Bautista hurried down the hall confidently, ready to start what he had by now named the Subspace Dump. He had done it to several men before, whom he had let top him before, all of whom were released or demoted later on. Jamie noble, Bo Jackson, Zack Ryder, Jeff hardy... these all suffered the subspace dump. Bautista would let the trained submissive bottom for the first time, quickly sending them into a skilled subspace, and keeping them suspended for the entire night, in Jeff's case for days, until their next scheduled match. they would inevitably be booked for a match against Bautista that night, and associate their feelings out of the ring with those within, and at a house show or pretaped match they would say something non-PG, or reach for Bautista's crotch unabashedly, every fiber of their being longing to experience that state of total submission. The network would then demote them for their behavior, and Bautista would claim they had made him ashamed of them. He pretended to be appalled, claiming their behavior was unprofessional and unforgivable, refusing to interact with them no matter their objections, leaving them to seek out that state desperately elsewhere. Christian would be another name added to a long list, as Baustista opened the hotel door with an evil grin.
Orton lay gasping and trembling in disbelief as Sheamus held him in his arms gently, thrusting lightly."F-F-F" "Fffu" was all Orton could bring himself to say as he was repeatedly interrupted by his own long explosive groans. He was building to his third climax of the night. He let out a soft high squeal as he reached back, gripping Sheamus's hips firmly as he climaxed. Sheamus ran his hands over Orton's spasming body in reverent amazement as he finally allowed himself to climax as well. He lay Orton down on his stomach, petting his shoulders and back softly as both fell to sleep.
The next night, in a house show in Gulfport, Mississippi, Christian stood in the ring, determined to keep his mind on the match. Bautista made it a point to pretend to lose focus as well, shaking his head rapidly as if trying to get himself in the game. The bell started, and for a while, Christian maintained focus. Baustista was surprised at his pet's control, and had half a mind to keep this pet if he could remain professional after being subspaced for so long. As he thought about how he would reward his pet for restraint, heading into the closing movements of the match, he had Christian on his knees as he stood before him preparing for a taunt. He had finally settled on his pet's reward and stepped up, grabbing Christian around the neck for a Baustista bomb, executing it perfectly, and getting the three count. He released the pin, standing to celebrate his victory before quickly leaving the ring. Christian had been the first to withstand the subspace dump, and had done so well, that now even though Baustista wanted to; he had no reason to punish Christian.
As soon as the two returned to their hotel room, Bautista snapped Christian's collar on, proclaiming, "You did so good, pet. Suck me now." Christian gladly unzipped Bautista's fly, pulling his pants open and engulfing Bautista's entire length in one motion, gargling and bobbing his head enthusiastically. For a moment, Baustista almost lost himself in the moment, but he pulled Christian into the bed, glad that he had purchased a tempur pedic for the night. He strapped Christian up by legs, surrounding him with as many toys as he had brought. Now for your reward. Pick your toys for when I return. While I am gone, you may play as you wish, my pet. "Christian's eyes lit up as he looked at all the toys, picking up a few and wordlessly thinking about what he wanted to do. Bautista scratched Christian behind the ears the way he knew he loved it. "Good Boy" he whispered as he left the room.