(Instead of such long chapters of over six thousand words I'm breaking updates into two smaller ones in hopes it makes them easier for you to read.) Rose

John woke with the alarm a few hours later and began to dress. He forgot about the plug until he felt something foreign. He heard Randy stir. "I'm heading out, Man. Want to share at the next hotel or go on our own?" Sometimes the men shared and sometimes they didn't.

"Shouldn't you room with Dean...or was that not talked about?" Randy asked.

"It wasn't discussed...but he likes being the one in control so I didn't want to ask. I figured he'll tell me what he wants. But maybe I should room alone just in case." John walked to give Randy a one armed hug. "Thanks for everything, Man."

"Of course, Man...take care." Randy told him. John headed out a few minutes later and drove to the airport. The plane ride was a long one all the way from Nevada to Tennessee. John listened to Nikki and tried not to shift from the plug. Every movement of the plane reminded him of Dean and his time with Randy. At one point the vibrations turned on and John had to excuse himself to the small bathroom to try to turn it off. When they landed John took a cab to the hotel where the other wrestlers were staying.

Dean was sleeping in after an exhausting red eye reached the hotel and was lost. He had no idea what Dean expected of him. He got a suite and organized his bags. He knew Dean was a stern man and would surely contact his sub soon. It was late afternoon when Dean got moving and looked at the time. He grabbed his phone to call John. John was sitting on the bed looking over his social media when his phone rang. He smiled as he saw it was Dean and answered. "Hello?"

"You on media work?" Dean asked.

"No...Master. Sitting in my suite." John replied to let Dean know he was alone.

"Good. Room 345 now." Dean hung up, setting the phone off to the side before moving to his larger suitcase. John felt a chill at the stern tone. He loved a controlling Dom. He hurried to leave his large suite and make his way to the room. He reached it shortly after and gave a knock on the door. Dean opened the door, looking at John before he moved back behind the door to allow him to enter.

John kept his eyes lowered in respect as he walked into the smaller room. "Good to see you, Master."

"Yes...you as well." Dean told him as he finished shutting the door. "Strip so I can inspect you."

"Yes, Master." John moved to remove his shoes and then his t-shirt, shorts and boxers. He sat the clothes in a neat pile, keeping his eyes lowered slightly.

Dean slowly walked around him. He stopped behind him, looking. "Since your shower?" He tapped the base of the toy slightly.

"Yes, Master. All night and during the plane ride." John replied, biting back a moan.

"Any...mishaps?" Dean asked as he walked away.

"It turned on once on the plane. I excused myself to the bathroom to shut it off." John admitted.

"Sure that was...interesting." Dean told him. "Be glad I am not making you wear it in the ring. Walk to the chair and put your hands on it so your ass is sticking out for me."

John's cock twitched at the words. He walked to the chair and obeyed the younger man. "If I may ask a question, Master?"

"Go ahead." Dean replied as he pulled out a small black rubber paddle.

"Did you wish for us to room together? I got a large suite to myself. Randy will not be joining me. Or do you prefer I come to you?" John had his head down and did not see the paddle.

"I don't know if you are ready for that step yet. Being under my orders that often." Dean told him. "I am going to give you ten swats...then I will remove the plug."

John's heart sank a little. Did he look down on John after last night? "Yes, Master." He said simply, knowing it was not his call. Dean gave the first two swats of the hardened rubber across his already bruised back side.

"You think you could handle it?" Dean asked giving two more.

A soft moan passed John's lips at the pained pleasure. "I would like to try, Master. I...I long to be under your control when off work...it makes me feel at peace."

Dean gave the next too. "Fine, we can...try. See how you hold up." He gave the next two.

"I won't let you down, Master." John got out before giving a loud groan like he had in the club.

"Good." Dean gave the last two firm swats. "I enjoyed that." He spoke with maybe a faint pant. He moved to set the paddle on the bed before walking back to John.

