January 21st, 2013
"Take this beating like a man, Brad. Come on, you wanted an experience!" Paul said with a smirk plastered on his face. Brad was being surrounded by The Shied in a dark, desolate area.
Brad thought Paul just wanted to discuss the fact that he wasn't needed anymore, but instead Paul betrayed him and brought him here to get ganged up on by these three men that he only knew because he's had a match with Seth Rollins before. The other two just creeped him out to no end, and it wasn't helping that the guy behind him was pressing up extremely close behind him, and he could feel his breath tickling the hairs on the back of his neck. The bad thing about this situation? He was getting turned on by it.
"W-Well, just... Just tell Punk I'm sorry, and I'll just go, alright?" Brad said, clenching his eyes shut and taking in a sharp breath when he felt Dean start to lightly caress his hips. The tight skinny jeans he was wearing was starting to become uncomfortable because he was pitching a tent. Paul laughed and cupped his face, pressing his forehead against Brad's. "I want you to chalk this up as a learning experience. Have fun." Paul said, smiling and turning around on his heel, walking away from the scene.
Brad's eyes widened. He couldn't be left here alone with these guys. They'd beat him senseless, or maybe they have other plans... "Paul, wait! Please!" Brad said, mumbling the last part before looking over to his right at Seth. Seth smiled evilly and Dean wrapped his arm tightly around his neck, putting him in a sleeperhold. Brad began to scream for help and struggle in his grip, but then Roman kicked him in the gut, knocking the air straight out of Brad. Brad whimpered and felt himself starting to drift off. His knees buckled underneath him and he nearly fell, but Dean slipped his arms underneath his legs before he collapsed and released his sleeperhold on him. Brad felt the air in his lung come rushing back in. He decided it wouldn't be good to try and fight them back because after all, it is 3 against 1. And he would never be able to lay these guys down.
"P-Please, don't hurt me... I'll do anything." Brad said, resting his head against Dean's shoulder. Dean frowned and started to walk through the pitch-black corridor with Seth and Roman. "I think we might have scared him a little bit too much, man." Roman whispered to Seth, feeling genuinely terrible for making him feel like they were going to use him as a punching bag when that wasn't what they intended to do at all. They asked Paul to get him and talk to him so they would have a chance to make him feel good. They never intended to scare or hurt him, they just want to show him what being taken care of feels like. "Where are you taking me? Are you holding me hostage or something? Is this some type of sick joke?" Brad asked, curling up into a ball in Dean's arms. He felt secure in his arms, as odd as it may sound. "Ssh. We're not going to harm you in any way, okay? No, we're not holding you hostage, and you'll see soon. You'll love it." Dean said, looking down at the man he's carrying. He smiled once he felt him slowly start to relax at his words. They stepped outside and made their way to the deserted parking lot where their Range Rover awaits them. The perks of being some of the top dogs on the roster.
Once they finally got there, Seth opened the backseat door for Dean, and Dean laid Brad down, noticing that he fell asleep on their way to the car. "Okay, who calls shotgun?" Dean asked, placing his hands on his hips. Seth and Roman looked at each other, then looked back at Dean and shrugged. "I don't mind sitting in the back with Brad." Roman said, making his way into the backseat with Brad before sitting on the passenger side and carefully placing Brad's head in his lap. Seth got in and sat on the driver's side. Dean got in the passengers seat, told the driver where they were heading to, and they were off.
About 15 minutes later, they were halfway to the hotel when Seth finally broke the silence.
"So, what are we going to do with him?" He asked, looking over at Roman who was idly playing with Brad's hair and staring out the window as it began to rain. Dean looked back at the sound asleep Brad and smiled. "I dunno honestly. When he wakes up we can let him get more comfortable around us. We could order something to eat and just... Chill out." Dean said, turning around and looking back at the highway in front of him. "You guys can pamper him. I have a uh... Little problem to solve." He added, shifting uncomfortably in his seat while placing his hands over his crotch. Roman quietly chuckled and smirked to himself. "Let Seth handle that. I'll take care of Brad. Just keep quiet, we don't need the maid coming up and asking us is everything okay while you two are being loud as fuck in the shower." Roman said, remembering the time they were going at in the hotel's shower while he was trying to tell them to shut the hell up, but they didn't know that the maid was on their floor checking up on everyone making sure they had everything they need. It was pretty awkward having to make up an excuse of why there was so much noise, because telling her that your two best friends were in the shower fucking their brains out, she probably would've got turned on by it. Who knows anymore. Seth blushed and looked down, staying quiet. Dean just smirked and kept his mouth shut for the rest of the ride.
