Randy was sitting on a bench looking as John came out. He stood up, smoothing his shirt. "Ready?"
"Yep." John nodded and the two guys walked to the car. "You want to drive my baby or just tell me where to go?"
"Well, if you are actually giving me permission." Randy smiled.
"Sure. You know I trust you to drive her." John handed Randy the keys before walking to the passenger's side of the vehicle.
Randy smiled as he took the keys and got in the driver's seat. Once they were buckled he started the car and they took off. John shifted to get comfortable in his seat and then looked out the open window. The evening air was cooler but still muggy. "That was nice, Daddy."
"Glad you had fun. Hopefully not our last." Randy replied.
"Of course it won't be. We have time together, Daddy. Hopefully years ahead of us. We're both young and healthy." John didn't say it but the thought crossed his mind that he had thought the same thing about him and his Master. That the three men would grow old together, maybe all come out as a threesome after they retired.
It was about an hour drive before Randy pulled into the lot of a nice Italian restaurant. John had looked thoughtful and he glanced over at Randy as they parked. "Is something wrong, Daddy? You seemed...off in the changing room. At first I thought maybe it was because we were out in public but you offered sex if I wanted it...did I upset you joking with the ladies?"
"No...it was fine, Baby. I think I just worried being overheard." John nodded, looking a little unsure as he got out of the car so they could walk inside.
Reaching the front Randy walked over to the hostess, exchanging a few words before they were escorted to a small table near the back of the restaurant. They were both handed menus before she left. John looked over the menu, trying to decide what looked good to him. "Looks like a nice place." He commented.
"I heard nice things about it. Like they make their pasta in house, same thing with most of their sauces." Randy told him.
John's eyes scanned the menu. "The veal piccata looks good. Think I'll try that with a nice wine."
"I was thinking the chicken carbonara." Randy replied back.
"Sounds good. White wine goes well with both dishes." John commented. It felt so different being on an actual date with Randy.
"Okay, Johnny I'll let you handle the wine selection." Randy told him before the waiter came to take their order.
John ordered a crisp white wine, veal piccata, and a salad with house made dressing for himself when the waiter was ready. Randy placed his order of the chicken carbonara and the salad as well. The waiter thanked them before walking off. John leaned back to get comfortable as he took in the perfect lighting and peaceful atmosphere. "Hell, I think this is the nicest place I've ever been on a date."
"Well I try, Baby. I guess I'm still trying to figure how to act in public at times." Randy admitted.
"It's fine, Ran. There's no pressure." John assured him. "I just enjoy getting to spend time with you. Our lives are so busy sometimes it is few and far between."
"But it is the lives we choose to live and without it we wouldn't have each other." Randy replied.
"I'm not complaining. I wouldn't trade wrestling for anything. Just stating the truth." John answered. "By the way Finn invited you to join us tomorrow night...if you want to watch." He said in a softer tone, leaving out the title Sir. "I asked him if we could."
"Um, okay. I'll try to remember what he said." Randy told him.
"What he said?" John asked as he took a sip of water.
"About observing, but not interfering."
"Oh yeah...he doesn't play around when he's working. You can tell he enjoys it a lot but he also takes it seriously." John told the younger man.
"As long as you enjoy it too. That's what I need to remember is you enjoy what is happening." Randy sighed.
"I really do, Ran. I ask for those times even when he gives me the night off." John assured him in a quiet tone. "Believe me nothing ever happens that I don't want. Sometimes it's like we feed off each other's interests."
"And I will go my best to remember that." Randy told John before the waiter returned with the salads and the wine. He poured a glass for each man before setting the bottle near by. John thanked him and then waited for Randy to begin eating after they were alone. It had been almost programmed in him the days he had spent eating with his Dom.
"Everything okay, BB?" Randy asked when he saw John sitting there.
"Yeah. Just waiting on you to start." John explained like it was normal for him.
"Ah...okay. That's sweet." Randy told him before taking the first forkful. John began to eat after Randy did. The salad dressing was a vinaigrette and had a good flavor. He shifted, feeling the plug in his ass as he tried to concentrate on dinner but the inner struggle to not get aroused was clear on his face. "Getting used to the addition, BB?" Randy asked as he looked over.
