(This will be the final weekly update. Hope you all enjoy.) Rose and Jade
When John woke the next morning he was alone in the room. No sign of Taker or Randy. He was a little disappointed neither man was there as Randy had come back early last time. He figured Taker went home to be with his wife and Randy had slept in with Wade. He moved to the bathroom to relieve himself and take a warm shower before dressing for the day. As John moved through the lobby of the hotel to head out to clear his head, he spotted Wade in the hotel restaurant. He was sitting alone. John looked confused as he assumed Randy would be having breakfast with Wade unless he had an early appointment. He walked up to casually speak to the Englishman. "Morning to you, Wade."
Wade looked up from his coffee, setting it down. "Morning, John." He greeted him back. "Enjoy your evening in?"
"Yeah...it was okay." John tried to offer a dimpled smile. "Randy have to take off to work early?"
Wade shrugged before sipping his coffee. "I thought he said he was off today...he was gone when I got up. I thought he had returned to your room.
"Man, you gotta be joking me." Heath Slater was heard exclaiming a few tables over, talking to R-Truth, "Let me see that shit." He went to grab for the paper.
"Hey, this is mine. Go get your own." Truth told him, moving it away. Wade pursed his lips, looking annoyed.
John chuckled at the guys' antics. "Hey, Guys." He looked down at Wade. "Nope. I never saw Ran at all."
"Strange." Wade replied. "Then maybe he had a sudden meeting."
"Hey, John. Help me out here!" Heath exclaimed. "Truth said there was a report of a mummy found near here."
"There is...It's right here." Truth told him, hitting the paper.
"Then let me see." Heath told him.
"Don'tcha believe me, Dog?"Truth asked loudly.
Heath looked with a chuckle. "That is a bit far fetched...next you'll be telling me there are zombies walking the hallways."
"A mummy in Texas?" John looked lost as he looked at the men. "Where did you hear about that, Truth?"
"Isn't anyone hearing me...It's in the paper." Truth replied with a sigh, "Fine, fine...Don't get your grubby mitts on my paper...look." He folded it, showing Heath finally. The redhead looked the report over and went to take it for a closer look and Truth pulled it back. "I said no touching."
"Fuck, Man. It's not made out of gold." Heath told him.
"Ya know they have the bloody things at the front desk...just get our arse up and get one before ya twits disrupt the whole place." Wade shot at Heath.
Now John was a little curious. "Mind if I take a look at that, Man?" He asked Truth, walking over. Truth looked unsure, wondering if John was going to try to be a paper thief like Heath. He turned the article toward John. There was a photo of a man with a shriveled face and what could be seen of his body in the photo. The clothing in the photo looked like a common t-shirt. It was discovered in an alleyway by the morning crew of a local restaurant.
"Damn, that's odd." John exclaimed. "Thanks, Truth." He walked back over to Wade. "Guess I'll head to my appointment. Catch you later."
"Okay. See ya later, John." Wade replied.
Truth looked at Heath. "See? He didn't need to take it from me. Maybe you just need glasses."
"Whatever, Man." Heath dismissed the whole thing to go back to eating.
John chuckled as he left for the radio interview. He had several media appearances so the day seemed to pass quickly. He drove back to his hotel suite in the evening so he could get ready for dinner at Taker's and hopefully find Randy. To John's dismay there was still no sign of Randy. "What the...He knew we had plans." He said to himself. After John was dressed he made the walk to Wade's room, knocking on the door.
Wade opened the door, looking at John. "What is it, John?" He asked.
"I'm a little worried. Still no sign of Randy and he knew we had plans at Taker's for dinner." John told the Englishman. "Can you...sense him?"
"Ya think I'm a bloodhound?" Wade asked as he moved back. "Come on in." He sighed as he moved away from the door to go sit.
"I'm sorry. I don't mean to sound rude. I'm just concerned." John told him. "I sent him a text before I got dressed and still nothing. We're supposed to be at Taker's for dinner in less than an hour. Ran told me he was free tonight."
"Well, that answered my question of trying to call him." Wade commented. "Let me see what I can do." Wade closed his eyes trying to focus. "Now I don't know how far the range goes between us."
John took a seat and quietly waited as he watched Wade. Wade tried to focus for a few minutes, shaking his head. "He's not in range I see. If he shows up here I will make sure he calls you...or I will."
