The rumor mills already began rolling without John's knowledge the moment Nikki showed up at Naomi and Jimmy's place for the night. Jimmy gave the girls their space so Nikki could vent and cry all she wanted without a man around. And also the fact he didn't want to become the target of any man hate. The next day was awkward for John as he knew Nikki asked for her space when the movers showed up. He was tired of laying around but didn't feel right going to the main house. He showered and dressed, looking at Randy. "I'm bored as hell. Any ideas of something we could do? Want to check out my gym or something?"

"Which one?" Randy asked, not knowing if John wanted to show him where he would be working or something.

"Hard Nocks...I want to avoid the main house." John told him.

"Yeah sure. You can introduce me to who I may be working with." Randy smiled. "Just need a shirt since I'm guessing the shorts are fine?"

"Not today I won't." John told him. "No one is there on Fridays...it's the day I normally straighten the place and go over my booking when I'm off. And yeah, shirt and shorts are fine."

"Oh...okay." Randy grab a tank top and socks to finish dressing before getting his sneakers.

John had a fleeting thought of their talk from the night before but was too embarrassed to ask. He walked to the bathroom, looking for where Randy kept the lube just in case. "Damn it." He mumbled as he looked.

"What's wrong?" Randy asked, calling in the direction John went.

"Nothing." John said. He walked out of the bathroom. "Um...where did you put the...lube last?"

"You have ulterior motives for this trip, Johnny?" Randy smirked. "I store it in the dresser in the other room."

"I just thought of it." John admitted. "Do...I need an extra shirt or something?"

"Yeah, I'm sure you own a million that you can sacrifice one." Randy laughed.

"Ha ha." John replied. He found the lube and tucked it into a gym bag along with an extra shirt. Once he was ready the two men made their way to the kitchen to grab keys for one of John's vehicles.

Randy waited outside in case Nikki was already there and got in the car once John pulled into the drive. John grinned as they rode in one of his beloved muscle cars. He loved the chance to drive one. He took Randy out for breakfast to a local diner and then they made the drive to Hard Nocks. John pulled in the parking lot once they arrived and killed the loud engine. The place looked deserted. "See? No one today."

"I honestly didn't know if it ever closed." Randy admitted. "I knew you had a couple friends help you keep it running."

"I'm normally off on Thursdays and Fridays so I ask them to give me the day Friday to look over things." John replied as he grabbed the gym bag from the back. "Which works out well because you'll be off when I am."

"Guess that has it's perks." Randy commented, getting out from the car. He looked around the industrial looking area.

John led Randy to the entrance, pulling out a key. He opened the door and hit a light. He then held the door open for Randy. "My home away from home."

Randy walked in, looking seeing it was very no frills type set-up. "I remember when you first talked about opening it...I just never made it here." He heard as his voice slightly echoed off the steel structure. "I remember you guys have a limited client base...so what, we will pick up more since I'll be here?"

"Maybe...it's pretty exclusive." John replied as he sat down the gym bag. He took a deep breath. "Don't worry. My buddy Gary will find you something good to do." He always felt at peace in this place.

"Okay...do I need to look out for Rob? I'm sure I am not high on his list of people he would want to have drinks with." Randy wondered before he moved to check the place out more.

"I'll have a chat with him before you start. No worries." John assured him. "I love coming here...just a place to get away and work out."

"Yeah I guess it lets you just sort of zen out and focus." Randy commented, walking back over.

"Well, guess I'll put a routine in. I haven't worked out in a day or so." John said as he moved to began doing stretches.

"You mind if I watch or did you want to see what I can do?" Randy asked John.

"You can work out too." John replied with a smile. "Gotta keep that body in shape."

"Yeah...still working some of the pudge off." Randy commented as he moved to load one of the racks to do some squats.

"You look fine. I was flirting with you." John tried not to sigh as he did his first set of squats. "How about we do the story like a role-play? We can be stretching backstage before a show. At one point you can get the drop on me and pretend to choke me out. I wake up tied to that bench." He pointed to a bench nearby. "You have your fun...if it gets too much I'll say Nocks and it stops. If I'm gagged I'll grunt three times and you back off." John suddenly realized neither of them was wearing a belt. He was glad they had forgot that part.

"I know you weren't insulting me, John...I was saying it about myself." Randy told him. "As for the play...sure after we work a sweat a bit first." He flashed a smile.

John nodded. "Sounds good. Just tell me when." He took off his shirt as he was already starting to sweat. He walked to one of the many weight benches for a little lifting. Randy tried to focus on his work out and not look over at John. John gave a small grunt as he worked on his first set of weights. He was always in his zone in these types of environments. Randy huffed and grunted, balancing the free weights as he was more used to circuit machines.

