A/N: MVP is visiting in this chapter to cause some mischief with John...enjoy! Who knew that Cena would be so sexually wicked? I think my Cena muse wants me to make him out to be that way for this chapter. If I didn't, he threatened to make my Batista muse suffer a bit more...I couldn't risk that.

Enjoy!

Chapter 6- Time Between Friends

"I should just drain you both," John murmured.

"Fuck, just do something," Dave panted.

"Please," Randy said.

"In due time, boys. In due time," John replied. "But first—let me introduce someone into the game."

"Who?" Dave and Randy asked.

"Me, motherfuckers," Alvin said, walking into the room.

"Hey, wait a second," Dave growled. "How did he get in here?"

"Hunter," Alvin answered.

"Should have known," Randy muttered.

"Anyway," John said. "I asked Alvin to grace us with his presence only because I wasn't sure if I wanted to handle you both alone."

"And I gladly accepted," Alvin said, a whip in his hand. "Who wants to go first?"

"How did he become Kennedy's master?" Dave wondered aloud.

"Easy, I just kidnapped and tortured him," Alvin replied.

"You did not!" John snickered.

"I know, it's fun torturing these two," came the reply.

"And you were asked to come why?" Dave grumbled.

"Because I wanted to, but I didn't believe Dave had the Dungeon. And I wanted to see it," Alvin continued.

"You two are just sick," Randy said. "Why don't you just have each other?"

"What fun is that?" John asked. "Plus, it's fun when we get together, is it not?"

"It is," Dave said. "But I didn't invite him—only because Kennedy's a pussy. He wouldn't try anything else when he and I hooked up."

"Hm, perhaps we can change that," Alvin said. Grinning, he cracked the whip by Randy's ear.

"Hey!" Randy shouted. "Too close to my fucking ear, man!"

"That was the point," Alvin muttered. "What do you want me to do to him?"

"Just leave that to me," John said. "You can watch."

Randy sighed. "Do with me what you wish, and just remember that you won't be getting Ted and/or Cody for the rest of the time we're here," he threatened.

"Oh, yes, I will," John replied. He quietly ran a finger over Randy's cock. "Good Lord, you're all excited. What about you, Dave?"

"No," Dave replied.

"I think you are," John said. "And yet, you're lying. Here, try that on for size," he said, slipping a cock ring onto Dave's cock.

"Get...this...thing...off...me!" Dave growled.

"Not until you stop thrashing like that. I'll get to you soon," John assured him.

"No!" Dave shouted.

"It's cute to see the almighty Animal freaking out like this," Alvin giggled.

"Fuck you!" Dave spat.

"Gladly," Alvin said, walking over to him. "Poor Dave. What's the matter? Go ahead and cum for me, big man. Oh, wait, you can't. You have that huge cock ring on there. Ha ha!"

Dave tried to kick him, but it was impossible. "Damn it!" he swore.

"That's why I didn't let your legs loose," John said. "Because I know how you work, David. Now calm down and behave. Alvin, go ahead and take the ring off him—do whatever you want. We can switch off later."

"That's weird," Miz said. "Where's Master gone off to?"

"The Dungeon," Hunter said.

"The what?" Morrison asked.

"You heard this asshole," JBL said. "Too bad it's locked real tight right now, and trust me, I have a feeling someone else besides those three is down there too."

"You don't mean—?" Shawn said.

"Yep. Alvin," Mark said.

"How would you know, Master Taker?" Morrison asked.

"Oh, just a guess," Mark replied.

"And a good one at that," Hunter said.

"Anyway, I would leave them alone," Mark said. "Go play with Jeff and keep him company, since none of us have anything for you to do."

"Yes, Master Taker," they said. "Jeff? Where ya at?"

"Here," Jeff said, waving to them. "Come, get into the pool. Cool off."

"Okay," Miz jumped into the pool first. Morrison chose to slowly get into the pool and sat on the edge. "The water's cold. I think I'll wait a while."

Back in the Dungeon, Dave and Randy were still being tortured.

In fact, the only sounds that could be heard were moans coming from the torture victims.

"Oh, God," Dave growled. "That's so good. Keep doing that," he panted.

"Oh, you mean this?" Alvin asked, swirling his tongue over Dave's ever-hardening cock.

"Jesus, yes!" Dave shouted.

Randy, on the other hand, was enjoying every bit of his punishment. "Yeah, baby," he groaned. "Don't stop."

"Ah, you mean this?" John asked, pouring the wax from the candle he was holding. "As you wish."

"That, and the thing you're doing to my dick. Holy hell!" Randy shouted.

"Ah, this then." John responded to that by pumping Randy's cock a bit harder. "You like that, Legend Killer?"

"Hell yes," Randy replied.

"Damn, Animal," Alvin snickered. "I would have thought that I could have tamed you by now."

"What little you know, Alvin," was all Dave said.

What he didn't know was that Dave had managed to break free from his restraints. Within seconds, Dave had flipped him over and was putting those same restraints on him.

"Damn," Alvin said. "Cena, the gig is up."

"What?" John asked. "What the hell?"

"Aww, dear, sweet John," Dave purred as he slipped behind him. "Randy and I aren't done with you yet. Let him up."

"Of-of course," John said, releasing Randy's restraints.

Once he was up, Randy sprang into action. "What do you think we should do to these two?" he asked Dave.

"Hm, I dunno," Dave said. "Maybe let them stay down here?"

"Nah, too easy," Randy said. "Alvin, you pack your shit and leave. We want to deal with John—and him ALONE."

"Of course," Alvin said. He left as quickly as he had come.

"I'm going to kill Hunter," Dave snarled.

"Now, now," Randy said. "We'll do that later, right now, we deal with this mischievous Champ."

"What are you two going to do to me?" John asked.

"Suck you dry, just like you threatened to do to us," Dave said.

"Yep," Randy said. "And you're gonna love it."