Cody wiped the blood from his mouth and gasped, one of his eyes beginning to puff up and swell. He coughed and groaned at the pain shooting through his ribs. He struggled to get to his knees and held his breath, looking across the room.
Dave had lost his temper again.
He sat back on his calves and held onto his stomach, trying not to look at him. He knew that if he looked at him, he would fly off the handle again. And the last thing Cody needed was more bruises. He sometimes thought about wearing different clothes in the ring, to stop people asking what had happened to him or staring at him.
They knew though. Everyone knew.
He got to his feet and closed his eyes for a second, leaning against wall to steady himself, his head spinning slightly.
"Come here."
Cody opened his eyes and took a deep breath as he walked over to him.
"I'm sorry," he said, getting out of his seat and sighing heavily, "I didn't mean to hurt you like that…"
Cody learnt a while ago to just accept what he said because if he argued… well, lets just say that Dave made sure he couldn't argue for at least a week.
"I know," said Cody blankly, "Lets just forget about it, yeah?"
Dave smiled a bit. "Yeah," he said, wrapping and arm around his waist, "Hey, why don't we go out with the guys tonight? Johns friend is joining soon and we're gonna meet him."
Cody nodded his head and tilted his neck as Dave started to kiss along his skin before pulling off. "You should put some ice on your eye… oh and maybe you need to put a bit more make up on. That bruise is going to suck."
Cody watched Dave leave their tiny kitchen and sit down on the sofa before turning around and leaned against the counter for a few minutes.
It hadn't always been like this. And he knew that Dave didn't really mean to hurt him. When he first started seeing him, Dave was probably the nicest guy anyone could have ever met. He was kind, funny, caring… Now, however, he was a monster. As soon as he started taking steroids, Dave changed. He was no longer the guy Cody has fallen for, he was a stranger who cared about nothing but getting bigger and making a name for himself.
Cody was no longer his boyfriend. He was a trophy.
Cody sighed heavily as he got the ice from the freezer and wrapped it in a cloth, holding it to his swelling eye. He left the kitchen and went into their bedroom and started picking out what he was going to wear. Dave always liked it when he wore tight fitting clothes. He liked to show him off.
He grabbed a pair of black jeans and a white shirt out of the wardrobe and set them out on the bed.
"Cody, what are you wearing?"
He looked out of the bedroom, putting down the make up pad. "Um, a white shirt and those black jeans…"
Dave walked into the room. "Oh, good," he said, putting his hands on Cody's shoulders, "You'll look great. Just put a bit more make up on around that eye."
Cody picked up the sponge again and finished it off, turning around. "Better?" he asked, not looking him in the eyes.
"Perfect," said Dave, grinning.
Cody took off his tee shirt and leaned over to get the shirt from the bed but he winced slightly.
"Don't even think about starting that shit tonight," growled Dave, grabbing him by the throat and shoving him up against the wardrobe.
Cody's hand went straight to Dave's wrist, trying desperately to get him off. "I won't," he choked out, gasping for breath, "I promise I won't!"
Dave's face softened a little and he let him go. "Good," he said, coughing a bit and handing Cody the shirt before getting his own clothes and getting dressed.
Cody didn't dare flinch as he dressed himself.
Dave always made sure Cody was right beside him when they went out, his arm constantly around his shoulder. He would occasionally kiss him roughly when he was talking to someone, something that made Cody cringe.
They met John at the bar and Dave ordered a round of drinks as they found a table.
"Guys, this is Randy," said John, "Um, I don't know. I think you might know Cody. Cody Runnels? Rhodes?"
"I know your dad," said Randy, lighting up a cigarette as he sat down beside John, "Him and my dad are friends."
Cody smiled a bit and nodded his head as Dave threw his big arm across his shoulder, pulling him closer. Randy arched an eyebrow as Cody took a gulp of his beer.
"So when are you starting?" asked Dave, running his fingers across Cody's neck.
"The day after tomorrow."
"Why don't you go and grab us some more beers?" he slurred, handing Cody's his wallet.
Randy watched as Cody got up slowly, going over to the bar. John had long before left them in search of a piece of ass for the night and he was left with Big Dave and his sidekick. Cody wasn't too bad though, a little quiet.
"He's hot isn't he?"
Randy arch an eyebrow, looking back at Dave. "Sorry?"
"Cody. You're staring at him."
Randy sat back in his seat, unsure of how to approach this. "He's ok."
"A bit more than just ok," said Dave, smirking, "Tight too."
Randy blinked. "How long are you two together?" he asked, seeing Cody talking to the barwoman.
"Dunno, about six months," he said, "Bet you'd love a piece of him."
Randy couldn't help but stare at Dave. "I'm not sure you should be talking about your boyfriend like that," he said, taking a gulp from his bottle, "He might get a little pissed."
Dave burst out laughing as Cody made his way back over and sat down, handing Dave and Randy their drinks.
"Hey," said Dave, laughing again, wrapping an arm around Cody's shoulder, "Randy here thinks you'd get pissy with me if I talk about you having a tight ass."
Cody's expression didn't change when Dave said it to him, he simply smiled a little and took a long gulp from his drink.