John nodded with a slight pant. It was truly the kinkiest thing he had ever done and that was saying something. Sitting in an expensive restaurant with his boyfriend with a plug in in his ass, trying to act normal and not moan was truly something to remember. "What if I wanted you to wear it in the ring?"John looked surprised at Randy.
It was a very dominant thing for the younger man to ask. The thought of it turned him on. "Then I would do it...for you."
"You never know." Randy chuckled before sipping his wine.
"Sweets actually talked of doing it a few times but then he never did." John told him as he ate the salad. "I told him about that time you sent me to an interview. He said he was sorry he had not thought of it first."
Randy gave a faint laugh at the memory. "That was fun. TV or a pay per view may be a bit much. Maybe a smaller house show?"
John nodded, remembering the conversation with his Master. Sometimes he wanted Sheamus back so bad it physically hurt his heart. "Sounds fun...he had the same idea...thought the idea of me struggling with my self control would be fun."
"Then think the fun back at the hotel...if we made it that far." Randy smirked then his eyes shifted, seeing the waiter coming with their main dishes.
John wisely did not reply as the waiter sat their food down. They thanked him before starting to eat. The veal was delicious and John enjoyed every bite although his body was feeling heated from the stimulation of the toy. Randy couldn't help stealing glances at John as he broke the yoke of the egg and stirred his dish to take the first few bites.
John took a bite of the veal and capers, moving slightly to adjust himself as he tried not to moan. "Let me guess...no dessert?" Randy chuckled.
"M-Maybe take it to go if you want one?" John asked with a slight shaky breath then felt bad. He remembered what Finn had been trying to teach him about putting others first. "Sorry, Ran. I'm spoiling your dinner. Of course we can have dessert. I'm fine."
"I'm messing, Baby...you know the dessert I like." Rand smirked. "I nice creamy eclair."
"Well, I'd like a banana right about now." John chuckled quietly since they were using innuendos. "Shoved somewhere where the sun doesn't shine."
"Well let's get through the meal first, Baby."
John nodded. "Sure." He tried to eat quickly but did not want to ruin their romantic night out.
"Slow down or you'll choke. That's suppose to be me later." Randy chuckled. Seeing the waiter he flagged him over for the check.
John was ashamed at his lack of self control. Here his boyfriend was trying to be sweet and he was rushing them. He thought he had matured more than that. "I'm sorry, Ran." He said seriously.
"It's fine, Johnny." Randy told John as the waiter returned with the check. Randy requested the rest of the food get boxed up to go.
"No it's not." John said once they were alone. "You were trying to take me somewhere nice and I'm ruining our night. That was selfish of me."
"You are not ruining it. I could have said something about it not being a good idea, but I didn't." Randy insisted.
"But I should be able to control my reaction." John almost whispered. "I've had training."
"Stop." Randy told him simply. "You're being too hard on yourself."
John nodded, his eyes lowering slightly. "Okay."
The waiter returned with the food and Randy paid the bill including a generous tip. The men got up and headed for the car. John walked to the car and got into the passenger's side with a soft grunt as he buckled himself in for the ride home. Randy started the car the began to drive. They were maybe fifteen minutes into the drive when he headed off the highway. He pulled into a small motel. He parked and looked at John. "Stay."
"Yes, Daddy." John said, looking confused.
Randy headed inside to come back a few minutes later. "Follow me." He told John. John got out and followed the younger man. He knew better than to question Randy when he acted dominant like this. Randy led John around the side and back a few rooms then unlocking the door to let John enter.
John looked around the seedy motel. "Damn, haven't been somewhere like this in years. I take it this wasn't planned?"
"Nope." Randy told John as he shut the door. "But better then plan A." He walked over, slapping John's ass jarring the plug. "Now strip."
John groaned at the slap but moved to begin removing his shirt. "Plan A?"
"Yeah, dragging your ass to the men's room." Randy replied as he kicked off his shoes. "But I didn't want to risk a PR nightmare for Hunter." He slightly laughed.
John gave a pant at the thought as he kicked off his shoes and lowered his dress pants and underwear. "Damn...yeah you were worried we'd be heard at the beach anyway."
"Yep...but it was hard to miss how worked up you were, Baby. Just couldn't wait the hour." Randy licked his lips before moving to remove the rest of his clothing.
