(Hope you all enjoyed your week. You will see Dean and Roman calling each other Us' in the story. It is a Samoan term which means brother or family which is where the name The Usos comes from.) Rose
When John left Dean went to grab his phone. "Yo, Rome...we still riding together?...Cool, stop in room 1248...yes, I said 1248...just get here." He hung up the phone then waited.
It was only a short time later when Roman knocked on the door. His eyes widened when Dean opened the door, seeing the huge suite. "Damn."
"Yeah, I know, Us'." Dean let Roman past him. "John asked if I wanted to share the room."
Roman looked around. "Damn. You got it made now, Bro." He gave a smile so his friend would see he was joking.
"Don't go there." Dean told him. "He's trying to buy my meals...no way...no going that way. I am going ot make sure what I order I pay for." Dean told him. "I have a problem though."
"What is it? The mighty Cena doesn't like to submit?" Roman guessed. He could not see the confident John bowing to anyone.
"No...no...fuck, quite the opposite...though he is a little rough around the edges. Fuck, I can work on that shit. No, dude is a sensitive...you know like your aunt that tried to chase me out of the house last year?"
Roman had to laugh. "Yeah, I remember. Fuck, never would have guessed it from John."
"Yeah...but he already saw one of my buddies." Dean told him.
"Damn...guess you won't be able to hide that long." Roman mused. "Aren't you the Master? It's not his place to complain right?"
"It's not a matter of complaint. Fuck...he was screwed with by a demon before. What the fuck will he think about me?" Dean exclaimed. "Remember how much fast talking I had to do with some of your older family members to convince them I wasn't some evil entity and I wasn't going to curse your family. Fuck, with the bad luck you had with the title they were starting to believe it again."
"Don't listen to them. I know better." Roman patted Dean on the shoulder. "Wait, you said demons been messing with him?"
"Yeah, I don't know why but he starting just spilling all this shit out to me. He said it happened a few times, when he realized what was happening he got his place blessed and it didn't return." Dean told him.
Roman closed his eyes. "Fuck, I've heard of these things. If he has a connection to the spirit world and was as hard up as you say he probably was like an energy beacon begging to be used." He opened his eyes. "Have you...claimed him yet?"
"Yeah...earlier today in my room..why?" Dean wondered.
"Just...spirits seem drawn to extremely frustrated humans...especially ones like John. It's a good thing he has a sex partner now." Roman explained.
"Oh...so...you think I should be open with him already?" Dean asked.
Roman shrugged. "Your call, Us'. Feel out the situation." He looked around. "We really need to go though."
"Yeah." Dean sighed he moved to his bag, grabbing his leather coat and throwing it on. He then grabbed the room key. "Let's go." The guys drove to the arena for the show. After the last match of the night John showered and changed before driving back to his suite to wait on Dean as his Dom assured him he had a ride. Dean had warned him furniture was an earned right so after taking off his shoes he took a seat on the living room floor to wait. It felt so odd always being on the floor.
Dean walked in the suite a short time later, looking to see John. "Evening, Dimples." He greeted him before setting his leather jacket to the side.
"Evening, Master." John replied, glancing over. "You put in a great match tonight."
"As did you." Dean moved to sit on the couch. He purse his lips as he thought.
"Thank you." John replied. He sat quietly to see if Dean wanted him for anything or just wanted to relax
"I want to talk to you." Dean finally spoke up. "It...I guess you can say it sort of deals with what we talked about earlier." His knee bounced from nerves before he stood up to pace a small section of the room.
John's heart began to race with nerves. "I'm sorry if it was too much, Master."
"No...no...no...um...fuck." Dean exclaimed, running his hands through his hair. He gave a sound of frustration. "You wondered why I was calm over your confessions...wondered if it was just because I was desensitised by supernatural shows."
"Yes..." John paused as a thought occured. "Do you see things too, Master?"
Dean tried to focus on John and not move so much in spite of his rolling nerves. "It goes past that." He told him. "I do more then see,"
"Um...okay. What do you do then?" John asked curiously.
Dean ran his hand through his hair, almost scrubbing his head making his hair look even more wild than normal. "Well...The shadow you saw today...it..it was watching you for me."