"I did as well, Master. Thank you." John said lowly. "I'm glad I bring you pleasure."

"Not all can take sound hits like that and want more." Dean told him. "Now I am going to remove the plug." He placed his hand around the base.

"Thank you, Master. A few floor Doms have called me a masochist." John admitted.

"Is that why you seem to like the more punishing matches?" Dean asked as he slowly wiggled then pulled the toy out.

"Maybe...subconsciously, Master. Pain has its own thrill at times." John felt empty with the toy gone but did not move until allowed.

"Down on the floor...hands and knees." Dean told John, moving back for his suitcase.

"Yes, Master." John dropped to the floor in the position he was told. He kept his head lowered slightly. Dean pulled lube and walked back over.

He opened his jeans pushing them down. "You got your fun last night...now it's mine to have." There was a stern, almost biting tone to his voice as he knelt behind John before he opened the lube.

John didn't mind stern at all but he hoped he had not displeased the younger man. "Of course, Master." He replied quietly. Dean slicked his already hardened cock, setting the lube to the side before moving to work the head between John's cheeks pushing in. Of course John was already stretched from the plug so there was little resistance. Dean pushed in hard and fast. John gave a moan as his body had been virtually untouched for years until the day before. It was all so new and intense yet. He did not know if words were permitted so he let moans out instead.

Dean gripped John's hips. His nails were short but felt rough on the skin as he took slow strokes to pull back but then jerked to snap back in fast with a moan. John moaned as Dean's cock brushed his sensitive sweet spot. His Master had not forbade him to cum but neither did he give permission so he tried to control his needy body. Dean continued the odd pace for a good bit of time. "Feels good, John...mmm." He told him with a moan.

"Thank you, Master." John finally replied. He looked forward to when he would receive an official collar and maybe earn a nickname such as pet.

Dean soon went to a faster pace over all as he felt himself growing closer. "You held out good." He actually praised John. His nails gripped more as he cried out his climax. "Fuck yeah...Mmmm." He slowly pulled out, looking at John. "You can go shower...and get off."

John stood slowly. "Is that an order, Master? For some reason I don't find...touching myself appealing. That's why I don't do it often." He had no idea why he was so unlike most men who would jerk off all day long. Touching himself did nothing for him.

"Either that or deal with calming it down." Dean told him as he went to put the lube and paddle away. "You won't get anything else from me now."

John lowered his eyes with a nod. "I'll deal, Master. I won't be long." He moved to walk to the bathroom to shower as he was told. Sadly sexual frustration had been a part of the older man's life for many years. He got excited but rarely touched himself so he just learned to deal with it. It was nothing new to him. Dean watched as John left the room. He would clean next. He knew not to feel sorry for John. A faint scowl played on his face. He had given John the choice. He could have flat out refused John the right to a release. John had fun last night...if he was that hard up surely his roommate got him off. John would lean it was not his job to make sure John always finished. He would take what he was offered and be content.

John tried to ignore his aching cock as he washed down with cool water. He knew from many times in the past if he tried to touch himself it would only cause him more frustration. Somehow his mind knew it was him and he just could not get there. He refused to feel sorry for himself. He had wished a Dom and this went along with it. Had he just wanted a sex partner he could have hooked up with Randy. When he was finished he stepped out and dried off with a towel. He walked out to where Dean waited. "Finished, Master."

"I'll be right out." Dean moved past him to the bathroom, shutting the door. John looked around the room. He had not been told he could dress or use furniture. He finally settled on sitting on the floor to wait. Even while Dean was in the shower John could almost get a feeling of being watched. John wondered why he felt like eyes were watching him. He knew Dean was in the shower but the hairs stood up on his neck. His eyes scanned the room.

Nothing seemed out of the ordinary, but then he would think he saw something out of the corner of his eye. When ever he tried to look nothing would be there. John shook his head, thinking the sex had rattled his brain. He had been through a lot of changes the past few hours. Dean came out, drying off looking around then down seeing John and seeing him a little shaken. "You okay, John?"

