AN: I'm not sure if I did a proper disclaimer and I plan to go back and add one to the first chapter. However, I'm pretty certain you're all aware that I do NOT own anything remotely related to the WWE so no need to sue. Anyway, I just thought I'd let you know that sometimes I'll really be pushing that 'M' rating. Of course, I don't plan to make this story long at all but that's not the point. You should be warned that there's some really graphic situations that even I shutter to write. (Mainly because some people are just too gross to write about.) So if you don't like really foul language, disturbing images or rough man sex, then turn away now. O.O I mean really. Like, I've read worse stuff than what I attempted to write but I'm dead serious about this. Don't read if you cannot handle the mental images.
"You can close your eyes to the things you do not want to see, but you cannot close your heart to the things you do not want to feel."---Anonymous
When Cena finally stormed out of the room, Shawn just turned to JBL and glared. JBL seemed highly amused by Shawn so the glare wasn't affecting him at all.
"How could you?" Shawn asked softly. His whole body was starting to tremble from his anger and he was trying his best not to punch JBL in the face. JBL's smirk turned into a huge grin angering the blonde even more.
"Because I felt like it. Besides, I saw him with you Shawn. I KNOW he kissed you just now."
"But I pushed him away!"
"Yeah I know but had I not walked in that door you would have welcomed that kiss and you know it." JBL was no longer smirking. Just as quickly his face went from one of amusement to that of an angry pit bull. "You listen here Shawn, don't forget that I OWN you. I do what I want to you when I want to you. In case you haven't noticed sweetheart, I'm a real selfish bastard. I don't like it when other people touch what's rightfully mine. I BOUGHT you which means I OWN you. Don't like it? Then too fucking bad. Now put some dry clothes on so we can get going. I think tonight calls for a celebration."
JBL left the locker room leaving Shawn to his thoughts. He could not believe what that bastard had done just now. Sure he always heard that JBL was evil but he never thought the man would do something like this. But he beat me the other night…like I was some kind of animal… Just the thought of that night made him shudder. He had been fairly certain JBL was going to force himself on him but he didn't, at least not the way he expected him to. JBL beat him with a belt and made Shawn give him a blow job. It had been hell for him but for some reason this whole incident with Cena hurt him more. He stood there and watched JBL touch me… He did it for me because he loves me and instead of trying to show some kind of dignity by fighting back, I showed Cena how pathetic I am by just standing there… But Shawn had no choice. He knew this yet he still couldn't help but beat himself up.
"SHAWN HURRY UP! WHAT'S TAKING YOU SO LONG?!" The locker room had opened up again and in walked JBL. Shawn jumped at the sound his voice and quickly started changing out of his wet clothes.
"I'm…coming."
"Alright but hurry. I don't want the guys to leave." Shawn managed to change quickly and then he left, leaving all thoughts of Cena behind him.
x-x-x
A few minutes later Shawn and JBL were entering a bar. It was pretty crowded and there were drunks singing and dancing all over the place. Typical bar Shawn thought until he saw what some people were doing at their tables. There were several tables that had guys giving each other blow jobs in front of everybody. Drunks were surrounding the couples tossing beer everywhere, shouting and hollering; basically cheering them on. A few others would shove people out of the way to get in on the action. Shawn couldn't help but feel uneasy. Just why the hell would anyone want to hang out in here?
JBL led Shawn to a small area near the back of the bar. There was another door that led to another room but a big bouncer guy was standing in front of it.
"Hey Derrick. Are the guys here yet?" John asked.
"Yeah. Glen and the others are inside." JBL reached on the inside of his jacket and pulled out his wallet. He gave the bouncer a hundred dollar bill. "Thanks man."
"Don't mention it. Just do your job and you'll keep getting paid."
