A/N: Only three reviews on that last chapter, guess ya'll didn't like it. Oop! Hopefully this makes up for it? Here's the next chapter! Enjoy

"Master?" I call out, hearing the hotel room door open; a few days later. "Johnny." He replies, and a wide smile comes to my face. I hear him cross the room, then feel his lips on mine. I lean into the kiss and his tongue snakes into my mouth, and my tongue battles with his for awhile till he pulls away.

"Have you been a good boy?" He asks. "Yes, Master." I answer. "What do good boys deserve?" He asks. "Good things." I answer. "Good boy," He whispers, then I hear shuffling around, "I've brought you a surprise." He says. "What is it?" I ask, excited. "I brought my bag of…torture with me." He gives an amused hum. "Bag of torture? That sounds fun. What's in it?" I ask. "That's a surprise. Sit down." He commands, and I lean back and fall on my ass, then criss-cross my legs.

"I haven't been giving you the pain you so desperately want lately, so that's why I have this," I feel something sat in my lap, "Use your sense of touch to go through the bag. Pick out some things you'd like to play with and for me to use on you. And don't just shove your hands in there, go carefully. You don't want to cut yourself on anything." He explains. "Thank you, Master!" I practically squeal. He gives an another amused hum, and I start feeling around the bag.

It's zipped, so I begin feeling around for the zipper. Once I find it, I get the back completely unzipped, then carefully place my hands inside, reaching for anything. Both hands finally touch something. My left hand is on something made of leather, my right hand touching something made of glass.

"What am I supposed to choose?" I ask, glancing upwards, assuming he's standing in front of me. "Whatever you feel in there that interests you." He answers, and I hear his voice comes from the side of me. I turn my head towards where his voice came from, then back towards my lap. "Just one thing?" I ask, looking back to the side of me. "Whatever you want, however many you want." He answers. "Yes, Master." I nod, then begin slowly feeling around for things.

I can feel that this bag is, like, ridiculously huge. There's tons of things in here. I finally find something that interests me, because I can't figure out what it is. It's long metal bar, there's a large metal circle attached to it as well. I want to know what it is, so I pull it out of the bag and sit it down next to me. I then return my hands to the bag. Eventually I feel some anal beads, and a smile comes to my face. I love these. I pull them out and sit them down as well. My next venture into the bag ends with me finding a flogger. I shake it towards him a bit, which gets him to chuckle, then I sit it down with my other stuff. "Last time." I say, then go back to searching the bag. As I search, I feel something prick my finger. Completey interested in what it could be, I pull it out and sit it down as well.

"That's all." I say. "You sure?" He asks. "Yes." I nod. "Alright." He replies, then I feel the bag being moved. I hear him zip it up, then him toss it somewhere in the room.

I place my hand next to my thigh and feel around for that metal bar. "What's this?" I ask, holding it up, and he takes it from me. "Stand up on the bed and I'll show you." He answers, and I quickly stand up. "Face the wall and grab the headboard." He commands, and I feel my way to the headboard, grab it, and bend over a bit.

I feel him climb on the bed as well, then suddenly his hand is on my ass. He grabs my left cheek, then runs his hand down my ass to my thigh. His hand kneads into my skin for a moment, till I feel something cool and metal around my right thigh. "This is a spreader bar. So now I can make sure you keep them spread while we play," He says as he fastens the spreader bar into place. I'm glad I chose the spreader bar. I've never used one before. Punk just always uses rope or handcuffs, "You have such large thighs." He says once the spreader bar is in place, running a hand along my left thigh as he licks at my right. "Thank you, Master?" I mumble, wondering if that's a compliment or just statement.

"So you liked my beads?" He asks. "Yes." I blush. "Good. I'm glad you chose something…insertable." He says. "I have a question." I say. "What?" He asks. "Did you use those on anyone else?" I ask. "No. Not at all. Anytime I use something on anyone, they either keep it or I throw it out, and then I buy another." He answers. "Can I keep mine?" I ask. "If you're a good boy." He whispers and I can feel his breath against my cheek, and I turn my head to face him, him leaning in and kissing my lips.

