(This was JadeRose's idea. She wanted to do a sequel to our short story Never Give Up. If you are new to our page it would be advisable to read Never Give Up before this one in order to understand it more fully. This is a story told in role play format between the two of us. Warning, this is one of our Twisted Tales stories. It could include rape, dark themes, even character deaths if the muses go that direction. We never know how a story will end until we get there. Hope you all enjoy the Centon. Just a head's up our next stories plan to be the next installment in the Saving Super Cena series and a sequel to Changed Champions.) Rose Ann
(A state mental institution in Missouri. 2016 Six months after the ending of Never Give Up.)
Randy was sitting in the director's office, looking around. "Today's a big day for you, Mr. Orton. Are you ready?" An older, heavyset woman asked that had her black hair in a tight bun. She was looking down at her notes then at Randy. He was dressed in a set a grey colored scrubs.
He stopped, looking around then at her. "Well, Dr. Thompson seems to think so, Ma'am." His voice sounded low and even deeper than normal.
"Do you think you are though?" She asked Randy again.
"I...I hope so. I would really hate to return to where I was...no offense, Ma'am."
She gave a faint laugh. "None taken, Mr. Orton. Not many with a clear head would wish to be here. Just hope yours is clear enough to take this offered opportunity and not squander it." She closed the file. "Guard, take Mr. Orton back to his room and wait for transport to Florida."
"Yes, Ma'am." The large man about the size of Big Show walked over, taking Randy by the arm. Randy knew to stand or risk getting his shoulder popped. Even with going without trouble the guard still had a habit of jerking him along if he felt he was moving too slow. Under the outfit was a variety of bruises of different ages.
Randy was returned to a single person cell and almost shoved inside if he didn't quicken his pace before the heavy door slammed shut behind him. He moved to sit, looking around the empty room. It had been his personal prison for the last six months. Six long, agonizing months. Even though if he was honestly asked he barely remembered the first four months of it. His mind snapped after the incident with John. The memories still haunted his sleep...well, sleep that was not medically induced anyway. He was now on a strong antipsychotic regimen as well as other therapy. To his knowledge, no one had been to see him since he ended up in that place. Even with his criminal activity he was being offered the chance to be a test subject of a new rehabilitation program. With his mind more focused he figured it was better then that place that gave him nothing to focus on beside his own thoughts. That and what felt like daily abuse by the guards and orderlies. Being at a state hospital and criminally insane did not help his chances for decent treatment any.
The door opened about an hour later and the guard came in with someone else. Randy was asked a few questioned then informed that he would be restrained during the transport. "I understand." Randy replied simply before he was handcuffed and led to a waiting van that reminded him of a prisoner transport from a movie. As he got in and sat down he felt a sharp pain in his arm. "What the fuck?" He snapped.
"Just a precaution, Mr. Orton." The guard told him, almost with a laugh before closing the doors. Randy shook his head, feeling it grow foggy before he blacked out.
Meanwhile, back in Tampa, Florida, Nikki was sitting at a table looking over linen choices for her and John's upcoming wedding. She knew she could hire a wedding planner and was more than sure they would have made it the event of the year if not decade but she wanted to have a personal hand in everything as long as she could. Every few minutes she would ask John his opinion and normally get something along the lines of 'Yeah, sure. Sounds fine.' She gave a scowl, pursing her lips. "Hey, Babe...how about this one? It's hot pink and mustard yellow."
John didn't move his head at all as once again. "Yeah, sure. Sounds great, Nikki."
"JOHN!" She yelled, slamming the book on the table.
John jumped at Nikki's tone, shaken out of his thoughts. "Huh? Sorry, Nikki."
Nikki took a deep breath. "Babe, do you not want to do this right now?" She sighed. "You look a million miles away. You-you're not having second thoughts are you?" Her eyes looked worried and misty. Ever since the attack, she feared John no longer found her attractive. John jumped almost right away back into work while she took an extended leave, worried the scars could be seen on camera. She told herself she was lucky to be alive.
John gulped but answered quickly. "No, Babe..sorry. I've not been sleeping so well lately. I think I need to see Dr. Anderson again." He spoke of his therapist.
"I know the feeling, Babe. We can take a break I guess." Nikki closed the book. "Ma-maybe I should get a planner."