"Yes, sir." He opened the door for them and they headed inside. Shawn was pleasantly surprised by how nice the room looked. When you first enter the bar, it looks just like any other old bar but this room was the exception. It was small but quite roomy. The floor was carpeted in red and there were matching club chairs, much nicer than the ones in the bar area, surrounding two small round tables. The only light was two small disco balls emitting all colors of blue, green, and red all around the room. On the far wall was a juke box that looked very, very expensive and then the biggest surprise was the hot tub. Shawn was about to ask John about it when he felt himself being led towards one of the tables where some familiar faces were sitting. Mark's younger brother Glen was seated at a table along with Adam and his ex rival Kurt Angle. Three guys I really hate…
"John! I was starting to worry about you!"
"Oh well. I got caught up. I had to uh…put a few people in their place." John motioned for Shawn to take the seat next to Glen and John sat next to him.
"Caught up huh? Doesn't surprise me considering your circumstances," Adam snickered.
"Yeah well I'm pretty sure I nipped it in the bud," John chuckled. "But enough of that. Tonight was a very good night for me and so I thought I'd celebrate." John put his arm around Shawn pulling him close. The blonde cringed at JBL's touch but he didn't struggle. He refused to give John any ammunition to use against him in front of his enemies.
"Oh?" Kurt asked.
"Yeah. You see thanks to my new employee here, I now have a 50/50 chance of facing that douche bag John Cena for the World Heavyweight Championship at the Rumble."
"Oh yeah. I saw that earlier," Glen replied. "We got here early so we could watch the show and man was it ever the show. Poor Rey Rey."
"Yeah I know," Adam grinned. "Bet he never saw that coming."
"Nope. But it was for his own good. His skinny ass should be competing in a division for midgets and not with grown men like myself." At this Shawn pushed away from John and just glared at him.
"He is not a midget John. He's a damn good wrestler who practically wrestled rainbows around you tonight." Ooops. He knew he shouldn't have said it but he couldn't help it. It was because of him that Rey was ready to kick his ass so it was hard to just sit there and listen to them talk about his friend like that. Plus, he told himself a while back that even though JBL practically owned him he would not turn him into some heartless bastard like himself. He would continue to speak up despite all the pain it caused him. He couldn't help it. All his life he stood up for what he believed in and never held his tongue. Why should he start now? It sounded good to him at first; that sudden burst of confidence but it would soon shatter to bits.
"You know Shawn, you're really working my nerves tonight," John groaned. He slammed his fist on the table causing Shawn to jump. The other guys just snickered for they were enjoying watching everyone's hero flinch.
"And you're working mine," Shawn muttered. JBL cast Shawn an angry glance before a smile crept up on his face. He slowly stood to his feet, took off his hat, and ran a hand through his hair.
"Shawn I…believe it or not, I was trying to be nice to you. I mean, I know you're probably still pissed about the whole Cena thing and I know how feisty you get when you're pissed. I was going to buy you a drink and discuss plans for the match next week but you had to be a smart ass and I HATE smart asses." He put his hat back on his head and started towards the door.
"Where…are you going?" Shawn questioned. As much as he hated JBL right now, he didn't want to be left alone with those three lunatics either. JBL was the lesser of three evils so being with his boss would have been way better than sitting with those three.
"I'm leaving for a while. You've pissed me off and I need to go cool off. If I stay, I might beat you to death and I can't do that this week. I need you at your best for next week's match." JBL suddenly stopped at the door. Shawn couldn't see it, but JBL was grinning from ear to ear. "Boys, do what you like with him. Make him serve you martinis or something, I don't care. You can do anything you want except touch him. Do not put your hands on him," he warned before exiting the room leaving a furious Shawn behind him.
x-x-x
"You can give without loving, but you cannot love without giving."---- Amy Carmichael
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Cena and Chris entered the bar and chose seats at a small booth not too far from the actual bar area. Chris left to get them some drinks and returned moments later with two cold beers.
"Thanks Chris," Cena mumbled.