John began to feel more energized as he added more weights. A fine sheen of sweat coated his body. The guys worked for about an hour before the door opened and a man with short, dark hair came in. He came walking in like he was on a mission. He then stopped, seeing John on one of the racks. He moved over and waited so not to break John's focus. John's mind had been on the upcoming roleplay so he jumped when he saw a figure out of the corner of his eye. He stopped, moving the weight to the bar above him. "Um...what's going on, John?" Rob, John's business partner asked.

"What you mean, Rob?" John asked as he looked and moved to sit up. "I always close on Friday to have the day to myself. Look over the books, maybe put in a workout."

"Yeah, you know I sometimes come in later to check over things with you...but when I saw an unexpected person on the cameras I had to check it out." Rob told John. "Hey, can we talk in the office?"

"Sure." John stood and looked over at Randy. "Be right back." He was so thankful Rob had reminded him of the cameras before he did anything with Randy.

Rob walked with John back to the office then shut the door once he was inside. He motioned through the glass. "He's what I mean." Rob tried not to yell. "What is he doing here? How the hell is he even out? How is he even allowed within 100 feet of you or Nikki?!"

John motioned to a chair. "If you'll calm down I'll be happy to explain."

Rob moved to sit in the office chair. He turned to look towards John. He ran a had through his hair, trying to calm down. "Okay, Buddy...I'm listening."

John sighed as he took a seat. "I went to visit Randy in the institution awhile back. I know what he did...but hell, Rob he was like my brother for over 10 years. He was sick...they tried some new treatments on him and he got better...realized his mistake. When he was released he had nowhere to go...so I offered my guest house." He paused for a reaction.

Rob put a hand to his head, shaking it. "He couldn't go back to his place why? It's not like he is exactly poor...right?"

"Something about his money being tied up right now." John was quiet a few minutes. "Rob, I never hide anything from you, Man. Nikki is packing today to move out."

"Fuck, Man...you still together though, right? It's only until he leaves?" Rob asked.

"No, she gave me back the ring." John's voice broke slightly. "I...I think I might be gay...or at least bi. I've been having sexual feelings for dudes."

"Damn...was it worth losing her for...him?" Rob asked. "As for the sexuality thing..if that's what raises your flag that's cool...but that's not the topic he is...wait a moment." Rob's eyes grew large. "No...no way...John you can't be saying he's what's getting your flag to rise!"

"That's what I'm trying to say." John replied. "Ever since what went down...I can't get him out of my mind."

"He screwed with your head, John. You need help." Rob insisted. "You didn't think of this before. It's not right! Something in you had to tell you that."

"I've had help...hours and hours of help." John told him bluntly. "By the best therapist in the state and I still want him. I...offered him a job here."

"What?! And you didn't even think about consulting me about a new hire?" Rob sighed, shaking his head. "I don't think that would be a good idea."

"This is important to me. Just give him a shot." John insisted. "I'm being careful, Man."

Rob ran a hand through his hair again. "Fine...Fine. You know you have a lot of coworkers that come in here. What do you think may happen when they see him?"

"They'll just have to remain professional." John said simply. "Randy has been cleared as mentally stable."

"Okay, Man, but you know how people talk." Rob pointed out.

John shrugged. His mind was still on Randy. "We'll play it by ear. Anything else?"

"Guess not...did you want me to stay to go over the books together?" Rob asked.

"Nah...I'll do it a bit later. Enjoy your day off." John gave Rob a friendly pat on the shoulder.

"Okay, Man...catch you later." Rob got up and moved to hug John before he headed out, just shooting a look Randy's way before he headed out.

Once Rob was gone. John looked at Randy. "Sorry...we talked things out."

"So he won't bite my head off the first day?" Randy commented as he set the weights back and went to rack them.

"Hope not...I um...told him about my...um attraction to you." John admitted. "I never hide anything from Rob."

"Well, he was like a buddy from school wasn't he?" Randy commented as he took his shirt off to wipe his face. "I'm shocked he didn't blow up over that news."

"Yeah well, he wasn't too happy but I guess he figures I'm a grown ass man." John lowered his voice. "I'm glad he showed up. He reminded me about the cameras in here...he saw you on them."

"Camera? That could have been messy." Randy snickered.

John gave a playful shove. "Well, there's none in the locker room." He moved to lock the door from the inside.

"That works." Randy smirked. "Lead the way."

