Songs of Faith and Devotion
One Caress
John Cena punched the locker because it didn't fight back. It just stood there and took the blows. He tried to vent the rage into a safe and secure outlet. Every time he saw that smug weasel's face in his mind, the anger returned. Fresh and hot and bitter. It felt like no matter how much he dented the metal, he would never be free of it. The rage was all consuming.
"Go ahead and break your hands." Randy Orton leaned against the wall a few feet away, arms folded across his chest. "What good is that gonna do you?"
"It's better than breaking Barrett's neck!" The locker wasn't enough. John had to find himself a human punching bag. Only the satisfying crunch of bones snapping under his fists would calm him down.
Wade Barrett had touched his Cody.
More than touched.
Fondled.
Molested.
Taken liberties with someone that did not belong to him.
John considered himself lucky to have walked in when he had. He'd come to collect his Pet, only to find him pinned against the wall with Wade's hand shoved down his pants. From the jerky movement of Barrett's arm, John guessed what was going on. Cody struggled to shove Wade away, but the slimy bastard had hung on.
Until John hurled him across the room.
If not for Orton locking him in a vise tight bear hug, John would have bashed Barrett's brains out onto the cement wall. Proving himself to be a true coward, Wade had skittered out of the locker room faster than a cockroach in daylight.
The escape of his prey only increased John's fury. He lashed out at those closest to him. Randy simply shook off his raving because, being Orton, nothing ever got to him. Cody, on the other hand, took his Master's harsh words to heart and fled.
John couldn't even remember what he had said. Something cruel, no doubt. Catching Barrett in the act had left him seeing red. His brain hadn't functioned properly. He was in a foul, malicious mood, unfit for polite company.
"I hate him, Randy. You know I don't get that way easily. I might dislike and disapprove, but I rarely hate. When I saw…" Another flurry of punches left the locker beyond repair. "How dare he touch my Cody?"
Randy was not foolish enough to try to place a placating hand on his friend's shoulder. Cena was more than likely to snap it off. Instead, he let his words do the soothing. "Forget about Barrett. He's no threat to you and your Pet. I know Cody. That boy is dedicated to you. Wade can't give him a better offer. So go to him. Tend to your Pet. Show him the love he can only get from his Master. Leave Wade to me."
Rational thought finally penetrated the haze of hate that filled John's head. He didn't even know where his Pet had gone. Instinct told him that Cody had most likely returned to their hotel room. He was probably cowering in a corner, waiting for his Master to inflict punishment. His Pet was dedicated, of that John remained certain. Cody had done no wrong.
One question lingered in Cena's mind. "What are you going to do with Barrett?" A part of him hoped for violence. For Randy to knock him flat on his back and pummel that ugly mug into mush.
Randy shooed John out of the locker room. "That's for me to know and you to find out about later. Now, go! Your Pet is probably out of his mind with worry. Comfort and console him until there isn't a drop of come left in his body. I've got Barrett covered."
The slight drizzle that greeted John as he stepped out of the arena developed into a raging downpour by the time he reached his car. The dark grey clouds matched his mood. Ominous. Foreboding. His skin tingled with the electrical energy building in the air.
The steady swish of the windshield wipers had a surprising calming effect. John's nostrils quit their flaring. He didn't grip the steering wheel hard enough to dent the leather. Visions of Barrett's dismembered body no longer danced through his head. By the time he turned into the hotel parking lot, John was practically Zen. As arrogant and obnoxious as Wade Barrett was, he only had as much power over John as he allowed.
Fact: Cody belonged to him. Body and soul.
Fact: Wade Barrett was a lonely, miserable son of a bitch that only wished he had what John did.
When he thought about it from that angle, Cena almost started to feel bad for the fellow. Almost. After all, the bastard had tried to take what was rightfully his. John could only muster a modicum of sympathy.
The bed was empty. He had hoped to find his Pet waiting there. Naked, as was customary. No Cody Rhodes laid spread enticingly across the bed. John's heart sank.
Then he heard the sound of the shower running in the bathroom.
Shower meant wet, soapy skin. There was nothing quite like a frolic among the spray and suds.
John had never stripped faster in his life.
The bathroom was wall-to-wall steam. So thick he could barely see one foot in front of him. John found his way to the shower easily enough. He pressed his face close to the frosted glass. He spied a dark silhouette. His Pet, located at last.