"Don't mention it. So now that you've calmed down enough, do you think you can tell me what actually went down between you and JBL?" Cena took a big gulp of beer and sighed.
"I don't…want to talk about it."
"But we need to talk about it Cena. I don't like you and you don't like me but the one thing we have in common involves Shawn. We need to talk this out so that maybe we can get to the bottom of this JBL thing."
"Fine. What do you wanna know?"
"Well for starters I'd like to know everything that's happened between you and Shawn recently. I always knew you had a thing for him. When I watched the two of you wrestle on tv at home, I could see it in your eyes. But you said that you and Shawn were supposedly a couple…"
"Not at the time. You see, he was still in a relationship with Hunter but I could tell he wasn't very happy. There were times when we'd end up in awkward situations but they never really went too far. He wouldn't allow himself to be swept away."
"So you made your move ages ago?"
"Well…yeah but at the time I didn't understand that what I was feeling was love. When I finally got back a few weeks ago, I had made up my mind that I was going to try to be just friends with him. That was the plan until that bastard JBL confronted me in the hall," he spat.
"Why'd he do that?" Cena took another sip of his beer before scoffing.
"Stupid idiot was on some kick about making sure no one touched his precious Shawn," he mocked. "Threatened to kick my ass and anyone else's if they bothered him. I just looked at him like he was a damn fool."
"Yeah he uh…kind of cornered me about Shawn too. At the time, I thought it was just a joke you know. He had told me that he and Shawn were dating but I really didn't pay Layfield any attention because I just knew Shawn was probably still into you."
"Well I guess we were both wrong…no…that's not fair…DAMMIT!" Cena yelled. He slammed his beer bottle onto the table and sighed. "I'm sorry Chris. It's just I really don't get it."
"Well I did find it odd at first but I think there's more to it than that."
"What do you mean?"
"Just think about it. You remember a few weeks ago when Vince's company stock dropped 800 points?"
"Yeah."
"Well a few people got the news from Vince about some serious monetary issues. I'm not saying that Shawn was one of them but…with his current storyline and all…"
"Whoa whoa whoa! Time out." Cena leaned forward frowning. "You're not suggesting that the dumb ass storyline that he's got with JBL is also true in real life are you?"
"I did some serious thinking the other night and realized that it makes perfect sense. Why else would he be following behind Bradshaw unless he just HAD to do it? And according to you, Layfield's controlling him like a puppet. On screen he's doing the same thing which might explain why Shawn's playing his part so well. He's hurting for real and it's spilled out on screen." Both men were silent for several second until Cena chuckled.
"Damn Chris. I…You've got my head spinning with all your theories but I can't find a reason to argue against it. Shawn…but of all the people to work for…if he's desperate for money, why not go to Vince McMahon himself? It still makes no sense."
"Yeah I know. I've thought about that too and the only thing I can come up with is that maybe he didn't want to go to the boss for help. But…but there's something else John." Chris's expression suddenly turned grim which scared Cena a little.
"What else Chris?"
"I…I think Shawn's hiding something. He's hiding a lot of things from us and because it is his personal life, we can't really make him tell us anything but…for him to go to JBL might mean there's something he'd rather Vince not know about."
"But what…" Cena was cut off by the shadow of a figure looming over their table. He looked up to see JBL standing over them smiling. Cena started to stand but Chris shook his head.
"Don't give him the satisfaction."
"Fine." Cena plumped back down in his chair and just glared up at JBL. "So why the hell did you come over here? You know I can't stand you and if given the chance I'd break all your arms and fucking legs."
"Now, now Cena," he chuckled. JBL pulled a chair up and took a seat between them, though he made sure to sit closer to Chris. "I was just…in the neighborhood and spotted the two of you. Didn't want to be rude by not speaking."
"We prefer you to be rude. That way we don't have to acknowledge your existence whenever we uh…spot you in the neighborhood," Chris shot back.
