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Randy waited a few moments before he got off his bed & headed over towards the other body in the room. He was puzzled they were still covered...and seemingly asleep. He was told to give a special wake-up to them...but how if they were clothed? He moved to sit down on the bed next to them. He guessed if tired he would need to undress them for them. He tried to roll John onto his back. He normally stormy grey eyes once so full of life, just looked dull & lifeless...just a creature following orders to live.
John groaned faintly as he was rolled. It had grown quiet again...was he still on the road? He tried to speak to the driver, but only gibberish seemed to pass his lips. Why did he feel so damn disoriented? Randy cocked his head to the side hearing sounds come from the man's lips. Randy then focused back on his task, not wishing to displease or disobey his Master's orders. He had bared the wounds of disobedience too many times. He used his hands to begin working on John's belt.
John felt someone touching his belt and his eyes fluttered, wondering what was going on. "W-Whaaa..." He mumbled, still not moving. Randy stopped a moment and moved as if to look up at John, but then stopped. He wasn't allowed unless instructed to. He lowered his head back down & finished with the belt moving to open the cargoes John was nearly famous for. John's mind was filled with confusion as he felt his shorts being opened. What the hell was going on? He had been riding in a car on his way to an interview. Now he was laying down somewhere feeling himself being undressed by a silent...someone. Had he been kidnapped?
"N-No..." John tried to protest weakly, his hand raising a few inches from the bed before falling back down. His mind was on overdrive with panic but his body could barely move. Randy paused again hearing his Master's guest. Did he do something wrong? He debated stopping a moment, but then feared the sting of his Master or Mistress' anger more. He continued again trying to work the shorts down the semi-large frame of his Master's guest. He saw the red & black plaid boxers the man was wearing. Maybe he could get him to relax more if he just touched him first? Randy leaned his upper body slightly over John near his waist. Resting on his one hand as his other lightly brushed over the thin fabric, running it over John's lower stomach, upper legs & over his still softened cock.
John's body tensed as it felt the light, sensual touching. It felt good but scared him to wonder who was playing with him. He gave a small moan as he felt a hand brush over his cock, it twitching a little despite his fear. He tried to focus on opening his eyes to see who was with him but it seemed a difficult task. Randy felt a touch of what might be called pride when the larger man was reacting slightly to him. He leaned down to nuzzle his lips against the twitching flesh through the boxers. He then pulled back so he could begin to lower them down off his body. John's blue eyes fluttered more before they finally opened, the room seeming a little blurry as he tried to sit up to see who was undressing him. He only got his head up a few inches before falling back down on the bed. "W-Who...there?" He choked out.
Randy was unsure how to answer the man's question, was he even permitted to answer? Did his Master not tell the man he would be tending to him? Once John's lower body was stripped besides his shoes Randy climbed back on the bottom of the bed & slowly ran his tongue along the now twitching cock as it was slowly stirring with more life. John arched his back a little with a louder groan as he felt a wet tongue lick his cock. Even confused and afraid, the attention felt amazing and his body responded. The touch seemed gentle not brutal like a rapist's would be. "F-Fuck..." Randy took his hand to steady John's cock to swirl his tongue around the head before taking it between his lips & sucking lightly as he drew more of it between his lips.
John groaned, the sensations waking him further. He propped himself up slowly, jumping in shock as he thought he was seeing things. A man that looked like his best friend and new crush Randy Orton was sucking his hardening cock. The man's beard was shaggy and his hair unkempt and grown out. If not for the unique tattoos gracing his body the older man would never have recognized him. "R-Randy?" John reached down to touch the other man. "W-Where are we? My God...what happened to you?" Randy jumped faintly at the touch but other than that continued his task. His eyes lifted briefly up at John's face, but then lowered just as quickly out of fear. He had orders; the man was now awake, but he feared punishment if he did not bring pleasure.
John was now scared, his arousal fading when Randy had ignored him. The last time they had parted the younger man had been hesitant to kiss him. Now he was giving him a blowjob? He backed up on the bed, trying to pull his cock from Randy's mouth. "Randy...talk to me, Man. What happened? What you're doing feels good but you have to stop." When John pulled away Randy continued to look down, scared, almost trembling. He heard the man's words. What if he was lying though? Wh-what if he told Master he displeased him?
Even his own name sounded slightly foreign to him...a word from another life. He was his Master & Mistresses' toy. Their plaything for their own fun...or anyone else they seemed fit to share him with. John saw his friend's body language and moved to comfort him. He cupped the lowered face in his hands almost disgusted by the dried semen he saw coating the dark beard. His stomach began to turn as he gazed into the frightened, stormy eyes. "Randy...Baby...talk to me." He pleaded, too upset to even look around the dismal room. Randy looked briefly, but then tried to look down again despite John holding his jaw. Why did this man keep calling him that name? Why was he testing him? He was not permitted to speak way did he keep asking him to? His body trembled at John's touch.
