Roman walked toward the hotel room, Dean following him with less grace, kicking and banging into almost everything possible on the way. He was angry, they both were, but Roman appeared calmer. He and Dean had spoken after raw, when he'd eventually calmed Dean down enough so he'd listen to reason, and they had decided the best way to deal with Seth's... disobedience. He'd walked off on them on raw, leaving both men to be beaten down by the Wyatt's. They were bruised and battered but they weren't broken. Not yet. But one of the three would e before the night was over. Seth had never disobeyed Roman before, Dean he argued with constantly but he knew, he knew never to argue with Roman. Roman was his true master, his dominant. And for him to walk off, on live television, and abandon the two most important people in his world? Well, that was possibly the worst thing a sub could do. What Seth had done would not be tolerated. He was usually such a well behaved sub, always following Romans' orders, following the rules. But now he had apparently decided that it was okay to betray his dom. And Roman was furious. But he knew he had to keep a level head right now, if he let his anger cloud his vision he knew he'd hurt Seth in a way that wouldn't teach him a lesson, wouldn't make him feel guilty or understand that what he did was wrong. So he had to try and keep his head level, even if he was the only one who could.

Tonight, Seth had two doms to face. Dean wasn't like Roman and Seth. Seth was always the submissive, Roman was the true dominant. But Dean, he fit into whatever role suited him on that occasion. If Roman was ever not there, he dominated Seth. If Roman was in a less than pleasant mood Dean would be on his knees ready to please him quicker than a flash. And on the rare occasions when Seth needed to be punished, Dean could stand just as tall and dominating as Roman. And tonight, Seth needed punishing. Usually Seth only got punished when he'd done something because he wanted punishing. He'd flirt with someone in front of Roman, spent all day acting like a tease. And when that happened Roman knew Seth wanted to be punished, wanted to be dominated by both of his lovers, and that was how he asked for it. But tonight was different, tonights punishment was real. It wasn't them playing, giving Seth what he wanted. Tonight, Seth would learn to never cross his masters again.

They stopped when they got closer to the hotel room. They shared a suit with a king sized bed, slightly smaller than the one they had at home but considering how close they slept in the bed it never really mattered. He noticed Dean still fidgeting out the corner of his eye. He knew this was killing the other man; it was having the same effect on Roman. They loved Seth, and watching him walk away was painful. And now, Roman and Dean had to punish him for it. Seth had never received a real punishment before and as necessary as it was Roman was not looking forward to dishing it out - he hated watching his baby boy cry, something that was sure to occur tonight. They had discussed the plan already, deciding the best form of punishment. It'd taken him a while to calm Dean down long enough to discuss it rationally, but eventually he'd managed to get Dean on a calmer level, and they'd talked about it. They weren't going to physically hurt him, that was something neither was willing to do and both deemed cruel. As much as Seth needed punishing that was not the right way to go about it, it wouldn't teach him the lesson he had to learn and when they'd started this relationship they'd all agreed, unless the other had asked for it, none of them would raise a hand to the other. Sometimes Seth liked being pushed around a little, he loved being spanked, and getting rough was something all of them had liked. But none had ever gotten close to doing something abusive and that wasn't something that would change tonight. But after a long, difficult and painful discussion, they'd finally decided a punishment that would fit, that would make sure Seth never dared walk away from them again.

Pulling out his key card he used it to open the door, stepping inside silently. He heard Dean following him, closing the door quietly as he entered the room. Their eyes immediately locked on the smaller figure sat on the edge of the bed, still clothed fully in his swat gear. His face held a picture of defiance, but his eyes were scared, and held a hint of remorse and sadness. He stood up as Roman stepped closer, and that was his first mistake. Roman waited until he was stood directly in front of Seth, watching as the younger man opened his mouth in an attempt to speak, and shoved him hard in the chest. Seth looked up at him as he hit the bed, almost like he couldn't believe Roman had pushed him.

"Did I tell you to stand up? No. I didn't. You don't deserve to stand face to face with me; you don't even deserve to look at me."

He watched Seth visibly swallow, and he knew he must have been somewhat scared. He'd seen Roman angry before but it had never been directed at him. And honestly, every word so far had killed Roman to say, but he had to go through with this, it was necessary.

"You did a very bad thing tonight. You walked away from us. We were in the middle of a fight and you left. Did you think that was cleaver? Did you think that was a good idea? Did you think I'd just forgive you for abandoning and betraying us? For leaving us for dead in the middle of the ring?"

"No, but I..."

"Shut. Up. I didn't give you permission to speak. Now, I don't care what sort of excuse you have, you betrayed us. You stood there and watched us get beat up. And nothing you can say, no excuse you can come up with is going make this okay. You hurt Dean, you hurt me, and that is no okay. Now, stand up and take your clothes off. But face the other way; I don't want to see your face right now."

