(This is a brand new story written by my wife Jade Rose and myself aka rose waldron 9. We hope you all enjoy. It will be a supernatural story and feature Dean, John, Seth, Roman and Randy all slashed together in various ways. There will be elements of BDSM and dark themes. Please feel free to leave some feedback and let us know how you are liking it. The cover art is titled Something Lost and was made by the talented artist Nooneym on Deviant Art.)
Dean looked around the private room he had been given in The Lion's Den, an all male leather club he belonged to in Las Vegas. He had been a member for over three years and finally put in a request for a full time submissive chosen by the head Master Leo himself. Dean's childhood had been far from ideal and BDSM gave him an outlet, a place where he could regain some of the control he had lost in his life. Other than wrestling it was all he had. The Lion's Den was very exclusive and Dean trusted Master Leo with his life. The man had mentored Dean through some hard times and molded him into the cold but fair Dom he was today. When they spoke of finding him a suitable sub Dean had given Leo a list of all the qualities that would be needed: strong, able to withstand harsh treatment, flexible to work with his work schedule and loyal. He had no time for a fickle sub who would run off the first time another Dom tried to steal him away. Leo convinced him he had the perfect man.
As Dean sat alone in the private room the sound of music could be heard from the main floor. The door opened slowly and a large figure entered with his head lowered. He was naked other than a small, leather thong that covered his modesty and black, leather cuffs on each wrist. Each had a D ring attached. He knelt down before Dean, speaking in a soft tone. "I was sent from Master Leon, Sir. I was ordered to present myself for your pleasure. To see if I am worthy of you." John knew that Dean would be shocked to see him. He just hoped he would be accepted.
Dean's brows raised at the familiar voice. His ears had to be playing tricks. He raised quietly from his seat, dressed in tight jeans and black tank top. He was not much for 'dressing the role'. He was a take me or leave me kind of guy. He moved, walking around the man. His skin was lightly tan and looked flawless. His head moved, tilting and lifting. He stopped in front of him. "Lift your head."
John raised his head and his familiar ocean blue eyes studied Dean with devotion. "Yes, it's me, Sir...I've been a member for over a year but was never claimed...Master Leo thought it would be fitting as a match due to our travel. I did not know you were a member until he approached me."
Dean's brows rose, feeling confusion. A feeling he didn't like if anything hated. "A member...here of all places." His tone showed his disbelief. He knew to trust Master Leo. He was about the only person he could trust in the world except a few choice others. John was the top dog of the company yet here he was on his knees before him? "Wouldn't your home be Florida somewhere?"
"Yes, Sir my home is...You are welcome there or I will mostly stay with you...there is a charter of the Lion's Den in Tampa...Master Leo's brother owns it...I give all, Sir." John answered humbly.
Dean nodded slowly. He knew there were chater locations across the country...actually across the world. He went into quite a few when he wanted escape from the outside world. "Okay...I will...consider you." Dean moved back to the chair sitting. "What limits do you have?"
John stayed in the kneeling position. Something about Dean drew him in. There was no pretense...he was genuine. "Not many I know of, Sir. Only watersports, scat and small confinement for long periods such as a small cage. I am flexible."
"All workable." Dean replied. "How do you see behavior in public? I know you put on a show of being with Nikki...or I am guessing a show."
"Nikki is a show, Sir. She is actually with Dolph...Hunter is also in our charter. He ordered me to put on the act for public face. I...I am gay." John explained quietly. "In public I am afraid I could only be yours in the context of our clubs. In private I am all yours...I long to wear a collar...I was told you are strict which is what I desire."
Dean nodded. "I will need to think my final decision over. I have had a few at my feet before you and none lasted."
"Of course, Sir. I understand." John knew not to argue with a stern Dom like Dean. "Do you wish me to go?" He tried to keep his voice steady. He had put himself out there only to be rejected by two previous Doms after promising to think it over. In the end they had wanted small, almost twink like boys. A large, muscular man seemed too intimidating.
"You have any questions for me...you may speak freely." Dean asked.
There was a long pause. "No, Sir...I only hope you'll give me a chance if it pleases you." John replied at last. "Not just reject me because of my body type...I assure you I am submissive."
"I don't judge on body...but spirit. You are right...you don't fit the mold most think of. Nothing wrong with that." Dean told him. "Go fetch us both a drink. Just a Coke for now."