"Oh come on Chris. I haven't done anything to you. I can understand Cena's hostility but why are you so angry at me? It's not like Shawn was yours…"
"Speaking of Shawn," Chris interrupted. "Where is he?"
"Oh he's hanging out with a couple of his friends," he said dismissively.
"Hunter?" Cena asked. JBL just laughed at him.
"Like I'd be stupid enough to leave him alone with an ex boyfriend. Naa…he's hanging out with a couple of carefully hand picked friends of mine."
"Like?"
"Glen, Adam, and uh…Kurt."
"Why you sanctimonious son of a bitch," Chris snapped. "Those guys hate Shawn! They'd rip him to shreds just for the hell of it and you know it!"
"Yeah well he should have thought about that before he snapped my head off."
"Sorry Chris. I'm kicking his ass now!" Cena lunged at JBL but the Texas Longhorn anticipated it by moving out of the way. Cena ran at John again only to have Chris block his path.
"DAMMIT CHRIS LET ME GO! I'LL KILL THAT SON OF A BITCH! HE LEFT SHAWN WITH THOSE CREEPS!"
"We're leaving Cena before you get us in trouble." Cena finally calmed down and stormed out of the bar past all the whispering drunks. Meanwhile Chris just stood there staring JBL down. He wasn't going to leave until he had said his piece.
"You know John I have a pretty good idea of what's really going on between you and Shawn."
"Oh do you?"
"Yeah I do. John's too blinded by his hatred of you to see what's really going on but I know Shawn and I know YOU. Shawn's taking money from you but what I can't figure out is why."
"If you're as smart as you say you are then you should know why," he challenged.
"Well my theory is that he's hiding something and whatever it is he figures you're the only one that can help him."
"That could be it," he shrugged. "But unless Shawn tells you then you'll never know. For all you know we're just a normal couple with normal problems."
"Normal to you maybe but it isn't normal when your boyfriend's terrified of you."
"So what if he's scared of me? He wouldn't have to be if he'd just do what I tell him to do."
"You know JBL, if Shawn's your boyfriend then that must mean you care about him."
"Huh? Care about him?"
"Yeah. I mean come on. Why else would you be with someone if you didn't really care for him?"
"Maybe we're together because we share similar interests that don't necessarily require us to actually 'care' for one another."
"I see. Well if that's the case then why not let him see other people?"
"Because he belongs to me," John growled. "I bought him which makes him my property."
"John…God John you are so thick! You know what? I really can't stand you but I've never really hated you like Cena. I always thought that you were just a cut throat business man who showed no remorse because he was happy. You have everything you could ever want so why not? Why not offer your services for the hell of it but now…"
"Now what Chris?"
"I think you're even more pathetic than Shawn could ever be."
"Chris listen to me…"
"No. YOU listen to ME John. You took something from me and Cena that we care about very much so no, we're not going to just let this go. Have you…have you any idea how it feels to be in love? Or how it feels to lose someone you care about?" JBL was suddenly silent staring down at the floor. "I didn't think so."
"OF COURSE I KNOW HOW IT FEELS DAMMIT!" John snapped. He was now staring at Chris with a disgusted yet dangerous look that could have scared anyone to death…anyone except Chris who was determined to get his point across.
"Horrible isn't it. It makes you so vulnerable. It opens your chest and it opens your heart and it means that someone can get inside you and mess you up. You build up all these defenses so that nothing can hurt you, then one stupid person, no different than any other stupid person wanders into your stupid life…You give them a piece of you. They didn't ask for it. They just did something dumb one day like smile at you and then BOOM! You're in love."(1)
"What are you getting at Chris? What's your point?"
"My point is that I love Shawn and so does Cena. Shawn showed the slightest bit of care or concern for us one day and now we're lovesick puppies. But in order for you to even begin understanding why we're so upset you'd have to know love. You'd have to have had your heart ripped to shreds to understand why we're so jealous of you right now."