"Thanks." John tried not to sigh as he walked back to his own suite. He sent Taker a text. #I apologize if Ran and I are late for dinner. He never showed up and he's not answering his phone. I haven't seen him since last night.# He tried not to worry too much, hoping Randy got called for a last minute meeting.
#He was last with Wade? I hope nothing is wrong.# Taker replied a moment later.
#I went to see Wade. He said Randy was gone when he woke up this morning and he'll let me know if he sees him.# John sent the reply.
#So you plan to wait? What if he doesn't show?# Taker replied back as he excused himself from a TV show he was watching with the family and moving to his office.
# have no idea what to do. What if I take off to your place and he shows up here? We were supposed to ride together.# John was feeling more upset by the moment.
#We talked last night. If you wish to cancel because you are worried I understand. I don't have the same connection Wade does, but do you wish me to see what I can do to find him?#
#Please. Anything. I'm getting worried. Ran always answers his phone.# John was thankful he was alone so no one would see how upset he felt.
#Just breathe. Give me about 30 to see if I can find anything.# Taker replied as if reading John, not that it was hard in such a situation.
#Okay. Thanks.# John sent the final text and leaned back in the chair, closing his eyes. He had no idea what was going on. Randy must have made his appointments or Hunter would have called him since he knew they roomed together.
It was only about fifteen minutes before John's phone went off. #Have him. Head this way.# The message was from Taker. A moment later a second message came through. #Bring him a change of clothing.#
#Will do.# John was both happy Randy was found and worried about him. He hurried to pack Randy a set of clean clothing and then made the ride out to Taker's place. It was getting dark when he pulled up in front of the main house and walked to knock on the door.
Michelle opened the door, looking. "Oh...I guess he forgot to tell you to meet him at the guest house. He took dinner over there for you guys."
John gave the woman a smile. "Thanks. I appreciate it." He hopped back in the car and made his way to the guest house. He reached it in only a few minutes and parked. John took the bag with Randy's clothing and walked to knock on the door.
Taker opened the door to greet John. "Hope your ride was okay."
"Yeah, it was. He okay?" John asked bluntly. He did not have time for small talk. He wanted to know if Randy was okay.
"He's resting right now. Something set him off last night or this morning." Taker told John.
John walked inside the house as Taker let him pass. "What do you mean by set him off?"
Taker shook his head. "I don't know for sure..I just know it caused him to be drawn back to his...birthplace. He was down in my catacombs again."
John was lost. "What the fuck? He was fine last night...he went to spend time with Wade. Wade said Ran was gone when he woke up."
"I don't know. Normally, it is a sense of grounding to return to the place of joining." Taker told him. "Hopefully, he will be awake soon. Maybe he will remember what happened." Taker moved to turn the TV on.
"Can I see him?" John asked.
"Maybe I should go with you...I don't know how he will react when he wakes up." Taker told him. He went to shut the TV off when he saw the report of the strange body on the news. "What the?" His brow knitted. "John, how far is that from your hotel?"
John moved to look. "I saw that in the paper. They found a mummy a mile or so from the hotel."
"Mummy is a loose term. Dehydrated is more like it." Taker told John. "They say police have been questioning a woman that reported it." Taker shut off the TV. "Yeah, I'll go up with you." John followed Taker to the room where Randy rested. Randy rested in the bed, the blanket pulled up under his chin. His color looked good. Taker moved to look closely as if studying something about the younger man.
"At least...he's not pale." John commented as he looked Randy over.
"I have my theory." Taker commented, partly to himself.
Randy groaned, his head moving. "Johnny?" He questioned the familiar voice. His eyes were squeezed shut slightly before trying to open. He looked shocked, seeing the larger man. "Taker? Wh-where am I?" Randy asked as he moved to sit up. Dirt could be seen coating his skin.
"My place...how you feeling, Randy?" Taker asked.
"Okay...I think...confused." Randy admitted, looking between the two men.
"I'm a little confused myself...I've been worried." John admitted. "You went to go play with Wade last night. He said you were gone when he woke up. I haven't seen or heard from you all day long. Taker found you."
"I remember going to his room...not much else." Randy told John.
"You were down in the catacombs." Taker told him. "I think it will be safe to leave you two alone. John, why don't you help Randy shower? I will put the stew on to reheat then go check on something."
John nodded. "Sounds good." He helped Randy to his feet. "Let's get you cleaned up, Ran."
"Sure." Randy looked himself over. "Fuck, looks like I played in a mud pit." He looked himself over more. "And naked?"