Several emotions crossed John's face confusion and a little hurt among them. "You told that thing to watch me? Am I not trust worthy to be out of your sight, Master?"
"They sometimes act on their own...they see things...tell me things. Call it curiosity." Dean tried to explain. He couldn't tell John he didn't trust him. He knew he had to try but trust was a rare commodity in Dean's life.
"So...I'll never have privacy again?" John's face looked upset. "Everywhere I go I'll see them watching me? I don't mind submitting to you...I want to...but I hate feeling like a prisoner you don't trust. I've been an open book with you."
"You're not a prisoner...they are in a way an extension of me." Dean told him. "They may be around times you don't see me...I don't always have control on that. If you don't plan on doing anything wrong what is the issue?"
John shook his head. "No issue, Master." Dean had no idea where he was coming from. Who wanted their every move followed without their knowledge at random times?
"They can do more then just watch things...I can do more with them then just watch things." Dean told him.
John felt shivers running down his back. Was Dean threatening him? Warning him to behave? "Yes, Master...W-What types of things?"
Dean stood up, walking toward where John was sitting. "Stand up for me, Dimples. I think you may enjoy this trick." John slowly moved to stand, trying not to feel nervous. "Relax...trust goes both ways." Dean told him. "Just close your eyes a moment and breathe." John closed his eyes and took a deep breath. Dean was right. He had to trust his Dom.
"Now I am sure you will feel something at first...not exactly sure in what way...trust me though it won't hurt you." Dean told him. Dean drew a breath in and as he did some of the dormant shadows of the room moved toward him and up his body. He extended his hands to lightly place them around John's neck as far as his hands would reach. Slowly the shadows flowed from Dean's hands weaving around John's neck. He then pulled his hands back, looking over the black woven looking collar. A black ring extended from the front of it. It still moved slightly as if alive across John's neck. "Go ahead...feel it."
John reached a hand to touch what to him felt like a collar of some sort. It was definitely not what he expected. "A collar, Master?"
"Yes...a special one. The movement you may feel will settle down in a few moments." Dean explained. "It is crafted from shadows...so I can remove it almost as easily as I put it on. Now if you go too far away from me I do not know if it would stay or not."
John gave a smile with his eyes still closed. "Feels good...what I've longed for."
The movement did settle down into a more solid form in minutes. "Good...I told you before I would handle the issue." Dean told him with a smile before moving to sit back down.
"May I open my eyes?" John asked, knowing how strict Dean was.
"Oh...sorry, yes go ahead." Dean told him.
John opened his eyes and moved to sit back on the floor. The collar felt real and tangible as he touched the ring. He could hardly believe it was made of shadows. "Can it be used like a real collar, Master?"
"As far as I know of." Dean replied. He patted the side of the couch. "Sit over here, Dimples." John moved to sit where Dean indicated. His hand moved to touch the collar. To him it felt like a sturdy, woven leather or cord. Dean reached over to pat John's head knowing for some reason the older man enjoyed it. "Glad you like it, Dimples."
"I do...thank you, Master." John took in the feeling. "Guess we make a good match...I'm sensitive to things and you do them."
"I guess in a way we are. Of course very few know about this about me." Dean told him.
"No one knows about me...well, except my parents as a kid." John admitted.
"I mentioned it to one...only one I can confide in. I needed a sounding board about showing you already about me." Dean admitted to him.
John grew quiet a moment. "Roman? He won't tell anyone will he?"
"Yes Roman...and he won't. We are like brothers...maybe even closer than brothers." Dean told John before lightly ruffling the top of John's head.
"Okay, Master. Sounds like Randy and I." John admitted.
"You already mention me to him?" Dean asked.
"Yes, Master. We are close...he knew how lonely I was...how I wanted a Dom." John answered.
"I guess..I didn't say anything to the contrary. As for this...no one else." Dean told him.
"He...was the one who put the plug in my ass after fucking me...he had to know of your orders." John admitted.
"That makes sense." Dean replied. "Well, ready to call it s night, Dimples? I don't know how early your day begins."
"My days are always early, Master. I'm up and gone by 6:30 normally." John agreed. "We can go to bed if you wish. I put your things by the bed." He thought sleeping on the floor would be a new experience after his cushy king size bed. Even on his bus he had one.
