Sitting beside Hunter, Randy let his eyes drift over the crowded club. He sipped on the glass of champagne that had been shoved into his hand the moment the arrived at the booth. Flair was already holding court with several ring rats, while Batista was lounging beside him, the beady eyes skimming over the club but always coming back to rest on the man opposite him.
As Randy turned back to the table he realised he was being watched. Glancing up he found Batista eyeing him up the lust visible on his face. It was a lust that Randy wanted no part of. He shivered slightly, shifting in his seat enough that Hunter turned round and frowned at him. Seeing the less than comfortable look on Randy's face, he leant in closer and asked softly, "You okay?"
"Yeah," rumbled Randy "Just..." he caught the look Batista was giving him again and gulped. He really did not like his stable mate. And he really didn't like the look the older man was giving him.
Frowning Hunter followed Randy's eye line and gave a dismissive little chuckle soothing, "Don't worry my little slut he may look but I won't ever let him touch."
Randy gave a half smile knowing his master meant every single word. It was just as he turned back to observing the club he got a nagging feeling that Batista had very different ideas.
Randy was tense. He knew Hunter would keep an eye on the older man but still he was uncomfortable.
"Randal my boy," Ric stood up with his flock of ring rats. "I can't dance with all these pretty ladies myself - get up and come with me."
Randy looked at Hunter seeing the brown eyed man give a small nod of approval Randy slid out of the booth, relived for the small distance dancing would put between him and Dave's gawking. One of Flair's ring rats took his hand and let him to the center of the floor. On a normal night out he probably would have snuck out back with this girl and had a quickie with her if only to infuriated Hunter for later.
Tonight he couldn't, not with his cock bound by the tightening ropes. Randy felt her grind her ass against his groin as they danced and move his hands up and down her body praying his hands would keep her distracted enough so she couldn't tell what was actually under his pants.
"You wanna go somewhere more private?" asked the girl turning to face him kissing him under his chin making Randy curse under his breath. "You seem a little hot," she popped the top few buttons of Randy's shirt. He was hot, and bothered. Bothered by what was under his pants and that Hunter was causing him now to push this girl away, or did he have to push? He could slip away to the washroom loose the under garment and just have hell to pay later wasn't like he would already need to pay it.
The girl smiled up at him batting her fake lashes like a pro. Randy sighed as much as he might think about it he knew he wouldn't remove the harness. He couldn't'. He was about to pull away when he felt a hand ghost over his arse. Glancing round he saw Flair was now standing beside him, the legend looking at him with a strange almost hungry look.
"Like your present, Randal?"
"She'll do," rumbled Randy trying hard not to flinch when Flair pressed in closer, the old man's hand all but stoking his arse.
"Oohh picky," chuckled Flair. Giving a final hidden caress to Randy's hip he leant in and murmured, "Go on go have some fun with her…go lose some of that tension. You look wound tight tonight."
Randy just gave him a tight smile then groaned as the girl started to bump and grind against him, totally and utterly arousing his bound cock, making the harness suddenly uncomfortable and suddenly very, very tight. Randy tipped his head back acting for all the world like he was enjoying the attention where in truth it was killing him. As the girl turned and wrapped a leg around his waist, Randy's hand automatically grabbed her arse pulling her closer. Snaking her arms around his neck, she leant in and smiled. Brushing kisses along his jaw line she flashed him a seductive look and murmured, "So what do you think, Handsome. Wanna take me out for some fresh air?"
She let her lips brush against his lips, begging him to kiss her back. But as Randy contemplated kissing her back he glanced up and found honey brown eyes trained on him. Brown eye that belonged to Hunter. Eyes that flashed with a dangerous jealous anger. Feeling a surge of rebellion shoot through him, Randy couldn't stop himself keeping his eyes locked with his visibly angered Master as he slowly lowered his mouth and started to kiss the ring rat back.
Randy cupped her ass and pulled her up onto his body, keeping his blue eyes locked with the brown ones the whole time. Keeping one hand on her as he slid the other up her shirt getting her to moan for him so he could devour her mouth with is tongue. Breaking the kiss he smirked at Hunter knowing that Dave and Ric would question why he would stop Randy for going in for a ring rat kill.
