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Randy got into his locker room & locked the door before moving to his bags. As he reached for them he heard a sound he was dreading, the beep of missed phone calls. He picked it up to look already having a feeling. Color drained form his face as he checked seeing Hunter had tried reaching him. He dialed back. "Hey Hunter..." Randy cringed. "Sorry I got delayed...you know how rookies can be...I'll be there I promise...I know...fo-forgive me please. I'm sorry...th-that isn't needed Hunter Sir...I still need to shower...yes as quick as I can...bye Hunter Sir." Randy hung up the phone nearly shaking as he stripped down to grab a quick shower before rushing off. He rushed for the shower room glad for privacy so no one could see the marks on his body that were hidden by his trunks & pads.

Randy was so distracted he didn't even notice the shower room was too large to be private nor was it empty. He just rushed to get showered as he faced the wall. John heard a sound in the shower and turned to see Randy sharing the space with him. He stormed over to the younger man, not caring if he invading the other man's privacy. "Thanks, Prick!" John shouted into his ear. "Fuck me and run out of the room without even a fucking thank you. I hope you never know what it feels like to feel cheap and used." The last line was spoken with hidden hurt behind it.

Randy jumped hearing John, His head turned with a look of uncharacteristic fright. The shock caused Randy to stumble & fall on his ass with a hiss of pain. "I'm sorry ok?! I never should have done it OK!" Randy started to stand up again. John watched Randy's body as he tried to stand up. The anger he felt began to fade as his eyes took in the marks marring Randy's tanned skin.
"Randy, who has been hurting you?" John asked as he studied Randy. He knew the blemishes had not been caused by wrestling.

"Hazard of the job...what the fuck you care?" Randy snapped out. Bruises not only marked his ass, but his wrists & around the lower parts of his legs that would be covered by his knee pads or boots. "Don't you have something your late for?" He moved to try to get distance between him & John. He just wanted to...no he needed to hurry & get out of there.

John grabbed one of Randy's wrists as he tried to pass him, looking down at it pointedly. "This was not caused by wrestling." He stated calmly. "I won't push. You ever feel like telling me...I'll listen." He released Randy with a sigh. Randy almost scoffed.
"Yeah right...whatever...buddy." Randy's tone sarcastic as he returned to what he was doing. John rolled his eyes at Randy's attitude as he went back to his shower. That man could be so damn frustrating at times. John wondered if the Viper had any feelings at all.

Randy rushed his shower & hurried from John's presence. He dried a quickly as he could & got dressed before rushing from the arena like his pants were in fire in fear of any fresh marks appearing on his body that night.


John showered and dressed before leaving the arena and meeting up with Mike and Kofi. They all headed to a local bar for John's victory celebration."Drink up, John. All drinks are on me, Champ!" Kofi slapped John on the back.
"Yeah, and the look on Randy's face at the end was priceless." Mike added with his trademark smirk. "The Viper was pissed as hell." John shifted a little at the mention of Randy, wondering how his buddies would react if they knew he had just been the Viper's moaning bitch. He pushed all thoughts of Randy from his mind and partied with his two coworkers.

Meanwhile

Once Randy returned to the hotel he hurried to his room to drop his bags off & then head for the penthouse. The higher the elevator went the lower his spirits fell. He knew his rage towards John's actions would cost him. He knew no mercy would be given. The only saving grace what they could never mark his body where it would be seen. Maybe a small part of Randy wished they would. He was dressed in jeans & a black silk dress shirt, the cuffs buttoned to cover the bruises that marred his wrists. The reemergence of the icy predator was his mask to the pain his body & mind has been in for months now.

Randy may not have floated in the same circles as John, but he was warmer there for a few years until he got pulled back in to a dark place, which was by Hunter's side. There was a few years Hunter actually seemed nice, and more so left Randy alone. Hunter was a married man, even had a few kids. What did he need him for? Well a few months back he found out. An outlet for Hunter's dark needs and he was not always alone. The elevator arrived & he stepped off heading down the hall. He knocked on the one door, his eyes lowered as the door opened. His mouth went dry as the door opened & he could make out a frame stockier then Hunter. His heart was already racing knowing who it was.