"Open your mouth." He commands, and I do as told. I feel the beads placed on my tongue, and I quickly close my mouth and begin sucking on them, getting them coated. I see he has a thing about no un-lubed penetration. Once they're fully wet, he pulls them from my mouth and moves around the bed and I feel him kneel behind where I'm bent over.

The first bead is pushed inside me, and I can feel that it was the biggest ball first. I groan out at the feeling, and the second ball is soon pushed in. "Are you okay?" He asks. "Yes, Master. Feels good." I answer. His reply is another bead being inserted. Soon all but the last bead is pushed in, and he stands. "Does that feel good?" He asks, and I bite my lip and nod in response as I grind a bit, getting the beads to move inside me. As I move, one finally brushes across my spot, getting me to moan out, and I hear him chuckle, but he's far from me now.

"You seemed to be quite excited about my flog." He says. "I am." I answer. "Good." He replies. "What was that sharp thing, Master?" I ask. "You'll find out once I'm done. Have I ever told you," He climbs back on the bed and grabs my ass, "that I love your ass? You have an absolutely perfect ass." He groans. "Thank you." I shake it against his hand. "It looks even better when it's bright red." He gives an evil hum. "I want you to make it red. I want to please you, Master." I say. "Don't worry. I will." He mumbles, more so to himself, as he kneels and begins kissing all over my backside. As he does, he grabs the end of the beads and begins moving it, moving the beads inside me. "Mmm, God." I moan out. This lasts only a few minutes before he stands back up.

"Ready?" He asks. "Yes, Master." I answer. I brace myself for the blow, but it doesn't come. He's still standing there, I know that for sure. I didn't feel him get off the bed, and I can hear him breathing.

Why isn't he doing anything? I stand waiting for a little longer, wondering if he hasn't started because I'm doing something wrong. What am I doing wrong?

A few moments later and I can't take it. "Mas—" Before I can get the word out, I feel the first blow land on my ass, making me scream out. The second blow comes right after, then the third, fourth, and fifth. He runs his hand over each ass cheek, then begins again. One…five…ten. My knuckles are turning white from how hard I'm gripping the headboard. Every time he hits me, my body flinches and that gets the beads inside me to move; that only adds to the reasons for my screams. His hand kneads my ass again, then the whippings return. One…seven…twelve…fifteen. "Mm, so red, Johnny." He purrs, and this time without the hand soothing me, the blows continue. One…five…thirteen…sixteen…twenty. On the twentieth hit, the beads hit my spot again, and my body shakes as I moan out. "God, Johnny." He whispers, running his hand over my ass. "D-Does it p-ple-please you?" I ask with a trembling voice, shaken up from the blows. "Very much so. Last time." He says, and I brace myself. The first hit is harder than all the others, and the third, the seventh, the tenth. "Fuck." He groans, and I hear him drop the flogger.

He kneals down behind me and begins pulling the beads out, making me moan. As soon as they're out, he pushes two fingers inside me, and I start to ride his fingers till I hear a slurping noise. I freeze my body, but he keeps pumping. I listen and confirm the slurping noises coming from him. He's sucking on the beads, the ones that just came out of me. That information goes straight to my already hard cock. He stands and suddenly I feel the beads at my lips. I quickly take them inside my mouth, and he grabs one of my hands and has me hold the beads.

Once I grab them, he kneels back down to continue fingering me as I slide the beads in and out of my mouth, sucking on them, faintly tasting myself and his tongue. He pushes his fingers in deeper, running against my spot continuously, and I moan out, my legs shaking from the pleasure. "M-Master, fuck!" I cry out, grinding my ass against his fingers, "Feels so good, Master. Fuck! I-I need to cum, Master." I announce.

At the release of that information, he pulls away from my hole and moves to in front of me, and I feel him take me into his mouth and curse in pleasure at his wet, warm cave surrounding my cock. He takes me down his throat, sucking hard, as he massages my balls. It's too much for me, and with a loud cry, accompanied by my body shaking, I cum, and he slides me even further down his throat and swallows my load.