Seth knew he was in no position to argue, and honestly he knew he was going to deserve what ever happened tonight. He needed to make a point, he needed to try and get Roman and Dean on the same page. But maybe doing so in the middle of a match, walking away and letting them get beaten by the Wyatt's, well maybe that wasn't the best time or way of doing so. And he knew he'd hurt both of them, it killed him walking away. But hopefully, it'd all have been worth it.

He stood up, careful not to look at Roman as he did so. He noticed Dean in the pack round, eyes downcast, almost as if it hurt him to look at Seth. He really had fucked up this time. He undid his vest, pulling it off. His shirt followed next along with his shoes, socks, gloves and belt. His hands shook as he reached for his zipper, the sound of it echoing in the otherwise empty room as he pulled it down. His pants fell to the floor with ease, and he moved to pick them up, throwing them into the same heap he'd thrown the rest of his clothes in on the other side of the room. He hesitated then, not sure if Roman wanted him to take his boxers off or not.

"What are you waiting for? I said strip. And that means everything." His voice was still so empty as he spoke, like he was holding back all emotions, and that made everything worse. He knew he'd hurt Roman, but he had no idea if the older man was more angry or sad. Swallowing hard he moved his hands to his hips, pushing down the light grey material of his boxer briefs. Usually he'd be aroused by now, he loved stripping for his lovers, loved the feeling of their eyes on his body, their gaze unmoved as he shredded his clothes. But this time his cock hung limply. Nothing about this situation was arousing; no part of this turned him on. It was all so wrong, so foreign. He needed to make a point, that much he knew, but he'd regretted every step he'd taken after he jumped off that ring apron, and now it looked as if he was going to regret it even more, if that was even possible. He'd been stupid, trying to prove his point in a way that was nothing sure of pure idiocy.

He stood with his head bowed, back to Roman and Dean as he waited for further instructions. He was waiting for Roman to do something, anything, he didn't care, he just hated the suspense. He could feel his body shaking lightly and he couldn't stop the tears filling his eyes. He was annoyed with himself, worried about what Roman would, or wouldn't, do. He hated what he'd done, how he'd made his lovers feel. He braced himself, waiting for Roman to say something, for Dean to do anything, but what came next was something he never expected.

He couldn't stop the gasp that escaped him as he felt a pair of lips press themselves gently against the back of his neck where his hair had parted to fall over his shoulders. He'd recognise those lips anywhere, they were Romans'. What the fuck was he doing? He was supposed to be punishing Seth, not kissing him. Seth's confusion remained as Roman kissed his way down Seth's back, tongue tracing lightly over his scar and lips pressed a touch harder against the letters of his tattoo. Before he could fathom what was happening, Dean was stood in front of him, brushing his knuckles against Seth's cheek. He moved forward, pressing his lips gently against Seth's brushing his fingers through Seth's blond locks, other hand holding his hip, his thumb running back and forth across his hip. He almost sobbed against Deans' lips, confused as fuck about this whole situation. But before he could say anything he felt Dean pull away from him and slowly drop to his knees, Roman doing the same behind him. Dean pressed his lips against Seth's stomach, kissing his way down until he reached Seth's cock. Roman mirrored Deans' actions, kissing his way down Seth's lower back until he reached the top of his ass. Dean grasped Seth's limp cock in his hand, stroking it firmly until it started to harden. Despite the situation Seth's body couldn't help but react to Deans' touch, the older man knowing exactly how to manipulate his body, get the exact reaction he wanted. A soft moan left his mouth as Romans' hands ran up the backs of his thighs, massaging the muscle as they went. The joint feeling of both Romans' and Deans' hands on his body was making his cock stir, growing hard in Deans' grasp. When his dick was half hard Dean removed his hand, replacing it with his lips instead. He gripped Seth's hips lightly as he ran his tongue over the head of Seth's shaft before wrapping his lips around it, sucking firmly. He slid his lips down the length of Seth's cock, cheeks hollowing as he got further down so he could take the full length of his dick in. He moaned as his lips hit the base of Seth's cock, nose pressed against the smooth, hairless skin. Seth couldn't help the tiny noises that escaped his throat as Dean continued his ministrations, his cock growing harder every second Deans' lips were around it. He looked down at his lover, his big blue eyes prettier than ever as he looked up at Seth through his lashes. His lips were obscenely red from being stretched around Seth's cock, spit slicked and completely fuckable.