"Come with me," Randy took her hand and led her over into a dark area of the club where no one could see them. In his head he could hear Hunter growling, knowing he was disobeying Hunter's orders to stay close by.
"You've got some kinky underwear on," the girl giggled obviously very drunk. Randy would be surprised his Flair hadn't spiked her drink. "I like that," she rubbed Randy through his pants and Randy let out a loud groan.
"You don't know the half of it," Randy pulled her closer unfastening her bra from under her shirt skillfully able to remove it from her without taking her shirt off.
"You've done this before," she swayed and Randy grinned she was more intoxicated than he thought. Little did Randy know there was more than just Hunter who had watched him walk off with the rat.
He was playing with fire. He knew that. He knew that the moment he walked away with the ring rat Hunter was be furious with him. But if he was honest he wanted that. He wanted Hunter to remember that he was a person not an object. Beside which it had been months since he'd fucked anything and his cock was aching for action. It was aching even more from the lacings which were biting into his suddenly ragging hard-on. The girl was grinding against him, kissing his neck, licking and biting at his skin, it was sloppy and vaguely unpleasant but he wasn't about to push her away.
He was so engrossed in his plaything he didn't see the large shadow watching him, he didn't see the man mountain lurking against the wall, the bald head and beady eyes fixed not on the ring rat who was no panting and groaning loudly but fixed on Randy and more importantly his arse. Just as the ring rat started to undo Randy's trousers, the figured moved calling, "Ortz!"
Randy growled swearing under his breath as the ring rat suddenly yelped and grabbed her blouse, trying to protect what remained of her limited modesty.
"Dave?" rumbled Randy, glaring angrily at his stable mate, "Kinda busy here."
"So I see," chuckled the older man, "Too bad." He looked at the ring rat and growled, "Your fiends are looking for you. So why don't you be a good little slut and run back to them."
She glared at him then grabbed her discarded shoe. As she eased past Batista Randy could have sworn he saw a look flash between the two of them but then it was gone and he was left alone in a dark secluded corner of the club with a man he loathed. Suddenly he wondered if leaving with the ring rat had been such a good idea after all.
"What the fuck do you want Dave? In case you didn't notice I was about to get some," Randy glared at the larger man for intruding on his fun.
"You don't really want her," Dave stepped closer to Randy. "It's damn obvious to anyone who saw you on the dance floor that you weren't interested in Ric's present."
"Are you really interested in the rats you fuck?" Randy tried to move back out into the main club but Dave blocked his way.
"No but I at least give them a good look over. I bet you can't remember if she was a blonde or a brunette," Batista back Randy up against a wall.
"Blonde," Randy stammered.
"Wrong, she was a red head," he placed on of his hands on the wall. "I would say you must have a blonde on the mind though. But…" Dave frowned then bent in smelling Randy's neck. He pulled back and with a terrifying grin he chuckled, "Well now guess I had you wrong. Never figured you as a man's man, Randal but you sure as hell smell of cum."
Randy began to panic knowing Dave was smelling Hunter's release from earlier on him, hoping the big man would figure out what blonde he'd been with and back off.
"You don't want to touch me," Randy tried to push Dave away.
"Oh I think I do," Dave smirked.
Randy gulped he was trapped between the big man's arms and he really did not like the look Dave was giving him. Dave smirked and leaning in he asked, "So what did you do, huh Randal? You get on your knees for someone? D'you suck 'em off or something? Never had you down as a cocksucker but damn now that I know you like it…" the chuckle that echoed around the deserted part of the club made Randy's blood run cold.
He tried to push his way past the large man but Dave just slammed him backwards one large hand holding him in place. Randy growled angrily hissing, "Get your fucking hands off me!"
"No," snapped Dave leaning in licking in shudder inducing strip kiss along Randy's exposed neck and jaw, "Now you just be a good little boy..ahhh!"