Before John slid aside the door, he noticed the fogged over mirror. He acted on impulse. Drew a heart on the moist glass. On the inside, he wrote JC+CR. It was a silly little thing his Cody did after their morning ablutions. An oddly endearing quirk that John Cena could not help but indulge.
Wearing nothing but a smile, he drew back the door.
His Pet nearly jumped out of his skin. Not expecting a confrontation, Cody immediately covered himself. Clapped his hands over his crotch and, wide eyed, backed into the corner.
"Thank God it's you!" Cody said in a rush. He released his groin and rushed over to John. He engulfed his Master in a slippery hug. "I thought it might have been… him." He did not dare speak the man's name, lest he cause his Master to fly into another rage.
John slipped his arms around Cody's waist. He allowed himself to indulge in the wonderful slickness of their bodies pressed against one another. His fingers glided effortlessly up and down Cody's back. A pleasure granted only to himself. Every hot inch belonged to John. "Afraid I was that sniveling Brit come to molest you again?"
"Yes, Sir." Cody heaved a gigantic sigh of relief, which caused an interesting amount of friction between their bodies. "He snuck up on me. I tried to fight him off but didn't expect him to… well…"
"Go for your goodies?" John managed to smile even as Cody shuddered. "Don't worry, Pet. I don't blame you." How could he? Those round blue eyes lacked even the slightest hint of guilt. His Pet was innocent. His Pet was devout. His Pet was grinding against him with an enthusiasm that would put an end to celibacy in a heartbeat. Reluctantly drawing himself away, John asked, "What are you doing in here?"
Cody peered up at him from under long lashes. "I felt so dirty, Sir. And not in the good way. I knew I had to scrub myself clean before you would want anything to do with me."
His Pet did have the bright pink skin of one thoroughly scrubbed. "I'll be the judge of that." John slid his hands down Cody's chest. His thumbs flicked across the tight nipples. "Did you wash here, Pet?"
"Y-yes, Sir." Cody shivered at the attention his Master paid to those tender nubs.
"Really?" John tried to sound disbelieving but the smile on his face gave him away. He pressed Cody back against the shower wall. "Let me see."
Acting swiftly, he bent down and ran his tongue around it. Circled the tiny bud using only the tip of his tongue. His Pet was so sensitive that even the slightest touch, the tiniest lick set him off. As expected, Cody cried out. The sound rebounded around them as John gave identical treatment to its twin. His Pet seemed to be of two minds. Arching towards his touch while simultaneously trying to back away. "You pass inspection, Pet."
Cody gulped air like a drowning man. His eyes were screwed shut as he attempted to regain some of his composure. "Thank you, Sir." He reached to turn off the water, but was stopped by his Master's hand.
"Not done yet." His poor Cody looked like a deer caught in the headlights of an eighteen wheeler. One that did not intend to stop. "I have to be thorough, Pet." John's hands soon rested on Cody's hips. "Turn around."
"Turn around, Sir?" It was not like him to question an order from his Master. Still, Cody was smart. He could guess the man's intentions.
John nodded. Stern and firm. "Turn around."
His Pet did as told, though he watched John from over his shoulder.
A naked Cody Rhodes was a blessed sight. One of the Almighty's best works. Slim and trim. A more appealing ass John had yet to find. He had that curve memorized. His hands automatically molded around it.
"Sir?" asked Cody. His voice trembled as he watched John drop to his knees. Blue eyes met his. Steady. Strong. An unwavering gaze that cut straight to the heart.
Hands parting cheeks, John said, "Just being thorough."
The sound he cherished most, above the roar of the crowd and the chants of the fans, was his Pet slowly coming undone. No one moaned like his Cody. As his tongue swirled around that puckered hole, John soaked it all in. The soft sighs barely carried above the patter of the water. His Cody was gloriously clean. Deliciously fresh. John licked at him like a melting ice cream cone. Didn't miss a spot. Even the water trickling down his crack tasted sweet.
If there were time enough, he would have stayed. Would have pressed his finger deep and listened to his Pet sing in ecstasy. However, the hot water was bound to run out. There were far more comfortable places to play.
