Hunter pushed Randy away laughing coldly as the younger man ended up sprawled on the floor. But before Hunter could continued, a hard accented voice called out forcefully, "Hey! Please tell me that slut that is available for public play?"
Randy froze with fear. He knew very little about what when on at these types of places but based on the two acts that had already marked his body he knew that he could be up for public play. Hunter swirled his drinking in its glass and looked at the man. "Depends. Randal get on your knees now," Randy saw Hunter point at the spot beside him on the floor and quickly crawled there. "What did you have in mind?"
"I'd love to see what he looks all spread out," the man spoke looking at Hunter.
"Oh he looks good but you must want more than just admire him?" Hunter took a drink.
"Well I was thinking a little paddling," the man taking a sip from the glass he was holding.
"Shame only a little?" Hunter laughed while Randy stiffened.
"Oh so you don't mind if I rough him up a bit," the man chuckled.
"I didn't agree or say he is public yet," Hunter set his glass down with a clunk. "Give me a moment to think about," Hunter tilted Randy's chin up and searched his eyes. Randy tried not to let the distain and disgust show on his face but he failed. With a low mocking chuckle Hunter ordered, "Lead the way, Randal follow the nice man."
Randy hesitated, genuinely scared. Hunter growled in frustration then leaning down he gripped Randy's face his fingers biting into the soft cheeks and snarled softly, "If you disappoint me tonight I mean it. I will destroy your beloved Cena. And I am not talking just about his career. I will make his life a living hell." He pushed Randy away. Straightening up he soothed his collar and ordered with a bored sigh, "Lead on, Randal heel!"
Randy found himself following not really aware of what he was doing. Hunter's threat to hurt John terrified him. This had to be a nightmare. There couldn't be any way he was really crawling on all fours following Hunter and the accented stranger through a sex club heading towards one of those small stages they had passed on the way in. He stopped as the two men in front of him slowed to a halt in front of a small stage. It wasn't quite as scary as some. At least this one wasn't decorated with a St Andrews cross or a sling. But even so the soft padded restraints hanging on the wall scared the hell out of Randy. He could hear Hunter and the stranger talking, both of them speaking about him as if he was nothing more than a piece of meat.
"…I'll give five minutes," growled Hunter, "But no blood I don't want that gorgeous skin broken…" he paused then glancing back he smirked adding menacingly, "Well not yet anyway."
"Up on the stage," the accented man ordered. Randy looked at Hunter his eyes begging him not to make him do this but Hunter just glared at him.
"Now!"
Randy looked down after Hunter's bark and climbed up on the stage. The unknown man strapped him to the wall. Randy's arms and legs were spread out and he was facing the wall. He had no idea if people were watching what was happening to him or not.
"So this is fine just no blood," the man picked up the paddle.
"That's right," Hunter took a sip from the drink he had carried over and prepared to enjoy the show.
Randy closed his eyes and opened his ears straining to hear any tell a tale signs of the first strike. The stranger was silent, not doing any prep slaps of the hand or teasing Randy's body with the paddle. All there was, was a loud painful crack as the paddle smacked forcefully into Randy's ass.
"Fuuu," Randy bit his lip trying to keep quiet, he hadn't been ready for the blow and hadn't expected it to be that hard. Randy's body was shoved into the wall with each smash of the paddled to his bottom. He was thankful though that only his ass was getting hit and not any other part of his body.
The stranger swung again this time landing a blow just beneath Randy's butt, just at the top of his thigh. He gave another muffed grunt biting his lip so hard he started to taste the tang of blood. From the club floor Hunter growled, "Stay quiet! You weren't given permission to talk."
Randy twisted his head to look at his master the anger and humiliation vying with the pain in the grey eyes. Hunter lifted his chin silently challenging Randy to disobey him. Randy just bit down harder managing not to scream as the stranger landed a third then forth blow on his behind. Turning back he rested his head against the wall silently cursing himself for allowing this to happen.