John grabbed the duffle bag from the floor and handed it to Randy. He then led the way to the back where the locker rooms were located. He hit the lights, showing an almost bare locker area with a few benches. "This is more like I envisioned." Randy commented.

John nodded. "Remember my safe word is Nocks or three grunts if I'm gagged." He gave a shaky breath. "Feel free to live your stories a little...but you don't have a belt."

"I'll think of something." Randy commented. "Got scissors for the shirt?"

John looked thoughtful. "Be right back." He hurried to the office and grabbed a pair of scissors. He carried them back to the locker room, handing them to Randy. "Here you go."

"Thanks." Randy took them, cutting slits in the hem of the shirt before ripping them into thick strips.

"Um...isn't it awkward to do it in front of me if I'm unwilling at first?" John pointed out. "Shouldn't you pretend to choke me out or something?" He didn't know how the story went.

"Just prepping...in the story I do it with my bare hands." Randy laughed. "We know that isn't possible."

"You're not Hulk Hogan?" John joked. "Damn, those writers must think we are."

"Come on even Hulk didn't do it without help." Randy laughed. "Notice his shirts never had collars on them?"

"Yeah, I know how it went." John agreed. "You said in one story you got the drop on me in the shower." He pointed. "How about I go in there and start washing off? You can pretend to overpower me then bring me back here."

"Of course like the ring I'll need your help some...I can't move that much dead weight." Randy replied.

"Of course. I'll make it look good." John winked. He tried not to feel aroused as he walked to the showers. He took the nearest one to the door and started the water once the light was on. Randy moved to set the stuff from the back in a cubby nearby. He removed his shoes and socks before heading for the shower area.

John just let his mind wonder as he rinsed off in the spray. He felt a little excited by what he knew was coming. The slight fear only seemed more of a drug. Randy walked in, seeing John's back was turned. He stripped from his shorts before walking over. "Hey, you looked good out there."

"Thanks...it was a hell of a match." John replied. "We haven't squared off in awhile."

"Yeah, I like when we get paired up." Randy commented as he reached a hand over to rest it near the top of John's ass. "I wouldn't mind pairing up in another way as well."

"What you talking about, Man?" John laughed like it was a good joke. "You've been around our fangirls too much."

"You know exactly what I'm talking about, John." Randy moved his hand down to grope John's ass, stepping closer to John. "You can't tell me you feel nothing."

John swatted at Randy's hand as he went back to washing. "Stop it, Ran. I'm not biting. Go shower and we'll grab a drink."

"Think I'm ribbing you?" Randy asked. He moved to grab John, spinning him around to push him against the wet wall, luckily avoiding the handle. He then pressed his lips against John's, kissing him until his tongue could slip into John's mouth, tasting him. John gasped into the kiss but his cock twitched as goosebumps raised on his wet skin. A warmth wanted to fill his body. Randy took John's hand, bringing it to his hardened cock. He then broke the kiss to whisper thickly in his ear. "Still think this a joke, John? I have wanted you for a long time."

"Fuck, Man. You're huge." John gasped out. "Don't think I'm down for that though."

"I don't think I asked you." Randy told John, staying close. "I plan on finding out if that ass feels as good as it looks."

"Fuck off, Ran." John snapped. He pretended to try to push the younger man off.

Randy stumbled slightly before moving back for John. He braced his arm over John's throat. "Bad move." He almost snarled as he pressed.

"Ran." John pretended to gasp although Randy wasn't pushing too hard. He struggled a moment then grew still, slumping against the wall. Randy stayed there, holding John a moment before he loosened and moved to support John, moving from the shower room to the locker room area, draping John over the bench so most of him was laying on it.

John pretended to lay still and act as though he was passed out cold. Randy moved to grab parts of the shirt and stretched John's arms to secure them to the legs of the bench. He then looked over John's prone form, slapping his wet ass. John gave a groan at the slap. His eyes fluttered. "W-What?"

"Mmmm Wakey wakey." Randy commented with another firm slap.

John tugged on his arms. "What the fuck, Ran? You tied me up?"

"Well...yeah." Randy replied as if saying 'well duh.' Randy moved to grab two more strip of cloth before he moved around to the bench in front of John and sat down.

"I can't believe you choked me out. This is not cool. If someone comes in you're fucked." John snapped.

"Exciting isn't it?" Randy leaned in close with a smirk.

"No! I'm going to kick your ass!" John snapped. He pretended to struggle.