Once empty, my legs give out from such force, and I collapse backwards on the bed. I feel the spreader unsnapped from my legs, then my body is immediately straddled and I can feel his breath against my face, "You taste so fucking sweet, Johnny." He whispers before practically shoving his tongue down my throat. I leave my hands at my side, but slide my tongue up next to his as he holds my face. Clearly a big, hot, red ass is what sets him off or something.

As we kiss, I suddenly feel something prickling my right side, and I pull away from his lips and gasp, trying to get away from it, but he holds me down with his body weight. "W-What is that?!" I ask. "You wanted to play with it, remember?" He asks. Oh. It's that thing that stabbed me. "What's it called?" I ask. "It's called a Wartenberg pinwheel. It's a pinwheel of spikes, and when you roll it across your lover's body, they can feel the tingling sensation against their skin." He explains.

My body goes rigid.

Across your lover's body.

Lover's body.

Lovers.

I know he was just giving the definition of it, but I still can't help but to take that straight to heart.

The pinwheel trails down my side and curves to my stomach. The prickly pinwheel travels down my V to my thigh. He trails it up and down my inner thigh, before trailing around the base of my cock to my left thigh, and doing it all over again. Once his exploration of my lower half ends, he trails the tool up my left side and begins rolling it over my left and right pecs, then to my neck. As he trails it over the left side of my neck, my jaw opens to intake more air, and my tongue slightly sticks out. I feel the metal move from my skin, and be placed on my tongue, and I smile at the feeling as it rolls over my tongue. I move my hand towards him, signaling I want to speak, and he pulls it away.

"Master?" I call out. "Yes?" He asks. "I want to bleed." I say softly, finally requesting one of my biggest fantasies from him. "...What?" He asks. "Please? I want you to make me bleed, Master." I repeat. "Bleed how?" He asks, and I can hear concern in his voice. "I don't know." I shrug. "Have you ever bled before?" He asks. "Yes." I nod. "How has someone made you bleed before?" He asks. "Anally, and by cutting. And by metal handcuffs too, but that wasn't intentional." I answer. "And was the anal intentional?" I hear a hint of horror in his voice. "Not at first, no. The cutting was though." I answer, and I feel him shake a bit, then there's silence as he moves off my body and off the bed. "Master?" I call out, rolling my head to the side. "Shh." He replies, and I soon hear him going through the bag. He gets whatever it is he wants, zips it up, and comes back to the bed, climbing back onto the bed and straddling me again.

"Stuck out your hand, open your palm, and don't move an inch." He commands, and I lift my hand towards his body and open it and I feel something metal touch my hand, "It's a blade, okay?" He says, and I pinch the sides, then pull away my hand, "Alright. What are you going to do?" I ask. "What do you want me to do?" He asks. "I don't know. Do whatever pleases you, Master." I answer, and he gives a thoughtful hum, then we sit in silence for a moment. "Where all have you been cut?" He suddenly asks. "Basically all over." I answer. "Your chest?" He asks. "Yes." I nod. "And if I was to carve in your skin?" He asks. "That's fine. I just want to bleed." I answer. "Then I'm going to carve your chest." He states. "Yes, Master." I reply, a small smile on my face, and I feel him shift to bend down closer to me. "I need you to breathe steadily, okay? I want you to immediately tell me to stop if you can't handle it. Don't just try to take the pain, John. I mean it." He warns. "I will, Master. I promise." I reply.

"Good. I'm going to begin. 1…2…3." He sounds off, then I feel the cool metal edge against my skin, my left pectoral. He drags the edge along my skin, enough force to tear the skin, but not enough to go past that layer. I close my eyes behind the mask and just feel the sharp pain in my chest. It's not a bad pain though. It's a comforting one. It's a beautiful burning, stinging sensation. He begins drawing or whatever on my chest, and after awhile I get curious. "Master?" I call out. "Yes?" He asks, not stopping. "What is it that you're carving?" I ask.

I've never been good at deciphering things like that. Saraya used to play this game with me, but with her finger. She'd trace a sweet or loving word against my back or thigh, and I'd have to guess the word. I've never, ever once guessed a word correctly, not even when it was my own initials.

