The ceremony and reception when by in a blur for Punk, it was truly one of the best days of his life and not too long ago he didn't believe that this type of happiness existed. He would never forget the day, the words Randy spoke from the heart or the first dance. The Pepsi toast as his best friend gave a speech that brought him to tears, he knew now that Colt and his relationship would survive would continue to grow and become what it was always meant to be. Today had been perfect and although exhausted Punk wasn't ready for it to be over.
Randy carried him over the threshold into their home in Chicago, which was now incredibly different from anything he could ever imagine. His stuff blended easily with Randy's one of his guest rooms was now a princess room for their daughter who was so excited to start traveling with them and to get spoiled by her uncles that were too numerous too count back stage. Another guest room was a nursery one that Randy couldn't wait to use but knew he had to wait until Punk was ready for that step. The house had another huge change also the tattoo shop on the first floor was now gone, and in its place was a gym, along with another room Punk had not been allowed into yet but was looking forward to exploring with Randy. He was in hopes that tonight would be when Randy finally let go and took complete control he was still holding back slightly and Punk understood why but it was time for the shackles of the past to release both of them.
Punk sat on his bed looking at all the pictures on his phone from the wedding, John had stolen in from him early in the day and know he had several candid shots of the wedding he stopped on a picture of him and Randy they were staring intently into each others eyes Randy cupping Punk's face gently and Punk doing the same to Randy, they were about to kiss but what caught his attention was the wedding rings on both hands and he smiled. They were not exactly hiding their relationship they had just not gone public Randy had told Punk when he was ready to go for it any way he wanted to do it was fine. Backstage it was common knowledge of their relationship and most accepted it easily the ones that had problems with it pretty much kept their mouths shut in fear or Randy after all he had almost killed Eva Marie before getting her fired and no one had a clue why he went after the poor girl. Punk opened his much neglected twitter he took a deep breath and uploaded the photo with the simple message of I do. The world was going to know now and he couldn't take it back, hell even if he had deleted the tweet he was sure fans had already seen and saved the picture. He looked up as Randy came out of the bathroom wearing boxer shorts, his phone blowing up in his hand he ignored this switching the phone off he stood brushing past Randy into the bathroom. His husband stroke his back gently as he did so.
He stood in the bathroom for a few minutes and at one point heard Randy laughing. This may him smile and feel more confident, Punk stripped his clothes from his body and rummaged in the bag he had hid under the counter that morning. He pulled out the soft red leather cuffs attaching them to his wrist and ankles, they had small leather hopes perfect to attach a chain or rope. He then attached a thin silver chain to his nipples it dipped towards his belly button and sparkled against his bronze skin. He had two items left in the bag and one of them required him to be hard so he reached down and took his semi-erect penis in his hand and stroked until he was completely erect then he slid the cock ring on his body already protesting but he knew how much randy would enjoy this and he was getting what he wanted. He wanted Randy to take complete control and damn it he wanted inside the playroom. The last item Daniel had helped him get, a red leather collar that match the cuffs Randy's initials on the sides and in the center the initials PJO he hoped Randy got the meaning behind the letters. He knew doms usually chose when to collar their subs but since they were married already Punk was taking it upon himself to put the idea into the big idiots head. He wrapped the leather around his throat noting how soft it was compared to collars he had worn in the past, once fastened into place he took a deep breath opening the bathroom door he walked out noting that Randy was using his phone, his husband seemed absorb with the item so Punk approached the bed lowering himself down on to his knees he placed his hands so they were resting face up and lowered his head submissively waiting for Randy to notice him. "So you chose to show the world through twitter, Vince is going to have a coronary. My phone is on fire with media requests what do you think we should do about . . ." Randy trailed off and Punk could feel his eyes taking in his body. He heard the low moan from Randy and tried not to smirk knowing he was already winning. Randy's hand slid into his hair and pulled his head back painfully fingers brushed over the leather collar. "PJO?"