"Yes, Sir." John slowly stood and turned to go. As he walked out his entire ass was on display, barely covered by a small string.
Dean watched John as he went. Could he deal with knowing John was his behind closed doors only? He he deal with seeing the public face of Super Cena and not be bothered by anything he saw? Trust was a subject he always had a hard time with. Could he see him make eyes at Nikki and believe it was all a show?
John came back a short time later with two glasses. He gave Dean his first. "Here you are, Sir." He moved to sit on the floor with his as Master Leo had instructed him.
"You want sternness...but only in things do you like?" Dean asked as he took a few sips.
"Most anything I've tried, Sir." John said honestly. "I enjoy shows of dominance...spankings, flogging, caning...cock and ball torture...orgasm denial...light choking...restraints and gags...having my mouth covered...being forced to crawl." He listed what came to mind.
Dean nodded. "Of course must watch places that show...or as you said Hunter knows of your...likes. You have become skilled in doing cover up?"
"Yes, Sir...Hunter has a special makeup girl...she doesn't ask questions." John admitted before taking a sip. "What...what are your pleasures?" He knew a Dom could be into anything from light bondage to sadistic torture and Leo had said Dean was a stern one.
"Being below me is a goods start. You start being on the floor. In time you earn using furniture. This includes a bed. I love whips and paddles. Restraints have their uses as well." Dean ran a hand through his messy hair.
John gave a nod. "Yes, Sir." He was relieved it was nothing too crazy. Dean was known for being a little eccentric.
"Any concessions when it comes to sexual acts?" Dean asked.
"No, Sir...not if it's you." John replied. "If you share me and it's not a company guy I would request condoms to protect us both."
"Who could I share you with if it is a...private arrangement. Only Hunter knows of you right?" Dean asked. Was there anyone else John's secret was safe with? Who might he need to worry about finding out?
"My best friend Randy knows of my lifestyle...also Dave Batista and Sheamus." John replied. "But I was speaking more of if we were to attend club parties. I know many Doms share in our charter."
"You mentioned company guy." Dean told him. "Would you have an issue if I mention your name to one person? Roman he's one of the few I trust."
"No, Sir...I would trust your judgement." John's heart filled with hope at the thought of Dean considering him. "I meant in public eye...any you trust in the company is okay."
"No...Rome is about it...dude would take a fucking bullet for me." Dean replied as he finished his drink. He stood to pull out his phone. It looked like an older flip phone. "Here, put your number in for me." He held it out to John.
John tried not to laugh at the phone as he typed out his number before handing it back. "Here, Sir."
Dean took the phone back, pocketing it. "Thanks...if I have any other questions I'll call you. Other than that you're released for tonight."
John was surprised. Leo had told him to dress for play as he was sure Dean would want a trial run. "Yes, Sir. Thank you." He stood and gave a bow before leaving. He had never presented himself before a Dom and not been well used.
Dean sat alone in the room, thinking the events over. On one hand he was pleased, shocked, eager. The other hand he was worried...apprehensive. If things went sour with John as it had others it could mean a lot more then another failed sub. It could mean his career. Was he willing for that gamble? He finally moved from the room and upstairs for Master Leo's office. He knocked firmly on the door. It was only a moment before the older man answered. For a man of such power he was reasonably small and middle aged with graying dark hair pulled into a ponytail. He was proud to have some Native American blood and it was reflected in his office decor. He gave Dean a warm smile. "Dean! Why are you here and not enjoying your new sub? Is he not perfect? If my house wasn't already full..." He stepped back to let Dean in.
Dean walked in a faint bow of his head out of respect. "I released him for the night, Sir. I...I have my reservations." Sadly a statement not uncommon from the almost leery Dean. "You do know who he is outside of the club scene don't you?"
Leo closed the door. "Of course. That's why I chose him...travel would be easy and he is a strong man...one who will not shy away from hard treatment. From what I've observed he is very submissive as well."
"If he falls south like the others it could impact my livelihood, Sir." Dean voiced his concern. "Also in public he has a girlfriend."
Leo looked concerned by Dean's unhappiness. "I can see your points." He moved to sit at his desk. "If it is too much I can find you another...there are always more subs than Doms in our charter. John longs for a strict Master..." He looked at a list of names. "I could give him to Daniel. He always has room for another." Daniel was the most extreme in the group, into humiliation and sadism.