"We will see about that." Randy commented. When John's mouth opened to speak again, Randy jammed in one piece of cloth then used the other to tie around John's head to keep it in place. John glared, giving an indignant grunt at the actions. The cloth filled his mouth and made it impossible to talk. "Comfy? Good." Randy laughed before he got up, moving around the bench, slapping John's ass two more times before moving for the lube. John wondered how far Randy would push him. He remembered Randy said before he wanted to whip John until his cries turned to moans. He tried to not feel nervous, not knowing how sadistic Randy could be given full reign. Randy lubed his cock before moving behind John at the end of the bench. He rubbed one of John's tinted cheeks, gripping in with his nails.

John gave a pained groan at the pain but his cock wanted to twitch at the same time. "Yeah, feels good." Randy slapped John's ass. "But can't waste time with foreplay right now." He took one hand to pull John's cheeks apart. "That's a good sight." He used his other hand to guide his cock into position and begin to push inside. "Mmmm" John groaned, panting at the fast stretch. Randy normally used a few fingers first but he was well lubed. "Yeah, that's good." Randy commented, pushing all the way in. He grabbed the back of John's neck as he took long and hard strokes with moans leaving his lips. John's hands clenched at the feeling as he gave a few muffled moans. Randy felt like he was stretching him so far this time. John could feel Randy's nails as he gripped his neck with heavy pants on every thrust.

John groaned at the slight pain. He figured there would be nail marks for the makeup girls to cover again. Randy was deep with each thrust. He could feel the younger man's balls slapping against his skin. "Mmmm Feels good, Johnny." Randy moaned. In his mind he could almost hear the faint muffled roar of the fans in the distance. John gave a lustful moan as Randy brushed him at just the right angle for his prostrate. The position he was tied in was exciting and fun. "Damn….yeah, that's the spot." Randy moaned as he mimicked the angle. John's muscles tightened around Randy's cock, almost squeezing the member as he moaned again. "MMM Fuck, you feel good." Randy moaned out. "Damn, you're tight."

John's cock throbbed with the need to release. He groaned, struggling in the restraints as his body wanted more stimulation. "Damn…..Mmmmm" Randy moaned, feeling John under him. "Not gonna take much more of you like that." John gave a frustrated whine as he was so close but his body wouldn't go over. He strained in his restraints as he tried to hump the bench. "Damn, you are hot aren't you? I bet you thought of this yourself on occasion." Randy moaned. "I would offer a hand but not sure I can get under you." John was unable to move to touch his aching cock. He could only hope Randy could push him over by stimulation alone.

Randy slowed some and moved more upright. "Put your feet flat the straighten you legs to lift your ass up off the bench." John struggled to obey and finally was able to move correctly. "Yeah, there we go." Randy commented as he reached hand under John to stroke his cock." Oh yeah really got you wet don't I?" Randy commented before he started moving again at a downward angle. John gave a muffled, pleased moan at the contact to his cock. It all felt so good it made his head spin. "Yeah, that's what you been wanting." Randy gave a deep heated moan. Feeling John tightening around him grew too much and Randy shuddered with a pump of his hips, filling John. "Damn." Randy panted, staying buried as he pumped John's cock.

John only needed a minute or two before he shuddered and let go. His release squirted in two long streams, coating Randy's hand. "Yeah, that's good, Johnny." Randy told John as he let go of his cock and pulled out. He moved around to remove the gag first to let John could catch his breath better.

"Fuck...that's good." John said once he could speak between gasps.

"Told ya." Randy smirked as he moved to untie John's wrists. "Guess we really need a shower now." He laughed. "You have anything here?"

"You mean soap?" John clarified as he rubbed his wrists.

"Yeah soap, towels. Stuff like that." Randy replied.

John nodded. "I keep some nearby." He moved to one of the lockers and opened it, pulling out a bottle of body wash and two towels. He gave Randy a wink. "Want to get clean with the boss?"

"And try not to get messy again." Randy smirked, walking over. "Hope my shorts didn't get wet in there. I left them near the door."

"Damn...hope not." John commented, as they walked. "So, did it live up to your fantasies?"

"Well, it was missing a few things….but was still good." Randy commented. "Glad you enjoyed it too."

"What kind of things were missing?" John asked curiously. He paused his walking a moment.

"Like the belt to color your ass with." Randy chuckled thickly. "The dull roar of the fans in the distance."

"Well, the fans I can't give." A cloud crossed John's face at the thought Randy would never wrestle again. They could play act all they wanted to and it would never change. Randy had thrown away a lifelong dream in a moment of madness. "Maybe the belt someday." He tried to finish before moving into the shower area.

Randy followed John and picked up the dropped shorts checking them. "Seems to be dry." He set them on a bench near the door. "If you could...would you?"