"You'll see when you go home. It's just something special to me, and it's now on you." He answers, and I just nod. I don't question any further. If it's something special from him to me, I'll gladly wait till later. A few moments later and he finally lifts the blade, "Done." He says, and I smile up at him.

He kisses my lips, then trails all the way down to where he just cut me. I feel his tongue softly and slowly lick the blood that's leaking from the cuts, and I moan out at the feeling. As he licks, I feel his finger run up my chest, then be placed against my lips, and I suck his finger into my mouth, tasting my blood on his finger. He licks till I stop bleeding and my chest begins to heal and form the raised pattern of whatever he drew. "You taste delicious." He chuckles, then kisses my lips again.

He climbs off the bed and I can hear him drop the blade in the metal trash can. He climbs back in bed, but this time lays next to me. He pulls my head to his and we kiss again. His tongue slides against mine as his hand reaches up to run along the carving. We kiss till we have to come up for air, and even then he doesn't stop the gentle caress. I just face where he's laying as I pretend I'm staring at him. I place my mental image of him where he should be laying, then make up the hotel background from memory. For a moment I can pretend this stupid blindfold is off and he's busy caressing me, and I can pretend I'm laying in his embrace. A smile comes to my face at the thought, but I'm quickly torn from it when I hear him sigh.

"I need to be going." Master says as he shifts around in the bed again. "Do you have to?" I whine. "Yes. I have a client to get to." He replies, and I sigh. "Can I ask for one last thing before you go?" I ask, turning to look towards where I think his face is. "Fine. What?" He asks. "C-Can…Can I see you? Can I see y-your f-face?" I ask, scared of his reaction since he's very particular about the blindfold. "John…" Master sighs and I can hear the irritation in his voice. "Please? I've been such a good boy. I haven't done anything wrong. Just a peak? Please?" I beg, and I hear him hum in thought for a minute, then feel him shift in the bed again, his body leaving from where it's next to me.

"Good boys do deserve good things." He whispers and I can feel his breath on my face. "So I can?" I ask, reaching up to grab the blindfold, but he grabs my hand before I can touch it. "You may get a peak. Yes. But you have to wait till I say you can." Master commands. "When will that be, Master?" I ask. "First, your kiss." He says, and before he can kiss me, I speak up.

"So you really are leaving?" I ask, my face sagging. "I have a client to get to, Johnny. I can't be late. You'll see me again soon." He explains. "When?" I ask, anxious already. "Soon. I promise. I'll call you when I have time." He promises. "Yes, Master." I sigh. I feel his hand wrap around the back of my neck, and I lift my head and am met with his lips. My lips move against his and his tongue dips in to caress slowly against mine. He pulls away, and I feel him climb off the bed. I get up and move to sit near the head of the bed, then listen to the sounds made as he moves about the room, collecting his things.

"Master, I—" I guess he can sense me about to plead because he interrupts me, "Count to 20 and take off the mask." He instructs, then I hear his footsteps and the door. 1, 2, 3…10…18, 19, 20. I pull off the blindfold and look to the door to see him standing there. "Bye, Johnny." He quickly says, then shuts the door. "No, wait!" I yell, jumping off the bed.

I run over to the door and open it, but he's gone. I step out into the hallway, turning left and right, but he's nowhere to be found. He's gone. Realizing I'm still un-clothed, I quickly run back into the room before a guest leaves their room and sees me. "Where the fuck did he go?!" I yell out to no one in particular. Maybe to God. Not that he's going to answer me.

I run back over to the bed and climb under the covers, pulling them over my head to block out any light. I close my eyes tight and think back to what he looks like.

He's tall, very tall. He has a slender body but he's very muscular. There were tattoos going all over his arms like Punk has, but his weren't colorful. He has beautiful bronze skin to contrast the black ink. I think his eyes may have been blue, maybe grey. His hair is shaved short as I had already felt, and also as I had felt, he has a beard. All-in-all he looks like a Greek god.

Maybe if I would have pulled on my shorts and shirt immediately, I could have caught him in the elevator. Oh well. It's too late for that. He's probably long gone now. Off beating someone else. Someone that's not me. I sigh thinking of his hands on other people. I don't like that thought, so I quickly trail away from it, back to his face.

