Chapitre 46: Call Me Rosie
William tried to twist Brian's left wrist, but Brian swiftly countered with a kick, landing it on William's shoulder. William caught his foot, twisted it, and pushed. Brian, balancing on one foot, stumbled and was about to fall when William reached out and pulled him into a full embrace.
"See, I told you sparring as a couple is beneficial. It helps you improve your skills and strengthens our bond," William said, chuckling. He then leaned down and planted a kiss on Brian's cheek. "Every time I catch you, I get a kiss," he said, his hand playfully squeezing Brian's butt, a mischievous grin on his face. "Let me have another feel."
Brian's face flushed red. He knew he couldn't beat William in a fight, but he hadn't expected to be teased to this extent. With his knuckle duster still on, Brian arched his back to escape William's embrace and swung it towards William's waist.
"Damn!" William exclaimed. "You trying to sell my kidney to buy an iPhone?"
"Your kidney is worth about as much as a cheap flip phone, maybe one that comes with a $20 prepaid card," Brian retorted.
"If I lose my kidney, you'll be a widow!" William warned, implying that without his kidney, other things wouldn't function either, and their bed would be cold.
"You've never used it anyway, so you wouldn't be losing much!" Brian shot back.
"Go to hell!" Brian's face was beet red, his movements faster. Despite his slender waist, he was strong. He twisted and turned, launching an attack with his knuckle duster, making William cry out in pain.
Was he out of his mind? Not only had he given Brian the knuckle duster, but he had also taught him how to box. Brian was a quick learner, aiming for the most vulnerable spots. Seeing the knuckle duster coming towards his crotch, William quickly grabbed Brian's wrist, causing the knuckle duster to fall.
"Heh, can't hit me now, can you?" William gloated, feeling triumphant without the knuckle duster. "Let me hold you."
He grabbed Brian's wrist and pulled him into his arms, planting a few kisses and giving his butt another squeeze. The feel of it was too good to resist another touch. Brian stepped back, twisted his waist, and launched a series of roundhouse kicks. His right hand was immobilized, but it didn't affect his speed. He alternated between left and right leg kicks.
William blocked the flurry of kicks with his arms raised above his head. After a few twists of his waist, Brian landed a kick straight to William's chest. William grabbed his leg, but Brian used his other leg for support and kicked again.
With a thud, both of them fell onto the mat, faces up.
"Ouch, my god!" William coughed, taken aback by Brian's strength. He hadn't expected Brian to be so powerful, especially with his right hand immobilized.
Brian, panting heavily, couldn't help but laugh. He had finally fulfilled his desire to give William a good beating.
"If you put any more force into it, you might break my ribs," William grumbled as he sat up. "Your legs are so strong. And your waist is so flexible."
"I told you I've trained in martial arts," Brian said, a hint of pride in his voice. He knew he couldn't beat William if he went all out, but he was happy to have held his own today.
"Let me feel your muscles," William said, grabbing Brian's ankle and pulling him towards him. Brian, who had been sitting, was pulled back.
"What are you doing?" Brian tried to get up, but his leg was held down. He felt himself being pulled closer, one leg pinned down.
William loomed over him, his head hovering above Brian's face. He pressed down on Brian's shoulders, his body sinking down until they were almost touching, their chests, stomachs, and groins separated only by their pants.
"Even the most badass hubby needs to be dominated by his spouse," William said, a smirk on his face. "Once I've got you pinned, you have to do as I say." He moved slightly, opening his mouth to lick Brian's neck. "Strip for me, and give me a little dance. I bet it'll look great."
Brian didn't move, lying on the mat with a faint smile on his face. William had never seen Brian so docile. He was smiling, not glaring, his face slightly sweaty from the workout, his nostrils flaring, his hair a bit messy. William's heart pounded at the sight of Brian, so obedient and submissive. They were alone at home, the atmosphere was perfect, it was the perfect time to do something more.
When he had first set up this gym, he had imagined what it would be like to roll around on the mat after a sweaty workout, to make love while hanging from the punching bag. He had imagined all the ways he could take Brian right there.
Now was the time to act.
"Darling, let's consummate our marriage," he said, hurriedly unzipping Brian's tracksuit. His body arched up as he stripped off Brian's clothes and underwear, revealing his body. He was ready to consummate their marriage, to truly make them a married couple.
Brian didn't resist, and William took it as consent.
"This isn't marital rape, it's our wedding night!" he said, trying to preempt any accusations. He didn't want to enjoy a night of passion only to receive a lawyer's letter accusing him of marital rape the next day.
As he pulled down Brian's tracksuit zipper, Brian's free leg suddenly shot up.
"Ouch!" William screamed, falling onto Brian.
Brian grabbed his collar and shoved him aside, sitting up. His earlier docility had vanished.
"If you try to take advantage of me again, I'll teach you a lesson," he warned. William curled up on the mat, clutching his groin.
Brian stood up and adjusted his tracksuit. "I'm going to take a shower and read some documents. You can stay here and nurse your pain."
"Wait!" William reached out to stop Brian.
"What?" Brian asked.
"You took advantage of me from behind. That's not fair. You have to take responsibility," William said.
"What do you want?" Brian asked, looking at the smug William.
"I won't mention the the fact that you broke my dick, as long as you agree not to divorce me," William proposed.
Brian looked at the confident William. "Fine, I'll call an ambulance for you. But if you dare to tell the doctor that I broke your penis while you were trying to molest me..."
Breaking the penis, or penile fracture, was a serious injury. If word got out that he had suffered such an injury while trying to molest someone, he would be the laughingstock of the town.
Brian knew William was trying to blackmail him, but he decided to ignore him. "Let me see how bad it is."
William's tracksuit pants were elastic, so he pulled them down, revealing his underwear. He pulled at the edge of his underwear with one hand and slipped the other inside.
"Come feel it. I think it's swollen," he said, inviting Brian to touch him in all seriousness.
Brian watched his lewd actions and turned to leave. He had no interest in watching a man fondle himself. It was vulgar, low, and shameless.
William lunged forward and grabbed Brian from behind, guiding Brian's hand towards his underwear. "Touch it," he urged.
Brian's face turned beet red. He elbowed the pervert away and ran into the study, slamming the door behind him.
"Bastard, I want a divorce!" he shouted.
William burst into laughter, shouting back at the study. "Brian, you have a handsome, vibrant man right in front of you, and you won't even touch him. You're shyer than a little girl. Haven't you seen how women go crazy touching male strippers? I'm not even asking for money, and you still won't touch me. I have a six-pack and well-developed chest muscles. If you won't touch me, I'll use these muscles to make money. I'm sure plenty of women would love it."
It was a rare sight to see Brian so flustered that he ran into the study. The usually domineering Brian had been scared off by him.
Today, William had finally turned the tables. He was finally on top.
"Which girl has touched you?" Brian asked, his face dark as he opened the door to confront him.
"What girl? There's no girl," William stammered, caught off guard by the question.
"If you like women touching you so much, why don't you become a woman?" Brian suggested.
William, the unabashed flirt, winked at Brian. "Then you can call me Rosie. Dad said that's the name he'd give his daughter."
"Rosie, if you keep disturbing me while I'm working, I'll make you stay at home and have our baby," Brian threatened.
"I'll have a baby for $500,000," William bargained.
"Take good care of your belly. You'd have to have fifty babies to get all my money," Brian retorted, closing the door and returning to his work.
William sat in the living room, counting on his fingers how much money Brian actually had.
"Holy shit, it's almost two billion," he realized. He was married to a billionaire!
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