather Mar-Gerrison

  I leaned away slightly so I could look at him, still joined, “Okay.” I whispered, “I’m gonna move now.”

  He nodded.

  I slid myself out of him, and then, rocking my hips I found my rhythm and started to really enjoy what we were doing. Alfie wrapped his legs around my back and had his hands on my hips. We watched together as I disappeared inside his body. Ohhh, God. That was hot...

  “That looks awesome,” Alfie whispered, “And it feels absolutely unbelievable.”

  He was right. It felt amazing. It felt perfect.

  Alfie started to move his hips together with mine, his cock, I’d noticed, was fully erect now and looking absolutely delicious. I wanted to suck him but there was time for that later... “Oh, wow, Alfie – I think I’m gonna come.”

  He smiled up at me, his face was totally relaxed and his eyes were full of love for me. “Do it,” he said, “Flood me with your love.”

  We both cried out together as our orgasms hit us at the same time. I felt my cock pulsing inside his impossible heat and tightness. It was almost as if my whole body was electrically charged and I was giving myself to him entirely. I collapsed on top of him, burying my face in his neck and smearing us both with his come. We were sticky and sweaty and I can honestly say I’d never been happier in my whole life.

  “Oh, my God.” He murmured, “That was intense.”

  I nodded, my face still buried in his neck, “Yeah, it was.” I said.

  I pulled my softening cock out of him gently and almost without even thinking about it I slid my fingers in and around his opening and stroked him, feeling my come leaking out of him. “Is this okay?” I asked.

  He nodded, “Feels great.” He murmured, “I felt you come inside me – the heat, you know – it was awesome.”

  I smiled at him, “Thank you for making my first time the best thing that has ever happened to me.”

  Alfie blinked, “That was like my first time too.” He said, “Everything that happened before – it wasn’t consensual. I didn’t want to do anything I was made to do – but this was so different. I wanted to make love with you. I love you, Harley – and I want to do everything with you. So I will always consider this to be my first time – and it was perfect.”

  I wrapped my arms around him and held him close, “We really should get cleaned up.” I murmured, leaning away from him and gently removing my fingers, “I’ll get you something.”

  He shook his head, “Let’s just cuddle for a bit and we can clean up later.” He said, “I’m too tired to get a shower at the moment.”

  I smiled. “Sure.” I said and pulled him closer me. “I could get very used to this.” I murmured.

  Alfie murmured something that sounded like, “Me too,” but I wasn’t sure and the next second he’d let out a little snore. He was fast asleep.

  Chapter 35 – Sleep...

  Alfie

  We slept for a couple of hours before we were woken up by Harley’s cat, Charlie, jumping on the bed and nuzzling his face, looking for a bit of attention. Harley chuckled. “I’ll be right back,” he said, “Just gotta let this one out.”

  He got out of bed and picked up the cat. He disappeared out of the bedroom and was gone for only a minute before he came back to bed and climbed in beside me. Pulling me to him, he spooned me from behind and kissed my shoulder tenderly, “Are you okay, beautiful?” he murmured.

  I nodded, “I’m absolutely perfect.” I sighed.

  He chuckled, “Yes, you are.” He said, “Absolutely perfect.”

  He leaned away from me slightly and stroked his hand all the way down my arm and let it come to rest on my hip where he circled his fingers lazily.

  “Night, Harley.” I murmured. I was so wonderfully worn out from our love-making I could hardly keep my eyes open.

  “Night, beautiful.” He whispered, “Sweet dreams.”

  Chapter 36 – Number 12...

  Harley

  It had been bugging me for hours. Finally I patted around to find my glasses and pushed them on. I looked again. “Number twelve?” I murmured, rubbing my thumb over the tattoo on the base of Alfie’s back. It was right before the swell of his buttocks but I’d not had my glasses on earlier, and with the light in the room being only from my lamp, I’d been more taken with the overall delightfulness of his body than the tattoo.

