Warning:This chapter does include rape and graphic violence. Warning this chapter is very dark. not for faint at heart. This is a side of John no one has seen! You've been warned.
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Randy tried to go back to sleep. His eye and wrist hurt so bad. Carefully and very slowly he climbed out of bed again. Thinking that he should have went to the bathroom before he laid back down. Very quietly he made his way across the bedrooms hardwood floor. Finally reaching the bathrooms door handle.
Randy slowly opened the door, just as he did the door squeaked. His heart jumped, he was so afraid that John had heard him. Randy didn't want to wake John. He wanted John to sleep hoping that if John slept good he would be ok when he woke up. Looking to see John had not moved, Randy slowly entered the bathroom. He closed the door as gently as he could. Waiting until he closed the door to turn on the light.
The light burned his eyes so bad it took a moment for them to adjust. When he could see, Randy turned around to go to the medicine cabinet. It was at that moment that he gasped, his heart sank. Randy had looked in the mirror, and what stared back at him brought tears to his eyes. He still could not believe that his sweet, loving, caring husband, or "Dimples" as that was Randy's pet nickname for John. Would ever hurt him like John did.
Slowly Randy opened the medicine cabinet and retrieved two percicets. They had been left over from an old prescription. He closed the door back. Once again freezing as he gazed upon the man in the mirror. He moved to place the pills in his mouth. With shaking hands he went to take them. He cupped his hands under the faucet for water to wash the pills down with.
Retrieving a wash cloth from the drawer under the sink. Randy wet it with cold water. As cold as he could get it from a faucet. He was hoping to keep some swelling down. At least what little he could. His eye was already dark blue and purple. He was just thankful that he could see out of It. He flinched at the pain and coldness that the cloth had caused. Placing the cloth to where John couldn't find it. Until he could take it to the laundry-room down stairs. Randy looked at his face once more. Shaking his head and sighing. He carefully went to leave the bathroom.
Turning off the light. He gently reopened the door. He stepped out of the bathroom. Carefully closing the door behind him. Randy stepped very lightly. He made his way back over to their bed. He gently lifted the covers. Slowly and very softly trying to lay back down. Randy pulled the covers up. His breathe hitched because at that moment John had moved.
Randy thought for sure that he had been caught. He let his breath go when he realized that John was indeed sleeping deeply. Randy thought back to last night at the house show and what happened afterward. He was trying so hard to remember anything he might have done to anger John. Of course he and John have had arguments in the past. Every married couple does. Nothing like last night though.
Randy tried so hard to think of anything. Whenever he would tell John that he didn't feel like having sex, in the past. John always said that it was ok. Then they would just cuddle and enjoy each other.
Last night wasn't one of those times. last night when Randy had told John about how badly his neck hurt. That he just wanted to soak in a hot bath. John had gotten real angry. As soon as John had set the bottle of water down on the bedside table. He walked over to Randy and took what he wanted.
Randy could not believe the strength that John had showed. Randy could not believe that the love of his life would force him like he did. After trying to think some more about what could have caused John to hurt him. Randy prayed again. He prayed for answers and for their marriage. He was so confused.
Sleep was finally coming to claim Randy. Randy was so happy in his sleep. For he dreamed of the times that he and John would hold each other and cuddle after really hard matches. How they would lay together naked. Feeling the warmth of each other. How they would drift off to sleep in each others arms. Randy Orton was smiling in his sleep. Little did he know. That would be the last time he would smile for days.
Randy was slowly starting to wake up from his happy sleep. He was feeling happy as he did. He also felt cold on his wrists. He went to move his arm so he could rub the sleep from his eyes. That was when he felt how heavy, whatever it was on his wrist were. Lifting his hand up Randy began to freak the hell out. He noticed that the cold and heavy things on his wrists were thick and wide. They had a linked metal chain that was attached to them.
Trying to sit up the best he could. He startlingly looked over at John. Randy seen John sitting up in bed. John was finishing off the rest of the bottle of water he had last night from tha arena. "What the hell John?" Randy yelled. John just slowly turns his head towards Randy.
Looking into John's eyes, Randy's heart sank. It wasn't his John looking at him. Because John's eyes were clouded and dark again. It was the same eyes from last night. "What does it look like Randy? I have chained you to the bed Randy. I can't have you getting out of bed when I told you not to. Now can I Randy?" John leered back at him with slurred words.
"My god" Randy sighed lowering his head. John just laughed "God is not here Randy. He can't save you. No one can!"
With that being said John rose up off the bed. John was wearing nothing, and his cock was semi hard. John ripped the covers off of Randy. Randy looked down relieved that he was still waring his pajama bottoms.
John watched as Randy looked down. "Oh don't worry. You want be wearing those for long" John said as he went to climbed in front of the bed. "JOHN please you don't have to do this!" Randy tried to get John to stop. John just looked at Randy with his gone and clouded eyes.
John reached down grabbing a hold of Randy's pajamas and ripped them off. John licked his lips as he looked down at his husbands flaccid cock. "NO! please John you do.." Randy's words were cut off by a yelp of pain. When John grabbed at Randy's cock roughly.