He gave a grunt of annoyance as Randy kicked him hard in the shin and attemped to knee him in the balls. As Dave clutched his leg Randy tried to get past him but Dave simply grabbed him by the collar. There was a sickening rip as the silk gave way and suddenly Randy found himself being pulled backwards. He was slammed into the wall, Dave pinning him in pace with his large bulk, the angry man, "You really don't want to piss me off boy!"
Randy was fighting to get free but Dave was just too big, the hold he had too strong. As Dave's other hand came up and gripped Randy's jaw turning it to the side Dave ran another shudder inducing strip kiss along Randy's neck snarling in Randy's ear, "I'm gonna make you pay for that kick – you fucking bitch!"
With that he spun Randy round slamming him head first into the wall. Gasping with the impact Randy found himself blinking rapidly trying to clear the sudden stream of blood out of his eyes. As he felt a large hand slide down his back and grip his arse he growled, "Get the fuck off me! Batista I mean it..."
"Shut up," snarled Dave, "Little bitches don't get to talk..." he landed a heavy punch to Randy's side making him crumple in pain, adding menacingly, "...they just get to scream!"
Randy bit his lip as he knelt on the floor pain rushing through him from Dave's blows. Where was Hunter when he needed his master, or had his master sent Batista to punish him. No Hunter was very selfish, he had learned over the past months. The older man would never give someone else the pleasure of beating him into submission.
"I will never scream for you," Randy spat as his lunged from his kneeling position trying to get out into the better lit area of the club where the patrons could see him. He failed. Dave grabbed his and slammed his back to the wall forcing a large leg between his thighs.
"You little whore," Dave chuckled unbuttoning Randy's shirt until it hung open. Randy struggled to get free but Dave had his arms pinned and was just too large to shake off. Dave's word of whore hung in his mind. The way he's said it was nothing like Hunter. When Hunter said it Randy could hear underlying emotion, a tone that told him yes I'll hurt you but you will enjoy it and be looked after. Dave's voice was uncaring all indication that he would leave Randy bleeding on the club floor when he was done.
"Let go," Randy hissed.
"No. Who would have though little Randal was a cum slut," Dave mocked him tracing a finger around Hunter's dried cum on one of the tight copper nipples. "So who is the one responsible for making you reek of sex."
"Get off me!" yelled Randy renewing his efforts to get free. He gasped as large hand slapped his face knocking his head sideways. Grunting with the impact Randy stifled a whimper. The cut on his head was killing him and the steady trickle of blood was marring his vision in his left eye.
He shivered visibly recoiling as Dave leant in, running a slobbering strip kiss along Randy's neck.
"You taste like fear," chuckled Dave menacingly, "I like that. I like it when boys are scared of me."
"I'm not scared!" lied Randy struggling to get free.
"Liar," whispered Dave. He ran a hand down Randy's exposed torso turning it to cup Randy's' groin. As he did he frowned then tilting his head he chuckled "What the fuck are you wearing under those pants?"
Randy froze. There was no way he wanted Dave to find the harness he was wearing. The humiliation, not to mention the questions the harness would raise, terrified him. Dave gave a humourless chuckle and shifting his hold, he started to rip Randy's trousers apart, working one handed was difficult and so it was taking him a while to reveal the treasures that lay.
"Get off me!" growled Randy still struggling to get free.
He aimed a kick at Dave's leg but Dave just grabbed his groin and squeeze ordering, "Stay still you bitch." Randy slowly obeyed his face crumpling as Dave finally got a hand into his pants. But just as the unwanted hand started to feel its way around, there was a loud growl and suddenly Dave was falling to the side swearing loudly as he crashed to the deck.
Randy was in shock from Dave's attack on him yet he stared at his rescuer, a dark savior. He watched as Hunter stalked toward Batista looming over the man still growling until he was close enough to kick him again.
"Ah, Jesus. Hunter what are you do? I was just messing with him," Dave grabbed his ribs curling in a ball to block another kick.
"The fuck you were," Hunter grabbed his shirt collar and pulled the large man to his feet.