John gave one final glance around but nodded. "Yes, Master...fine."

"Good. You may get dressed. "Were you thinking of my changing rooms now or at the next location?" Dean asked, moving for his suitcase.

John stood to look for his clothing. His erection had finally gone down as he pulled on his boxers. "If you wish, Master...I have a large suite we can share."

"Maybe before I leave for the show. Make sure I have a key to get in with." Dean told him as he dressed. "I have a small task for you."

"Yes, Master?" John asked as he continued dressing.

"I want you to make a list of...let's see." He drummed his finger on his jaw. "Five names...Names that could become your scene or play name...actually even you name when not at work. Of those five I will pick which will become your name. I am giving you some say in this becuase I want something you will listen and answer to."

John nodded slowly. "Yes, Master. I'll have it to you later." He paused. "May I ask...will I be collared soon?" He had longed for a collar over five years now. His eyes were slightly lowered so he could not see Dean's expression.

Dean hummed as he thought. "I will have to see what we can do about a physical collar. As you stated before most males subs are of a smaller frame...which also means smaller neck. We also need something that can be removed easily since you would not be able to wear it outside of the rooms or clubs."

John nodded. Why must everything be a reminder of his size? He had worked hard for his body but it felt a curse in the scene. "Yes, Master." He moved to finish dressing.

"I will see you in a couple hours." Dean told John when he was done getting ready.

"Yes, Master." John excused himself and left Dean's room. After John left Dean looked toward a part of the room. His eyes narrowed before closing them with a nod. He drew a deep breath before he opened his eyes moving to the table to look over some papers he had. John was on the elevator. One of the lights flickered a few times then again he got a watched feeling. John felt the hair stand up on his neck as he glanced around the elevator, his heart pounding. Seeing nothing he gave a chuckle. "What is this...a haunted hotel?" The elevator stopped and opened. He walked to his suite to work on the list Dean told him about.

The feeling didn't seem to leave John once in the room. The light on the lamp by him on occasion would flicker for a moment then return to normal. John was getting a little nervous. It made no rational sense but it felt like he was being followed. He took his eyes from the paper. "Hello?" There was no sound, but movement just briefly was seen off to his side. "Fuck!" John jumped, not expecting that. "This is like Paranormal Activity or some shit." He shook his head, realizing he was talking to himself. "Okay...um...whatever you are...I'm cool with you if you're cool with me." He gave a shaky laugh.

John couldn't see a clear source of the movement at first. He then thought he saw a glimpse of a black form moving along the wall before vanishing near the bed, John's heart pounded as he stared frozen at the spot the form had been in. When he didn't see it again he let out a shaky breath and tried to focus on the task at hand. John saw no more sign of his 'visitor'. Dean was in his room and turned his head, feeling something. "Back so soon?" He called out to seemingly nothing. He closed his eyes as a black form moved along the floor and took shape near him. It was as if a person's shadow rose up to take a solid form near the shaggy haired man. It leaned toward him, his head cocking as if listening. "He saw you? How did that happen?" Dean almost snarled. "I know...I know." He tried to calm down. "Just keep an eye and don't move so much." The form melted back down to it's flat appearance before vanishing from the room.

John was sitting at a table trying to think of five names to write down. Honestly most subs he knew in the scene were called Slave or Baby Boy but neither of those fit his relationship with Dean. He finally wrote down Pup because although he was older he was energetic and eager to please. Next he wrote Dimples and Sunshine because others always noticed his smile and happy attitude. Not thinking of anything else he wrote Boy and Pet for the final two. John would get the watched feeling slightly but no more signs of the visitor. A couple hours passed before there was a knock on the door. John stood and walked to the door, opening it.

"Hey, John." Dean smiled, loaded with his bags.

"Hey. Let me help you." John moved to help Dean carry his bags into the large suite before closing the door. The master bedroom was a full king and the place was as large as a small apartment. Dean looked around, seeing the perks of a top guy.