  He was so damned beautiful – fragile, but beautiful. I’d been handling him with kid gloves and it had been worth the wait – but I realised that we were past that now. He didn’t need that sort of treatment anymore. He needed to be loved properly by the man who loved him... I liked the idea of having a full sexual relationship with him but before I knew what that really meant, it hadn’t been all that important to me. The connection with someone on an intellectual basis and on a loving basis had meant more to me – and I loved Alfie more than I could actually explain. And now? Since we’d connected on a whole new plain, holy hell, it had gone up a fair few gears. My feelings for him had increased ten-fold following what we’d experienced together last night. There was no way I was going to be able to live my life without Alfie in it. He was mine... I was his... Forever.

  “Uh?” he asked, twisting around and squinting over his shoulder, trying to see what I was looking at, “What are you on about?”

  My blood ran cold and I faltered as I realised that he didn’t know what I was talking about. Fuck. He’d been tattooed by that bastard... numbered like an animal going to slaughter...

  “Nothing, baby.” I said, “Forget it.”

  He looked at me, his big eyes frightened, “No.” he said, “Tell me Harley – don’t sugar coat things to protect me. You have to tell me stuff.”

  I nodded. “You’ve got a tattoo.” I whispered, “Number twelve.”

  He stared at me, “No fucking way.” He murmured, getting off the bed and going over to my mirror. He stared at the tattoo in the mirror. “What the fuck?”

  I nodded, “We’ll get it covered.”

  He nodded, still staring at it with a murderous expression. He turned to me and his scowl softened and then after a minute or so, it turned to a smile, “I know exactly what I’m gonna do.”

  I smiled back at him, “You do?” I asked, “What’s that then?”

  Still smiling, he shook his head. “I’ll show you once it’s done.” He said mysteriously.

  I nodded, relieved that he was looking happier about things again, “That’s cool.”

  Chapter 37 – Gay Pride...

  Alfie

  I was excited and frightened all rolled into one.

  I wasn’t totally over what had happened to me but I really wanted to be and I absolutely refused to stop living. Now that I’d confronted my fears of having sex – and had overcome them quite spectacularly with the sweetest man that had ever walked the planet, I was feeling more positive about everything. Being asked to go to the Gay Pride parade by George and Edward had felt like an honour that they wanted me to go along – and I knew that Harley would be there somewhere because he was on duty that day – as a marshal for the parade. Just knowing that he was out there somewhere gave me the strength to go along.

  My back was a little tender – I’d gone to get my tattoo done with my brother a couple of days before. I had to get rid of that ‘12’ tattoo. Knowing that it was there was just too much to cope with. Covering it with the design I’d chosen – and with what that design meant to me – I’d turned something ugly and sinister into something absolutely beautiful.

  *

  I wanted my tattoo to be the first of many. I wanted to be as decorated as Harley was. I loved his tattoos and I wanted the same but I had to get rid of that awful number first.

  I was a little nervous going in, but with George jockeying me along and in total contrast to George’s mother hen approach, the soothing encouragement from Edward, I was feeling much better about what I’d chosen to do – well, I’d made a decision in any case – but of course it depended if it could be done...

 
“I have a tattoo on my back that I want covering – can you make it into a clock?”

  The guy was a man of few words. If he thought my request was strange, he kept his opinions to himself. He nodded. “Sure.”

  I swallowed, “Okay,” I said nervously, “Then I want something like this.” I pulled out a rough sketch of a clock. The time on the clock was important to me – it was the time that I was reunited with Harley after my ordeal in that hell-hole. The precise time he rescued me... I knew the time exactly because there had been a digital clock on the recording equipment in the room. It felt symbolic somehow.

  The tattooist guy frowned at my design, “Wait a second,” He said softly and pulled a sketchpad out from under his counter, “I can see what you mean – but wouldn’t you prefer something like this?” With what seemed like just a few strokes of his pencil on the page, he’d created the most beautiful looking timepiece imaginable, “What about this?” he pushed it towards me.

