A/N: This is a slashy little piece I wrote in on Live Journal one day, which involves Batista having complete control over the Miz and John Morrison. I did change it up a bit if anyone who was on LJ reads it here and notices something different about it...if you don't like slash, then don't read it. If you do like it, feel free to review!! Also, let me know if I should continue this as a story or just leave it as it is!!
They always seemed to know when to cause the Animal trouble...
That night, Batista had been involved in a match with his opponent, who just happened to be DJ Gabriel. Suddenly, John Morrison's music had begun to play, interrupting the current match, and he and the Miz, the pompous duo they were, decided to enter the arena.
But they weren't alone, as they were armed with kendo sticks—they were hellbent on beating the Animal senseless with the weapons in their hands.
Batista cast them an angry glare as he signaled for a microphone. "You're not going to hit me with those," he challenged, one foot on Gabriel's chest as he spoke.
"Oh, yeah?" Morrison asked. "Says who, Big Dave?"
"I do," Batista snarled. "And because if you know what's good for you, you WON'T be stupid and mess my match up. And, if you continue to interrupt my match, I'm going to break those sticks over your heads!"
Miz and Morrison looked at each other, and the two burst out laughing.
Batista then felt himself growing more and more furious. "Keep laughing, bitches," he said, staring them down, an eerie animalistic look in his eyes. "Because when I'm done with you, you'll be MINE."
This in turn made his would be assailants leap into the ring and attack. However, they never got to use the weapons they brought with them.
The match was officially over, with Batista taking the win with a Batista Bomb to Gabriel, who had to be carried out the ring by a referee.
That left Batista with "Be Jealous." However, he was a LOT smarter than them, and he took each stick and cracked them over his muscled legs.
"Run, John, run!!" Miz shouted.
It was way too late for Morrison, though. "Right behind you, Mike," Morrison shouted, but was cut off by Batista, who had grabbed him and speared him into a turnbuckle. Then he grabbed Miz as well, tossed him into Morrison, and began to choke the shit out of them. Moments later, he began to grow tired of choking them, and he tossed them out of the ring in disgust.
A dazed and confused Miz and Morrison, who were also frightened beyond belief, began to collect their thoughts and ran to the back to escape the wrath of an already angry Animal.
Batista looked on, laughing as he watched the scared looks on their faces. He signaled for the microphone again.
"As I said," he reminded them as they ran, "you two will be MINE."
A while later, "Be Jealous" was back in their locker room, tending to their injuries.
"Oh, my God," Miz cried. "My hair. That bastard ruined my hair."
"Mine too," Morrison complained. Suddenly, he heard a noise. "What was that?" he asked, looking around.
"What was what?" Miz asked. "I didn't hear anything."
Little did they know that Batista had slipped into their locker room. Boy, were they in for a surprise. He let out a laugh as he watched them look around in fear.
"Dude," Miz said. "I don't remember leaving that door open."
"Neither did I," Morrison said.
"That's because I did it," a voice said.
Both men turned around in fear.
Batista stood behind them, two collars in his hand. "I told you I wasn't done with you yet," he growled. "And I did say you two were going to be MINE."
Miz ran to the door and tried to open it, only to find it was locked.
"Somebody let us out of here!" Morrison howled.
"Not going to happen," Batista hissed, grabbing them by their necks. "Now shut up and put your collars on."
Both men quietly did as they were told and put the collars on.
"Good. Now let's finish what we started, shall we?" Batista asked.
"Wha-what was that?" John stammered.
Batista's smile confirmed that something bad was going to happen to them. "Beating the shit out of you," he replied, grabbing them by their collars. The next few minutes was spent by him continuing to beat them senseless, kicking and punching as he went.
When they came to a few hours later, both Miz and Morrison found themselves in not theirs, but someone else's hotel room.
That someone else was none other than the Animal himself, Batista.
Not only that, they were bound and gagged, rendering them unable to move and speak.
"Ah, my pretty darlings," Batista greeted them. "You're awake. Welcome to my room, or my playground, as you're going to be calling it." He removed the gags and chains as he spoke.
"You can't do this!" Miz shouted.
"Oh, but I can. You see, you made me mad tonight. Nearly ruining my match and all. And, of course, I'm the most dominant male here, so why not find two bitches to control?" he asked, running his hands through John's hair.
"We have no choice, do we?" Morrison asked, trying his hardest not to give in to Batista's advances.
"No choice. Now come here," the Animal said, settling himself in a chair.
"Yes, Master," they said, looking down at the floor.
"Look at me when you're talking. And you're going to have to move a bit faster," he said, pulling them to him. "On your knees, my pets. You're going to be sucking me off right now. So, start sucking, my bitches."
"Yes, Master," they said. Both were reluctant at first, but seconds later, they were taking turns sucking and deep throating the Animal's large, meaty cock as well as taking special care to run their tongues along his balls, which made Batista shudder with pleasure.
"Oh, God that feels good," Batista growled. "More, my pets, more." He reached down to stroke each of his pets' throbbing cocks. "That feels real good, my dears. Don't stop."
This continued until Morrison felt himself being pulled up to face his master. "Master?" he asked.
Batista placed a finger to his lips. "Shh," he whispered. "This'll only hurt a bit."
