Big Poppa

I'm very, very pleased with this story. I'm glad the ending finally came to me! The end wrote itself. Inspiration is something strange...
I hope you liked it!

29.
The night was restless for Delwyn, even though Poppa had closed the door and windows hermetically. He was grumpy and tired in the morning, and not willing to leave the safe bed at all. He certainly wouldn’t walk around naked, now. Oh no, he wouldn’t.

Poppa looked at the inner struggle of his younger lover, arms crossed and shaking his head. “Do you feel safe in bed?” he eventually asked, with a soft tone of voice. “Can I leave you for a bit?”

“Where are you going?” Delwyn was at the edge of a panic attack when he realized what his lover was saying.

“Taking care of something,” Poppa said. “Now. I want you to stay inside, and you can keep all the curtains closed all day if you have to. When I come back, all will be fine again, okay?”

“What are you going to do...?” But Poppa only kissed him, winked at him, and left. Delwyn was left behind, alone. He heard the locks of the door, the rattle of the door handle, making sure it was locked, and the truck driving away. He was alone. Looking around with swift, scared eyes, Delwyn crept back under the blankets, and tried to catch some sleep.

*

Big Poppa drove with determination. He didn’t phone Chapman yet, to tell him they would take a week off. He could see his phone lighting up a few times, seeing his boss’ name appear on the screen, but he didn’t answer it. He drove all the way to the shop, and parked right in front of the dented, metal doors.
He knew something was wrong as soon as he stepped inside. The shop was quiet. The men lowered their tools, shifting backwards, staring at him without saying a word. At least they weren’t whispering. Not yet, anyway.

He could see Chapman in the office. The man was sitting at his desk, his face buried in his hands, shaking his head continuously. So far for good news, Poppa thought. Delwyn had been right.
Ignoring the slight cramp in his stomach, the large man pushed the door handle down, and pushed the door open. “John...”

The man squeaked, his head jerking up. “Big Poppa!” Different emotions flickered over the man’s face, from relief to anger. “You’re late!”

“Yes.” Poppa walked closer, looking at the items on the man’s desk. No photos, he saw. Good news, maybe? “I want to take the whole week off, with Delwyn. We’re in need of a bit of vacation. Delwyn’s father had a heart attack this weekend.”

“Oh, I’m sorry! Is he alright?”

Good news, indeed. Big Poppa was more relieved than he would ever admit. “Oh yes, but he didn’t sleep much, I’m afraid. I think it’s good for all of us if we take some time off for a change. If it’s no problem, of course.”

“Well, I...” Chapman looked at the shop through his window, thinking it over. “No, no problem, I think... We’ll be able to finish the cars on our own. You will come back though, won’t you? After that week?”

“Of course we will,” laughed Poppa at the worried tone. “Alright, that’s settled then. Tell me, John... Why were you sitting at your desk like that? Were you worried?”

“Worried to death,” admitted Chapman, lowering his gaze. “You didn’t call me, and you didn’t answer your phone. I was afraid you got killed in an accident or something like that.”

Poppa laughed again. Delwyn was wrong... “Heh... Yeah. No, I’m more than okay. Say, John... Did you hear from Mark?”

“Mark?” Chapman thought for a moment, but he shook his head. “No. Why?”

“Mm... Nothing. I have the feeling he wanted to try something to ruin Delwyn or me. I think he blames us for his... misfortune, somehow.” Poppa kept an eye on the door, but he didn’t expect Mark to come in. Not with his truck so clearly visible parked in front of the doors. “Well, since all worries are out of the way, I’ll be going back. Take care, hm? See you next week.”

“Yes. Have a good vacation, Poppa.” Chapman stood up to let his champion mechanic out. “Tell Delwyn I said hi.”

“I will. Bye now!” Poppa quickly left. He started his engine, peering around, and he drove away slowly. No sign of Mark... Yet. Instead of driving back to the lake, he drove around the shop, cautiously rolling his truck between old, deserted garages. He parked at the far end, out of view from the streets, and walked back. He kept close to the buildings. Standing in the shadows, he waited.
Not long after he took his guard, he saw Delwyn was right after all.

Mark ignored the silent stares of his ex-coworkers, walking straight to Chapman’s office. It was a hazardous thing to do. He shouldn’t be here, at all. Chapman’s surprised cry proved him the man didn’t expect to see him, ever again. “Chapman,” he said quickly, as the man jumped up from his seat. His hands trembled as he opened a large, brown envelope. “Hear me out. Please?”

Poppa followed back inside. Again, the mechanics lowered their tools, now clearly determined not to go back to work until they had seen everything that would happen. “Mark is in the office,” one of the men said, gesturing with his head. “Should we call for an ambulance already?”