"Yeah...might be a good idea." John agreed. He felt like a horrible person for not being honest with his girl but he could not even admit it to himself. The nightmares had morphed into erotic dreams. Ones that left him sweaty and covered in his own release and shame.
Nikki pursed her lips with a faint bat of her eyes. "What would you like to do then, Babe?" She got up from her chair, moving over toward John.
John took in the look of his Nikki. He knew she had a sex drive to rival his own. He also knew she was insecure since the day she was attacked. He looked up at her with a dimpled smile. "I'm sure you have a few good suggestions."
"You know I do." She leaned down, kissing his cheek. "I guess retire to upstairs?"
John nodded as he slowly stood up. "Sounds good, Hun."
When John turned, Nikki swatted his butt. "Well, get going, Stud." She chuckled.
John bit back a groan. Somehow, the swat reminded him of when Randy had spanked his ass. He moved past her to head upstairs. Nikki had a twinkle in her eyes as she playfully chased John to the bedroom. She hoped things would continue to improve between them. John reached the bedroom first. He bent over to expose his ass playfully. It was something he would have never done before.
Nikki chuckled at the display. She just thought John was trying to be a clown like he used to. She walked over, swatting his butt again before she went to remove her blouse. "I want to try to keep the lights on tonight, Babe."
"S-Sounds good." John bit his lip. "Can we try something new tonight...just to warm up?" He moved to start stripping out of his shirt and shorts.
Nikki raised a brow, looking at John as she removed her skirt, showing a matching pink bra and lacy panties. "I guess...what is it?"
John started to speak then stopped. "Nevermind...you look amazing."
"Thanks, Babe." She slowly turned. The scar to her left cheek and across her chest was not as noticeable to the outside world as it was to her. "What is it, Babe?"
John felt his mouth go dry from nerves. "Would you like to...um...spank my ass a little?"
"Ooooo." Nikki replied. "Come on, why would I so no to that...I do it in public." She chuckled as they always took little swats at each others ass when they were out.
"Maybe a little harder?" John asked as he bent over the bed, bracing on it. For a fleeting second, he envisioned the tall Viper behind him, Randy's eyes dark with desire. It scared the hell out of him.
"Harder?" She asked, a little confused she shrugged, walking behind John to hit his one cheek. John jumped slightly, giving a groan. His cock jumped at the feeling. Nikki shrugged, swatting John's other bare cheek. John groaned a little louder. His mind began to cloud with desire. He spread his legs a little more to open himself up on instinct.
Nikki gave a giggle, giving two more quick swats, almost thinking it was becoming fun. John became hard in record time from the slight sting. "Fuck...I'm so hot." He moaned out.
Nikki stopped and took a step back. "Well, you want to finish unwrapping me then?" She asked, holding her arms out to the sides. John moved to stand and turn around. His eyes took her in as he moved to slowly take off her bra, letting it fall to the floor. As he cupped her soft mounds he wanted to scream as his mind wanted to replace the curves with a tan, hard body.
Nikki was nervous with attention to her chest but gave a smile and a shaky breath when John's hands brushed her nipples. "You look fine, Hun...beautiful." John assured her. He moved to kiss her as his hands trailed down her sides.
Nikki lightly blushed. "Nice to still hear it." She told him. John moved to help Nikki out of her panties. He then lead her to the bed, pulling her on top of him with a laugh. She yelped as they fell then laughed, looking down at him. "Well, isn't this different?" She laughed as she braced her hands on his chest for balance.
"Yeah...feels nice...the weight on me." John admitted. "Want to ride me, Hun?"
"Ah….yeah sure." Nikki replied, unsure. She was used to John taking her, but she was willing to try new things. She shifted so she could lift up and shift back until she was over John's hardened member. She used one hand to steady to before slowly sinking down onto it. She moaned out, feeling her moist walls stretching.
John closed his eyes, giving a moan. "Yeah...that feels nice." Why did his body ache to feel a hard cock inside him at the moment? What was wrong with him?
Nikki sunk all the way down before shifting to rock her weight. She then felt the right angle with a deep moan. She lifted up slightly before sinking back down. "Mmmm Damn, Babe." She moaned, feeling the heat ripple through her body. John tried so hard to take in the feeling and ignore the other desires and images he felt. He reached to rest a hand on one of Nikki's hips as he moaned. Nikki panted and moaned as she went to ride John harder and faster. Her hair moving around, falling over her shoulders as her chest bounced with the movement.