I wonder if he'll let me look next time. I wonder if he'll let me have our session sans blindfold next time. Hopefully he'll let me touch him as well. Now that I've seen him, I just want to touch every single place on him, memorize every detail of his body, and etch every cell of his being into my mind.

Speaking of details and my mind, my imagination did him no justice whatsoever on what he could look like.

Next Chapter:

"What the hell are you doing here so early?" Saraya asks after opening the front door. "I have to tell you what happened to me last night!" I answer. "At 9:30 in the morning?" She asks, yawning. "Be lucky I didn't come earlier. I was seriously debating it. You gonna let me in or not?" I ask. "Sure, sure, fine. But we're talking in bed." She says, moving aside so I can come in. "That's fine. I brought breakfast." I hold up the Subway bag. "You're so perfect." She shuts the door, then leads me to the back of her apartment, to the bedroom.

I get in bed, leaning against the headboard, where as she climbs back under the covers and sits against my body. I pull out our sandwiches and hand her hers, before unwrapping my own.

"So what happened last night that you couldn't wait for me to become conscious to tell me?" She asks. "Other than a ridiculously good beating, a miracle happened." I say. "What's the miracle? You two had sex?" She asks. "Oh my God, Saraya, stop asking me that! No, we did not have sex." I groan. "Isn't that the miracle you're waiting for though?" She asks. "First of all…yes. Second of all, it won't be a miracle. If we have sex, it will be a sign from God that the second coming is happening within the next 24-hours." I answer. "That deep, huh?" She asks, laughing. "Deeper than deep. You don't even understand." I shake my head and sigh.

"So what exactly happened then if you guys didn't fuck?" She asks. "Well the entire night he was basically giving me whatever I wanted…other than sex. So time came for him to leave, and I decided to push my luck. I…I asked him to see his face." I explain. She leans up and lays her hands against my chest, leaning against me with wide eyes, "No fucking way! Did you really get to see his face?!" She asks. "Yes, he let me see him!" I practically squeal. "Oh my fucking gosh! That's so damn exciting! Tell me everything! What'd he look like?" She asks, completely into this.

"Well first he got all his stuff together, then made me count. When I pulled off the mask, he was standing in the doorway. He said goodbye, then closed the door, so I only got to see him for like two seconds. But, oh my God, Saraya, he's beautiful. He's got this gorgeous bronze skin—" She cuts in, "He's black?" She asks. "No, he's not Black. Well…he could be mixed with Black, and White. Or he's White. Maybe Native American or something. I don't know, I didn't get that good of a look at him. Regardless, he's got this gorgeous bronze skin, and he's got tattoos all over his arms like Punk. His isn't in color though. He's really, really tall. He's pretty thin. He's bigger than Punk, but not by much. He's really freaking muscular though. He told me he works out a lot. He's got black or brown hair, and beard. He's got these piercing grey or blue eyes. Saraya, he looks like a freaking god." I explain. "He sounds like a fucking god! Jesus, John, I'm so jealous of you, dammit." She laughs. "I'm jealous of myself! My God! I just…oh my gosh, I can't believe he let me see him though." I drift back to the moment.

"What do you think this means for you guys?" She asks. "I believe…or at least I'm hoping that this will take he and I to another level. I really want that. I don't know what comes with that next level, but I want it desperately." I answer. "I really hope that works out for you, John. Dude seems to make you really happy. I've never seen you so happy, bright, and vibrant before you met him." She smiles. "Thank you. He makes me really happy. I'm really thankful you and Ash took me to that dungeon that night. You guys have really helped my life improve majorly." I lean over and kiss her forehead. "I'm really glad I can put some happiness in your life, John." She says, a soft smile on her face.

"Can I show you something?" I ask. "Sure, what?" She asks. "You can't get mad at all, okay?" I tell her. "I won't. Show me." She replies, and I sit down my sandwich and lift up my shirt and beater. "What is that?" She asks, reaching over and rubbing the cuts on my chest. "I asked him to make me bleed. He decided to carve me." I answer. "R-K-O. What does that mean?" She asks. "I don't know. He didn't tell me. I didn't actually even see what he carved till I got home, because of the blindfold. But he told me that it was something special to him that he was giving to me." I explain. "He carved it over your heart, John." She smiles up at me, and I blush at the realization, "He did." I say, letting my shirt back down.