John began trembling slightly himself when Randy still never answered him. He pulled Randy into a hug, holding him as tears burned in his blue eyes. Where were they? What had been done to Randy? Hunter was the only logical explanation. Somehow that SOB had gotten his hands on the man he loved and broken him. "It's over, Baby." John soothed, stroking Randy's head. "I won't let those monsters hurt you again. I swear it." Randy allowed himself to be moved by this man, but he felt confused, maybe slightly conflicted. Why if he was Master's guest did he care what Master did to him? Why did the man sound sad over what happened to him? What was he but his Master's toy?
John released Randy after a few minutes, looking around the room. The place seemed run down and deserted. He climbed from the bed and tried the door, finding it locked as expected. Next he began to work on the secured windows, desperate for a way out. "SOBs fucking drugged my water." He fumed as he pounded on the windows. "They'll fucking pay for doing this to you." Randy looked more & more puzzled at the man as he was nearly storming around the room. He made no attempt to move from the bed. If he was his Master's guest, why was he acting like he didn't wish to be there? His head stayed lowered as he finally spoke. "Ma...may I go...wash now?" His voice was almost a harsh whisper. He almost feared talking...but there was just something about this man, he prayed he would not tell his Master.
John stopped cold when he finally heard Randy's deep baritone. The question broke his heart. "Of course...Go wash, Randy. I'm not your boss." John spoke softly as he focused on the window. "I would help you...but, Baby, I've got to get us out of here fast." He guessed for some reason Randy is just what this man wished to call him. He moved from the bed & into the bathroom, which at this point had no door anymore. As for not being his boss...of course that was his Master & Mistress, but he was to obey guests orders when they were not there. He grabbed the cloth that was hanging up before moving into the shower turning the water on. The cold water barely registered to his mind any more as he attempted to wash himself.
John was torn between wanting to comfort Randy and getting them the hell out of there. He figured once they had escaped his friend could take all the showers he wanted. John redressed himself and looked at the windows. One of them was broken where Randy had attempted escape before being broken but the shutter kept them captive. "Son of a bitch!" John cursed before pulling the mattress off the bed. He took the bed frame apart, taking the hard, metal rod to begin striking the shutter that barred them from freedom.
Randy jumped hearing the loud sound from the other room. John had cracked through one of the slats letting more light in the room when the door opened. Hunter stood in the doorway, a gun in hand pointed at him. "I suggest you put that down John."
John glared at his ex-boss, his chest heaving as he slowly lowered the metal rod. "You sick son of a bitch." He seethed. "What the fuck have you been doing to him?"
"Nothing he hasn't allowed me to do for some time now." Hunter smirked. "Things that could have gone better if you hadn't stuck your nose in." Hunter glanced toward the open bathroom. "GET OUT HERE!" He bellowed. The water quickly shut off & Randy came from the bathroom the water still dripping from him. His head hung low feeling his Master's gaze on him. John felt dread knot in his stomach as he watched Randy as well as rage like he had never known.
"Leave him alone." John hissed at Hunter with narrowed eyes. "He's a person not a toy...and he doesn't belong to you."
"He is...and he does...or have you not noticed." Hunter told him. He looked at Randy literately snapping his fingers. "Come here." He pointed to the spot near his feet. Randy walked over his head lowered still. Despite being taller than Hunter Randy's body language made his seem so small. Randy was towards Hunter exposing his back to John, including the now healed over branding. "He will always belong to me...isn't that right?" Randy faintly nodded his reply.
John wanted to throw up as he saw the brand. His fists clenched in fury. "You bastard...there is NO way Randy is willingly submitting to you! You-You gave him something. Now you've kidnapped me to rub it in...You're in deep trouble. Wait until Vince finds out you have the two faces of his company."
Hunter laughed. "Who you think helped me? As for having two...only for a time...my toy here will be going back soon enough." Randy's eyes looked slightly fearful at those words. He was...going back somewhere else? His Master was sending him away? Had he done something wrong? He accidentally allowed a fearful almost whimper pass his lips. Hunter turned his focus away from John just a moment to look at Randy. "You ready to say something?" Randy's eyes got big shaking his head. "That's what I thought."
"Wait...you're sending Randy back and keeping me?" John asked in confusion as he watched Hunter. "Why? What use do I have? Let us both go, Hunter. You've had your fun. Enough is enough."