"No...no...Daniel would not approve of John's travel and would hate the fake girlfriend more than I do." Dean voiced,
Leo waved it off. "Well, I can find you both other partners if you refuse him. There is no pressure. John just needs to be claimed. He has been turned down several times already. Men feel he is too...large for their taste."
Dean thought a moment. "I am not worried over his size." He huffed, dipping his head running a hand over the back of his neck. "If things go south...and I need a place...Still have room for another monitor?"
Leon nodded. "Of course but I have a good feeling about this one. His eyes look hungry...he has never been owned fully."
"Okay, Sir...I trust your judgement. Sorry I questioned you. I think I will still let him stew for a day." Dean replied.
Leo laughed. "There's that sadistic streak I love. Use him well...he will be a pleasure I'm sure."
Dean gave a faint laugh. "Thank you, Sir. I'll let you return to your work." Leo waved him out, still chuckling as Dean left.
Dean made his way back to the main level of the club to watch some of the activity. John was in one of the corners being worked over by a floor Dom. He needed the release to let go of the nerves and insecurity he was feeling about Dean. He had hoped his new Master would accept him and use him on sight after waiting so long. A few onlookers watched as John hung from a Saint Andrew's cross. His thong was pulled down to his ankles, his ass red from the paddle the Dom was swinging. He was fastened to the cross by his leather wrist cuffs. Low moans of pleasure left him as the Dom worked.
It didn't take Dean long to spot John. He watched a moment as he tried to process what he was feeling seeing him with another Dom. He knew he said he would make John stew the night...but how much stewing was he doing at the hands of another Dom? He walked to one of the monitors he knew, whispering to him. He wished John sent back to the room he had reserved for the night once his time was done on the cross. He then turned to make his way back to the private rooms.
John was surprised when the Dom paused a few minutes later, the monitor whispering to him. He moved to release John from the cross. "You are needed now in Room 12. You did very well." The Dom said with a faint smile. John was confused but nodded and pulled up his thong, moving to walk back to the private rooms. He gave a knock on the door.
Dean opened the door with his shirt already removed. "Come in."
Confusion showed on John's face but he walked into the room, his eyes lowered slightly. Dean shut the door. He pointed to a wall that had chains and hooks on it. "Stand over there facing the wall."
"Yes, Sir." John said as he moved to the wall. He wanted to ask the younger man why he called him back now but it was not his place. His ass was still flushed from the earlier playing.
Dean walked over and connected chains to John's wrist cuff. "Do you like being on public display like I just saw?"
"Yes, Sir." John said simply, his heart racing some. "I've done it quite often in the Tampa charter."
"Hoping to catch the eye of someone more permanent?" Dean asked before swatting one of the reddened cheeks.
"In Tampa...yes, Sir...I've wanted a Master so long." John admitted with a small pant. "Tonight...I was just trying to release some energy."
"I see." Dean swatted the other cheek. "You burn energy by getting even more built up...interesting." He walked across the room, opening a wooden chest. "When's the last time you been fucked?" Dean asked simply. He knew most Doms only slept with those they had collared. "Not with a toy...actually fucked."
John's cheeks may have burned slightly at the question as he was half embarrassed to admit it. He had never worn a collar though he had longed for it for years, way before he finally gave in and joined the Lion's Den. He had frequented online sites for years in search of a decent Dom with no luck. "It was...over five years ago, Sir. A good friend...I guess you could say he felt sorry for me. It was my birthday and I was alone."
"Toys had been used on you though?" Dean asked as he looked over the contents of the box.
"No, Sir." John's voice sounded low. "I've used one on myself...in private a few times. As I said not many interested in a large sub...other than a flogging from a floor Dom."
"When did you last get off, John?" Dean asked as he pulled out a paddle of polished wood with holes in it, bringing it over.
John debated lying but figured even if embarrassed he should be honest. "I...I lost track, Sir. Maybe six months or so...when I get so built up I do it...myself." John had kept himself so busy with work he never realized how sexually empty and lonely he was. No wonder Randy had pitied him.
"Quite the accomplishment." Dean told him before John felt a firm hit of the wood to his ass. "What would you say if I use a vibrating plug on you...and paddle that ass until you cum?" He gave a second hit.
John felt a rush of heat at the words. Dean didn't seem disgusted by the fact no one had wanted him. "Thank you, Sir...I would like that very much."