"Hunter, man the kid's a cock sucking slut! He's covered in cum," Dave voice was panicked as he looked to Randy. Randy had slumped to the floor a sad smile on his face as if he knew what Hunter might do. "Hunter you and me man, we could have fun with him," he laughed realizing Hunter and Randy's expressions were the same.
"Oh I'll have fun with him like I did earlier but you will never touch him again," Hunter voice was trying to suppress his rage as spit flew from his mouth.
"Wait, wait that's your," Dave didn't get to finish his sentence as Hunter backhanded him across the face.
"That's mine and he is mine," the cerebral assassin roared throwing Batista to the wall.
Batista cried out as Hunter followed up with another swift punch to the stomach.
"Hunter come on!" begged Dave curling over in pain as Hunter unleashed his anger. The sight of Dave pawing and groping Randy had been too much. Seeing his slut touched in such a way had made something snap and Hunter wanted revenge. He bought a knee up into Dave's midsection snarling, "You will never touch him again you will never look at him, think of him or even dream of him. He's mine. And only mine. Like I'd ever share him with a sleaze ball like you."
There was a whimper behind him that made Hunter turn. Frown his saw Randy had slumped down further, the younger man's head hanging down as he cough flecks of blood appearing on the lips.
"Randal?" growled Hunter concerned for his slave.
He gave a final knee to Batista's head knocking the big man out letting him slide to the floor Hunter turned and slowly walked over to Randy. Looming over his bruised and bloodied slave Hunter glared down at him. Without warning he grabbed Randy's head yanking it backwards and snarled, "I told you to stay near me."
He searched Randy's frightened face then with his anger morphing into total concern he stroked Randy's bloodied face and sighed, "My poor beautiful slut."
Hunter got some of Randy's blood on his fingers bringing them to his lips slowly sucking it off loving the taste of his servant. Removing them he sat next to Randy on the floor pulling Randy up on to his lap nuzzling the gelled brown hair.
"I didn't listen master," Randy whispered feeling his own blood dry in his face. "Forgive me."
"I will punish you tonight you know that," Hunter spoke into Randy's hair. "But not for this. It will be giving me that look while you were on the dance floor with the filthy woman," he voice was a mumble. Hunter's hands stroked Randy's back knowing the young man needs to collect himself before walking back out into public.
"What about him?" Randy motioned towards Dave's unconscious body as he lifted his head from Hunter's chest.
"Don't worry he'll say nothing and nothing will be said," Hunter stood up lifting Randy up in his arms so the young man was standing up in a soft embrace.
"Are you sure? I'd really hate it if this to get out," Randy blushed not really meaning his relationship with Hunter but that he had been too weak to fend off Dave.
"It won't. We should get you cleaned up and tell Ric we're leaving," Hunter let go off the embrace, checking over Randy.
It was only as he pulled back that Hunter realised Randy's groin was totally exposed. Frowning heavily he grunted, "Did he try and…" he swore then lashed out and dragged Randy back into his embrace. As Randy leant against him Hunter whispered, "I'll make him pay. I swear," leaning back he caressed the side of Randy's face and stared into the still scared grey blue eyes. Giving a half smile he growled, "No one gets to abused you.." then without warning he slapped Randy hard across the face adding forcefully, "Maybe now you'll listen when I tell you to stay by my side!"
Randy nodded. He bought a hand up rubbing his face where Hunter had slapped him. He didn't mind the sting. It felt different when Hunter slapped him, it felt good because he knew the older man would look after him once he'd finished using him. He looked at Hunter from under his lashes and murmured, "I'm sorry master."
"You will be!" promised Hunter. Then giving a blinding smile he started to re-arrange Randy's clothes sighing when he realised the silk shirt was all but ruined. Shaking his head he soothed the crumpled silk growling, "Damn it I liked you in this shirt. Guess I'll have to make him pay for that as well."
Randy smiled at him then froze. Behind them Batista had regained consciousness and was currently staring right at them.
"You'll make me pay how, Hunter?" snarled Dave clutching his stomach as he stumbled forward towards them.