“No. The cops would come too,” Poppa answered calmly. He walked to the office, peeking inside through the half-open blinds. He saw Mark talking, using his hands to empathize his words. He saw the envelop in front of Chapman. He saw his boss taking out the photos. “Don’t call anybody,” he said to his colleagues. Stepping to the door, he took a deep breath, and kicked the door out of its hinges.

“Fuck!” Mark jumped back, quickly running behind the desk. “Look at the photos, Chapman!” he said. “Don’t let Poppa take them from you!”

“Now wait a minute here!” Chapman stared at Poppa’s furious expression, and turned to his former mechanic. “What the hell is going on here?” He remembered what Big Poppa had said about ruining Delwyn and him, and slowly turned his eyes to the first, large, glossy photo. He saw his champion mechanic on a bed, on his back, legs spread and lifted. He saw the smaller blonde between them. “Oh,” he said. “I see.”

“Delwyn saw the window open,” growled Poppa. He estimated his chances to kill Mark without causing too much damage to Chapman’s office, and slowly moved to the other edge of the desk.

Mark moved in the opposite direction, equally slow. “Yeah,” he growled back, over Chapman’s head. “I saw everything. I saw how you completely submitted to him. You slut...”

“Dirty old man,” bounced Poppa. “Spying on us... Did it turn you on, Mark? Did you like to watch Delwyn pounding between my thighs? Did you hear our cries when we came, you filthy voyeur?”

While the men bickered over his head, Chapman looked at the photos with growing eyes. He had never seen Poppa with such an expression. The man very clearly loved what his young lover did to him. And Mark had taken a lot of pictures, right to the aftermath. He looked a bit longer at the last photo. The two were happy. “Poppa,” he said calmly, dropping the photos and looking up to the man, “chuck him out. Make sure he doesn’t try to do this again, alright?”

With a growl, Poppa jumped forward, snatching out to grab Mark at his throat. Hiding behind Chapman was futile, as the boss leaned aside. Dragging his ex-coworker over the desk and on the floor. “Let’s go. I know exactly what to do with dirty assholes like you.”

As Poppa left, with the struggling man under his arm, Chapman turned to his paper shredder. He fed the photos through it, one by one, and shook the brown envelope to see if anything was left behind. The memory card dropped out. With a dry chuckle, he pushed it through the shredder as well. There. No-one had to worry about anything, anymore.

*

Delwyn didn’t sleep at all. By the time Poppa returned, he was so tired, he could only cry. As the heavy man sat down on the bed, Delwyn crawled up and against him, softly sobbing. “Are we... Are we ruined?”

“No.” Poppa climbed on the bed, and pulled Delwyn up. Holding him tightly between his arms, he kissed his hair. “You were right,” he said. “It was Mark, and he had taken photos. He’s a pervert, if you ask me. I bet he got off on it. Anyway, I caught him in Chapman’s office, and I took care of it. You don’t have to worry, Winnie. Everything is alright.”

“How... How did you take care of it?” Delwyn lifted his head, looking at the soft, harmless eyes of his big, sweet lover. “How can you be so sure it’s alright? Won’t he try again?”

“Nooo... He won’t try again, trust me.” Gently petting the boy’s shoulder, he nuzzled him. “I’m not going to tell you what I did. You just have to trust me he will never try to hurt you again, hm? Do you trust me?”

“If you say so...” Delwyn’s voice was soft and uncertain, but he knew he wouldn’t get an explanation. He quickly looked his lover up and down, be he saw no traces of violence. With a sigh, finally relaxing again, he put his head on the broad shoulder. “I’m exhausted,” he complained. “Can you hold me for a bit longer?”

Poppa didn’t mind to hold him, forever if the boy required. Delwyn fell asleep against his chest, and he sat in the pillows, caressing him lovingly. No, Mark would never hurt him again. He would hurt nobody, ever again. But Poppa didn’t do anything for him. That wasn’t necessary...

A smile crept over his face as he imagined the cries the man would bring out. Of terror, or maybe even of pleasure. Like he had said, he had a lively imagination. He had brought Mark to a club he knew from a long time ago. Some men enjoyed being strapped in the leather sling. Some men loved to be gang-banged. The men who didn’t enjoy it, sometimes didn’t survive the harsh punishments. Others were hooked for life.
Poppa didn’t know which fate would be Mark’s. He didn’t care if he lived or died, but it would please him more if he survived. He hoped the man would remember every cock in his ass. He hoped Mark would reach multiple climaxes. He hoped his ex-coworker would fall in love with those hard, bare cocks, filling his abused rectum with their hot semen until it sloshed out of him. His grin widened a bit as he recalled the pleasure Delwyn had given him.

“I love you, Delwyn,” he murmured, against the blonde locks. He sighed and closed his eyes, still smiling. Yes, he loved him. And he would love him for ever and ever.

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