Dean headed back for the box. "I will then free you and you will get on your knees and blow me."
"Yes, Sir. Gladly." John said. He had not expected Dean to actually fuck him. That was a right reserved for claimed, collared subs. He was grateful the younger man was offering release none other had. He did not have to care if John got off.
Dean retrieved a pink silicone plug and lube. He used a strap on the paddle to put it around his wrist to bring the items over. "Part your legs more and stick your butt out."
John obeyed, feeling exposed even in the thong he wore. This was the time other Doms made comments about how bulky he was and how he would be better suited in their role than a twink with a cute, small ass. Dean moved both items to the same hand so he could work to pull the thong down and out of the way. "Yes, you can be vocal for now." Dean told him as he moved to open the lube applying it to the plug before sliding the tip between John's cheeks. He worked it until he felt the resistance of the opening. He then added more pressure to push it in until it was seated properly.
"Thank you, Sir." John said with a quiet groan at the stretch. Dean wiggled the plug some before he moved to turn it on, allowing the faint vibrations to work on John. John's cock twitched at even the slight stimulation after nothing for more months than he cared to remember. He just took it all in.
"Let's see how many of these you can handle until you spray the wall." Dean told him the smirk almost heard in his voice as he slid the paddle to grip it and give John the first hit.
John gave a shudder at the mental picture. He wanted to hold out a while and please Dean. He hoped if Dean was impressed he would consider claiming him or at least helping him find a Master. He gave a pant at the hit to his ass. Dean gave two more swats, making sure to change the location slightly each time. John's cock began to thicken from the hits. His ass was already sensitive from earlier. He gave quiet grunts with each hit.
"Am I being too light?" Dean asked as the next hit was harder than the others.
"No, Sir...why you ask?" John replied with a small groan. "It feels good."
"Just asking." Dean replied with two more hard hits. John gave a moan. His body tingled from the plug sending jolts to his cock. He tried to focus on control, wanting Dean impressed he could last so long after six months.
"Let's turn things up a bit." Dean took his free hand grasping the base of the plug and did something to increase the vibrations. "That's good." John bit his lip. The sensations were almost unbearable to his sex starved body. He put all his effort in fighting off the sexual build up he could feel wanting to start. Dean had said he loved using paddles. What good would a sub be who got off in a few minutes of play? Dean thought John had amazing control for not having release in six months. He wouldn't praise him quite yet though. He gave two more hits on each check.
John groaned, giving a pant as he took a deep breath to calm himself. The need to just give in was there but he had been aroused before in play and held back his orgasm. Of course it was without a toy inside him. Dean ran his free hand over the heated flesh. "I am...impressed." He decided to admit. "I am sure between the cross and myself you have had enough for tonight though."
John groaned as his ass felt tender to the touch. "I'm okay, Sir. I've had worse...enjoy your fill."
"You over stimulate one area it will grow to a point you don't feel it anymore...What is the fun in that?" Dean asked him.
"Yes, Sir...if you want to stop..." John almost wanted to cry. If Dean stopped he would not get his release?
Dean moved to free John's wrists but did not shut the toy off. He turned, moving toward the chair. "Come here."
John figured Dean wanted his blow job now and he would be sitting on the chair. Trying to ignore his frustration he moved toward the chair, his eyes lowered. "On my knees, Sir?"
"Yes." He looked at John. "You think I am forgoing what I said you were going to do? I am just changing it slightly." Dean went to unbuckle his belt to open his jeans. "You are to jerk yourself until you come while servicing me."
John felt slightly disappointed as his hand had been his only release for five years. Would he never be worthy of being owned? Belonging to someone for more than a whipping session? He would not disappoint though. At least he was permitted to cum. "Thank you, Sir." He moved to kneel down by the chair. Dean lowered his jeans before moving to sit. He was already hard from the paddling he gave John. John leaned to take Dean's head past his lips, sucking as he drew more into his mouth. Not being collared he had not given many blow jobs either. His left hand moved to stroke himself as he bobbed his head on the younger man's hard cock.
"Not much lip service over the years either, John?" Dean asked, sensing the apprehensive nature. Shame filled John's eyes as he heard Dean. Obviously he wasn't very good for him to say that. He lowered his eyes to his task, trying with everything he had to please the younger man. "Relax." Dean said firmly. "Would you be more at ease if I told you I had considered your pledge?" John's eyes raised slightly but the hope could be seen before they lowered back down. He tried to relax himself while still doing a good job. He had honestly only given maybe three blow jobs his entire sexual life. "The answer is yes." Dean told him with a faint moan as he relaxed in the chair.