"In time he will go back...of course he will need to...adjust. As for you, you are staying. You think this is all about fun? You helped send Kane to jail...you tried to have me & Stephanie sent away. You think this is about fun?" Hunter voice raising in anger as he looked at John.
"What the hell?" John exploded his blue eyes on fire. "You think you can fucking keep me here forever...good luck trying." He tried to compose himself a little. "As for sending Kane to jail. It was nothing personal. I was only trying to help a friend in need who was being abused."
"Who said he wanted or needed your help John...he seems quite content where he is...He wants to stay don't you?" Hunter lightly patted Randy's head. "He doesn't want to leave his Master...but he will if he knows it makes me happy...won't you?" Randy slowly nodded. Hunter kept his focus on John. "Now I suggest you enjoy the time you have." Hunter laughed before patting Randy's shoulder. "Return to the bed my guest didn't destroy." Randy nodded as he walked away. "Behave John or you will see how DEAD serious I am." Hunter left the room locking the door again.
John let out a breath of helpless rage as his shoulders slumped. He looked at the cracked shutter, knowing a few more blows from him and they would be free. It taunted him because he dared not try and risk his or Randy's life after Hunter's warning. He walked over to sit next to Randy on the bed. Randy turned his head looking towards John but not up at him. If he was Master's guest why were they fighting? He heard Master was sending him away soon...but why? Did he displease him somehow? This man was staying? Was he somehow better...of course he was. He was nothing but a toy...he guessed a disposable toy his Master no longer wished for, but he would stay by him as long as his Master permitted him.
John could not bear the empty look in Randy's eyes. He looked away, wiping away the tears that threatened to fall. "I wanted to take you out to dinner...I wanted things to be different." His voice grew hoarse from emotion as he almost whispered. "I w-wanted to save you. I'm sorry, Randy. I'm so fucking sorry."
Randy cocked his head slightly. "Ta-take me...out?" He scratched his messy mop of hair. "To...di-dinner?"
"Yeah...after you got better. I kissed you and promised to take you out to dinner." John covered his face in his hands. "Instead I failed you. Let you walk away...right into those monster's clutches."
Randy tilted his head again feeling confused. "Failed...wh-why you say such thi-things...ca-calling my Master...Mo-monster." He lowered his head again. "I Fa-failed...he... he sending me away. I no longer please him." John felt lost as he heard his friend's shattered words. Poor Randy had been brainwashed by the sadistic Hunter.
"Randy it's a good thing he's letting you go. You can be free...I'll gladly take your place. I want to protect you from him."
"No...NO! I don't wa-want to leave...bu-but Master is making me..." Randy's eyes grew fearful. "Ho-how can I sh-show them I'm useful? Th-they want you...wh-what am I not doing right? Please...please tell me what I did wrong?"
John could no longer fight the tears. He laid down on his side on the bed, holding his arms open. "Come here." He whispered. "It will be alright. Get some rest with me. I'll show you how to please your Master later. We are both his toys now." It was the hardest words John had ever spoken. Randy lightly nodded as he moved to rest next to John. The sense of comfort John attempted to show him felt so foreign to him. Yet deep down it felt nice. John pulled Randy close, shocked by how much muscle mass the smaller man seemed to have lost. He felt almost frail being surrounded by John's large biceps. He rubbed Randy's back soothingly. Randy soon slipped into what to him seemed like an unnatural rest. It was a calming, peaceful sleep despite the images swirling in his head. Subconsciously he snuggled closer to John's warm body. John cried silent tears as Randy slept, the wet moisture dripping on Randy's shoulder. He could not believe that the thin, timid shell of a man he was holding had been the cocky, dominant Viper that had fucked him only months before. He didn't know how to reach the shattered man he loved. "I love you, Randy." He whispered, kissing the resting man's head.
Almost timidly Randy wrapped an arm around John's body burying his head into his chest taking in a comforting feeling from the scent of John. Somehow Randy's actions only broke John more. They showed how much his friend longed for comfort and security if only subconsciously. John closed his eyes as he basked in the feeling of closeness. "I'm going to get you out, Baby if it's the last thing I do." He vowed if only he could hear. He felt the man's back, taken back by how he could feel the protruding bones. "Has that SOB even been feeding you? I'll take you out and buy you the biggest steak I can find...hell, and a pizza with everything." Making the promises made the older man feel better even if they were only pipe dreams. "I'll give you a warm shower and the best fucking night of your life."
The talk even if not heard by the waking mind Randy's stomach growled at the sound of the decedent food. John heard the sound and chuckled, holding Randy close. "You like that huh? Well, you'll get that and more. You'll never have to feel scared or hungry again." He closed his own eyes, trying to rest and conserve his energy.