"Thank you, Dimples. You may sleep next to the bed." Dean moved from the couch and for the bedroom area. He took the extra pillows, setting them on the floor. He then moved to the closet to look for some sort of spare blanket.
John stood and walked to the sleeping area. He hoped sleeping on the floor would be more comfortable than he suspected. He didn't even like cheap hotel rooms because the beds were low quality and he was always sore after wrestling. But he had asked for a strict Master and this came along with the territory. He got down on the floor where the pillows were, laying on his side. He decided not to strip to his boxers as his clothes would give a barrier between his skin and the carpet. Dean found a spare blanket, bringing it over. "Here you go, Dimples." He shook the blanket out, draping it over John before cutting the light and getting into the bed.
John could feel the hard floor on his back. He knew he would be sore in the morning. He was so used to the best of everything this was a big shock. "Night, Master." He said softly. He was glad Randy had made him cum the day before because he doubted Dean would let him any time soon. Maybe this was a test to see if he was too pampered to be a good sub.
"Night, Dimples. I am sure I will wake when you do...at least for a while." Dean told him before rolling in the plush bed. John shifted and tried to sleep. His heart pounded as he saw shadows moving along the wall lit by the moon. Dean's deep breaths could be heard filling the still air. John's eyes were wide open as he swore he saw the shadows form into human shapes. They seemed to know he was watching them, the heads turning his way. John gave a shaky breath, feeling like a kid all over again.
Dean rolled his body stretching as the overly soft bed felt like an odd cloud to him. John laid frozen as the shadows moved back and forth as if standing guard. He forced his eyes to close and try to fall asleep. One moved to look as if it was sitting on the bed towards him, its head tilting. John happened to open his eyes and his heart almost stopped at the sight. He had seen his share of the supernatural but it never failed to amaze him. He just stared at the shadow unmoving and frozen. It just seemed to watch a few moments before its head moved, looking. It then moved to stand, moving around. The others in the room melded with it before they blended into the common shadows of the room.
Once they moved John's heart began to slow. His body was exhausted from wrestling and he fell into a fitful sleep. The night was quiet until John's alarm went off. John gave a grunt as he moved to turn it off. His whole body ached from being on the floor as he slowly stood and picked up his pillows and blanket. Dean groaned as he stretched. "Morning already?"
"Yes, Master...I need to shower." John replied. He hoped the warm water would soothe his aching muscles.
"Of course, Dimples." Dean smiled. "You still wish the presence of the collar while you wash?"
"Yes, Master." John nodded. He folded his blanket, putting it back into the closet.
"Okay, it can stay for now." Dean smiled as he moved to sit against the headboard. "How was your rest?"
John was torn between being honest and lying. He knew if he complained about how hard the floor was Dean would think him spoiled and pampered. "It was fine once I drifted off, Master." He said after thinking. "Just new environment and all."
"Good..it does take getting used to...for us both I guess." Dean commented.
John nodded. "Yes, Master. I won't be long. He gathered his clothes and disappeared into the bathroom.
Dean looked around the room after John left. He got up, moving to his suitcase to look over his clothing for the day. Not that he exactly dressed in a wide variety of clothing. John stripped and paused to look in the mirror, his hand touching the collar that resembled a dark, woven cord. Could he really do this? Sit on the floor, sleep on the floor, do sexual acts where he might be left always needy and frustrated? As he pondered the question he knew in his heart it was what he needed though his body may complain. He needed the ownership, the submission. He moved to take a warm shower.
A few minutes passed while Dean got dressed. He moved to check the morning news. His eyes shifted to look around the news. "Well, what did you expect?" He called out. "It doesn't matter he knows." He replied to an unheard question.
John dried off and dressed after his shower. He did feel a bit better. He walked back into the next room. "I have an early appointment, Master. I need to go soon. Please order what you want from room service."
Dean turned his head hearing John. "I will." He replied. "Be careful."
John nodded. "I won't be at the arena tonight. I'm not on Smackdown."
"Ah...well, I do. Still have me doing that annoying dance with Owens." Dean replied.