John felt his heart pound. Tears actually made his eyes slightly wet. He finally had a Master? He began to stroke himself harder, moaning around Dean's cock as he sucked. "Mmm knew that would make you feel better." Dean moaned as he hooked his hands behind his head. "That's better, John." He moaned. John raised his free hand to cup Dean's balls, squeezing them gently. He suddenly cried out around Dean's cock as his orgasm hit so hard he almost saw stars. His pulsing member throbbed to coat his hand well.
Dean moaned, licking his lips feeling and hearing John. "Yeah, John...good...mmm...reach behind you to shut off the toy." John let go of his cock and moved to turn off the vibrations. He then focused back on Dean, relaxing his throat to take him deeper. "Oh damn...fuck." Dean moaned. "Almost there...fuck. You gonna take it...or stroke it." Dean asked. John had never swallowed before but he would try for his new Master. He kept sucking, moaning around the hot member. "Fuck...eager...li-like that." Dean praised before a strained sound left his throat as he came. He panted, moving his head to look down at John.
John swallowed as much as he was able. It did not taste bad just different. Once Dean was spent he removed his mouth but kept his eyes lowered. Leo had told him Dean was a strict Dom. "Thank you...Master. It felt so good."
"Yes...you did feel good." Dean told him. "Now...I am sure you have an early day tomorrow. You are released for now. Of course common rules apply. You are not to play with anyone else without my consent."
"Thank you, Master. Goodnight." John moved slowly to stand. Bruising could be seen on his ass as he picked up his thong. "May I remove the plug now?"
"Of course...come here and I will remove it for you." Dean told him. John walked to Dean and turned, leaning forward slightly. Dean took a hold of the base to wiggle it slowly free. He looked at it then held it to John. "Here...clean it and take it with you...consider it a welcome gift." Dean smirked.
John took the plug with a slight blush. "Thank you, Master." He pulled on the thong to cover his spent cock before giving a lowered glance at Dean. "Goodnight...You've made me very happy."
"Night, John...see you at the arena." Dean told him.
"Yes, Master. You have my number." John carried the plug to go. He showered and changed into regular clothes in the club before driving back to the hotel. He was sharing a room with Randy. It was late so he was quiet when he opened the door and walked inside.
Randy shifted on the bed, hearing the door. He didn't seem to fully wake though. John kicked off his shoes with a grin. He felt so good to know he had been claimed. He walked to put the plug Dean gave him into his carry bag. He hoped Dean would buy him a collar soon. Randy mumbled in his sleep. It was not an overly out of the normal thing for him that John had dealt with over the years of rooming together. John smiled at Randy as he stripped to his boxers for bed. Randy had been his best friend, keeping him company these years alone. He climbed into bed and got comfortable.
Once John was in the bed Randy seemed to quiet down. "Night, Ran." John whispered. He fell asleep with a smile on his face. The alarm woke him early as always and he grumbled as he climbed out of bed.
Randy stretched and looked feeling the bed move. "Hey...when did you wander in?"
"Oh...sometime after one I think." John grinned as he stripped off his boxers to dress. Dark bruises were visible on each cheek.
"Damn...you had a good night I take it?" Randy joked. He had gotten used to seeing John in a way few did. The way he looked before the makeup girl got a hold of him. "At least your back is untouched this time."
"Yeah...really good night. A Dom at the Lion's Den finally accepted my offer. I have a Master." John said happily as he pulled out clothing. "I've never had anyone, Ran. Well, anyone who wasn't a cover."
Randy moved to sit up more. A brow raised. "A Dom...a local? Won't that make things hard? You sure he is discreet? He better not see you as some sort of cash cow."
"He won't. And travel isn't an issue." John's dimples showed as he dressed. "It's Dean, Ran. Turns out he's very close to Master Leo, the head guy of our charter."
Randy's eyes widened. "Hold on...Dean...as in Ambrose?"
John nodded. "I was informed he is very knowledgeable ...our club is quite strict. Master Leo put us together because we work together." He pulled on clean boxers and shorts.
"Okay...so you were part of the Tampa charter...but now you are Dean's you belong to this one?" Randy was trying to figure it out.