"You have such a beautiful smile, John. I'm so glad he's made it a permanent fixture on your face." She pokes at my dimple. "Saraya, he's amazing. He's perfect. He's so mysterious and dangerous, but he's so warm and inviting. And the way he moves and does things. He's like an animal, he's like a snake." I say. "A snake?" She asks. "Yeah, a snake. He's like…like a Viper or something." I shrug. "A viper? That's really hot." She chuckles. "He's hot." I blush.

"I'm glad you're happy." She grabs my hand. "I'm glad I'm happy too." I reply.

"Can I share some of my own good news with you?" She asks. "Of course!" I answer. "Colby and I went on a date last night." She blushes. "Y-You and Colby? You went on…on a date?" I ask. "Yep." She replies. "How? Why?" I ask. "We were seated next to each other on the flight last night. We started catching up and stuff. When we touched down in Tampa, he asked me to have dinner with him and I accepted. I really enjoyed myself." She explains, a smile on her face the entire time. "Are you guys dating again?" I ask. "No, we're not dating or anything. It was just one date. Besides, we were never dating in the first place. We just slept together a few times, went out a few times. Maybe this time will be different though." She shrugs. "Oh…ok. Well I'm happy for you." I force a smile. "Thanks, John." She smiles back.

Our conversation is interrupted by her cellphone ringing. "Hello?...Hey…Nothing, why?...Sure, sounds good…When?...I don't know, hold on," She says into the phone, then turns to me, "Were you planning on spending the day together or anything?" She asks. "No, just sharing my news. You can make plans." I answer, and she nods and turns back to the phone, "That works for me…Awesome…I can pick you up since it's on the way…Yeah, no problem…Alright, cool…I'll call when I'm on the way…Alright, bye." She hangs up.

"I'm going shopping for new ring gear with Ivelisse, then we're going to hit the gym." She explains. "Oh, that sounds fun. You girls have fun. I'll go ahead and leave so you can get ready." I reply. "Alright. And thanks for the breakfast, babe. I'll probably come by tonight with dinner and some movies." She explains as we climb out of bed. "Sounds good to me. I'll see my way out." I say. "Kay, see you later, love." She comes over and kisses me. "Have fun. Bye." I nod to her, then quickly leave the apartment. I head down the stairs and out to my car.

Once I'm in, I pull out my phone and scroll through my contacts, searching. Paul Levesque. I hit call. "Yeah, hey, it's John…I need a favor…Seth Rollins' push. I need it cancelled…personal problems…how about taking him off the road and sending him back to FCW? He needs to learn a lesson…great, looks like I'll be returning sooner than I thought than…you enjoy the rest of your day too…bye."

There's nothing wrong with a little bribe, right?

A/N: 3 things. 1). That Wartenberg pinwheel, for those of you familiar with it, I know that's not how it's used/what it's used for. It was attached to the other stuff. John will find out just how it's really used in a later chapter. Foreshadowing! ;). 2). This story was written before Paige and Seth were called up, and before new NXT even existed. (Forever ago, I know.) So it'd be plausible John gets Seth demoted. Also, seems like the jealousy is coming from both ends if John's getting Paige's new boy toy sent packing, huh? 3). HE FUCKING SAW RANDY! EXCUSE ME! HE SAW RANDY! RANDY LET HIM SEE HIM! LET ME REPEAT, JOHN HAS SEEN WHAT RANDY LOOKS LIKE! OH, ALSO, HE CARVED HIS INITIALS OVER HIS HEART, HELLO! SHIT JUST GOT REAL! Not to repeat John, but, I wonder if Randy will let John look next time, if he gets to permanently take off the blindfold, or maybe even touch him back! Also, does this mean Randy's taking them to the next level? ;). Please leave reviews with your thoughts/guesses/etc! Hope you enjoyed! Thanks for reading :)