(These are based on the Saving Super Cena universe. They are scenes or one shots we wrote that for some reason or other did not make it into the actual stories. A few readers asked for them so they will be posted here as I edit them until we run out.)
Based on Closing The Circle. A scene with John and Dark Sheamus at Sheamus' home in Ireland.
John headed to what he assumed was Sheamus' bedroom as the door had been locked before. Standing outside, it he gave a knock.
"Aye?" Sheamus answered through the door. Something in the voice sounded pained.
"It's me." John said, a little unsure. "Can I come in?"
Something could be heard opening then closing. "Aye, tis open." John pushed the door open and walked inside. He felt kind of awkward and cheap coming to basically beg for rough treatment. Sheamus was sitting on the edge of the bed, a cloth clenched in his right hand. "What is it, Angel?"
"I...uh...I've been so stressed lately. I wondered if you would be up for some playing...rough." John blurted out, looking a little sheepish.
"We all have been...bu-but ye want to offer yeself up?" Sheamus looked confused before looking down at his hand.
John's eyes were drawn to Sheamus' hand as he drew closer. "What happened?"
"Tis nothing." He tried to tell him as he closed his eyes to focus.
John looked suspicious as he hurried to pull the cloth away with a gasp. "It doesn't look like nothing!" He looked upset. "It looks like you are hurting yourself!"
"Twas just a small scratch." Sheamus tried to claim. There was hardly sign of the cut anymore, but blood tinted his palm and the cloth now in John's grasp.
"I'm your angel." John pushed, not believing the words. "Don't hurt yourself again. I'll be glad to be the outlet for your darkness. It's why I came. Restrain me, dominate me, use me...you know I like it."
"I could kill ya at any time! Don't ya see that?" Sheamus almost screamed.
"But you won't." John said in a husky tone. "Even cold you are connected to me...enamored with me. To kill me would be to cut out your own heart." He backed away slowly. "I won't throw myself at you...but I'm here. I want a release as much as you do...to submit fully to my Master. Let him play now so you and Daddy will be spared. Make me scream for you."
"I do nay think ye fully know what it be ye are asking...but very well...Strip for me...and we shall see how things play." Sheamus said, shaking his head.
John thought it was almost funny they had been running like hell from dark Sheamus for days and when he almost tried to lure him out now he hid. He stripped down, leaving his clothes in a pile by the bed. "I think my big ass could use some color." He said in a husky voice. His plan was to sate the beast so that Randy would be safe and Sheamus wouldn't hurt himself again. "Think of how disrespectful I was in the kitchen...don't you want to...punish your bad Angel?" John was referring to stepping between his Master and Randy when Sheamus had toyed with them at dinner time. feeding off their fear.
"Ye were just..." Sheamus gave a faint groan, moving to rub his head. His jaw twitching faintly.
"That's it." John encouraged. "Just let go, Master. I want you to unleash the darkness on me." Most people would think John was a fool but he was in his mind saving his two lovers from unwanted pain. "I can feel it screaming inside you to come out."
Sheamus' hands flexed some, the hardened jaw twisting to a dark grin. *Hands and knees.* He ordered as he stood up from the bed, moving. His eyes opening to see the dark storm within them. John felt a rush of conflicted emotions as he dropped to his hands and knees as ordered. On one hand he was almost afraid, knowing this man was not his real Master but at the same time his body almost craved to be dominated. This was the Sheamus his mind had fantasized about on multiple occasions.
*Good, Angel...sinful...craving to please.* The larger man moved around the room. John could hear a door opening then closing. A large hand then brushed over his ass for just a moment before it vanished. There was a swish followed with a focused sting to the left cheek. John jumped, giving a soft pant from the pain. Although he loved his gentle Master if he was to be honest with himself he would have to admit this hard, stern Dom heated his blood immensely.
Sheamus was swinging a rattan cane, bringing it down across the other cheek. *Ye know I could have snapped ye neck today.* He scowled, giving two more fast snaps of the cane.
John's cock twitched as he groaned from the pain that heated his body. The cane was a new sensation to him, with a sting he had never experienced. "I know, Master." He panted. "I was trying to look out for my Daddy. That's all."
*Ye lucky I was reeled back.* He told him darkly as he delivered a few more snaps, these landing near the underside of the full cheeks.
John's back arched slightly and his legs spread as if his body was begging for more blows. "Y-You wouldn't kill your angel." He moaned, his eyes drifting closed. "I know it."
*Maybe...* He stepped back. *Maybe not...I nearly burst ye heart once. On bed now so ye up higher.*
John felt a flash of fear at the memory but he pushed it away, wanting to stay heated and enjoy. "Yes, Master." He stood from the floor and moved to the bed again on all fours. His ass was already feeling nicely warmed.