"It's all part of the same group, Ran. Leo owns this one his brother the one in Tampa. You belong to the Lion's Den and you're pretty much welcome in any of their clubs." John explained.
"Um...okay. Dean just seems...well, I thought you wanted someone more...regimented, strict. I don't think of either of those words when I see Dean." Randy told him getting up from the bed to get dressed.
"All I know is Master Leo told me he is one of their strictest Doms." John replied as he sat on the bed to tie his shoes. "Dean told me last night I'd have to earn my right to use furniture...I was to be on the floor."
"Well, glad that is only around him...I would have felt odd waking up and finding you curled on the floor asleep." Randy told him.
John groaned. "Come on, Ran. Aren't you happy for me? I haven't had sex in..." His tone dropped a bit. "Over five years. Since you...helped me on my birthday. Can you imagine a dry spell that long?"
"Was it really five years? Really….fuck. Of course I'm happy for you. Just be careful." Randy told him.
"And...before that one time with you it had been almost four. Ran, I've had actual sex once in 9 years." John admitted. "And it was pity sex from my best friend. It's hard being a closet gay celebrity."
"Fuck...you could almost be a priest with that kind of record." Randy tried to joke.
"It wasn't by choice." John said quietly. Randy would never know how hard it was. A healthy man had needs and he had nowhere to turn. "Believe me...but I'm not bi like you...not like I could hook up with a guy and have it leak out." His eyes actually grew misty as he thought over the years of loneliness and frustration. "Jerking off isn't the same. It was six months or so since I tried that." He stood to grab his hat so his friend wouldn't see the tears in his eyes.
"I still don't know why Vince has the choke hold on you about that...fuck Young announced it at a fucking airport over a year ago and most people clapped and said good for him." Randy said.
"I don't know but it was part of my agreement for now." John put his hat on over his eyes. "Maybe now I'll be able to have at least some sex life...if I didn't forget how." The last part was said jokingly.
"What's there to remember." Randy chuckled. "You play the chick...you lay there and take it." He laughed, trying to show he meant it as a joke.
John rolled his eyes. "If the guys you've been fucking do that you've been with the wrong bottoms."
"Well, sometimes I get rides." Randy replied.
John bit his lip, thinking of the one night with Randy. "Fuck, I need to get laid." He mumbled.
Randy chuckled. "I think I should shut up now."
"Yeah." John moved to his bag and pulled out the plug with a smirk. "It vibrates. Master called it my welcoming gift."
"Um...okay." Randy replied, unsure how to feel about it. "Just glad you're happy."
"Thanks...I really am." John put the toy away. "Well, gotta run. I'll see you at the arena, Ran."
"Okay, Buddy...catch you later." Randy told him.
Later that day Roman was meeting up with Dean for lunch at his place just outside of Las Vegas. Dean's home was small single story. Not what many would think for a major sports entertainer, but it fit his needs. Roman didn't even bother knocking but just let himself in, looking around the house. "Hey, Us', Where you at?" He called out.
"Kitchen Man!" Dean yelled back. He was working on some grilled chicken for a salad trying to make an effort for his buddy… a man he may even call family.
Roman walked into the kitchen, smirking as he saw Dean cooking. "Don't you look all domestic?" He joked. "Don't you have a slave to do it for you?" He often ribbed Dean about being a Dom.
"Not a slave...a submissive...or sub." Dean corrected him. "And if you really want to know...I actually do have one now. Not just a loan from Master Leo either."
Roman looked suprised before giving a half smirk. "Really now...is he a hot one with a cute little ass?" Dean and Roman were both gay so being the Lion's Den he knew it had to be a man.
"Hot yes...little ass...um not so much." Dean replied as he removed the chicken from the grill to rest. "But just gives me that much more to work on."
Roman nodded. "Hey, you know me. I like 'em muscular myself." He paused. "I take it he's a local guy to play with when you're in the area?"
"Actually...no. He was…" Dean chuckled. "Brought in for me to check out from the Tampa club."
"Oh, close to my neck of the woods. He moving to your place?" Roman walked to take a seat at the table.
"I doubt it...he is a...very well to do guy. I honestly would be embarrassed for him to see this place. You actually know him." Dean decided to admit.
"What the fuck, Dean? You're a simple guy. Why do you want a stuck up...sub?" Roman had to wonder. "Wait, I know him?"