"Guess I'll see you after then...my collar, Master?" John reminded the man.
"Yes...since I don't know if it will vanish on it's own. Come on over." Dean told him. John walked near Dean and stood. "Kneel down." Dean told him. John moved to kneel down before Dean as he was told. Dean placed his hand lightly over the collar closing his eyes. John could feel as the collar moved becoming fluid like as it moved from his skin. John could actually see as the dark tendril like movements moved up Dean's arm and seemed to vanish into his skin.
John could hardly believe his eyes but he tried to shake it off as he stood. "Thanks. I'll see you tonight."
"Yeah, see ya...take it you will be eating without me tonight." Dean told him as he finally reopened his eyes.
"I guess, Master. I have work until 7 and by then you'll be at the arena." John replied.
"Yeah...I'll just grab catering. See ya when I get in, Dimples." Dean replied. John gave a dimpled grin before leaving for the day. His day passed in the usual flurry of activity until he was finally free. Once back at the hotel he knew he had a few hours before Dean returned. Figuring there was no harm in using the furniture when alone he collapsed on the large bed and fell sound asleep. His alarm was set for 10:30 pm.
Dean finished his match and was waiting for Roman back in his locker room since they rode together. Roman greeted his buddy with a grin when he spotted him. "Hey, Man. I'm ready."
"Yeah, me too." Dean smiled as he got up.
The guys headed back to the hotel with Roman driving. "So...how'd it go with John last night?" He had to ask.
"I came clean with him...but now 'they' think that means they can pop up when they want. I think they freaked him out and they can't understand why."
"Damn, I'm sure it's a lot to take in." Roman agreed. "Maybe in time it will feel more...normal to him."
"I can hope." Dean told him. "I don't know what I will do if this one goes south."
"Well, how is he holding up otherwise? He all you hoped for?" Roman asked as he watched the road.
"So far he is handling some of the more...rigid parts." Dean told him.
"Do I even want to know what that means?" Roman asked. He had a very limited knowledge of the leather community.
"He sat on the floor and slept there last night." Dean replied simply.
"Fuck! Why? Doesn't he have a huge bed?" Roman asked, confused. "Hell, I even let my dog sleep at the bottom of my bed."
"That is how he starts...He got a pillow and blanket. Some Doms don't even give them that much. I also allow him to be dressed." Dean told him.
Roman shook his head with a chuckle. "Hey, whatever makes you happy, Man. No way could I do that after wrestling. I'd be too sore to sleep. I usually need a soak anyway."
"I don't know how he can sleep on the clouds he calls a bed." Dean replied.
"Talk about a system shock." Roman laughed. "I remember John saying he bought his own bus so he could get a decent sleep in a good bed...he must really want to be a sub or slave...whatever."
"Guess so...told him at the club...gave him a heads up again when he mentioned sharing his suite. So not like he was blindsided." Dean told him. "Hold on...his own bus...why he in a hotel then? So he doesn't need to cook?"
"No clue but you should see it. I saw it on Divas...huge king sized bed with a mirror above it." Roman laughed as he pulled into the hotel parking lot.
Dean chuckled. "Maybe that's why...don't want somthing Nikki slept in." He laughed again before getting out and grabbing his gear.
"See you." Roman waved as Dean headed inside. By that time John had awakened from his three hour nap and felt much better. He was sitting on the floor by the couch looking at his phone while waiting on his Dom.
Dean swiped his key to let himself inside. He gave a faint smile, seeing John. John heard the door and looked up with a smile. "Hi, Master. How was it?" He sat his phone aside.
"It was good, Dimples. How was your day?" Dean asked, setting his gear bag to the side.
"Busy as always...just the way I like it." John replied with a grin.
"Good." Dean went to take his shirt off. "So you got in about seven you said? Been doing what ever since then? Busy with your fans?"
"Just relaxing, Master. I started looking at my email not long ago." John replied honestly.
"Ah okay." Dean moved to sit on the couch, kicking back. "Come here." He motioned with a couple fingers toward him.
John moved to almost crawl until he was sitting where Dean had motioned "Good." Dean reached out, touching John's neck slowly placing the special collar in place. John could see at the dark tendrils seemed to moved from Dean's shoulder and down his arm to form the item. The icy eyes even had faint flecks of black moving in them as he worked. It faded back to normal as he pulled his hand away. "I am sure you missed feeling that. Didn't you, Dimples?"