  I nodded, “Oh, my God. That’s amazing.” I breathed, “Can you do all of that today?”

  He shrugged, “Depends on your pain threshold.” He grinned at me – clearly thinking that I was a right pansy just because I was a twink.

  I blinked. It couldn’t possibly be as painful as anything I’d been through at the hands of Hessey and his cronies and I’d survived that. I straightened up and looked him in the eye, “I think I can handle it.” I said stoutly.

  He nodded, “Good man,” he said admiringly, “Come on then, let’s do it.”

  George grabbed his arm, “Wait a minute,” he interjected, “how much are you charging him?” His voice came out like a growl. Bless him, he was still protecting me, even now...

  I rolled my eyes. I didn’t give a fuck how much he was charging me – I wanted that fucking number tattoo obliterated.

  He nodded, “Good point,” he said, “Let’s talk figures...”

  *

  Once we’d thrashed out a price that George was satisfied with, the guy – whose name was Jez – got started. It wasn’t exactly what I’d ever describe as comfortable, but it was perfectly acceptable. “Can you do me another one – on my arm this time?”

  He chuckled, “Got a taste for it, have you?”

  I grinned and nodded, “My boyfriend has a lot of tattoos and I love them. I want a few of my own.”

  He nodded, “What did you have in mind.”

  I smiled, “Well....”

  Chapter 38 – Surprise proposal...

  Harley

  I was meeting Alfie and his brother – and his brother’s boyfriend who I was yet to be introduced to –once my shift was over but I was hoping to see him before then. It wasn’t exactly likely in this crowd but still. I lived in hope...

  I patted my top pocket absently, making my two colleagues, Blaine and Denny, chuckle in stereo. “It’s not gone anywhere since you last patted it, mate,” said Denny with a grin. Blaine grimaced slightly but he didn’t say anything. I totally got the feeling he was completely uncomfortable to be around so many gay people. But then again – he was one of those rugged, manly types. He’d probably been brought up by a total homophobe that was terrified that his kid would end up a poofter. He wasn’t a bad guy though – and he was awful fond of Denny – he’d definitely protect him with his life if he had to...

  Denny nudged my arm, “Hey – isn’t that him?” he nodded over to the other side of the road. I looked across and my eyes met with my boyfriend’s stunning blue eyes.

  He was waving madly and blowing me kisses.

  I chuckled. God. He was so fucking adorable.

  Before I could even think about the consequences of my actions I was running across the road and getting down on one knee in front of Alfie – and of course everyone else who was watching with glee at the Pride parade. Alfie’s eyes were round in his face and he was flapping his hands with excitement, “Oh, my God!” he exclaimed, “What are you doing?”

  I laughed, “Something I should have done months ago.” I said back to him. “I love you more than I can tell you, Alfie. You’re everything to me and more – will you do me the great honour of becoming my husband?”

  His eyes filled with tears and he fluttered his hands in front his face, looking left and right to George and Edward, who were both stood beaming at him, “Say yes!” George urged.

  “Yes! Yes!” he shouted, trying his best to scramble over the barrier to get to me, “I love you more than anything else in the world, Harley!”

  I grinned at him, “Love you more.” I said, as his lips touched mine and the surrounding crowd cheered loudly for us.

  He grinned and shook his head, “Love you most.” He whispered as I slid the ring onto his finger.

  Chapter 39 – Superman...

  Alfie

  I sidled into the tattoo parlour. I felt a little weird being there on my own with the guy but he’d been perfectly nice the first time I’d gone and I had to get over my fears of going places on my own sometime. It wasn’t like I’d be leaving alone. I’d asked Harley to meet me here.

  “So you’re decided, then?” Jez asked.

  I nodded, “Yeah – definitely this one.” I got out the sketch he’d done for me the last time I was here.

  He grinned, “I just knew you’d go with that one.” He said. “How’s the other one healing?”

  I nodded enthusiastically, “It’s coming on fine.” I said, “Wanna check?”