"Phillip Jack Orton my name now" He saw tears well up in his husband eyes and received a searing kiss that stole his breath from his lungs, when he felt he couldn't take anymore and needed to breath he went to pull back. Fingers tightened in his collar not allowing him to move away and the kiss continues just as he felt like he was going to pass out Randy pulled away and they both gasped bringing much needed oxygen into their lungs.
"Why you said it was never going to happen, that if I wanted the same last name as you that I would have to change mine?" Punk remembered that argument and the hours of pouting afterward, it brought a smile to his face.
"It's your name, it's my daughters name, its our future children's name, and now it's mine, and because I love you silly and being a Brooks didn't mean much to me and being an Orton means everything." Randy smiled at him a look of bliss that slowly changed as he took in Punks body.
"Do you know what wearing a collar means?" Punk nodded and Randy smirked at him. "Lets go" he stated grabbing the chain attached to Punk's nipples he twisted it around his hand pulling enough to cause delicious waves of pain and pleasure to descend on Punk's body. He stood following Randy down the stairs, few times lagging behind so that Randy would give a sharp tug on the chain. He watched as Randy typed into the code on the lock and the door to the playroom opened. HE walked inside the room and glanced around. Shivers of desire filled him, a swing, a large x, and sever other contraptions filled the space, one wall was decorated with several different types of whips and paddles. A self with several toys in all shapes and sizes some Punk consider way to big for his ass caught his attention he saw that there was also a small bathroom that included a shower that had places for chains and shook his head unsure if he liked water play but he guessed someday in the future he would find out. The walls were a deep red and Punk had a feeling this was for him, he noticed Randy had allowed him time to take everything in without saying a word so he looked over at his husband he gave him a quick smile and wink before lowering his head. Randy wordlessly lead him across the room stopping in the center. Punk noted the floor was heated as he bare feet did not get cold on the hard surface. Randy caught one of his wrists and lifted his arm above his head, a chain attached to his wrist kept his arm firmly above his head, his other arm soon joined, followed by chains on both his ankles, the structure with the chains was imbedded in the floor and Punk was sure it was incredibly stable. The chains adjusted so his legs were spread wide, his arms pulled up until he stood on his tipsy toes, and despite this vulnerable position Punk was completely at ease.
Randy walked behind him and Punk waited for what felt like an eternity for some contact, finally Randy ran his tongue gently along Punk's spine causing the older man to whimper, biting his lip to prevent himself from begging already. "Do you remember your safe word?" Punk nodded and gasped as blind fold was placed over his eyes. The lost of his sight seeming to intensify Randy's touch as for the next several minutes his husbands tongue and fingers brushed randomly over his sensitive skin never in a pattern and never the same place twice but making sure to tease every sensitive spot on Punk's body except the one he desperately needed Randy to touch. He refrained from begging though, he would not beg Randy for anything tonight, he was allowing his husband to take it as far as he wanted plus he knew begging would get him nowhere. The touching stopped and Punk took a few deep breaths to steady himself. He heard Randy moving and then a lubed finger slid inside of him, he moaned lowly as Randy leisurely pumped it in and out of him. The finger was removed and Punk whimpered trying to push back on to Randy, thought the cuffs prevented this. Punk took a sharp breath as his ass widen to accept the item Randy pushed inside of him. Anal beads filled him gently and he couldn't help but sigh he wanted Randy not some toy he suddenly arched his back as the beads began to vibrate inside of him, pulsing against his prostate in an evil tempo. Moans and whimpers filled the room as he was once again left for a while to enjoy this exquisite torture. His legs were cramping, his arms ached yet all he felt was the pleasure unaware what Randy was doing until he felt the leather strap strike him across his back, he jerked from the suddenness of the blow but noted that despite the light pain Randy could have hit him a lot harder. Punk waited for the next strike instead all he felt were fingers gliding along the burning skin. After the hand another blow followed slightly harder and across his ass, followed again by the soothing fingers. This continued for a while Punk was unsure of how long as the pleasure had overtaken him and he was pushing back against the whip that stroked his skin like a lovers kiss. He briefly acknowledge that he was in subspace, the feeling so intense that Daniel had educated him about. It was an endorphin high, and he felt like at that moment he was flying.