"Well you can have him back when I'm done with him," he stated flatly. Chris just shook his head.
"A man like you could never understand but I have faith. Shawn's special. I used to be just like you until Shawn walked into my life. You don't realize the opportunity you have right now but you will," Chris said with a smile. "Funny thing is by the time you realize it, it will be too late. You'll have lost him due to your own selfish pride."
"ALRIGHT! THAT'S IT! I'VE HEARD ALL I CARE TO HEAR FROM YOU!" Chris threw his hands up and started backing away.
"I'm leaving. I've said my piece, but this isn't over John. Not by a long shot. I won't quit until I get to the bottom of this relationship and when I find out the truth, Shawn won't have a need for your services any longer." And with that Chris was heading out the door leaving an angry and confused JBL behind.
x-x-x
"I'd like to run away from you but if you didn't come and find me, I'd surely die…" ---Shirley Bassey
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"Well, well boys. What shall we do with Shawny boy here?" Adam asked. Glen and Kurt just laughed as they eyed the blue-eyed beauty mockingly.
"I don't know," Glen answered. "Not much we can do since John pretty much forbid us from touching him," he shrugged.
"Forbid us from touching him but didn't say anything about him touching us," Kurt said with a grin. The guys all looked towards Shawn and smiled.
"You know Kurt, you're absolutely right," Adam reasoned. They all looked at Shawn with a newfound interest which made him frown.
"I love how you're talking about me as if I wasn't in the room. And you can wipe those grins off of your faces because I am NOT going anywhere near any of you."
"Oh I beg to differ," Kurt challenged. "You see Shawn it's no secret that I hate your guts but it's nothing personal. It's more or less I hate you because you're always in the spotlight. When I worked for Vince, all he would talk about is his precious Shawn and how you set the bar for everything blah blah bullshit! I won two fucking gold medals and wrestled my ass off in the Olympics yet YOU'RE the one everyone talks about." Kurt let out a haughty laugh and then continued. "Other than that Shawn, I have nothing against you. You're beautiful and truth be told, I'd fuck the hell out of you if given the chance."
"Like hell you will!" Adam and Glen cast each other wary looks before reaching across the table, grabbing Shawn's shirt. They drug him over the table and onto the floor laughing as they did it.
"LET ME GO!"
"Oh no. You're about to make Kurt's dream come true," Adam sang. Glen and Adam pulled Shawn to his feet and slung him hard against the wall. Glen pinned Shawn's arms high above his head while Adam yanked his jogging pants down. Kurt stood behind Shawn eyeing his bottom like candy.
"You know Shawn, has anyone ever told you that you have a perfect ass?"
"Let…me…GO!"
"I don't think so," Kurt sang. He unzipped his jeans revealing his hard member. He stroked it a few times before he reached out pulling Shawn's hips toward him.
"No…Kurt please don't do this," Shawn begged but his begging was drowned out by laughter.
"Not doing all that smack talk now are you Shawn?" Glen asked.
Kurt suddenly entered him causing Shawn to scream with pain. Kurt had not prepared him or anything. He just entered him hard and fast, not caring if he was hurting Shawn or not. The blonde couldn't stop crying all the while pleading for Kurt to stop, but Kurt wasn't listening. If anything he would grip Shawn's hips tighter, thrusting harder and harder inside of him. Shawn felt like he was dying on the inside. His body hurt and he felt like he was going to hurl. To make matters worse, his whimpers from the pain were suddenly drowned out by a dick that was suddenly shoved in his mouth.
"Suck it Shawn!" Adam growled. Like he had much of a choice anyway. Shawn did his best to suck Adam considering his head was cocked at a weird angle. All of a sudden Adam grabbed his hair pulling it hard. Shawn tried to scream but the sound was muffled by Adam's cock.