"I'll be back in a little bit, Boys." Taker told them before walking out.
"Well, you did go to see Wade. Maybe you two played." John observed. They reached the bathroom and the older man sat Randy down and moved to set the water for them.
"Yeah...I don't remember leaving though...and how did I get here?" Randy questioned.
"No clue. Taker called and told me you were here." John helped Randy into the shower and under the warm spray. He found a bar of soap and began to wash the grime from Randy's body. "Did you at least enjoy your time with Wade?"
"Um...yeah." Randy replied though he didn't sound overly sure. "Why wouldn't I have?"
"I was just making conversation, Ran. I'm sure you had fun." John assured Randy. He gently washed his boyfriend's back and legs.
"Sorry...so how did you kill time last night?" Randy asked.
"I was just relaxing...I started watching a porn video. Taker scared the shit out of me when he just showed up in the suite somehow...then he watched me jerk off." John replied as he washed every part of Randy's body.
"Showed up in the suite or at the suite?" Randy wondered as John washed him.
"Inside...without a key. I have no idea how." John admitted with a chuckle. "Let's say he caught me with my pants down."
"He must have sweet talked someone for a key." Randy told him. "And if you were that worked up why didn't you just ask me to stay?"
"I felt you needed time with Wade." John said honestly. "You seemed a little distracted and never brought up sex like you normally do...I thought maybe you were wishing you could see Wade but didn't want to tell me." He turned Randy to face him so that he could wash his front side.
"I just don't want you to feel neglected." Randy replied. "So, Taker caught you and watched you?"
"Yeah...we talked before that awhile. I told him you wanted to chat with him about the pet thing." John's face flushed as he washed Randy's abs. "He talked of...locking my cock and giving you a key."
"Wow, harsh...but by your reaction I am guessing you like the thought." Randy replied.
"A little...just knowing you two have the power to set me free or not...a little exciting." John admitted. He bent to wash Randy's cock and legs.
Randy groaned faintly, spreading his legs. "Wouldn't security be an issue?"
"I don't know...guess that's for you two to work out." John told him. He looked up, hearing the groan. "You okay?"
"Yeah...that was sort of a good groan." Randy chuckled.
"Oh...guess we'd better be good though." John chuckled as he finished up. "All done. Just rinse off."
"True," Randy moved to rinse all the soap off. "There you go...a clean Daddy." Randy laughed.
John gave a smile. "Glad to see you're okay. I was worried sick." He shut off the water and stepped out to grab Randy a towel.
"Sorry, Babe." Randy told him as he took the towel to dry. "Well, better dress and check dinner before it burns."
John tried not to stare at Randy. His boyfriend had never used a pet name for him or called him Babe before. When they played rough he was Bitch and when they didn't he was John or Johnny. It was just a big surprise but one that made him smile. "Yeah, okay." He dried himself off and moved to put his old clothes back on. "I brought you clothes in a bag in the corner there." He pointed.
"Thanks." Randy moved to dress quickly, running the towel over his short hair.
"What made you call me Babe?" John had to question as he pulled on his boxers, jeans, and t-shirt.
Randy looked. "What? Oh...I don't know just felt right I guess...too chick like?"
"No...I liked it. It's cool." John said with a wide smile. He watched Randy slide on his tight jeans and t-shirt that always looked a size too small. "Fuck, you look good."
"Thanks. I guess I'm ready to head down." Randy told John, heading for the door.
John followed after Randy. He felt lucky to have such a sexy lover. Reaching the main area Taker was sitting at the table, looking over what looked to be a very old book. His normally stoic face may of actually had signs of worry. "What is it?" Randy asked, calling out.
Taker lifted his head, looking at Randy. "What have you been taught of what you can now do?"
"Honestly not much. I know I'm stronger, heal faster, don't need much sleep if I want, keener senses." Randy replied, reading them off. Taker sighed, shaking his head. "Why do I have a feeling parts of the...manual were left out?" Randy commented.
John felt concern when he saw the look on Taker's face. He walked to take a seat so that he could hear what was on the older man's mind. "I am guessing by not telling you he thought you wouldn't learn. If you didn't know it he could make sure he stayed stronger. That other part of you though still has that knowledge and will release it without your consent. They can be vile creatures. Some stronger than others and we have no control over which one will appear in a joining." Taker told him. "I think you got one of the stronger ones."
"So what? I'll keep having these blackouts?" Randy asked worried. "What if I do something dangerous, something that could get me or someone else killed?!"