"You foot this or is it part of your contract?" He asked out of curiosity.

"I pay for it myself. I just think it's worth it." John admitted.

"I guess." Dean replied. He moved to set his bag he still had off to the side before moving to sit on the couch.

John took the paper from the table and handed it to Dean before moving to kneel on the carpet near the couch. "Your list, Master."

"Good...thank you." A faint smile tugged the corners of his lips seeing John moving directly to the floor as instructed the first night. "Let's see what you came up with." He begins to look it over. He pursed his lips, the top one curling slightly under his nose as he gave a hum. "You had trouble a bit didn't you?"

"Only because most subs all seem to have the same names, Master." John admitted. "Most I know are called Boy, Slave, Pet...in a more loving relationship maybe Baby Boy...there are few original ones."

"I do see that." Dean commented. "I am thinking Dimples." He tried not to laugh at the name. But the image it put in his head that made it funny only added to the reason to pick it.

John heard a slight chuckle and glanced up. "Is it funny, Master?"

"Just not what most would think of at first...unless they know you." Dean admitted. He knew people in the seeing hearing someone John's size being called Dimples may seem degrading.

"You may call me whatever you wish, Master. I could only think of those." His smile dimmed, knowing once again it was a reference to his build.

"No...no...Dimples works for you." Dean told him, reaching a hand over to pat his head. "It's cute." He smiled, setting the paper to the side.

John gave a pleased sound at the gentle touch, his eyes closing. "Feels good, Master. Your key is on the table."

"Good...I will make sure I have it before I leave. I know we need to drive separately to the arena."

"If you ever want a ride we could ride as coworkers. I've ridden with Randy and Sheamus at times." John told him.

"Maybe in time...I am sure some may see me as...what's a good term...below your status." There was a faint distaste to his tone. The room seemed to get a tad darker then lightened again.

John felt the feeling of almost contempt and Dean's hand stop petting him. "You're not, Master...you're only getting started. It's taken me 15 years to get where I'm at."

"Yes...I know." Dean replied almost softly. John didn't know what else to say not to upset Dean so he sat quietly. He would never look down on his Master.

"So, do you really eat like every two hours?" Dean asked.

John nodded. "Not on the clock, Master but I do eat pretty regularly."

"So more than the standard three?"

John nodded. "I eat my three but then snacks in between...ham, boiled eggs...mostly protein like your friend Roman."

"I joke sometimes he doesn't seem to stop...but keep him away from carbs." Dean laughed.

"I'm the same way except for my Load Day. Then I eat as I please." John told him.

"Guess I was blessed with good genes that way. I eat whatever I want at the time." Dean replied.

"I was a pretty scrawny kid...I got picked on a lot...in high school I started lifting and eating all protein." John told him. "It just stuck with me...at times in the scene I wonder if I wouldn't be happier as a thin, smaller guy. Sad when collars aren't even my size." Frustration filled John's tone slightly.

"Oh, they can be made any size that is needed, Dimples. You will get one calm that pretty head of yours." Dean ruffled the top of John's head.

John gave a small smile, his body relaxing. He had never expected Dean to touch him so much or be so affectionate. "Yes, Master." He was filled with a feeling of warmth that had nothing to do with sex. An empty hole was being filled slowly.

Dean's stomach rumbled. "How about you order something up for us?"

John moved to stand. "I can order about anything, Master. What would you like?"

"Burger well done with fries." Dean requested what he knew was normally an inexpensive meal.

John smiled and nodded. "Whatever you want, Master." He walked to the phone to call in the order. He ordered Dean a steak burger with the works and thick cut fries. He ordered a himself two steaks and a large salad. He also ordered Dean a milkshake and himself a tea. He moved back to his place on the floor. "About 30 minutes, Master."

"Sounds good." Dean kicked off his shoes relaxing then looking. "Is there a remote somewhere?"