It was hard to keep his lips away. John blazed a trail of kisses up Cody's back. The back that arched off the bed every time he sunk deep. The back he stroked as their heartbeats slowed and their breathing calmed and the room stopped spinning. John knew every freckle, every beauty mark. A spark of anger flared within him as he imagined Wade Barrett attempting to lay claim to even an inch of Cody's flesh.
"Come with me." John shut off the water. "There's something I need to show you."
John would trust in Randy to take care of Barrett. In the meantime, he had a lesson to teach his Pet. Lucky for the both of them, Cody took instructions well.
Plucking a towel off the rack, he handed it to Cody. "Wipe down the mirror." As expected, his order was followed without a moment's hesitation. He stopped Cody when he neared the misty heart. "Leave that." His Pet asked no questions; he simply scrubbed around it.
Any Master worthy of the title knew the power of waiting. Filling the Pet with anticipation. What was going to happen next? Was it going to be something nice? Silence was key. Long stretches of uncomfortable silence that had his Cody fidgeting. Shifting from one foot to the other as he dripped water onto the bathroom floor. The poor boy didn't know what to do with his hands. Hold them in front or behind his back. Let them rest at his sides. Once the lip chewing started, John knew he'd had enough.
"It's time for a refresher course, Pet."
Cody's wide blue eyes were incredibly comical. "Sir?"
He wanted to contradict. John could tell. Unfortunately, it went against the rules. The Master was always right.
Not just anyone had what it took to be a Pet. The role called for complete and absolute submissiveness. No arguing. No compromising. They gave over their will entirely to their Master. Nothing short of total compliance was expected.
For a Pet, rules were made to be obeyed, not broken. Should one waver from his path of dedication, a refresher course was in order. A reminder of their place and their commitment to their Master.
John enjoyed the flustered look on Cody's face probably more than he should have. It was just that his Pet was so expressive. Bright eyes and twitchy nose. The way he furrowed his brow was downright adorable. Amused as he was, smiling was out of the question. He had an image to maintain.
"Come here." He motioned for his Pet to stand in front of him. He had Cody face the newly cleared mirror. Peering over the young man's shoulder, John read the fear in his reflection.
Too much fun than a Master ought to have.
"When you look in that mirror, Pet, what do you see?" John saw an anxious licking of full lips and the frantic flickering of beautiful blue eyes.
"I see me, Sir. And you…" Cody paused. "Sir, may I ask…"
"No." He stared ahead, glaring hard enough to shatter the glass. His tone sharp enough to slice through bone. "I ask; you answer. Obviously, this refresher comes in the nick of time."
Shame and embarrassment colored Cody's cheeks. "Yes, Sir." He was as meek and mild as milk.
"Do you know what I see?"
Cody trembled all over. "No, Sir." The safest answer he could give.
"I see a responsibility." John placed his hands on Cody's hips. It was impossible to ignore the shivering of his body. "You are my responsibility. All of this." Staring at their reflection, his hands roamed up and down. From under Cody's arms to the top of his thighs. John leaned in close, speaking directly into the young man's ear. "I have to protect you, Pet. From people like Wade Barrett. People who see all this…" His fingers trailed down Cody's chest, over the muscles of his abdomen and wrapped them around his half hard dick. "They see this and try to take it away from me. I will not let that happen."
At his Master's touch, Cody drew in a sharp breath. He began to thicken in John's hand. "Sir, I would never…"
"Did I give you permission to speak?"
It was several long seconds and several deep breaths before he responded, "No… Sir…"
No one else affected Cody the way he did. Made him hot and hard. Made him ache and burn. He struggled to rein in his growing desire. John saw the fight in his lust-filled eyes. Only the best Pet found arousal while being reprimanded. John simply held him in his hand. No stroking. No squeezing. Just a firm hand holding him in place.
With a finger of his free hand, he circled Cody's nipple. Like the rest of his Pet, it hardened instantly. So sensitive. John watched the young man's eyes slowly draw shut. He leaned back against his Master, eager for more contact.
"Who does this belong to, Pet?" He pinched Cody's nipple and delighted as his Pet jolted in his arms. Now was not the time to be lulled into a false sense of security. John demanded full alertness. "Answer me." John delivered another severe pinch that shot Cody's eyes open. "Who owns this, Pet? Who gets to touch you like this?"
Eyelids fluttering, Cody stuttered, "Y-you, Sir."
Good boy.