"Yes, Master. Thank you." John nodded as he touched the piece.
Dean looked at John, his eyes roaming him as he knelt there. "Go brace yourself on the chair like before...I'm sure those globes are losing their color." John sucked in a breath but moved from the floor to walk to the chair as he had the day before. He leaned over it, bracing his hands. "Bottoms too." Dean told him as he moved to retrieve the rubber paddle and the lube from his one bag. "Yes, Master." John tried not to grow heated already as he moved to remove his cargo shorts and boxers, sliding them down and taking them off. Dean had not mentioned the shirt so he left it on, assuming the position.
Dean looked over the prior marks. He sat the lube on the table before moving behind John again. "Not bad." He commented before landing the first blow.
John gave a small grunt, heat traveling to his hanging cock. "Sounds are permitted, Master?"
"Yes...so you like the pain?" Dean asked landing the second one. "Does it get you worked up?" He landed a third hit.
"Yes, Master." John said thickly. "Seems each hit goes from my prostrate to my cock."
"Good." Dean gave the next hit. "Good having a boy that enjoy the act and not doing so just for their Master." He landed the next one a little harder.
"No, Master...when I was unclaimed I often went to my local club just to be worked over." John panted, his cock thickening.
"Good." Dean gave two more swats. "Get you warmed then I am going to fuck those buns."
The words were sweet torment to John's ears. He had no idea if Dean would permit him to cum this time or not or just tell him to jerk off which meant he would be left with major blue balls. He tried to focus on the pleasure he would bring his Dom and not his own. "Yes, Master...sounds good."
Dean gave two more swats before moving to set the paddle on the table and grab the lube. He moved behind John, Opening and lowering his jeans past his hips he opened the lube to slick himself. "Before you ask...you can cum tonight if you feel the need." He voiced with a husky moan.
John let out a breath. "Thank you, Master." He said gratefully.
Dean took his hands to knead the tinted skin keeping one on John's ass while the other to guide his cock to work between them and push in with a gasping sigh. "Mmmm" His eyes closed before he grasped John waist. He then snapped his hip to drive himself the rest of the way.
John moaned as he felt the stretch. Dean was of an average size but he knew how to use it well. "Yeah...that's good, Dimples." Dean went at a hard pace with matching sound. "That's good... fuck."
The sound of Dean's cock slapping John's ass with the hard thrusts filled the air. John's member was already hard and dripping. He gave needy moans as he voiced his pleasure. "That's a good boy...aren't you, Dimples...gonna get you to cum for me tonight." Dean moaned, releasing with one hand to slap near John's hip.
"Y-Yes, Master." John said between breaths. "Won't be long...fuck."
"Like to hear that...you finish before me...I'll still screw you until I get my fill." Dean told him with another slap to his hip. A moan came from his body.
"Of course, Master." John moaned. "M-May I make a request? Cover my mouth?" He loved feeling used and dominated.
Dean looked. He had a couple inches over John so the hand he was still holding his waist by he move to clasp over John's mouth, pulling back to clasp it tighter and tilt his head back. "Mmm... that's it...so you can make all the sound you want and no one will hear." Dean moaned out.
John shuddered, his eyes almost rolling in arousal as he gave a muffled moan. It had been a fantasy of his for years to be fucked by a dominant man while silenced. It almost made his head spin. "Yeah, that a good boy...pleasing your Master." Dean moaned. He had his one hand that wasn't covering John's mouth grip into the bruised hip.
The praise combined with the duel feelings pushed John to the edge within minutes. He let out a deep moan as he came, shooting his release with waves of pleasure. It was his strongest orgasm ever. "Hot damn." Dean moaned, feeling as John tightened around him. "Mmmm, fuck yeah." He moaned as he released John's mouth to allow him to get a better hold and allow John to breath better.
"Fuck." John panted out. "Thank you, Master. You gave me my fantasy."
"Ea-easy enough...al-almost there myself...Su-such a good boy." Dean told him as he continued.
