John Cena was hurting and pissed as he limped back stage after his match with Kevin Owens at Money In the Bank. He had won but then been attacked when he tried to be a good sport and shake his opponent's hand. Randy gave John a sympathetic look as the older man passed him. He sometimes thought John was too good hearted for his own good. John grabbed a drink at catering and then made his way to his private locker room, the US title draped on his shoulder. There were people milling about as two more matches remained for the night.

When John entered the room he didn't see the other man at first. A cocky smile was on his lips. "Super Cena doesn't feel so super now do you?"

"I think a world title out ranks a US belt." Kevin smirked as he stood. He laid his title on the chair he was in. "Why don't you come put me out yourself...champ?" He stepped closer to John.

John wanted to fight Kevin. He really did. His body ached and he would have loved to take his frustration out on the man who caused it. But always the level headed one John knew he had to think of his career. "You don't know how much I'd love that but you know company policy on fighting. One offence gets at least a suspension." He moved to limp toward the door, his fists clenched in anger he was holding back.

Kevin smirked with a toothy grin smirk. "Well you got two options." He started to speak as he blocked John's path. "Fight me...or suck me." The smirk returned to his lips after he finished talking.

John's eyes widened at the younger man's audacity. "You're deluded if you think I'd even think of sucking you. " He debated a moment before throwing a punch to Kevin's stomach, wanting to wipe the smug smirk off his face. Kevin sucked air a second from the punch, but not as bad as John may have thought. When he dropped to his knees he swung a jab right at John's family jewels. He drew deep breaths with a seething glare.

John cried out at the unexpected agony. He fell to his knees, bent over in pain. Kevin raised up, delivering a knee to John's nose, smirking at the sound. "What was that again?" He reached behind him to flip the lock on the door. John's body was wracked with pain. He was sure his nose was broken from the impact and the sickening crack that was heard. He was on his hands and knees, chest heaving as a trail of blood dripped from his nose to the locker room floor.

Before John realized it Kevin was sitting on his back, pulling up on his head in an almost headlock. "Oh no snappy comebacks this time, Champ? No little pearls of wisdom?"

"Get the fuck off me." John said in a throaty tone, trying to fight through the pain. He tried to knock Kevin off but he had been injured earlier so his body wasn't a hundred per cent now and the younger man was not small.

"Did you just say fuck me?" Kevin laughed as he pulled up more, nearly choking John out. John felt himself start to black out as his body fought for precious air. He couldn't speak, only made desperate sounds in an attempt to breathe. "Well if a world class cock sucker won't grace me with a demonstration guess I need to enjoy something else almost as famous." Kevin sneered as he felt John begin to fall limp under him. He dropped John in a heap before he stood to look in John's bag for a few things. "Let's see here."

He pulled out a wrist band and some of the tape the guys use to wrap their wrists with. He pulled John's arms back using the tape to secured them together, wrapping at least a good ten times to make sure it would hold. He then went to stuff the band in John's mouth, not caring he would have trouble breathing with his nose messed up. He then wrapped the tape around John's head to secure the band in place. John could be heard giving shallow breaths through his busted nose, streaks of dried blood on his face. The man began to stir a few minutes later with a groan, trying to move and realizing his situation. His eyes widened in surprise as he fought the tape binding his wrists.

Kevin kicked John on the side. "See, it could have been easier." He moved to begin removing John's shorts and underwear. While John was knocked out Kevin had found some lotion in John's bag. John cried out but of course it was muffled by the cloth and tape. Kevin wouldn't even stoop so as to rape him would he? He would have tried harder to resist but he was having enough trouble trying to breathe through his nose enough not to smother.

Kevin hit John's ass hard. "Oh and don't try to give me guilt about my wife and kids...She left because of you." He scowled hitting, John again. "Of course I don't dare bring that out on camera." John groaned at the hit. This wasn't an erotic spanking like he enjoyed. It was meant to punish and hurt him. What was Kevin talking about his wife left because of him? He didn't even know her.

Kevin went to lower his shorts. In his rage the adrenalin has made him hard and he planned on rectifying the issue. He used some of the lotion to slick his cock before kneeling behind John. John knew what was coming but felt powerless to stop it. For some reason the younger man hated him. He braced himself, tears trailing from his eyes. Despite locker room talk he wasn't really a slut and was in a committed relationship with someone he loved. But how do you fight back when you can hardly even breathe?

Kevin wasted little time in the act being harsh, cold and cruel as he just took what he wanted from John's body no matter how much it crushed his body and quite possibly his spirit. Even if he enjoyed the rare feeling he kept his voice down, not wishing to be overheard. John gave a muffled cry of pain when Kevin tore him during the vicious act. His cock was still limp, getting no satisfaction from the attack as he was used by the younger man. All he could feel was agony as his body throbbed. Feeling Kevin inside him made John feel dirty and tainted.

When Kevin was done he laughed as he stood up fixing his shorts. "Thanks for the good time." He headed for the door to unlock it.

John lay nearly unconscious on the floor as his chest heaved while he struggled to breathe. His face was streaked with tears and blood and his legs were tinted red in places from the assault on his ass. When Kevin moved to open the door Randy Orton pushed it open at that moment, dressed in his ring gear. He stepped into the room, looking confused at Kevin. "Why are you here?"

Kevin gulped, his mouth slightly gaped open. He was doing a good impression of a fish as he looked slightly up at the taller man. Randy looked over Kevin's shoulder, his steely blue eyes hardening as he took in the sight of John. Several emotions flickered across his face in a matter of seconds as he took in John's bloody, half nude state. His hand trailed behind him to hit the lock on the door. "Did you enjoy yourself, Kevin?" He asked with a smirk, his deep voice deadly calm.

"Um..ah…" Kevin tried to step back under Randy's gaze. His heart wanted to race in his chest. As he stepped back he almost fell backward over John's body.

John raised his head to see Randy towering over Kevin, shame and pain was in his bloodshot, blue eyes. The look snapped something deep inside the Viper bringing out a seething rage he thought he had buried long ago. "I hope you did, Kevin. I hope my boyfriend's ass was worth it." Randy said in a cold tone. Before the other man could speak Randy had charged him, wrapping his hands around Kevin's throat as he squeezed the life out of him. Kevin tried to fight, gripping at whatever he could get a hold of on Randy, but it wasn't much if anything. He grabbed at Randy's wrists trying to pry the iron like grip off him but it was no use. Any attempt to kick at the larger man just ended in glancing blows to his strong thighs. Gasps left his lips before his eyes started to roll back in his head.

"A part of me wants to let you live." Randy hissed as he watched Kevin begin to fade. "For your son's sake. But I think getting rid of you would do him a favor." A few more minutes passed before Kevin's lifeless body slumped to the floor. Only then did the fury leave Randy's eyes, replaced by a look of concern as he looked at his boyfriend. "Hold on, Baby Boy. Daddy's got you." John had passed out from shock at that point. Randy bent to gently free his boyfriend from the restraints so he could breathe freely. He knew Kevin's body would be found so he needed to take John to get help. He would tell the police he killed the man in self defense after walking in on him raping John in his locker room. Randy felt no remorse for what he did. In his mind it was justice. He pulled up John's shorts and underwear and then picked him up bridal style to carry him out to where the medical staff were. John's body trembled in shock and Randy knew he would need tender loving care for awhile. It was something he was more than happy to give.