"I think you already may have." Taker told him. "I can't be fully sure though."
"What? Who? How?" Randy rubbed his head, feeling a headache coming on.
"We saw on the news what they called a mummy...a person was found sucked dry near our hotel." John spoke up to explain. "I take it that's what Taker's talking about."
"It is." Taker replied simply.
"How could I have done that? I thought those things shred and feast. How could I or it drain someone to the point of looking like a mummy?" Randy asked, trying not to yell or feel sick.
"A power that in rough translation is referred to as a blood storm. Has Wade explained or taught you of any of the forms we can take because of the joining?" Taker asked.
"No." Randy told him.
"Talk about fucking basics...shit." Taker exclaimed, his jaw setting ridged a moment.
John was starting to feel annoyed at Wade himself. "It seems all he wanted to do was play with Randy everytime he saw him." He told Taker.
"Well, the blood storm trait Wade had no reason to...to my knowledge neither one of us has it." Taker told him. "But if he told Randy of the other more common ones it may have helped with keeping control and also some of Randy's confusion."
"So, what are these things?" Randy told him. "Since he didn't tell me I guess it becomes your job."
"I shouldn't." Taker told him. "It's the job of the Maker."
"BULL SHIT!" Randy yelled. "You tell me I should be learning stuff because if I don't I could hurt or kill people, but you won't fucking tell me it! Fuck the rules! FUCK WADE! I didn't fucking ask for this to be happening to me!"
"It's not right." John spoke up in agreement. "Randy was forced into this by Wade. He needs to know what to do. Please." He cast Taker almost a pleading look.
Taker looked between the two men. He knew they had a point. "Don't use them in front of him."
"Why the fuck would I?" Randy asked.
"Okay." Taker sighed. "We can take the form of large wolves. The other is we can vanish and move in a mist."
"Mist? Like poof? Smoke?" Randy's eyes bugged slightly.
"Yes...it is also that form that lends itself for the bloodstorm. It surrounds the chosen prey and draws essentially everything from it, leaving a dry, empty shell." Taker told him. Randy did look like he was about to be sick.
John moved a hand to rest it on Randy's shoulder while looking at Taker. "Was the mist how you got into my suite last night without a key?"
"Yes...I am only sharing this in front of you, John because you are so determined to become like us anyway. So you would be learning it in time." Taker told him.
John nodded. "Thank you for being so open with us. I won't betray that."
"So...how do I do these things?" Randy asked.
"Same way as you do the longer nails. Just focus on what you want to achieve...I would not test them too much though. The transformations can be quite draining." Taker told him.
Randy nodded. "Anything else or can we eat?"
"Think that sums it up." Taker told him. He closed the large book before moving to the kitchen.
John removed his hand from Randy and stood to go where Taker had gone. "Need a hand with the food?" He offered.
"Sure." He pointed to a wall oven. "I have garlic bread warming in there if you want to grab it." He had three bowls, dishing out hearty portions of a beef stew.
John moved to get the bread out. "Smells delicious but I only have bread on my cheat days. You two are welcome to eat my portion of it."He put the hot bread on a plate and carried it to the small table.
"Sorry about that." Taker commented. "Hope the stew is okay."
"Does it have potatoes?" John questioned. "You know what, I'll make an exception. That's rude of me. Not like I'll gain ten pounds from one meal."
"That or knowing us we can help you burn it anyway." Randy laughed. John's cock twitched at the words. He gave a soft groan but covered it up with a cough. He found the two other men so sexy and attractive.
Taker brought the first two big bowls over. "Here you go, Boys." He turned to go get his.
"Thanks." John replied. The stew was indeed full of potatoes. John tried to just enjoy it and not worry over the carbs he was consuming.
"Can't you shift your day off this week, Johnny?" Randy told him, seeing how he seemed to be calculating things in his head.
John chuckled. "You read me like a book, Ran. Yeah, today can be Load Day." He took a piece of garlic bread.
"I should after how many years?" Randy laughed as he took a big spoonful of stew then some of the bread as Taker joined them.
"True." John agreed with a grin. They ate in peaceful quiet for awhile. "Ran, did you still need to talk to Taker about your questions...concerning me being a pet?" He asked at last.
Randy shook his head. "If you are determined to be...um...changed then I believe it doesn't really matter much. He will have the same say over you Wade does me."
"Anything of the...firmer nature you will be informed about it and at times take part." Taker told Randy.
