Well here's the next chapter. It seems that a lot of people wanted me to hurry up and get the next chapter posted.
Well I have it here now. Yay, I need to work on some of my other fanfics, and get my next ideas on the paper. Or well Wordpad, haha.
But here is the chapter.
WARNING.
Mature Reading for this.
RAPE
OR well Almost Rape is in here.
So yeah.
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That hour went by so slow..
Deadly slow.
And Dwanye was still here, sitting at the bar. John's ocean eyes turned over to him. The male, glancing at his iPad, his fingers fastly moving at the buttons on the screen. Seemed like business. This was just awkward. He never had a guest stay here this long, and he was barely drinking. He only had ordered maybe three drinks. He sighed some, as he cleaned the bar table, looking around some. Noticing a drunk person, leaving as he rushed upward. Phil was very sure on making sure the drinkers had a ride back home, and they WEREN'T drinking while driving.
Lucky for John he had caught up to the man, just in time. Stopping him and calling a cab for him. Taking his keys, as Phil offered always to keep their cars here until the next morning when they would pick them up. He swing the key charm around his finger as he entered back into the bar. As he noticed, only Dwanye was there. This was awkward. "Uh, where did everyone go?" He blinked a few as Dwanye's think voice came out of a laughter. His long finger pointed to the clock as he chuckled again. "It's closing hours, you should know the time the bar closes, bartender." He chuckled once again, making a flush come onto the bartender's cheeks.
Walking up to the tables as John grabbed the chairs and placed them onto the tables. "If that's the case then why are you still here?" Questioned John as he panted, lifting up the fourth chair and placing it ontop of the table. Wiping a bead of sweet off his forehead, he turned to notice Dwanye wasn't at his table but near by him. "I'm waiting for Phil, we're supposed to have a chat tonight." Said the governor as he smirked some, leaning over the table. His chocolate eyes locking onto John's ocean pair.
His smirk still wrapped around his lips, he couldn't help himself at all. John was to die for. It was as if love? Maybe love hit him all at once. He felt every emotion enter his being as he wanted more. Yes more, of John. It was almost as if he was drug addict. He needed his next hit of John. And he barely knew him, for more than a few hours. But it didn't matter to him, he would always get whatever he wanted. And what he wanted, was this man before him. This bartender. Was calling to him. He smirked as he walked up to John, catching the man off guard as he grabbed his arm and pushed him onto a empty table.
"H-Hey!" Shouted John, as Dwanye hushed him up with his mouth on his. His tongue roughtly entering in the man's mouth. His hand, sliding up John's figure. John couldn't believe what was going on. NO! He wouldn't allow this to happen a second time. His fits blew out as he punched his back, and did what ever he could to get the six foot four man off of him. "Get off me! Get the fuck off me! NOW! NOW! DAMNIT NOW!" He shouted, he cried, and screamed. But his words fell on death ears. Dwanye wasn't going to listen to him what so ever.
His hand, slide down his pants with ease, as John winced his eyes tightly closed. N-No. This couldn't be happening? "Hmm.. Seem likes your big down there as well.." Purred out Dwanye' as he stroked his fingers around the bare length in his hands. Loosing up John's pants, and tugging them down with his other free hand. John's body trembled, but not in enjoyment, not in pleasure. In fear. Just what was happening! How could this happen to him. "Get off me, I-I don't want this! I don't even know you!" John shouted as he smacked his hands onto his harden back once again. His words and his pleads falling on deaf ears once again.
"Mmm... God, I want you so badly..."
"Get off me!"
"I'll make you mine.."
"FUCK SAKES! GET OFF ME!"
Called out the man once again, as tears burned into his ocean pools once again. All he could think of what his kids. Evan and Cody, he vowed this would never happen again. And that's when he felt his body being grabbed. Oh dear god no. And he was flipped hard back onto the table, his stomach crashing into the wooden broads. "Ngh.." Groaned out John as then he noticed it, his pants were falling to his knees. His perfectly round ass, exposed and easily to be taken. N-No, not again.
"Get off! GET OFF! DAMNIT! NO NO! I SAID FUCKING NO!" He cried out, his tears pouring down his cheeks fast. His body trembled, his legs ached. He knew what was about to come. You would think in these many years he would be ready to fight this again, he just couldn't let this happen. No, he just could. He wiggled around, trying to break free. Trying to save himself from the dooming act coming onto him. He heard the metal of other's belt get loose and drop down to the ground. His tears, dropped more. His heart jumped into his throat. His bile in his stomach, twisting and begging to be released in the hopes he would run away in disgustment.
"Oh John, that ass looks so tight. I can't wait to make it mine." Purred out Dwanye as he dropped his pants, and grabbed John's hips roughly. His long fingers stainting his flesh, forcing new bruises to be placed there. John's tears dropped more, falling more onto the wooden table. His heart dropping, his mind becoming foggy. He remembered everything, from that man. When that man took him, by forced and did the same thing to him. Forcing him into sex, and then inpregnanting him with children. Children which he loves by the way. But still, he didn't want it to happen again.
Just as when he felt the tip of the large swollen cock, brush against his hole, a slam came across the room. John's eyes looked up and to the door. He couldn't believe it. What wonderful luck did he have. There he stood, Randy Orton. Dressed as if he was going on a hot date. Those icy pools were filled with hate and anger as he grabbed Phil's cane, next to the door and walked up to them. "Get your paws off of him!" Shouted Randy as he growled with hate, the cane raised over his head. He wasn't going to stop, he would bash in Dwanye's head.
"A-Alright.. Fuck." Cursed out Dwanye as he pushed John off of the table, making the broken man crash onto the ground. He smirked, as he grabbed his pants and pulled them up. "Just because your jealous, doesn't mean you ruin other's fun." Dwanye's thick voice came out of his pale lips, as he tighten up his belt once more time, and chuckled. "You think this was fun! Forcing a man into having sex, for your own enjoyment! You make me sick!" Randy cursed as he grabbed John, holding him to his body. "Get out of here! Now! I don't care if your the governor, I have no fucking trouble getting your ass thrown in jail!" He shouted in anger, as Dwanye chuckled and pointed his fingers to Randy.
"I have this world wrapped around my finger, there isn't a little punk like you can do to stop me. I'll have him. I always get what I want." Dwayne chuckled as he grabbed his jacket and iPad, stepping out of the bar. Looking as if nothing had happened. John on the other hand wasn't so lucky. He was trembling in his embrace, in that warm pair of arms he remembered being in for a while. Randy was the one who saved him in the woods. He was the one who gave his children a home. He was the one who was here so far. And he's the one who saved him. Not Wade.
"R-Randy..?"
"Hush, it's alright. Let's go home, okay.."
"Y-Yeah."
With that, Randy jumped dressed John and they two walked out together, hand in hand. Randy made a vow at that moment, he would protect him.
No matter what.