"What are you going to do to me?" Morrison asked.
"Marking my territory, of course," Batista replied, biting down on his shoulder. "Now, back down to sucking me. Mike, you're next."
Miz straightened himself and faced him. "As you wish," was all he said.
That earned him a pat on the head from Batista. "Good boy," he murmured, biting his shoulder as well. "Back down you go."
Again, the cock sucking contest between the tag team partners continued, until Batista decided to put to good use a plan he had been working on. "You can stop now," he said.
"Do we have to? We were having fun," Miz complained.
"For now, yes. But no worries. I have an idea that I want to try. John, come here," his master called.
"Yes, Master," he replied.
"Stand right there. Mike, make yourself useful and play with yourself while I have some fun with John," came the order.
"Of course, Master," Miz replied, his hands stroking his cock.
Batista got out of his chair and stood behind Morrison. "Hm, what a perfect ass you have," he murmured, slapping the trembling man's ass with his hand. "All nice and round, and probably tight too," he growled. "Bend over," he ordered.
"Of course, Master," Morrison replied, obeying the command.
"Good boy, John. I knew it was possible to dominate you. You know what I'm going to do now?" he asked.
"No, Master," Morrison answered.
"Well, I was thinking that I could do this," Batista purred, running his hand over Morrison's ass again. Then he slid the other hand over his cock, lightly pumping it as he played with it. "Tell me how it feels, John," he purred again.
"Mmm, Master," Morrison groaned. "It feels so good."
However, Batista wasn't satisfied with the answer he was given. "Is it?" he asked. "Tell me the truth."
Morrison's answer remained the same. "It's wonderful, Master."
"You want me to keep doing this?"
"Oh, God. Please fuck me, I feel like I'm going to explode!"
The Animal laughed at the last reply. "As you wish, John," he replied, turning him around and shoving him onto the bed. "As you wish," he added, pushing his cock inside him.
Just then, Miz began to stare at them as he continued to stroke himself. "When's it going to be my turn, Master?" he whined.
"Keep whining and you won't get anything," Batista barked at him.
"Sorry, Master. I was just wondering."
"I will get to you soon, chickadee—I promise," came the reply. "I want to play with John a while longer," he murmured.
"Okay," Miz said, going back to stroking himself. "I can wait."
Another laugh escaped Batista's lips. "Good boy," he murmured. "Almost done," he whispered, continuing to thrust into Morrison.
"Ooh, God." Morrison's cries turned into whimpers. "God, yes. Master, I'm about to—."
The Animal's eyes began to darken. "I know exactly what you're about to do. Not yet, though. A little bit more," he said, thrusting deeper inside him.
"No," Morrison whimpered. "I need to—now. Please, Master."
"Just a while longer, my pet," Batista cooed. "I have to make sure you're ready for me first," he said, letting out a growl as he released jet after jet of his cum into Morrison. "Now you can go," he whispered.
Morrison let out a wail as he shot his wad all over Batista's chest and stomach. "Ahh," he moaned before he passed out.
"Aww," Batista murmured. "My poor baby—I think I tired him out." He pulled out of his sleeping pet and turned his head around to face Miz, who was still playing with himself. "Come here, Michael," he growled.
"Coming, Master," Miz replied.
"What would you like to do?" Batista asked him. "Oh, never mind," he said, pulling Miz to him and literally throwing him on the bed. "I want to do the same thing I did to John."
"Whatever you want, Master," Miz replied.
"Good, because I was going to anyway," Batista said, a smirk on his face. He bent him over and did the same thing he did to Morrison. He slapped Miz's ass. "Do you like that?" he asked.
"Yes, Master," Miz replied.
"Good," Batista grunted. "Or this?" His hand explored Miz's hard cock. "Mmm," he grunted again. "Someone's been making sure they were hard for me."
"Of course, Master," Miz replied. "Please don't torture me anymore. Hurry and fuck me, please!" he shouted.
"Not yet. I want to play with this some more," came the reply. "Just a bit more." Batista lightly squeezed Miz's cock again. "Not till I say when."
"Please?" Miz whined.
"No!" Batista growled at him. "Not till I say so." He squeezed his cock even harder. "Wait until I say so."
"Of course, Master," Miz said, looking away.
"Poor baby," Batista purred. "I'll let you—soon. Right now, I want to have my fun."
"I'm sorry, Master," Miz began. "I was being rude."
"It's okay," Batista murmured, a smile on his face. "I know you want me to rip you up. Hm, might as well now, since my pet wants me to take him now." He plunged his cock inside Miz. "Scream for me, my pet."
Miz let out a wail as Batista began thrusting inside him. "Harder," he begged.
He was met with a growl from his master and a volley of hard thrusts. "God, that feels good," Batista growled, his eyes continuing to darken.
Suddenly, Miz let out a groan. "I'm gonna cum," he moaned. Without another word, he climaxed—just as Batista was doing the same. Then he passed out shortly after.
Batista looked down at Miz, who was now fast asleep. "Poor babies," he whispered. "There's going to be plenty of that from now on," he said, pulling out of Miz and heading to the bathroom to clean himself off. When he came back, he tucked them into bed and headed off to bed soon after, a smile on his face as he slept.