From the club floor Hunter watched on loving the way the stranger worked Randy's body. It was a rare treat to get to watch his boy get paddled and if Hunter was honest he was enjoying. He absently rubbed his own hardening cock, feeling it press against his dress pants. Licking his lips he watched on as the stranger paused. Frowning slightly Hunter suddenly smirked as he realised what the stranger was doing. The stranger had forced Randy's legs further apart and pulled his hips back. Then he gripped Randy's neck, forcing him to bend slightly at the waist, leaving Randy with his face pressed against the brick wall. The position left Randy totally exposed, his balls and anus both visible and open to any sort of attack. With a glance at Hunter – who nodded in approval – the stranger pulled his arm back, waited a moment then let rip with the hardest blow catching Randy's most pirate parts and ripping a stifled scream from the restrained man.
Hunter noticed a breaking in Randy's tan skin, a small trick of blood escaping down his leg. It was most likely from a flaw in the paddle and not from an intentional blow on the part of the man beating Randy but still five minutes had past and then some.
"You've had your five minutes," Hunter stepped up on the stage taking the paddle. "And you fail at your end of the deal," the blonde haired man used the paddle to point out the small cut.
"My apologies I didn't mean to," the accented man bowed his head.
"Its fine now leave us," Hunter walked up to Randy and pressed him against the wall. "So still prefer strange men to me?"
"No master," Randy said with a mono tone voice. "Do what you want to me, please just vow to leave John alone. He doesn't know about us. If he was flirting its harmless. I would never betray you," Randy kept his voice perfectly steady saying a flawless lie.
Randy did want John. He had for a while but he never once admitted it to himself or anyone else up until a month ago. Sex with Hunter had changed him and he was no longer afraid of liking a man, in fact, he now preferred men. However he had not been with another man besides Hunter yet and Randy longed for the next man to be John.
"John, John, John," drawled Hunter running a hand down to cup Randy's bruised arse, "I seem to be hearing that name a lot today. I might almost think you were thinking about him more than me…"
"No!" exclaimed Randy trying to turn and see his master but failing. He gave a stifled gasp as Hunter's fingers dug into the flesh of his abused butt, "Please…"
"Oh Randal," chuckled Hunter menacingly, nuzzling his face in Randy's hair, "You really shouldn't beg like that. Not yet anyway." He rutted his clothed groin against Randy's throbbing backside, growling, "Save your pleas for later in the night...when you'll need all of them."
He pulled away and stepped back admiring the sight in front of him. Randy spread eagle, the long limbs stretched to ether side revealing the near perfect body. Smiling with cruel intent Hunter turned and signalled for one of the house slaves to attend him. Stepping down he ordered a round of drinks then, in a voice loud enough for Randy to hear, he added, "Bring me two dominant house slaves." As the boy nodded and hurried off to carry out the order Hunter added gruffly, "And make sure they are hung larger enough to cause some real damaged."
Randy froze. He suddenly knew Hunter had thrown the rule book out when it came to know one else touching him. More specially no one else fucking him. He had always thought the relationship with Hunter would be kept private between them and he was fine with that. This was different two strange men cumming on him, someone unknown with a paddle.
Now two random guys were going to fuck him. The words of love that he thought he heard Hunter say really were a drug induced dream. It was clear all he was to the older man was a toy. Just a doll for Hunter to play with has he chose. Would the older man tire of him one day? It was all Randy could hope for now it seemed.
Hunter scrunched his nose at Randy's scent he didn't like it but it was necessary. Randy reeked of the other men and not of fine cologne and the Game's seamen like he normally did. He had to punish Randy, had to break him once more so he wouldn't leave him for that other rookie. He knew the look in both of the young men's eyes ing the shower may have been completely innocent but there was passion there itching to erupt.
"Sir you requested us," two studs stood by the stage.
