"You sure your going to be OK now Justin?" John asked as he helped the younger man get out of the car.
Justin was clutching the wound from the other night. At least John hadn't seen this. All he knew was that he'd found him on his porch covered in blood and cum. "I'll be fine John. Thanks for letting me stay with you for the past couple of days. I think I needed to get out of the house for a while."
"Glad to here your OK dude. If you need anything just call me. I put my number in your jacket pocket the other night whilst you were sleeping, incase of an emergency or something like that."
Justin pulled a small sheet of paper out of his pocket. 'Hmm so John did put his number in my pocket.' Justin thanked the other man and walked up to his and Wade's home but stopped at the front porch. 'I've been gone for two days. Wades gonna wanna know where the hell I've been. Ahh I'll make up some crap and say I got arrested for people thinking I was a prostitute or something.'
Justin turned and waved at John who had just gotten back inside the car. John waved back and gave Justin a beaming smile, dimples on full display, then mouthed the words 'call me if you need anything. And I mean anything'
Justin walked through the front door and to his surprise everything was pitch black. Either Wade had gone out for the day and not opened the curtains or something sinister was going to happen. 'Hmm he's probably around here somewhere. Maybe sleeping.' A faint noise could be heard somewhere in the house.
"WADE! You here?" Justin called up the stairs. If he wasn't downstairs where else could he be. "Wade I'm coming upstairs." As Justin climbed each stair the noise gradually started getting louder. Then he could hear a voice. A voice crying out in pain. A voice which almost sounded exactly like... him.
Justin walked through the door to see Wade sat there smirking at his work. He was watching the video he'd taken of himself abusing Justin. What had turned Wade into such a monster. Throughout FCW he was everyones friend but now, he was seemingly nice to all, untill behind closed doors with Justin as the recipient of all the Brit's anger and frustration.
"Well, well, well." Wade paused the video and started to get up. He walked towards Justin slowly. He looked like somebody out of a psycho horror movie who was about to kill one of the attractive girls. But in this horror story there weren't any attractive girls. Just one hot South African who'd already lived this tale more than once.
"Wade. I'm back." Justin said with fear in his voice. It came out as more as a whisper than a clearly understood sentence.
"Your back are you. I can tell your back, I just want to know WHERE THE FUCK YOU WERE!" Wade grabbed onto Justins wrist. Justin fidgeted and tried to escape but his monster of a boyfriends grip was too strong to break out of.
"Wade. Your hurting me." Justin knew there was no chance he would get out of Wade's grasp but he wouldn't stop trying.
"Oh I know I'm hurting you baby. And I'll continue to do so untill you tell me where you were." The Brit smirked. He loved having control. He loved it so much, the way Justin squirmed trying to get out of his grasp. With every motion the young South African made, Wade squeezed tighter on Justin's wrist.
"Please let me go if I tell you. I'm begging Wade. I'll get down on my knees. Give you a blowjob. Fist myself. You know how much you love it when I fist myself. Please Wade I'll do whatever you want me to if you let me go." Tears had formed in Justin's eyes. He normally wouldn't do any of these things but now he was desperate. He needed to get out of Wade's grasp.
"Fine. Only because I'm so fucking horny. I havn't jizzed in two whole days."
"I was with John. John Cena." Justin smiled with relief as after he said those words Wade let go of his wrist.
"Cena huh? Tell me Justin. Why were you with Cena? Is it because I don't satisfy you? Because after I gave you as much jizz as I could you went looking for more you cum hungry little whore!" Wade slapped the South Africans face, hard.
Justin clutched his cheek, the pain stinging throughout his face. "No Wade. You raped me. Stabbed me. Left me on the porch where anyone could have saw me and had their way with me. John drove past offered me a bed in his guest room for the night and I took it. I'm sorry."
"Not as sorry as I am Justin. I'm sorry for you. For being such a wimp you can't even take pain. No wonder everyone calls you the pretty boy in WWE with the party trick finisher. Thats all thats got you this far, that your one of the best looking WWE has to offer. Tell you what I ought to make you pay for this."
"No Wade. I'm begging you. It'll never happen again. Please don't make me pay for my sins."
"Too late Justin." The Brit clutched his partners neck with both of his large hands. "By the time I'm done with you you won't be able to..."
Then there was a knock at the door.
Ooh Cliffhanger moment. Who's at the door. What will Wade do to Justin?
Review please.