"Like the whole locking John's cock up and giving me a key?" Randy looked over at Taker.
"He told you about that talk I take it."
"Yes...it's fine." Randy told him.
"Good." Taker gave a faint chuckle before going back to his meal.
John lowered his eyes to focus on the meal. He tried not to let the words heat him as well as images of Randy and Taker using him for his pleasure. "Would you like me to see if I have one fitting for you already in my possession?" Taker asked, not even looking up from his meal.
"How would that work with security checkpoints?" Randy asked. "Since you mention me having a key I am guessing he is to wear it on the road."
"There are ones that will not trip metal detectors." Taker replied, looking up at Randy. "Including the lock."
John's face flushed at the question. "Y-Yes." It was difficult for the man to admit he wanted to be controlled when normally he put up a fight and had it taken from him.
"I will need to look at the cabin after we finish eating." Taker replied. "I must admit for a bottom you have impressive equipment." Randy looked at Taker, slightly surprised at such a statement from such a dominant man.
John looked surprised at the words as no top or even man had ever said that to him before. "I do?"
"Don't you agree, Randy?" Taker asked, causing Randy to cough on his bite of food.
"Um...well...yeah." Randy flushed faintly.
"Guess being with guys who top no one ever really noticed before." John admitted. "And you and Randy aren't exactly small."
"Well, you aren't as big as me...but you could give Wade a run for his money and maybe even Randy...though I haven't really checked his over much." Taker chuckled.
"Thanks...not that I have much use for it with how I play." John said sincerely.
"I guess that is true." Taker replied. "Just an observation."
John nodded. He glanced at Randy a moment. "Guys have offered to let me top...I just wasn't too into it."
"Everyone has their own feelings on what they feel is a proper position for them." Taker commented. John nodded. He finished his food and pushed back the plate, waiting for the two other men. Randy finished his stew but grabbed a spare piece of bread.
"Maybe I should have steaks made for next time you boys come." Taker replied.
"I like steak." John agreed with a smile. He patiently waited so that Randy could finish his meal. He knew that his boyfriend needed the energy.
"I figured...I thought stew would be more satisfying...but pure meat is better all around." Taker commented as Randy finished. Taker was done as well and moved to clear the table.
John gave Taker a hand clearing the table. He wanted to be of help if he could. "So you boys want to come out to the cabin or wait here for me to get back?" Taker asked. Randy went to reply but stopped feeling a cold shiver.
"Up to you, Ran." John said, looking at Randy.
"Ah…" Randy licked his lips.
"It's fine. You boys can stay...I shouldn't take me long to see if I have the stuff." Taker told them both.
"Thanks." Randy almost mumbled, feeling foolish. John nodded and moved to sit down to wait on Taker. Taker finished and left. Randy still sat at the table, looking down.
"What's wrong?" John asked when he realized how quiet Randy was acting. "You okay?"
"I was being silly...we...we should have gone. I'm sure you would have enjoyed things more there." Randy grumbled.
"Maybe...you must have had a reason though so it's cool." John tried to assure him.
"It's stupid...ju-just thinking of that back road that leads from that part of his property." Randy told him.
"Oh..." Understanding came into John's eyes. He knew Randy's changing had affected him more than he cared to admit. "It's fine, Daddy. I'm fine here."
"Still feels like a nightmare at times...now knowing what Taker told us tonight...I...I killed someone." Randy gulped.
"It wasn't your choice to do that." John moved to place a hand on Randy's shoulder. "If you're not in the mood to do any playing tonight just let Taker know."
"Who knows when you will get to see him again, Johnny." Randy replied. "I don't want to take that time away from you."
"It's not all about me, Ran." John offered a smile. "I just thought you wanted to play because you joked about working calories off at the table. We can forget it."
"No...No...I want to...I guess it...it just hit me all of a sudden thinking of the cabin." Randy told John.
John nodded. "I get that. You went through a big deal, Ran." He gave Randy a comforting pat on the shoulder.
Randy looked at John. "Want to drive out there?"
"Aren't you nervous about it?" John asked.
"I am freaking over the past. What else can happen to me?" Randy laughed. "We don't know when we will get time to get back this way. We know the slave driver Vince can be."
"Okay." John nodded. The guys turned off the lights and walked outside into the night air. They made the short drive to meet up with Taker.