"I got an idea," said Dave, kissing Cody's neck, "Why don't we head back to ours after these for a little fun."
Cody felt his stomach turn. He didn't think he could handle having two people after Dave dry fucked him last night.
"Shouldn't you ask him first?" said Randy, lighting up a cigarette.
"Nah, he's good for it," said Dave, smirking, "Aren't you Cody."
He felt his arm wrapping a little harder around his shoulder. "Sure," he said, "Why not?"
Randy sat back in his seat. "Alright," said Randy, grinning. Dave stood up and yelled across the bar for three Jacks and Coke before saying he was going to take a piss.
Cody sat there as he left, coughing a bit.
"Should be fun tonight," said Randy, smoothly, watching Cody's every reaction.
"Should be," he agreed, paying for the round of drinks.
Randy took the drinks and started pouring them quickly and carefully as he put one glass to where Dave was sitting. And the other two in the middle of the table.
"I haven't had a threesome in a while," said Randy, sipping on his drink. Cody didn't answer and went to take one of the drinks but blinked when Randy grabbed his wrist, pushing the one in the middle of the table over to him without a word.
Cody frowned and took it.
"What did I miss?"
Cody jumped a bit as Dave sat back down.
"Nothing much," said Randy, "We were just talking about how much fun tonight will be."
Cody watched as Dave downed his drink and he left his untouched.
"Don't want it?" asked Dave and Cody's heart pounded.
"Um, I just want to get out of here," he said quietly, moving his leg against Dave's.
Dave smirked and stood up.
"You going to join us, Randy?"
Randy stood up and grabbed his jacket, smirking a little. He glanced at Cody and grinned before leading the way out of the bar.
"You better not embarrass me tonight," Dave said into Cody's ear.
"I won't," he said, leaning up and kissing his jaw, "I promise…"
Cody walked in the door of the apartment, his stomach tied in knots as he kept watching Dave closely. Dave shut the door.
"Hey Cody," he said, grinning and taking off his shirt, dropping it to the floor as he sat on the couch.
Cody walked over to him and got on the floor in front of him. It always started off like this, he would suck him off as the other guy fucked him before swapping it around. Dave would usually pass out from too much alcohol and the other guy would leave.
Dave grabbed a bottle of vodka from beside the couch and opened it, taking a gulp. He coughed a bit and unzipped his trousers, settling back. Cody glanced at Randy who was standing there watching them closely. He leaned forward, pulling Dave's trousers and pants off before wrapping his hand around him, jerking him off slowly.
"Get yourself comfortable, Randy," said Dave, closing his eyes for a second, "Find out for yourself if I was telling the truth about him being tight."
Cody could feel him hardening in his hand and he leaned forward, wrapping his lips around his cock. He moved his head back and forth slowly, his tongue circling his tip and he jumped slightly when he felt his trousers being undone. He sucked Dave a little harder when Randy pulled his trousers down.
"No underwear?" Randy asked sounding amused, his hands moving across his ass.
"I don't like him wearing any," Dave grunted, thrusting upwards slightly into Cody's mouth.
Randy let out a laugh and ran his finger along Cody's entrance.
Cody closed his eyes tightly, waiting for the intrusion but it never came. He started jerk Dave off as he gasped for air. He let out a surprised groan when he felt Randy's tongue on him. He closed his eyes, whimpering as he jerked Dave off slower, Randy tongue running back and forth over his hole, prodding him gently. He swallowed hard and moaned loudly as Randy's hand went to his balls, rubbing them firmly.
He felt Dave start to soften in his hand and his stomach jumped, looking up. He saw Dave was passed out and he closed his eyes again, whimpering as Randy pulled off.
Cody sat up and turned around, looking at him.
"I'm sorry, dude," he said, "But your boyfriend is an ass."
Cody blinked. He didn't really know what to say or do. "Did you spike his drink?"
Randy smirked. "It's ok," he said, "He's just asleep. He won't remember a thing tomorrow."
Cody pulled up his trousers and sat back, glancing around.
"What happened to your back?"
"Huh?"
"You have a nice bruise in the shape of a boot on you back," he said, lighting up a cigarette.
"Oh, um just a match," he said, bringing his knees up to his chest. He didn't know if he liked Randy or not. He spiked his boyfriends drink. He didn't know him from shit.
"Wanna help me move him?" asked Randy, standing up. Cody stood up and grabbed his legs as Randy grabbed his shoulders. They struggled to carry him into the bedroom and put him on the bed. "Better get him naked," said Randy, pulling off his shoes, "Especially since we had the best threesome in the history of sex."
Cody couldn't help but grin a little as they undressed him.
"Oh and try use some lube next time," said Randy, taking his shirt off, "You're slit."
"Huh?"
"Your ass is slit."
Cody blinked and sat down on the bed as Randy took a long drag from his smoke and took off his trousers, tossing them to the floor. He took his underwear off and sat on the bed too. Cody took off his trousers, feeling over exposed as he lay down beside Dave.
"Best get some sleep," said Randy.
"If he asks what happened…"
"Just tell him we both fucked you," he said, stabbing his cigarette out and closing his eyes.