"I'm sorry, Daddy. I used to have better control. I guess I forgot my training." John apologized as he stood naked other than his necklace.
"Did I say you didn't anything wrong?" Randy asked as he moved to the bathroom.
"No." John watched Randy, wondering where the younger man was going.
"Then don't apologize." Randy replied as he came back out. A towel in hand his cock was already showing signs of his own arousal. "Now...turn to the bed. Bend over and spread them."
"Yes, Daddy." John's cock was already almost fully hard as he moved to the bed and bent over as ordered. It always made him so hot when Randy got dominate like this. He spread his legs to give himself a firmer base.
Randy moved over taking a grip of the protruding base of the plug. "Breath for me, Baby Boy." John took a deep breath to relax his body. He was so heated he could hardly think straight. Randy wiggled the plug to work it loose. He looked it over before using the towel to wipe it down. A smirk brushed his lips. "Very good Baby. Now remember how I covered your mouth last time?"
"Yes. I asked you to." John answered immediately.
"Well, I have something else in mind today." Randy moved up behind John as he brought the wiped plug around him. "Consider it a big, fat pacifier."
John looked at the plug and gave a heated shudder. "Fuck, Daddy. I'd have to suck on it to keep it from falling out."
"Well, wrap your lips over it to hold the stem like your ass did." Randy grinded his hips against John's back side letting him feel how heated he was. "Come on, Baby...be a good lil slut and open up for me." John gave a moan as he felt Randy's excitement and heard the degrading words. He enjoyed being Randy's beloved Baby but during sex words like bitch and slut got him so heated. He opened his mouth so his Daddy could insert the used plug. Randy saw John's jaw move. "That's a good slut." He moved the plug to work it between John's parted lips. "Now hold it nice and good while I fill something else up."
John's cock was already leaking precum as he moaned around the silicone plug. It seemed like he had been aroused for so long. Randy removed his hand so he could position himself so he could push his hardened member into John's already stretched hole. "Mmm fuck, Baby you're hot." John kind of missed the stinging burn from being entered without stretching but he was so heated he just wanted to be fucked hard. Needy whines came from him as he ground his ass against Randy. Randy slapped near John's hip. "Talk about a bitch in heat. Down, Boy."
John moaned at the slap. In his heated state it felt like heaven. He forced himself to calm a little though at the reprimand. "Good, Boy." Randy stated before moving his hands to John's shoulders gripping them before he started moving his hips. "Mmmm yeah that's good." Randy was moving almost teasingly slow as if he knew how much he was tormenting his boyfriend. John gave a muffled groan of pure sexual frustration, fighting the urge to fuck himself on Randy's cock. Randy removed one hand to slap John's hip again before giving a particularly hard thrust.
John's eyes widened in surprise at the pleasure that went through him at the thrust and stinging pain from the slap. Tasting the dirty silicone plug in his mouth only made him more excited as he moaned. "Like that?" Randy asked as he pulled back and thrusted had again. "Being screwed like a filthy slut? Standing there taking it hard and raw?" He repeated his actions over and over with deep moans, moving his hand back to John's shoulder to grip them both for leverage.
Randy did not realize how much he sold himself short when it came to John. When he acted this way there was no one in the world who got the older man hotter. John was glad he was muffled with the plug as he was free to moan his heart out without fear of being heard. He wanted Randy to know how excited he got him. "Mmm yeah, you do...I can tell." Randy moaned out. "Yo-you want to know what I have planned when I'm done with you?"
John nodded his head yes with a moan, his blue eyes glazed with the lust he was feeling. "Mmm" Randy moaned out. "Well...after you...mmm are pumped full by me...mmm fuck, Baby...I'm going to take that plug.. and put it back in...make you ride home...like that." John felt his body tremble, the words alone almost pushing him to the brink of his orgasm. His inner muscles tightened around Randy's cock as his chest heaved.
"Mmm, fuck...you like being a dirty bitch don't you." Randy stated more than asked. "My cum filling you up inside, held by that plug has you all worked up." Randy moaned out again. "Fuck, yeah keep like that and you may get it soon." John's cock throbbed between his legs and he knew there was no way he could hold off much longer. Sure enough a few minutes later his climax hit strong and hard, his eyes almost rolling as thick streams of cum shot from his pulsing cock.
