John felt disgusted as he looked at how wrecked Randy looked. "Please, leave him alone." He begged Dave, knowing he was probably wasting his breath. "Can't you see he's exhausted? I did what you wanted!" He felt like a failure that he was unable to locate Randy's sweet spot and bring him pleasure during sex. He had always wanted to try topping a guy but when forced to he had fucked up royally.

Dave ignored John and grabbed a second pair of handcuffs and motioned for John to turn around. Once he had John's hands cuffed behind him he sat him on the floor. Dave put the gun on the nightstand. He crawled on top of Randy and pushed his cock inside his hole.

Randy moaned as he felt his old Evolution buddy push inside him. While John had hesitated, Dave's body language was much more sure of himself. "What happened to not touching me?" He hissed in his deep baritone. "Should have known you were lying."

Dave smirked at Randy as he thrust. "Never trust the word of an animal. A monster." He pushed hard inside Randy and shifted his body until he felt his cock drag over Randy's prostate. He gave a soft chuckle and started thrusting hard into Randy's body. He also wrapped his hand around Randy's cock and began stroking. "But don't worry, Randy I will at least make you feel good too, unlike Johnny Boy." Batista knew that making Randy enjoy his rape would only serve to humiliate his two captives further.

"F-Fuck you." Randy groaned. His steely blue eyes closed as waves of pleasure rolled over him as his prostate was stimulated. He had heard how good bottoming could feel but had never experienced it. His cock began to thicken in Batista's grasp as Randy let the lust consume him.

On the floor John felt his cheeks burn in shame at what Dave said. He knew their captor was right. He had been clumsy and selfish, taking his own pleasure and only bringing Randy pain. Randy's sounds of arousal from the bed made him want to disappear. He was so embarrassed.

Dave peeked over at John and felt his pleasure increase at the look of shame on John's face. He knew John was ashamed that he had not made Randy feel good and he wanted to drive home his inadequacy. Looking back at Randy Dave made sure to push hard into Randy's prostate on every thrust and stroked Randy harder, determined to make Randy cum.

Randy felt his body tremble as his ass and cock were assaulted by Dave. Being a jerk aside, the Animal knew what he was doing. He could bring intense pleasure when he wanted to. Within a few minutes Randy felt his balls tighten as his orgasm hit hard. He bit his lower lip, moaning as spurts of cum covered Dave's hand, his inner muscles squeezing his captor's hot cock.

John heard Randy cry out in bliss and looked at the floor. He was a failure.

Dave felt Randy's muscles squeeze around his cock and his orgasm hit. He groaned and added his seed inside of Randy. Once he was spent he pulled out of Randy and got off the bed. He walked over to John and knelt down next to him. As he was unlocking the cuffs he whispered, "Don't worry John, not all of us can be talented when it comes to the bedroom." Dave threw the cuff key on the floor, grabbed his clothes and left the room.

John could not look at Randy as he took the keys and stood up to unlock Randy from the restraints. He had fucked the man against his will and had been so horrible the Viper had begged him to hurry. Dave made Randy cum and he was a deranged rapist. After setting Randy free John walked silently to sit on the empty side of the bed. He was a failure at topping and bottoming. John never wanted to have sex again at that moment.

Randy was relieved when his arms were finally let down. He hated being cuffed to the bed, helpless. Looking down he grimaced as he felt the cum drying on his stomach. He shifted, attempting to get up to head to the bathroom but he felt a flash of pain that left him breathless. Lying back down he knew he would not be able to move. "John, can you please grab me something to clean up with?"

"Sure." John mumbled. He walked to the bathroom and wet a wash cloth with warm water. He walked to the bed were Randy laid with downcast eyes. Seeing Randy was sore and in pain John gently washed Randy's stomach and used ass before discarding the cloth. "There you go." He laid on the bed, curling into a ball with his back to the Viper.

Randy watched John as he cleaned him and knew John was upset. When John laid down with his back to Randy, he knew that he had to do something to make John feel better. Taking a chance Randy rolled over and spooned John. "It's okay, John. I know everything is bad right now but we will get out of here and everything will be okay."

John's large frame trembled as he fought breaking down. "No, it WON'T be okay." He whispered harshly. "I'm a fucking mess in bed. I can't fuck...or even take it up the ass right." His tone grew a little bitter. "I bet you can't wait to spread it around the locker room what a loser John Cena is. I couldn't even get you off when a fucking rapist could!"

Randy grabbed John and turned him so that he could look him in the eye. "John, do not let Dave get to you. The fact that I got off with Dave does not mean you are a failure. When you took me I was dry inside so your thrusting hurt. When Dave took me your cum was inside me so it lubricated him, made it smoother and more enjoyable. As far as taking it up the ass goes, do not let this experience make you feel like a failure. If you had been with a man who had treated you well I am sure you would have made him very happy." Randy squeezed John tight and smiled, joking, "I mean look at the size of that ass. Any man would have fun with it."

A little of the sadness faded from John's eyes at Randy's words. He was liking this softer side of the Viper. "Thanks." He yawned. "I know we've been sleeping a lot but I feel so tired."

Randy yawned and pulled John a little closer. "Me too. Let's just get some sleep." Randy closed his eyes and felt himself drifting into a deep sleep.