John saw the remote nearby on the coffee table. He crawled to grab it and then moved back, handing it to Dean. "Thanks, Dimples." Dean told him taking the remote and turning it on. He began scanning the channels stopping on the local news. John got comfortable sitting on the floor. A part of this felt surreal to him as he was used to the best furniture all the time but another part felt at peace in being in his rightful station. Dean kicked back as he watched the news, keeping an eye for the weather that night. John watched the news, glancing from time to time for any signs of the earlier shadow.

"What is it, Dimples?" Dean asked after a few times of catching John's movements out of the corner of his eye.

John gave a small chuckle. "You'll think I'm crazy but I think our hotel is haunted. I saw something moving in here earlier...also in your room."

"What, did it give you goosebumps?" Dean asked with a chuckle. "What do you think it was?"

"I know...sounds stupid." John shook his head. "Like a ghost I guess...my lights flickered and it moved...looked like a shadow."

"I see...Who is to say you didn't see something?" Dean told him. He would not lie to John about it. If John did work out he would...or at least should come clean with him in time.

"My parents are strict Catholic...I believe in the supernatural." John admitted. "It could have been a spirit or ghost. Someone who passed in this hotel."

"Have you always been...sensitive to such things?" Dean asked.

John looked hesitant before replying. "I hope you don't think I'm full of shit. When I was a kid I used to...see things. I used to have this imaginary friend named Bill. He was an older guy about my grandfather's age. He used to visit me and we'd play. I talked about him for years. My parents freaked out one day when they were informed the previous owner of our house was named Bill. He passed away in my bedroom of old age in his sleep." John paused. "Don't talk about this shit often. I...I used to have dreams and wake up...I would see shadows around my bed. Some felt comforting...some were cold as ice."

Dean had a faint smile to his lips. "I don't think you're full of shit. I believe you." There was a knock at the door. "Go get that."

"Yes, Master." John stood and moved to get the door. He brought the food in and sat it out on the table, putting Dean's in front of a chair for him. He took his and sat cross legged on the floor to eat.

Dean got up from the couch, moving to the table. "Thank you." He sat down, looking over the food then seeing the milkshake. "What did you get me to drink?" He asked, not remembering a request. Some Doms would have be displeased at the liberty they sub took in such an action. He didn't mind too much at the thoughtfulness and foresight.

John looked up from his place on the floor. "The chocolate shake, Master. I remember Seth saying you liked them and you never specified a drink. Was...was that okay?"

Dean tried not to make a sour face at the mention of Seth. "It was fine...thanks." He took the top off to sip the shake of course causing a milk mustache. John kept his eyes lowered to his food as he ate. He kept thinking of the strange shadow he had seen.

Dean took a bite of his burger with a very satisfied sound. "Damn, this is good." He exclaimed.

"Glad you like it, Master." John said with a smile.

"Do suites get better service or something?" He commented. The company uses the same chain of hotels but he didn't remember food like this,

"Well, I ordered you the premium steak burger. Maybe you just tell them a hamburger." John explained. "They do cost a little more but they are well worth it."

Dean coughed faintly, covering his mouth as his eyes grew wide. Little more? What was a little more? John was surprised by Dean's large reaction to what he felt was nothing. "What's wrong, Master?"

Dean tried to compose himself. "How much more are we talking about?" He asked once he could speak again.

John could see Dean was shaken. "Not much at all, Master. Maybe around twice the cost of a regular burger...of course I planned on paying for it. I wanted you to have something good...I had steak."

"I didn't ask for you to pay for my food." Dean told him. "I was fully willing to cover my portion of the food." His tone was faintly seething. With his displeasure the feeling of the room changed as did the amount of light. It was only brief before it all returned to normal.

John's eyes lowered at the rage he heard. He had only wanted to give his Dom the best. He could not eat steak while he ate a cheap, greasy burger. "I know you didn't, Master...I wanted to...I'm sorry. I wanted you to have something nice."