The words of praise warmed John's heart. "Thank you, Master. Use me...to make yourself feel good."
"I plan on it fully." Dean moaned out,. It took a few minutes longer before Dean reached his end giving a deep moan as he gripped John's hips hard before climaxing. He panted as he rested his head on John's back.
The two men stayed together a few long minutes, both panting and sweaty as they stayed joined. "You make me very happy, Master. That's the hardest I've ever cum." John admitted.
"Even better than...what's it's name?" Dean tried to joke as he finally pulled out almost sinking to the floor.
"Yes...better than even him." John gave a dry laugh. "He felt good but it's always been my fantasy to be...well, silenced and used."
"Shocked it didn't." Dean told him. "Go ahead and get cleaned."
"Yes, Master." John moved to walk to the bathroom. He paused in the doorway. "Thank you...for letting me cum. I've been frustrated for so long..." He moved into the bathroom.
Dean watched then moved to the chair to sit. John felt rested after his nap and sexually satisfied. He hummed to himself as he washed off in the shower. Dean got up to gather the items for John for bed. He stopped, looking at the bed. His brows knitted slightly. He looked toward the bathroom then continued to get the spare blanket from the closet. He set it on a chair as he waited for John.
John enjoyed his shower before drying off and walking out of the bathroom in the towel. He paused, seeing Dean watching him with an odd expression. "Everything okay, Master?"
"Housekeeping makes the room up daily right?" Dean asked.
John nodded. "Yes, Master." He wondered what was wrong.
"So why does the bed appear unmade? At least not as crisp as a hotel normally does." Dean wondered.
John swallowed hard, trying not to act shaken. "Remember I told you I relaxed this evening, Master? I thought furniture was not off limits unless you were also here...because you wanted me lower."
Dean drew a breath. "You are not permitted except for public until I say so." The room dimmed slightly with his displeasure, then returned to normal just as fast as he moved to walk past John and into the bathroom. John lowered his head at Dean's displeasure as he moved to take off the towel. He pulled on a clean pair of boxers before moving to sit on the floor by the bed. He had just been so tired and sore with his work schedule and Dean had never said the rule was in effect when he wasn't around. He gave a sigh, telling himself he would just have to try harder and not displease Dean again. It was odd the way the lights seemed to change with his Dom's mood.
Dean got in the shower. He was wondering if he had to spell out every single rule of conduct. He lowered his head, letting the water pelt over his neck and back. He scrubbed at his face in thought. Yes, John was a sub...his sub. Dean had to remember John was a performer though...a top class athlete. John needed to take care of his body...and mind which meant getting enough rest. He wasn't some guy that was a pencil pusher or took care of the home in his absence. He couldn't do everything exactly as he was taught.
It hurt John more than any punishment to know he had displeased his Master. Dean's praise during sex had warmed his heart and mind. He was determined to try harder to be what Dean wished in a sub and make him proud. Dean washed and got out of the shower drying off. He made his way back out as he still dried his mop of hair. John kept his eyes lowered as a proper sub would when he heard Dean enter. He spoke in a remorseful tone. "I'm sorry, Master. I know my conduct was lacking...I've never had a Dom...the only exposure I've had to the community was being worked over by a floor Dom...but that's no excuse. I know I'm far from what you expect but I'll do better."
"I know, Dimples." Dean walked over by him, touching his head. "I am going on what I was taught...I need to remember you don't exactly fit the mold of most subs and I am not talking about your size. I will allow the concession of you using furniture when I am not around. You need to be kept in top form."
"Thank you." John replied quietly.
Dean moved to grab the blanket and pillows. He set them down by John. "Check into an air bed...and take it with you between locations."
"Yes, Master." John nodded with a smile. He moved to lay on the pillow.
"Night, Dimples." Dean went to shut the light and get into bed.
"Night, Master." John briefly wondered if Dean ever kissed his subs. He was almost forty years old and never had a kiss from a man. Only fake kisses with Nikki for show. He turned his back to the wall so he would not see the shadows.
Dean shifted until he found just the right spot on the bed to fall asleep. It didn't take long after that for his deep breathing to fill the air. John could not sleep for a long time after his nap. He just laid, listening to the sound of the younger man's breathing.