"Evening Ka-Kane Sir."
"You're late."
"Ye-Yes Sir..."
"Get in here." Randy walked into the room, he wanted to look around but just kept his head down. He heard the door shut behind him. "See the bedroom with the door cracked open?"

Randy faintly lifted his head & eyes to look. "Yes Kane Sir."
"Go in there & strip down...then lay face down on the bed."
"Yes Sir." Randy moved towards the room at a slow pace, but not so slow to anger the monster.

Once in the room Randy stripped bare & laid flat on the bed as instructed, he fought to control his racing heart. He lost track of how many times he would question himself why he would do this. He sadly submitted himself to this treatment for the false view of power. If he ever tried to walk away he would not only lose his title, but his job. Hunter flat out told him if he ever tried to refuse his orders, ever tried to walk away...ever try to tell, his career would be over. Another positive would show in Randy's records & that would be his third strike.

As he laid there he faintly heard footsteps enter the room. The carpet made it hard to determine who it was for sure. "You know better than to be late Randy."
"Yes Hunter Sir."
"You told me it was a rookies fault?"
"Yes Hunter sir."
"What if I don't believe you."
"Wh-Why would I lie sir?"

"Fear of your punishment if I decide it was your fault you were late. Who was it."
"I don't remember the name...don't think they told me."
"Come clean, and maybe we won't be so harsh on you."
"About what Sir?" He tried not to jump when he felt a smaller hand grab his to move his arm & he knew not to resist as Stephanie took his arms to place then in leather straps that ran under the bed. He wasn't sure if it was Hunter or Kane that went to secure his ankles which bore matching marks. Marks cause by the straps that now held him secure to the bed. Straps that would try to grip into his skin over time he struggled as he would try to escape the pain.

"We know you were with someone Randy...in an inappropriate way." Hunter told him as he took a leather belt & lashed across his ass. Randy clenched his teeth to not scream. "Oh yeah nearly forgot something... since you seem to only tell lies tonight you don't need to speak. Dear if you please."
"Of course." Stephanie replied before moving around the room to retrieve a blindfold & ball gag. She sat next to the bound man. "Just relax Randy...maybe it won't be too bad." She gave a cold laugh knowing she didn't mean a word of it. She turned his head to face her & leaned giving him a deep kiss that made Randy feel like slime. She then ordered him to open his mouth for the gag. Once again what choice did he have? She then put the blindfold on him.

Randy had no clue how much time passed as it just became a blur of pain. He knew he was whipped, fucked, and whipped some more. Tears fell from his eyes as he continued to fight screaming out, why give them the sick satisfaction? Randy was not sure, but pretty sure each of the three had their turn with him in their own ways. Everything was in a haze when he faintly heard Hunter. "Still with us Randy boy?"

He gave a faint nod. "Good...don't want to passing out before the finally." Hunter gloated. "I want to make sure you never forget who you belong to." He moved back. "Big man."
"You will need to hold him." Kane ordered. Randy could feel as someone's knee pressed down on his right leg, then someone pressing on his lower back. "That should work." Kane told them. Next Randy knew was searing pain ripping through his body along with a scream to match, muffled by the gag. The smell of burn flesh filled his nose, burnt flesh that Randy knew was his own before he passed out.

Randy was untied & left as he laid. They left the room shutting the door. "See you tomorrow Big guy." Hunter told Kane.
"Sure thing boss…" He gave a sadistic grin. "Was fun…" His licked his lips. "Been a while since I used a branding iron on someone." He laughed as he headed for the door. Once Kane left Stephanie took a hold of Hunter's shirt to guide him close for a deep heated kiss. She then gazed into his eyes with warmth that was nowhere in sight with Randy. "So…how goes our acquiring our new toy?"
"Soon my dear soon…remember we can't be rough with this one."
"Don't worry I don't plan on it…well not until our other one breaks anyways." Stephanie gave a cold laugh.