Randy walked around his husband dropping the whip, he lifted the blind fold and though he couldn't imagine being harder he found himself their, his husband was flying he could tell by the look in his eyes, the arousal so intense that his pupils were dilated so much you almost couldn't see the green. "Please Randy, please I need you" Punk whimpered and although he forgot and used his name instead of sir Randy let it slide he leaned down uncuffing Punk's ankles, he pulled the beads from his body tossing them. He lifted Punk's legs wrapping them around his waist, moaning as Punk tightened his legs dragging him closer, he kissed his husbands lips as he slammed inside. Randy gripped Punk's hips not allowing him to move and stood in place embracing the tightness of Punk. "please baby fucking move" hissed Punk a cute whine in his tone.
"Ride me pet show me how much you want it." Punk looked up at his chained hands and Randy smirked it took him a minute but Punk was able to reach up and grab the steel bar his cuffs were attached to using that as leverage even with his tired arms he began to slide himself along Randy's length. Randy allowed him to do this for a few minutes before reaching up and unhooking the cuffs from Punk's wrist. His arms fell tiredly wrapping around Randy's neck as he was carried from the room and back to the bedroom. Randy pushing ever so gently inside of him as he walked, when they got to the bed Randy lowered there intertwined bodies and grabbed a hold of Punk's hips lifting he began to move harder into his husband's body. He made sure every stroke hit Punk's prostate loving the whimpers he received, as he got closer to the edge Punk began to beg in earnest wanting the cock ring off, needing a release that was just below the surface but he was unable to obtain. Pun's nails dug into his back and kisses became frantic and were mixed with nips and full blown biting until Randy's lip was bleeding from his husband's teeth though Randy gave as good as he got and the side of Punk's neck was cover with bite marks and bruises. When randy couldn't take much more he reached between their bodies finding the ring he slid it off and leaned back slamming into Punk violently aiming for the gland that caused so much pleasure. He watched his husbands face as he fell off the cliff he had been precariously perched upon, Randy's name is screamed and Punk's body tightened causing Randy's own release as Punk's body shook from the force of his orgasm, cum coated their stomachs and Punk's mouth formed a silent oh his eyes wide as his orgasm seemed to last forever even after he finished cumming waves off pleasure still washed over his body, Randy slid from him and gathered him gently waiting for Punk to come down.
It felt a while later like Punk had imagined today, something could not feel that good without illegal substances being involved. The little shivers of electricity that still washed over him though told him that it had happened and Randy's arms around him and soothing breath against his neck reassured him that despite the fact he still felt slightly out of control he is grounded and everything would be fine. When he finally found his voice again he sighed happily, and rolled to face his husband lowering his head on to Randy's sweaty chest. "You okay?" Randy's question made him smile.
"Better than I have ever been just thinking about how this all started. You are not a very nice guy Randal Orton and you are twisted in a way others may never understand but I do. You seduced me and in the process became my white knight. Thank you for loving me, and saving me. I love you." randy held him tighter stroking his hair gently.
"You're right I am twisted and you that about me. This was a twisted seduction but ended up as my happily ever after, with my dark lover. I love you too Phil, forever and always." They kissed gently and both drifted off to sleep planning on enjoying the week ahead just the two of them before the real world once again intruded on their love story.
I find it sad that this is coming to an end. I never imagined all the twist an turns and thankyou all for staying with me. The feedback has been wonderful and I hope to write a sequel on day to this. Right now my Punk muse has run off on another idea but hopefully will come back to Randy soon. The epilogue will be up in a few minutes thank you again.