"And this?" John lovingly ran his hand up and down the length of Cody's cock. He smiled at his mirror reflection. Such wickedness had to be a sin. "Who else is allowed to stroke you this way?" His hand slowly slid back up. His thumb slicked across the head of his dick. John held on for dear life as his Pet bucked in his hand.
"Please, Sir…" Cody mewled softly, fighting a losing battle. There was no escaping his Master's grasp.
"I asked you a question." John knew his cruelty to really be kindness. Soon his Pet would see. "Is Wade Barrett ever permitted to touch you the way I do?"
Drawing ragged breaths as the pace quickened, Cody could barely speak. "Please, Sir… I would never!"
So loyal, his Pet. Loyalty was always rewarded.
In the tiny basket beside the sink, nestled amongst the laughably small bottles of shampoo, conditioner, and scented lotion was a tube of lube. Hidden from the hotel staff, of course. Ever the multi-tasker, John retrieved it without missing a beat. He took his hand away only to squeeze a bit of the liquid onto his fingers.
Slick fingertips circling Cody's hole, John whispered, "Here, Pet. Who kisses you here? Who opens you up like this?" Two fingers sunk knuckle deep. Cody's broken cry was the sweetest sound on Earth. "Who gets to feel you like this? Tight and hot."
Wade Barrett never would. Nor any other man on the planet.
"God!" Cody gripped the edge of the sink as the urge to squeeze around his Master overtook him.
John smirked. "Not quite, Pet." He realized Cody was beyond the ability to answer any more questions. The poor boy was nearly out of his mind with need. John loved it. Loved his power. Loved the absolute dominance. Most of all, John loved that his Pet always craved more. "Who do you need inside you right now?"
No hesitation. Not a shadow of a doubt. "You, Sir!" Cody gasped as the fingers left him. "Always you."
The sweet heat called to him. John wanted nothing more than to give his Pet every inch that he deserved. He watched Cody's face as he pressed through the tight muscles. A masterpiece of ecstasy. Cheeks flushed. Mouth hanging open. Eyes squeezed shut. John couldn't have that.
"You have to watch, Pet. This is something you need to see."
It stood to reason that, given the rage he had so violently expressed only an hour earlier, John would have taken extreme pleasure in fucking Cody senseless. To ride him rough and pound him hard. John defied expectations. He preferred to slowly stoke the flames and watch his Cody burn.
Chest fused to the flawless flesh of his Cody's back, John slid deep. Home. Warm and welcoming. One hand rested over Cody's swiftly beating heart; the other dragged along his length, stroking in time to his thrusts. That heart and that dick belonged to John. Beat and throbbed for him alone.
"You are my responsibility." John spoke directly into Cody's ear. His eyes blazed with possessive need. They locked onto his Pet's flawless reflection. He made certain to hold Cody's gaze. "Mine to protect. Mine to punish. Mine to love."
"I love you, Sir." Cody turned his head towards his Master. "You're everything I've ever wanted."
Words failed him as his Pet arched in his arms. His eyes glittered like jewels as he offered his mouth for kissing. John hungrily claimed his lips, tasting Cody's eagerness on his tongue. Bound by passion, they drove one another towards release. Moans became desperate. Thrusts faltered as pleasure mounted. Air was in short supply. John breathed whenever possible, but it came second to his need to establish his absolute ownership. Cody begged only for him. Cody arched only for him. And as the last bit of his self-control slipped away, Cody came only for him.
John issued his unspoken permission by releasing his load. Burying himself deep and emptying his balls. While he would have loved to watch his Pet erupt, to witness the streams of spunk shooting from his cock, John continued to kiss him. Sucked on his tongue as the tremors threatened to shake Cody apart. John relished his soul-shattering sobs like a delicate dessert.
All for him.
"Do you understand now, Pet?" John allowed himself to smile as, facing each other, Cody rested his head on his shoulder. Shivers still ran riot through him as John wrapped his arms around his waist. "I simply can't let anyone have you. You are my responsibility."
Eyes closed, Cody sighed, "Yes, Sir. And you are mine."
"How so?"
Cody breathed in the scent of his Master. "Someone has to make you happy, Sir. Make you smile. And I'm glad that it's me."
Lead me into your darkness
When this world is trying it's hardest
To leave me unimpressed
Just one caress
From you and I'm blessed