John's eyes closed and in just that brief moment a face flashed in his mind's eye. Randy was looming over him. His steel colored eyes were a swirl of possessiveness and lust as he looked at him like he wanted to consume him. No one had ever looked at John that way before, not even the obsessed ring rats. The face looked so real as it studied him. "F-Fuck me." John moaned out between hard pants.
Nikki bit her lip, trying to go even harder as she panted herself, trying to keep balance as she moved. "Damn, Babe...so good." She moaned.
"Yeah...just like that." John said in a husky tone. He could feel his cock throbbing.
"MMmm Gonna need a hot bath after this." Nikki moaned. Without even thinking, her nails lightly scratched John's chest as she began to feel the pleasurable waves hitting her body.
John's back arched from the bed as he came. "Oh, yeah...fuck." He panted as he filled his girlfriend. Nikki panted as she practically collapsed on top of John. "That was nice." John said, once he could talk.
"Yeah….it was." Nikki replied before she moved to kiss John then slowly move off of him and the bed. "Well, time to clean and soak." She commented before walking gingerly toward the master bathroom. John knew Nikki liked her times alone in the tub so he laid and relaxed while she cleaned. He felt a little dirty for almost using his girl for his own fantasies. He had hated Randy for what he did to him. His friend had kidnapped him at gunpoint, even threatened to seal him off in a dark dungeon forever. Why did his thoughts keep drifting to Randy? None of it made any sense at all. Maybe his own mind had cracked.
It was close to a half hour before Nikki came out, wrapped in a terry robe. "Sorry, Babe...I should have asked if you wanted to shower before I tied the bathroom up." She knew John hated to leave a mess.
"It's fine...you deserved it." John assured her. He moved to stand and walk to the bathroom to rinse off himself.
Nikki went to look for clean panties before moving to the large closet, pulling out a simple pullover sun dress. She then moved to sit on the bed to wait for John.
John tried to pull himself together as he washed off. He had to wonder if Randy was still just as crazy as he had been or if time in the mental health facility had helped him. They had been like brothers for years. Maybe his worry over the man was manifesting itself in a sexual way. When he joined Nikki a short time later his eyes looked far away. "Everything okay, Babe?" Nikki asked, seeing the look on John's face as she looked at him from the bed.
John walked to slowly sit on the bed. "Not really." He admitted. "I was thinking about Randy...you know how close we were...just wondering if he's getting better with help."
Nikki tried not to tense at the mention of Randy's name. "Sorry, Babe. No offence to your past with him, but I wished his ass had stayed in jail and that slimy lawyer didn't send him to hospital."
"He needed help, Nikki." John insisted. "He honestly thought he loved me...that I loved him too but was too blind to admit it. Yes, he was crazy but he was my best friend for years."
"He tried to kill me!" Nikki snapped. "I'm scared of people seeing me. He could have killed me...I was lucky to have been found. You know he tossed me in the fucking elevator! Okay...let's say he was sick. So he gets help. They claim he is all better….then what? He should be let go to walk around again!?"
"I...don't know." John admitted. "I feel confused...Nikki, he locked me up in a basement for days...raped me...I know what he is capable of...I...just can't get him out of my head lately."
Nikki sighed, trying to calm down. "And maybe that is why you should see if you can schedule an appointment with Dr. Anderson for your next day off. You know they are willing to shuffle their schedule for you."
John nodded, looking down. He gave a sigh. "Sometimes I almost crave the feeling." He admitted lowly.
"The feeling?" Nikki looked confused. "What feeling?"
"Being...um...fucked...by a man." John said with hesitation. He left out the part where it was not just any man but Randy.
"What?!" Nikki exclaimed in shock, actually jumping up from the bed. "No...damn…" She shook her head in disbelief. "You need help, Babe." She felt ready to go into a panic. John had never shown the slightest interest in men sexually before.
"I...know that." John nodded. "Believe me, I know that...it just felt so good...I didn't expect it to...I didn't even want it...but it did." Nikki bit his lip, looking at John in disbelief. She wondered did she know him still. Her chest heaved as she took deep breaths through her nose. Was he having those thoughts when he is with her? Is that why he seems so distant? Tears could be seen beginning to pool in her eyes.