  He nodded, “Might as well,” I pulled up my shirt at the back, “Oh, yeah – it’s healed really well – are you happy with it?”

  I nodded, “It’s perfect.”

  “And what does your boyfriend – or should I say fiancé, think?” he gave me a knowing grin.

  I smiled back at him and held out my hand for him to see my beautiful engagement ring – one that I’d found a matching one for and had presented to him in the box that I’d finally finished with a little help from Dad. It was as much a healing exercise in getting Dad to talk to me again as anything and I was wholeheartedly relieved that Dad and I were definitely back on track thanks to the box-making process...

  Harley had looked at me completely puzzled when I put the box on the table. “Open it.” I said.

  He looked at it, “What is it?” he asked.

  I rolled my eyes, “Well, obviously it’s a handmade wooden box – that I made for a special occasion.”

  Harley’s mouth dropped open, “You made this?” he asked incredulously.

  I nodded proudly. It was a pretty fucking awesome box, after all. “Yeah, I really did – but it’s what’s inside that counts. I was so excited I could hardly keep still.

  Harley laughed, “Okay, okay.” He opened the box and smiled, “Oh, Alfie,” he breathed, “It’s beautiful.”

  I beamed at him, “Will you marry me?” I asked.

  He nodded, “Of course I will.” He said, “Since I kind of already asked you anyway.”

  I laughed as I put it on his finger, “Yeah, well, I couldn’t have a ring and not get you one too.”

  I grinned at Jez, “He loves it – but I’m hoping he’s gonna like this one better.”

  Jez chuckled, “So he’s your superhero, huh?” he asked as his picked up his gun to start.

  “He sure is.” I agreed heartily as I sucked in a lungful of air to brace myself for the onslaught of pain, “Always.”

  He nodded, “I’d heard.” He said, “Sounds like he really loves you.”

  I nodded, “He does.” I said softly, “And I love him too.”

  Jez grinned, “Well, that’s great.” He said, “And he’s coming here to see the finished product?”

  I nodded.

  “Good,” he said, “It’ll be nice to meet him.”

  Chapter 40 – Perfect...

  Harley

  I traced my fingers over the fabulous cartoon superman tattoo on his arm. It had my name underneath it too. We were back at my place – which was more or less our place these days. I smiled, “I fucking love this tattoo – I’m
definitely gonna get a matching one.”

  Alfie chuckled, “Cool – what will you have?”

  I shrugged, I have no idea, babe.” I said.

  He flinched a little and I frowned. I wondered if I’d said something that reminded him of that bastard. Best to check, “Are there, uh, any pet names or, you know, endearments he used that you’d prefer me to avoid?” I asked.

  He grimaced and shook his head, “I prefer ‘baby’ to ‘babe’ if you don’t mind – other than that I’m good, unless you ever call me ‘Bitch’ or ‘Little Fucker’ as terms of endearment.” he said.

  My blood boiled in my veins. How the fuck could he have said and done those things to someone as beautiful and loving as my Alfie? I still wanted to kill the bastard... “And uh, any, uh, positions we should avoid?” Well I had to check. The last thing I wanted to do was to transport him to some really dreadful episode.

  He shook his head, “I was drugged out of my mind most of the time, Harley – I’m sure I’ll be okay with you.”

  I nodded. I was so damned nervous. “Are you okay on your front? Or would you prefer to be able to see everything?” Like last time.

  He smiled, “I’m good,” he waggled his cute little booty showing off his new clock tattoo, “Come on, big boy – let me feel you inside me.”

  I smiled. I knew he was expecting to feel my cock against his entrance any second, but I had other ideas.

  Grabbing his cock, which was dangling tantalisingly down I pulled it gently back towards me and took his tip in my mouth. I sucked the tip of him into my mouth and then ran my tongue along the length of him, across his balls and then ran my tongue around the rim of his hole, making him first of all groan with pleasure, and then his groans turned to a higher pitched moan as I really started to get into it.