Randy pleaded with John again to stop. "Randy by asking me to stop is only going to make this worse for you. You need to learn now, that when I tell you to do something you DO IT!" John yelled. "Now you need to be punished for disobeying me." John leered at Randy with those dark, almost black eyes. "Next time when I tell you to get in bed you will STAY!" John said in a tone of voice Randy had never heard before. It chilled him to the bone and ripped at his very soul.
John went to the foot of the bed reaching under it. He grabbed out another chain. The chain was about five feet long. Each link was one inch wide and two inches long. Randy looked on in horror as John wrapped the chain around his large fist.
"If you fight me Randy, I will take this chain and beat the hell out of you with it!" John told Randy with slurred words. Randy could see the anger and the truth in John's eyes. Randy didn't know what to do. He was so damn pissed that John was doing this to him. Randy tried sweet talk, that didn't work. So he did the only other thing he could do.
"God damn it John! What the fuck! What is wrong with you? We have been together for three damn years. You have never hit me let alone force sex on me, like you did last night. Did you take something? God John are you on drugs?" Randy pleaded with John the best he could. John looked with anger at Randy. "No I'm not on fuckin drugs!" he yelled at Randy. "Like I said God can't help you! As for forcing you, you haven't seen anything yet. OH, but your about too!"
John walked over to his gym bag grabbing another bottle of water out of it. He opened the bottle and took a deep drink. Then turning back to Randy. "I really hate to do this to you Randal, but you have to learn your lesson." John said.
Softly Randy pleaded "Then don't do it Dimples. You don't have to do this. Just let me go. I promise I will never disobey you again" Randy tried speaking gently to bring John down from his rage. At first Randy thought it had worked because for only one second John's look had softened. It was in the next second that Randy knew he had done the wrong thing. John looked more evil at that moment than John ever had.
Not saying another word John went over to Randy's gym bag taking out Randy's baby oil. Randy sighed with a little relief. At least John had sense enough to use lube If John decided to fuck him.
John popped open the cap pouring oil into his hand. Randy watched in flat-out horror as John began to lube up the chain. John lubed up the chain as if it was his own cock. Making sure to get every inch, every last link.
Randy's mind went into shock. No John wouldn't. At that moment John climbed on to the bed. Before Randy realized what was happening. John was forcing his legs apart. "Don't try to fight me Randy. If you do I will not hesitate to use this." John said. As he reached above Randy pulling a knife out from under Randy's own pillow.
Johns eyes clouded over once more. Forcing Randy's legs as far apart as he could. John took his index finger pushing it into Randy ass hard, and as far as it would go. Randy groaned out as his hole was stretched. John pulled his finger out of Randy roughly.
Randy watched through tear filled eyes as the man he loves folded the chain in half. Randy cried out in shock as John took the first two links of the cold metal and touched his tight hole. John's one finger doing nothing to loosen him up.
Randy screamed out in horrid pain as John took both links and pushed it inside of him. John smiled a sickening smile at Randy "Shh baby that was only the first one. Damn that chain looks so good inside of you." John slurred.
Randy started to cry looking at John's cock. John's cock was so hard and wet with pre cum. Randy's heart broke even more. John was getting off on hurting him, and violating him with a metal chain.
"Now, now doll don't cry you will get used to it, just relax your hole." John said. Then John began to push another two links into Randy's aching hole.
"Please John stop!" Randy screamed out. Unlucky for Randy John was too far gone to listen. Instead John continued to push link after link up inside of Randy. Until only three feet remained "I can't take this John! It hurts so bad please! PLE...".
Once again Randy's pleas were cut off by John. When John took the rest of the chain he had wrapped around his hand. Grabbing Randy's still flaccid dick with it. "Fuck!" Randy screamed. The chain had a sharp piece on it and tore at Randy's cock causing it to rip flesh. Randy looked down in horror. He knew he was bleeding. John just laughed at Randy. "OOPPSIE" John had slurred out loud. At that moment John was very proud of himself.
Then all at once John ripped then the chain out from inside of Randy. Randy s screams of pain being ignored by John. Instead John grabbed Randy and forced him over onto his stomach. Ignoring Randy's cries and his bleeding hole.
Randy looked over his shoulder to see what John was doing. Again to Randy's horror he seen John doing something he has never seen. Something he never wants to see again. John was taking Randy's baby oil and greasing up his whole hand with it all the way up his large arm.
John took his other hand and wrapped it around Randy's face. John placed his large hand over Randy's mouth. Then rammed three very large fingers up into Randy's scraped and bleeding ass. Randy screamed again as a fourth finger was added.
"Come on baby, don't be like that. You love it when my fingers are inside of you." John slurred again. This time Randy could not talk back. He was having trouble breathing through the pain. John noticing this just laughed.
John also noticed how much he loved seeing his four fingers inside of Randy. John loved it so much that he decided he wanted more. John pulled his four fingers out of Randy. John looked down at his own hand and balled it up into a fist. Not caring how this was going to hurt Randy. John pushed his whole fist into Randy's body.
One last scream is all that was heard. Then there was no sound. Randy couldn't fight or cry out any more. The pain had made him pass out.
John pulled his hand out of Randy frowning. He then walked to the bathroom. Did his business and washed his hands. Went back out to the bedroom not even looking at Randy. John laid back on the bed and passed out.
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