Hunter turned and regarded the two house studs with an air of boredom. They were attractive not enough to arouse Hunter but at least he knew that they were clean. Stepping down off the stage he circled the two hired studs then drawled, "You see that thing chain to the wall…" he waited for them to nod before ordering, "He has been a very bad boy and I want to watch the two of you punish him. Start with his mouth and then take it turns to use him oh…" he paused and with a malicious smirk he added, "he might fight back so you have permission to reprimand him any way you see fit."
The two studs nodded understanding their parameters. As they stepped up onto the stage, Randy turned and looking at Hunter he called desperately, "Hunter please! You promised...you said no one else would ever touch me…"
Hunter looked up at him and locking his eyes with Randy, he smiled replying simply, "I lied."
Turning away he wandered over to a large leather sofa and sinking down onto the deep filled cushions he wriggled to get comfortable ready for the show to start. And as the studs took their positions Hunter drew his phone from his jacket pocket and switch it on, the scene flashing with the camera ready symbol.
Hunter watched the action through the phone one stud was separating Randy's cheeks reveal his entrance while the other was stroking his shaft. When Hunter had a perfect view of the hole he snapped a picture. The first of many that could be used for black mail. Quickly checking over the image he smirked because you could clearly tell it was Randy. The photo didn't have his head but it show the black ink of his tribal tattoo, the stains of cum from the strange that had paid for his time and of course the tight hole.
Randy felt the cold air gust against his opening and he preferred it to what he knew was coming. Closing his eyes he prepared it that man could not be as big as the toys Hunter used on him. His eyes snapped open when his arms slapped against his sides and then his ankles were freed. It was only momentary relief.
The stud that had been pulling at his cheeks spun him to face his partner and pushed him down onto his knees. Randy looked over at Hunter and wanted to jump from the stage. He saw the phone trained on him taking pictures, damaging ones that could destroy his entire life.
"Open up bitch," huffed the stud in front of him
Randy kept his mouth firmly shut determined not to give in. He blinked quickly trying to blink away the tears that were stinting his eyes. He started to breathe heavily, fighting to keep a grip on his anger knowing if he lost control he could destroy not only his life but John's as well. He wasn't prepared to do that. But equally he was damned if he was going to play the bitch. But even as the rebellious thought formed in his mind, his resolve was shattered as the stud in front of him suddenly slapped him.
The blow was so hard it snapped Randy's head hard left and as his mouth opened to gasp, the Stud grabbed his face, fingers digging into his jaw forcing his mouth to remain open. Randy stared up at him, hating him more than he had ever hated anyone in his life. The stud smiled and winking at him, stroked his impressive shaft and then with a soft chuckle he dragged the leaking tip across Randy's' cheek marking him, leaving a wet, glistening trail across Randy's face. Then – glancing over at Hunter, who nodded in approval – the stud pulled back then without warning simply thrust his cock all the way into Randy's mouth making his cough, gag and gasp all in one humiliating go.
Randy sputtered and coughed trying as quickly as he could to open his throat to accept the massive girth being forced into it. The stud growled at him to widen more but Randy couldn't, his jaw already aching. The man in the glory hole and Hunter weren't as thick as this man was.
Hunter leaned back taking a few pictures of Randy's screwed up face as he was orally fucked. Setting the phone down, he leant back content to just watch for the moment. The blonde hair man could clearly see Randy was struggling with the stud, and for some reason that upset Hunter. He was conflicted inside, wanting to run up there and shove the man away or to just sit and encourage the action. His choice was to sit and encourage, to break Randy more so he would never leave him.
Randy would never accept affection or kindness from him. To show him that would be giving him an open invitation to run into the arms of another younger man. Like John Cena. A man who's name now made his blood run cold. He had promised Randy he wouldn't do anything to john because of tonight but that was only until his emotions for Randy were tested again. And Hunter knew he would be tested again because even if Randy didn't see it - he did. Cena wanted what was his and he was damned if he was going to let that happen.