He was so lost in looking at Dean he'd almost forgotten Roman was there, until he felt two large, warm hands grab his ass cheeks, spreading them enough to expose his hole. He had no idea what Roman was doing until he felt something wet against the top of his ass, and instantly recognised it as his lovers tongue pressing against his skin. He felt the wet muscle move down, running down his body until it reached his exposed entrance, and began prodding it gently. No, no, no, what the fuck was he doing? Roman only ever did this when he was rewarding Seth, when Seth had been a good little sub for him, when he deserved it. This was Seth's treat when he gave Roman what he wanted, when he behaved properly. Roman knew he could make Seth orgasm using nothing but his tongue, besides the other mans cock it was Seth's favourite thing to have inside him, so why the fuck was he doing this now? He was supposed to be punishing Seth, not giving him pleasure. But before he could protest he felt his lovers tongue press slightly harder against his entrance, pushing inside slightly. He didn't deserve this, he was supposed to be getting punished, but almost all of his rational thoughts left his brain at the feeling of Dean swallowing around his cock, and Roman beginning to thrust his tongue in an out of Seth's tight hole, drawing him teasingly close to the edge.

He wanted so badly to run his fingers through Deans' hair, to rock his hips back and forth, he wanted to badly to enjoy this but he knew he didn't deserve a single moment of this. He'd abandoned his lovers, walked away from his doms. He didn't deserve a moment of this and the tear of frustration building his eyes were threatening to spill. But despite his conflicted feelings he couldn't help the loud moan that escaped as Roman pushed a thick finger inside him, alongside his tongue. He could feel his dark haired lover working his hole open, almost as if he was preparing him for Romans' cock, but that couldn't be the case. Roman refused to look at him when he'd first walked in, Roman was angry and hurt and he was supposed to be punishing him, there was no way he'd fuck Seth. Not after what he'd done. So why the fuck were his lovers teasing him like this? None of it made sense and Seth bit his lip hard to stop himself from crying out in frustration.

He could feel Roman work a second finger into his hole, removing his tongue as he did. He kissed the skin on Seth's lower back, free hand continuing to grope his firm ass cheek as the other scissored his fingers inside Seth. Dean on the other hand pulled his mouth off Seth's dick, running his tongue along the vein on the underside of it before kissing his way back down the shaft. When he reached the base he licked his way back up once more, taking the head back into his mouth and bobbing his head quickly. As he glanced down he noticed some movement, and realised Dean had pulled his cock out of the tight confides of his pants, and started stroking it in time with his bobbing. He felt Roman press a third finger inside him, all his fingers slick with lube. His tongue had relaxed Seth enough that he could press inside the hole he was so familiar with, with little resistance. Just as Seth felt himself getting closer to the edge Dean and Roman stopped, both standing up. Initially he was somewhat frustrated they'd taken him so far and then just stopped, but he assumed this was part of his punishment. What he wasn't expecting to happen next, however, was for Roman and Dean to both start stripping themselves of their clothes, leaving themselves completely naked, their hard cocks resting against their stomachs. Roman stood behind Seth, his long, thick cock pressed against Seth's ass. His hand moved passed Seth's to hand the bottle of lube he'd gotten from god knows where to Dean, before coming to rest on Seth's hip, along with his other hand. His nudged Seth's hair out the way, lips pressing firmly against his neck as his thumbs stroked over the skin of his hips, almost mimicking Deans' earlier ministrations.

After Dean slicked his cock up he bent down slightly, grabbing Seth by the back of his thighs and lifting him up, Seth's legs wrapping instinctively around his waist. Dean kept his hands on Seth's thighs as Roman moved a hand off Seth's hip, grabbing Deans' dick and guiding it towards Seth's ass. He wrapped his arms around Deans' neck to steady himself as Dean pressed inside of him slowly. When Dean was fully inside him he stilled, almost as if he was waiting for something. Seth was still confused as fuck but he couldn't deny that the feeling of having his lover inside him, stretching him, was amazing. He was lost in the feeling of having his lover inside him, and he barely noticed Roman slicking himself up until he felt the blunt head of Romans' cock pressed against his already full hole. Oh fuck, was this really happening? Roman and Dean knew, they knew how much he loved this. They were always somewhat wary about doing it, afraid of hurting their lover, always feeling guilty about how he limped afterwards. But having both of their cocks inside him at the same time was the most amazing feeling in the world. He loved the feeling of being completely, totally full and stretched, the feeling of both their cocks slamming inside him at the same time. He loved the burning, the feeling of his prostate constantly being pressed against. He loved pleasing both his masters at the same time. But it happen so rarely - usually it was only his birthday, Christmas or Valentine's Day he was allowed to have this pleasure. They reserved it for special occasions, knowing it was his favourite present to receive on these days. Yet even though his body was craving it, was begging to be filled, Seth could feel a lump forming in his throat. He didn't deserve this. Why weren't they punishing him? Why?