"Oh, fuck yeah...stay like that, Baby." Randy cried out as he moved faster with deep heated grunts. John tried to keep his muscles clenched as his body felt almost limp after his powerful release. "Mmm yeah, right there...Ohhh, fuck…" Randy moaned before driving deep to fill John as promised. Staying in place he reached one hand toward John's mouth. "Open, Baby Boy." John opened his mouth so Randy could remove the plug.
Randy carefully pulled it loose. "How was that, BB?"
"Fuck, Daddy...it was perfect. Like a fucking wet dream." John panted with a dreamy smile. "You sure know how to show a guy a good time."
Randy laughed. "Ready for the crowning touch?"
"Hell yeah. Plug me up, Daddy." John grinned. "The only thing better than being your bitch is being your dirty slut."
Randy laughed slightly as he pulled out and wasted little time replacing his spent cock with the plug now slick from John's mouth. John stood on wobbly legs and pulled Randy to him for a sloppy, hungry kiss. He poured all his love and passion into it so his Daddy would never have self doubt again. Randy almost laughed as John let him go. "I take that as it was enjoyable."
"Fuck yes. You are amazing, Daddy." John groaned, his eyes slightly glazed. "Feel so full."
"Um...nap in here or dress and get our asses home?" Randy asked.
John looked around the dingy room. "Let's just go home, Daddy."
"Good choice." Randy commented as he moved for his discarded clothing.
John wrinkled his nose at the cum panting his stomach. "Think I should wipe off?"
"Quickly I guess...we can take showers at the house." Randy commented, unsure how much he trusted the place once he looked around more.
John walked into the bathroom, wrinkling his nose as he quickly washed his cock and stomach. "Fuck, there's mold in here. Talk about your seedy hotels."
"Would have made a good hooker role play." Randy laughed out loud.
"We haven't done one of those in awhile." John commented as he walked out of the bathroom to redress. "I told Sir Finn about our role play room but he seemed uninterested. I guess that's something reserved just for me and you."
"That's fine, Baby...he has his fun times and I can get mine." Randy smirked. He finished dressing. "Now get finished so we can blow this place." He looked around. "Must of know it was bad when I saw they take cash."
John hurried to put on his clothes. "Oh, well. It was still fun. Best day I can remember in a long time."
"Really?" Randy sounded shocked.
"Of course. Day at the beach with my boyfriend followed by a nice dinner and a good round of hot sex..." John looked at Randy as he fastened his pants. "You sound surprised."
"Maybe a little, Baby." Randy replied.
"Why? Don't you think I like being with you?" John sat to put on his shoes. "Ran, before I ever fell for Sweets I've always wanted you. As a matter of fact he got pissed at me because he heard me crying out your name while I was jerking off and he was your boyfriend. You're everything to me. Spending time with you makes me happy."
"I'm glad, Baby. I really am." Randy's eyes almost looked misty.
John gave Randy a hug, groaning as the plug stimulated him even after he was spent. "Let's get out of here."
"Okay, Baby." Randy headed for the car with John. He went back to the office to pay the bill then headed back for the highway.
John shifted a few times on the drive home. "Fuck...never thought about how sensitive I'd be to stimulation now. I can't believe I'm getting hard again."
"Good because I still want dessert." Randy smirked from the driver's seat.
"You trying to kill me?" John moaned as his cock twitched.
"Awe, you complaining?"
"No...fuck, no." John groaned as he reached to give his hardening cock a squeeze through his pants.
"I didn't think you would." Randy joked.
"I think it's safe to say our sex drives are back." John chuckled. "Sweets is probably shaking his head at us."
"I'm sure he prefers this then us moping."
"Yeah...you're right." John was quiet awhile until a soft moan left him in the dark car as he shifted. "Fuck...every bump sends a jolt to my prostate."
"Should I try to hit more?" Randy snickered.
"You do you won't get your dessert." John shot back. "I'll cum right in my pants."
"Fuck, so tempting to see that." Randy joked. "I'll try to be more careful." John chuckled. The ride for him seemed so long. How could he be this hard when he just got off at the hotel?