John looked up and Nikki and bit his lip. He hated to see her cry. "I'm sorry, Nikki...shit, I shouldn't burden you with all this...I'll call the doctor...get help."
Nikki slowly nodded, not trusting her voice. Her eyes glanced down at the ring gracing her finger. Did he still want to marry her if he was now having these feelings? She swallowed a lump in her throat. "We...We should get some dinner." She replied lowly, her voice lacking its high energy chipper tone.
John nodded quickly, glad for a diversion. "We should. Let's go eat." He moved to slide on a robe nearby. The rest of the evening felt a little tense to them both. John contacted his therapist and set up a meeting, telling the doctor it was important he see him. The appointment was set for John's next free day with Dr. Anderson agreeing to meet with John before his normal office hours.
John showed up for his appointment early. He felt nervous and worried. The erotic dreams had continued almost every time he went to sleep. The older man showed up see John's car parked out front already. He headed into the office, seeing John sitting alone in the waiting area. "Morning, John." Dr. Anderson greeted him.
"Morning." John tried to smile. "Thanks for taking the time out to see me."
"Of course. Come on in." The doctor moved to unlock his inner office and turn the lights on before moving to a locked file cabinet.
John took a seat, trying not to fidget. "I've been having...some issues lately."
The doctor removed a small tape recorder and a fresh tape placing it in the machine. He hit the record button, setting it on his desk. "Yes, you did mention that on the phone, but you assured me it could wait these few days." The doctor told John. "Has the nightmares returned?" He asked, sitting behind his desk.
John lowered his head. "Sort of...they've kind of morphed into something else...dreams of a more sexual nature...erotic ones."
The doctor tried to keep a straight face, looking. "I see...how long have you had this development for?"
"About a week or so...and it's getting worse." John admitted. "I can't seem to get...Randy out of my mind. Things that happened between us...how he is doing now."
"So, he is always the source of these feelings? Have you thought of checking out where he is being held? Even if you don't see him. I honestly don't know how good it may be for either of your mental states if you were to see each other."
"No...you think I should?" John asked. "And yes, he's always the source. Sometimes I can see his face so clearly."
"Even though he was your captor and tormentor he was your friend first for much longer. Maybe seeing he is getting the treatment he needs will place your mind at ease." Dr. Anderson explained. "Have these erotic thoughts ever enter your waking mind?"
"Yes...even while I'm being intimate with my fiance." John admitted. "I don't know what's wrong with me. I always saw myself as straight. It's not that I would be ashamed if I were gay...my brother is openly gay. I just never thought I was into men that way."
"Are you still attracted to your fiance? If so that would make you bisexual if you are also attracted to men. Then you need to think and ask yourself, are you attracted to men or just the feeling from the act? Quite a good number of straight males get turned on by anal stimulation whether it be by a toy or even a finger." The older man tried to explain.
"I don't know." John admitted. "I think about his body a lot...how it looked. But that could just be tied to how he made me feel. I'm still attracted to my fiance. It's difficult to explain it...Randy forced me to do things but he made it feel good...he made me feel wanted and desired...more than anyone else ever has. He would risk everything just to be with me."
"But you realize what he did wasn't right...wasn't healthy for either of you? Plus, the possible cost to your fiance. Maybe try to explore other avenues of getting that pleasurable feeling either by yourself or if you can get comfortable enough with her." Dr. Anderson suggested.
John felt so confused as he nodded. He doubted it would be the same. It wasn't just the sexual feeling he craved...it was the feeling of being taken...devoured. "Thanks, Doctor. I'll try that."
"Are you having any other issues you wish to discus while we still have time?" The doctor asked John.
John shook his head no. "Thanks for your time." He decided to take the doctor's advice and look for the facility where Randy was being held.
"Of course you know my line is always open if you need me." The Doctor moved to shut off the recording before escorting John out. John felt even more conflicted after he left. He spent the next day or so thinking things over before doing a little research. He was able to find where Randy was being held and contacted the institution to see if it would be allowed for him to pay a visit just to look around some. He hoped doing so would set his mind at ease and end the dreams for good.
After a few transferred calls John found out that Randy was no longer at that location and was moved to a secondary facility in Florida. Once John got in touch with the new place he was told that he could schedule a visit. He scheduled his visit for his next day off. When the day arrived he hopped his private plane to fly to where the facility was located. He tried not to feel nervous as the plane landed and he took a taxi to the address.