"Oh fuck yes…" Adam moaned. Kurt suddenly turned Shawn around and Adam grabbed Shawn's head, forcing him to suck faster. Meanwhile, Kurt finally managed to cum all over him. He zipped up his pants and just stood by and watched as Glen forced Shawn to the ground so that he could cum all over him too.
"Oh…God Shawn…I'm going to…" Adam shoved his dick as far back into Shawn's mouth as he could and released. Shawn coughed and hacked, spitting up Adam's cum. Adam suddenly shoved Shawn away from him and just laughed.
"JBL hit gold when he bought you. You're the perfect little bitch whore," Adam laughed. Shawn just raised his head and glared at Adam, tears steadily streaming down his face. He was humiliated and he was hurting but what could he do about it. Kurt and the others just stood there laughing at him some more before they headed back to the table. They left Shawn in the middle of the floor, half naked and bleeding from Kurt's assault. Shawn somehow managed to pull his pants back up but he was hurting so bad that the pain kept him in the floor. Shawn curled himself into a ball and just cried. Minutes later the door opened up and in walked JBL. He seemed highly pissed off about something but that wasn't nothing new. He stopped suddenly when he spotted Shawn lying in the middle of the floor, curled into a ball. He raised an eyebrow half wondering what had happened until he noticed the smell. His eyes immediately rounded on the guys sitting at the table and he just glared.
"John! Where have you been all this time?" Adam asked.
"Yeah man. We got bored and…"
"Shut the hell up Glen. Now answer me this gentlemen. Can one of you has beens explain to me why my employee is lying in the middle of the floor like that? I would have guessed that it was your idea of fun except I get the feeling you guys failed to comprehend my warning." Adam and Glen cast each other nervous looks before Kurt finally spoke up.
"John, since when have you ever meant what you say? You tell us not to do stuff all the time but when we do it anyway, you always get a good laugh out of it." True. Very true and yet JBL couldn't help but feel a jealous rage coming on. He quickly crossed the room and kneeled down in front of the blonde. Shawn's eyes were beat red and he was still crying.
"Shawn? Shawn get up now. It's time to get home." Shawn slowly turned his head to stare at John and when he did, John was hit with a feeling of…remorse maybe? He wasn't sure. The only thing he was sure of was that he hated the way Shawn was looking at him. Like an infectious disease that wasn't fit to be around him. Shawn slowly sat up off the floor but when he tried to stand to his feet, pain shot through his lower back forcing him back to the floor. JBL's eyes rounded on the men at the table again and if looks could kill, they would be dead by now.
JBL reached out to touch Shawn but he drew back angrily. He cast JBL the dirtiest look he could muster but John ignored him. He grab Shawn's arm throwing it around his neck and he scooped Shawn into his arms so that he could carry him. Shawn buried his face in John's chest, not wanting to meet anyone's eyes. A warm feeling came over JBL but he brushed it aside, letting his anger consume him all over again. As he walked past his friends with his employee in his arms, he stopped momentary, letting his soft spoken words fill the awkward silence in the room.
"Gentlemen, if you ever put your hands on him again, I swear to God I'll kill you myself." That was all he said before carrying Shawn out of the bar for the night.
AN: Hope you enjoyed the chapter. Review if you want. I appreciate the love, the hate, and the down right silly fangirlism! Also, I am sorry that the chapter was so long. Been working on it for days and I really wanted to split it in half, but as you can see, I really couldn't do that. One last thing, I am making a new ShawnCena video. Woot! Woot! You know they had it coming after this past Monday night's match. Oh so HOT! You want the link when I'm done with it, let me know and I'll be glad to send it to you. A Mike Adamle fic will be written at some point. (Yes, I am still on that kick.) Review! It is currently 5am and I need sleep so buh bie!
(1) This number in parenthesis that you saw earlier in the chapter was put there because part of Chris Jericho's speech is actually a quote from Neil Gaiman, who happens to be an American novelist, journalist, and screenwriter. So credit to him for the wonderful quote. I thought it was something our beloved Chris would say.