John could not see the smile on the larger man's face at the sense of fear. He walked over. *Ye crave this so much.* He snapped the can across the top of each of John's legs, almost hitting his balls. *Ye love the pain I crave...as long as I promise to pull ye back from the abyss.*
John could not believe how heated the threat of his sensitive balls being struck got him. This was the type of thing Sheamus would not have done before. It was so surreal it was like he was living out one of his role play fantasies. "Y-Yes, Master." He moaned, his own eyes dark with lust. "I d-do love it." Sheamus landed a sharp sting to the hanging balls.
"F-Fuck!" John's eyes almost rolled from the endorphins that wanted to flood him. Never had Randy or Sheamus delivered any pain to that area. The pain was immediate but his cock showed his lust from the action. "Oh, fuck, Master." He panted. Sheamus moved closer, using his free hand to grip John's balls with a firm squeeze.
John gave a strangled sound mixed between a scream and a moan as his back arched and eyes closed. It should have been torture but he was so heated it only served to make him feel completely dominated. *Say it...say what is begging to scream out from inside.* Sheamus ordered as he slowly twisted the tightening appendage.
"I...I love it, Master." John cried out in a husky voice. "Never felt this before...s-so good to feel under your control." His hands clutched the bedsheets as his body shook. "You know just how to treat your pet."
Sheamus let go and stepped back. *Roll over.* He set the cane down and began to strip. John rolled to his back, his cock red and hard as he spread his legs to expose himself without being told. Once stripped Sheamus walked to the bed his cock standing at attention. *Wish to taste me first...or rip ya hard?* He smirked down at him.
"U-Use my mouth?" John begged, fighting the urge to moan at the thought. "Fuck my throat raw then my ass." He had never felt so wanting. His body cried to be used. "D-Damn...so hot...my ass almost aching to be full of your cock."
Sheamus moved so that he could straddle over John's head. He braced his hands on wall at the head of the bed. *Go ahead, Angel. Take it.* John leaned to hungrily take the pale member into his mouth, sucking with enthusiasm for his work. Sheamus gave a deep moan. One of the few sounds he had physically made since they began. He lowered his hips to drive his cock deeper into John's mouth. He then pulled back only to do it again.
John almost choked but fed off the hard treatment. He relaxed his throat so that Sheamus' could delve in deeper, low moans coming from his stuffed mouth. Sheamus continued for a while slowly gaining speed as one would for a rough pounding. The deep moans continued, his head falling back. John had never had such a hard throat fucking. He knew his throat would be sore as hell later and he loved every second of it. Lust was thick in the air as both men moaned their enjoyment. The older man hoped Sheamus knew what was happening so he could see things were not all so bad.
After a time Sheamus pulled out with his cock dripping, he moved back down the bed to rest between John's legs seeing how hard and wanting the older man still was. "Fuck me, Master." John's voice sounded raspy. "Please."
Sheamus gripped John's already abused flesh of his ass, parting the cheeks to position himself to push in. He could not help but wonder would John still beg and crave in bliss even without the suggestion of no pain to his mind? John felt the pressure at his entrance and panted with anticipation of what he knew was to come.
Sheamus locked his gaze on John's own as he began pushing in. He gave a grunt feeling his own touch of pain. John's face contorted in pain as his tight muscles were forced to stretch so much right away but hidden there was also pleasure. "Fuck...y-yes..." He groaned, his fists clutching the bedsheets. "Make me take it. All of it." The adrenaline flooding him seemed to lessen the pain.
Sheamus groaned as he moved to grip John's shoulders, gripping in as he drove rest of the way fast and deep. He pulled back to quickly set a harsh pace pulling on John's strong shoulder to help drive even harder. Deep groans rattled the larger body as part of him milked the energy of the pleasure, but also that of the deep pain.
John thought Sheamus had been rough the day in his pool room but this was much harder, almost inhumanly so. Every thrust felt like it was ripping his body in half but at the same time there was a deep pleasure from his prostate being stimulated. It was rough and animalistic fucking. The sounds that flowed from his mouth could have been taken as tortured agony or bliss filled screams.
*Mmmm... Yes...feed them all to me.* Sheamus encouraged as he moved one hand from John's shoulder to grasp his cock, stroking it.
John gave a needy whine as his dripping cock was stroked. The combination of the pleasure and pain was making his head spin. "Thank you, M-Master. Thank you...thank you..." He babbled over and over.
*Cum, Angel.* Sheamus gave a moan as his head went back, driving deep as his own climax began to hit, filling John's body. John screamed out his orgasm, the kind that shakes your body on and on and saps it of all strength. The waves of bliss lingered as his cock emptied itself all over his sweaty stomach.
Sheamus pulled out, almost collapsing on the bed next to John. His eyes closing one could almost see his face softening again. John looked dazed as he laid sore, spent and used but a very happy man. "D-Damn." He mumbled. An arm reached over John's body, pulling him closer. John was surprised by the gentle action. "Sweets?" He questioned.
John just got a sleepy grumble as his reply. John closed his eyes, allowing himself to drift off as well as the adrenaline faded from his body.