"Ask next time." Dean bit out at him before we went back to eating. What was done was done. He had already started eating not like he could send it back now.

"Yes, Master." John said quietly. He focused on eating around the nervous lump he felt in his throat. To him a twenty dollar burger was pocket change. Dean took his free hand to massage his temples. He knew John was still learning. How was he to learn if he was never corrected? Dean was far from poor at this point in life, but he still kept a tight hold on his money. He grew from nothing. Many thought he would amount to nothing. So he was careful to not end up there again.

John finished his food and kept wondering why the room seemed to grow dark at times. It was unnerving. He finally spoke up. John looked hesitant. "Um...why the shadow shook me up so much before...I thought it was something coming back for me." He knew it was random he just needed something to break the tension.

"Something coming back for you?" Dean asked after swallowing a sip of his shake.

The older man cleared his throat. "A few years ago I hadn't gotten laid in years...guess you could say I was beyond sexually frustrated...I woke up one night with a...a beautiful man on top of me...he was perfect, long blonde hair and piercing eyes...he seduced me I guess you could say. It felt so good..so erotic but I slept for hours after...I thought it was a great sex dream." He paused. "He kept coming back though. He called himself Jarriad and said he wanted me...I grew more and more drained...slowly I began to see other parts of him come through...wings and sharp nails...I began to research and realized he was an incubus...I had my place blessed and he never came back. I guess I was giving off a lot of sexual energy." John hoped Dean would not think he was crazy. He had never even told Randy these things.

As John talked Dean turned to look, focusing more on him. "And you though he came back...years later in a shadow form? What because you were in an open place? Wouldn't he have done so sooner?" Why did Dean seem unphased? Did he think it was a joke? Did he believe John? If he did wouldn't he have been scared?

"I...I don't know." John admitted, confused by Dean's reaction. "When he first came to me it was only in dreams...then I could feel him but not see...his presence grew stronger with time. He was very possessive of me...I guess when I saw a shadow following me it was the first thing I thought of."

Dean closed his eyes as in thought. His head tilted faintly. He then moved his head back, opening his eyes. "I guess that is an understandable reaction to such an event. If I had my guess they're back in whatever level they were from." He gave a smile before grabbing his drink.

"I hope so...at first my body craved it...the companionship...but then it got out of hand." John said.

"Be lucky you survived it." Dean told him.

"I know...I guess when you get lonely and...frustrated enough you can be manipulated." John admitted. "I tried not to think about it...focus on work...but a man has needs over time."

"I can understand that." Dean told him. "Well, glad you didn't succumb to it. Can be quite the ordeal." Dean paused. "I'm sure." He tried to quickly add.

John glanced up briefly. "You enjoy reading on the supernatural, Master? I tell you of ghosts, shadows and incubi...you barely bat an eye."

"Well, I used to watch shows like Supernatural, and Buffy." Dean told him.

"Oh...okay." John nodded. "Well, I'm nowhere as sensational as that...but I do...see and feel things."

"To some that is quite sensational...don't sell yourself short Dimples." Dean said with conviction.

John gave a small smile. "Thank you." He noticed the room was growing dark. "I need to leave for the arena soon, Master. I'm expected early for Raw."

"Is it getting that late already? Damn." Dean told him. "Okay, go get ready."

John stood and picked up his trash before stripping down. He dressed in his normal boxers, cargo shorts and t-shirt. Once he was finished he glanced at Dean. "See you at the arena, Master?"

"I'll be there, Dimples." Dean told him with a faint smile.

John left and made the drive to the arena. His mind was filled with memories of his past. Maybe one reason his body did not react to self pleasure was a part of him feared calling another lustful spirit. He was thankful Dean had been so understanding.

(Hope you all enjoy the story. Dean's shadow ability was an idea we came up with while playing WWE Immortals. The Lunatic Fringe Dean in the game has shadow abilities that we thought would be fun to explore in story form.)