His hand tangled in Deans' hair, gripping it tightly as Roman started pushing his dick inside Seth. He was so gentle, being careful not to tear Seth as he entered him, groaning at the feeling of how tight his baby boy was. Seth buried his face in Deans' neck, tried desperately to hide his tears. But as confused and frustrated as he was he couldn't help the low moan that tore it's self from his throat as Roman pressed fully inside him, stretching him to the max. He clamped his thighs around Deans' waist slightly tighter, throwing his head back to rest on Romans' shoulder as his lovers started moving. They moved in perfect synchronicity - Dean thrusting inside him as Roman pulled out, and vice versa. Every time one of them slammed inside him they pressed against his prostate, and his thighs momentarily clenched around Deans' waist. As the thrusting sped up he dug his nails into Deans' back, scraping them across his skin. He left a mess or angry, red lines in his wake, loving the sound of Deans' moaning as he did so. He felt Roman place a hand on his chin, turning his head and pressing his lips against Seth's hard, and Seth moaned against his lips after one particularly sharp thrust. He felt Romans' tongue slide inside his mouth, the taste of cherry invading his senses and he allowed Roman to explore his mouth, familiarising himself once more with his territory.

Seth could feel himself getting closer to the edge with every thrust. Roman moved the hand that was reading on his hip to grab his leaking cock, stroking the neglected organ in time with his thrusting. It wasn't much longer before the feeling of his lovers cocks slamming inside him got too much for him and he came, coating his and Deans' stomachs. Roman removed his hand from Seth's cock and gripped his hips tightly, his thrusting speeding up. Dean came not long after, the feeling of Seth's ass clenching tightly around his dick being enough to send me over the edge. Roman moaned as he felt Deans' cum sliding down around their cocks, making it that bit easier to slide his dick in and out of Seth's ass, but it wasn't long before he joined his lovers, shooting inside Seth's ass and gripping his hips tightly as he did. After a minute of catching their breaths, Roman and Dean gentled pulled out of Seth, one at a time to make sure they didn't hurt him. He unwrapped his legs from around Deans' waist, just about managing to hold his own weight as he stood.

"Come on, let's get cleaned up and head to bed, it's been a long day for all of us."

The gentle sound of Romans' voice roused him from his thoughts, and his confusion hit him harder than ever. He could feel himself shaking as his tears came back full force, and this time he didn't bother trying to stop them as they spilled over, running down his rosy cheeks. He dropped to his knees, legs unable to support him and looked at his team mates with utter disbelief. They turned to him, confusion written on their faces and Seth lost all sense of calm.

"What the fuck do you mean go to bed? No, this is wrong, what the fuck are you doing? You can't do this, I betrayed you, I hurt you, I walked away! You can't fucking make love to me and act like everything is okay everything is not fucking okay! I'm sorry okay! I'm sorry for what I did, I know it was wrong and stupid and fuck I never should have done it, I never should have fucking walked out and I've regretted it since I took the first fucking step, okay? Is that what you wanted to hear? I'm so fucking sorry, please, please just punish me, I deserve it! Please, I can't fucking take this anymore, stop being nice to me, stop acting like everything is okay please just punish me! Please, do something, anything, I'm begging you! Please, please, please..."

By the end of his rant he was sobbing, words barely making sense as he spoke. He knelt on the floor, not caring how week he looked, not noticing the cum running down his thighs, staining the carpet beneath him. It was a heartbreaking sight. Looking at Dean, they both nodded in agreement. Dean moved to the small bathroom to get a wash cloth while Roman knelt down in front of Seth, hand gently raising his chin.

"Baby boy, that was your punishment. Punishing someone isn't about hurting them, it's about doing something that teaches them a lesson, makes them understand what they did was wrong. And you might not understand it, and as a sub you don't really have to, but making love to you was the best thing to do. Because you said it yourself - you know what you did was wrong and you shouldn't have done it. And even though I didn't hurt you, you'll never do it again, will you?"

"No, I won't, I promise!"

"See? You learned your lesson and that's all that matters. Now, when Dean finds his damn wash cloth we can get you all cleaned up and get to bed okay?"

His sobs had subsided into tiny hiccups at this point, and he finally realised how sticky he was. Honestly, getting cleaned up sounded like an awesome idea right now. But in his emotional state he sort of understood what Roman had said to him, and he could honestly say he'd never walk away from them again. His hiccups stopped, and he allowed a small smile to grace his face at the thought of Roman and Dean being amazing, and knowing exactly what he needed even if he didn't. Roman shouting to him over his shoulder brought him out of his musings.

"But don't think you're getting away scot free baby boy, I got a cock ring in my bag of toys you're going to get very well acquainted with over the next few days."

The smile soon dropped from Seth's face.

Fuck.

A/N - I bet this went a little different to what you were thinking right? But I felt like it made sense, and I liked it, so let me know if you thought it was good or not. Also, the next chapter will probably take place in a locker room and may or may not reference the cock ring mentioned at the end of this, depending on if people want me to write that in or not, so let me know! I hope you enjoyed this!