"What? Offer in an actual arena?" John asked, looking at Randy.

"Yeah." Randy replied. "Would you have sex backstage at a show?"

John looked thoughtful. He knew Randy hated BS from him. "If...you had never snapped and gotten in trouble and we hooked up like this...yes." He said at last. "But now things are so f-ed up at work when your name comes up." He sighed.

Randy gave a crooked smile with a nod." Good to know...let's get cleaned."

"Was it worth it, Ran?" John had to ask. "It would kill me to be in your position...all those years you put into the company...we made a name for ourselves." John's eyes clouded as he remembered when Randy had planned on locking him away for the rest of his life. He had selfishly tried to take wrestling from him.

"What if I said yes?" Randy replied simply before heading for one of the shower spots. There was silence was John tried to figure Randy out. Before he could reply Randy spoke again. "What if I said no? Doesn't really matter now does it?"

"No...I just don't get it, Ran. I try to understand...but I could never, even in a moment of madness choose to risk my dream, my family, my friends over a crush." John said honestly as he walked closer. "Even your daughter." He said softer.

"How do you know ,John?" Randy turned to look at John, cocking his head. "How can you truly say if you have never been to that place?" Randy laughed before turning to turn the knobs to turn the spray on. Randy's laugh chilled John as he looked at him. He acted like everything in his life was nothing and it scared the older man. John went quiet, handing Randy the body wash. "Thanks." Randy replied as he started to wash down.

John studied Randy as he washed his body. The taller man was so good looking...he could have his pick of anyone. Why did he obsess over his friend to the point of destroying his life? Randy's body took almost a relaxed look after he set the wash on the small shelf on the wall. His head leaned back under the water with the suds cascading over his body with the running water. It could almost remind someone of those slow motion ads or steamy book covers.

John could not help taking in the look of the man. He was honestly the most attractive man he had ever seen and John had seen his fair share of naked men in his line of work. Every inch of Randy was tanned and gorgeous. John's mouth felt dry as his thoughts shifted from how worried he felt to how hot Randy looked. Randy moved his head, looking and seeing John's eyes on him. He gave a half smile. "Enjoying the show?"

"Yeah...you're easy on the eyes." John admitted.

"Same could be said about you, Buddy." Randy stepped from the spray. "Well, guess you might as well use the same one...the temperature's already set."

"Thanks." John told him. He grabbed the bottle of body wash and began to wash his arms, chest, and upper body. The warm water felt good on his slightly sore ass from the small spanking. He gave a contented groan.

"Refreshing isn't it?" Randy commented.

"Yeah...feels good." John admitted. As he turned slightly, faint bruises could be seen on his ass cheeks, brought out by the warm water. Randy smiled at the sight, his eyes drinking in every curve and wonderful blemish. John moved to wash down the rest of his body. He was feeling relaxed. When he turned back around, he was caught off guard by the look in Randy's eyes. It was more than just a buddy eyeing up a sexy friend...it was way beyond that. It made him feel both special and nervous. It was like a faithful follower looking at their favorite celebrity..almost a deity they worshipped.

Randy shook his head, clearing his thoughts once John turned. His eyes lifted to John's with a smile. "Guess I'll go get dry." He turned, heading for the towels. John tried not to worry as he watched Randy. This could not be healthy. Randy had nothing in the world and didn't seem to care. All he wanted was his fix...John. Randy may not be holding a gun on him any longer but the unhealthy obsession was still obvious. The worst part was John just could not say no to him...walk away before it got even worse. John finished and shut off the water. Randy was already working his way back into his shorts when John joined him in the locker room. He was using the damp towel to wipe the bench off.

"Ran...can I ask you something?" John asked bluntly. He was drying off his body. "I know you...want me...care about me. But I'm not your entire world...am I? Because you realize that's not healthy."

"Well, I don't have much else at the moment do I?" Randy replied. "You offered me a home, a job, intimacy...who knows in time."

John gave a nod. "I just...want you to realize. You're my best friend...I care about you...but I have a busy life too. You can't assume I'm out cheating everytime I'm away or forget to call." He moved to grab his clothing.

"I'll try, Johnny." Randy told him. He looked around. "Guess my shirt is still out on the floor."

"Mine is too. I took it off to workout." John said. He hoped what he said had gotten through. "I wonder if the movers are done at my place yet?"

"Guess we won't know until we get back." Randy replied. The guys ate lunch and then went back to the house. All seemed quiet and the movers were gone by late afternoon. John went to the main house to check a few things over and pack his luggage for the upcoming work week.