"I know...I know I had my reservations about him. Master Leo is assuring me this is the right one for me." Dean told him. "And yes...you know him."
"Who is it?" Roman asked, trying to think.
"You can't tell anyone...not even the twins." Dean told him.
"Of course not, Man. You know that." Roman assured him.
"Glad you're sitting because you won't believe it. It's Cena." Dean told him as he went to slice the chicken to place on the rest of the salad.
Roman ' s eyes looked the size of saucers. "John? John is your submissive? But aren't you strict? The guy who practically runs the locker room is going to bow to you?"
"Well, obviously not at work...he needs to keep a low profile. At clubs or private hotel rooms...yes." Dean replied simply as he carried the bowls over, setting one in front of Roman with a fork.
"Damn." Roman shook his head. "John's just so...I don't know...rich, proper...I thought he was with Nikki."
"All a show. Someone in a office I guess wants him to keep up the all American good boy image so they need him to look straight." Dean explained.
Roman looked thoughtful. "Well, I hope it works out for you. Just be careful. John is one guy you don't want to piss off."
"No shit...that was my main reservation about accepting him." Dean told him as he started to eat.
"So...are you just thinking about it or have you actually...what's the term? Collared him?" Roman asked.
"I told him I would. Now I have not physically giving him a collar or token. Same thing though." Dean told him. "I was told he had been turned down a few times already because of his size."
Roman gave a slow nod. "I can see that. Guy like John you would expect him to be the one with the whip." He took a bite of food.
"It's the mindset not the body that dictates being a sub or Dom." Dean told him. "So many can't see that. I guess John just need to be seen as the one in control in public." He laughed. "Just as everyone sees me as the laid back, chaotic lunatic."
"Just glad you're happy, Bro. I know you've been wanting a sub for awhile now." Roman offered a smile. "A little older but not hard on the eyes at all."
"That he isn't. I just need to control my security issues. Going to be hard seeing him make googlies at Nikki...just need to remember it is like a set of twins. The John I have is not the same John doing those things."
"Especially if he's really gay." Roman laughed. "Damn...must be difficult having a sex life when you have to pretend that way."
"From what I heard it has...I am just wondering how long to make him wait before I rectify that situation." Dean told him.
"Being the Dom I guess that would be your call." Roman reasoned. "Isn't he just supposed to take what you want to give him?"
"And he does so gladly. I guess you can say...fuck can't believe I am saying this about someone like John. I think I may almost pity the guy." Dean voiced out loud, hardly believing his own ears.
Roman swallowed before giving Dean a disbelieving look. "Pity John? What is there to pity about him? Dude has everything."
"Well, everything money can buy...but he isn't allowed to be himself. He admitted to me he had not had sex in a long time." Dean told him. "Not like he can just grab a fan for the right. He is flat out gay...and he can't have that exposed."
"Damn, guess that would suck." Roman admitted, knowing his own sex drive was high. If he didn't have Dean to play with on occasion he would go crazy himself. "Well, if it's been awhile the guy might be pretty hard up." The Samoan smirked. "More fun for you I guess."
"Yeah...one reason I am thinking of sooner than later." Dean told him. "Well, at least I know he can handle orgasm denial."
"Orgasm denial?" Roman had never heard of it. "What the hell is that?"
"Well, a few things...one is my getting off and not letting him. The other is getting him so worked up and still not giving him permission. If he does then there will be punishments." Dean told him. "If he has already handled months I am sure he can handle whatever I want to impose."
Roman just shook his head. "You'd do that to a guy who has been without that long? Work him up and leave him cold? Punish him if he can't stop it? Damn, Us', you got a sadistic streak to you. That the kind of thing that gets you off?" He tried not to judge Dean. He just didn't get it at times.
"I didn't say I would the first time...and if you must know I actually let him get off last night. It just happened to be a toy and not me." Dean told him.
"Well, that's something at least. Sorry. Guess I just don't understand. Whatever makes you happy." Roman said, as he finished eating.
"He wants rough and strict. Fuck, I think I gave him about ten firm paddles...and that was after he was worked on the floor and he still wanted more. I told him that was enough." Dean replied.
Roman chuckled. "Super Cena strikes again. He's a stubborn SOB." The guys finished their meal before Roman excused himself. They had a house show that evening and he had a few appointments as the new champion.
Dean cleaned up after Roman left and went to pack as he would be flying out shortly after the show.