As the guys pulled up Taker was heading out of the old cabin with a long bag slung over his shoulder. He shielded his eyes, seeing the headlight approaching. He saw as the lights went off and the guys got out. "I thought you two wanted to hang back."
"We changed our mind." John said simply, not wanting to out Randy for his fear.
Taker shrugged. "No skin off my nose...come on." He turned, heading back for the door to unlock it and head inside turning on the lights. John followed behind Taker with Randy behind him. He always had a flashback of the first time he was punished when he came into the building. It both excited and made him on edge. Taker set the bag down on a table then opened it to empty it he removed a spreader bar, a whip. A plug. Setting each item down next to the bag.
John gave a shaky breath as he watched the older man. It was the first time they played with Randy in the room. The last two times had been Randy running the show with his inner sadist loose. Taker removed a small black bag, holding it up. "I think this size will work for you, John...play tonight...then get clean...then it goes on."
John gave a nod, feeling a rush of adrenaline he had not expected. Taker's gaze made him feel so...submissive. "Yes, Taker."
Taker looked between the two. "You both sure it is fine my having control of John in this manner?"
"Yeah...I'm fine with it." Randy replied.
John looked at Randy to make sure his boyfriend was being honest. He then gave a nod. "I'm...sure."
"Fine...settled then." Taker replied, focusing more on John. "Strip for me then, Boy." He looked at Randy. "You may as well if you wish to take part." Randy nodded before he went to remove his clothing. John moved to strip out of his clothes. He sat them on a neat pile on the floor and then waited on Taker. As always, there was no hard to get play with the Deadman.
Taker smirked as he thought. He pointed to the wall with the chains and shackles on it. "Over there, Boy." John gave a shaky breath as he walked to the area where Taker pointed. He remembered well the video he had jerked off to in the hotel room with Taker. It had always been his fantasy. "I think you know the plan I have in mind don'tcha, Boy?" Taker asked, following behind him. "Take a seat, Randy...you like to watch so enjoy." Randy licked his lips, moving to grab a chair to watch better.
"Yes, Taker." John agreed thickly. "I think so...is it to do with the video?"
"Smart boy...and in this place I am Sir...or Master got it? Now get in position." Taker ordered.
John's cock gave a twitch at the words. He moved to raise his hands over his head, spreading his legs slightly for a firmer base. "Yes...Master." Taker took John's one wrist, stretching it to one shackle to secure it then moved him to secure the other. He then moved to the table to grab the stretcher bar. Moving back to John he lowered to one knee to lock John's one ankle on the bar then adjusted the length to push his other foot out even more to keep his feet apart, locking the other ankle in place. Taker then stood up, looking John over.
John felt extremely exposed and helpless in the position. For a strong man like himself to he rendered unable to move or even shift his feet in any direction could be either terrifying or very sensual. He felt like he was on display for the two men and it made his bare skin grow flush. "Now...where to begin." Taker pondered out loud as he began to remove his belt. He then folded the leather, bringing it over John's ass.
John grunted at the blunt impact. He just took in the feeling. Taker gave a few more. "I'm sure these are like tickles to you, Boy. Let's up it slightly." Taker stepped back and let the belt out, snapping the pointed area at John's cheeks.
John gave a groan at the sting to his ass. "Thank you, Master." He saw the gags hanging on the wall and wanted to be totally helpless like the man in the video. "May I...wear one of your gags?"
"Soon enough." Taker told John as he stepped closer to grope John's heated flesh. He then stepped back with four more lashes before he moved to pick out a good gag for John. "Let's go with the oldie but a goodie." He pulled down the classic red rubber ball gag with a leather strap.
John wanted to laugh as it was the same one from the video. "Thank you, Master." He said softly before parting his lips.
Taker smiled before placing the gag in place and securing it firmly." Good boy." He patted John's cheek. "Now for next part if I remember correctly." He headed back for the table. He retrieved the lube and the toy he had packed which was a large vibrating plug, bringing them back over. John wanted to groan. Even without seeing the toy he could guess what was coming next. Knowing Randy was watching everything only made it all seem that much hotter to him.
Taker slicked the toy. He closed the lube and dropped it, kicking it towards Randy. He then took his free hand to part John cheeks to brush the tip over John's entrance before pushing it in. "You gonna beg, Boy...beg to cum." Taker told John, swatting his ass with his large bare hand. John gave a muffled groan from the large toy stretching him. Having his legs parted in the spreader kept him open for anything the Dead Man would want. His cock stood thick and hard already from the actions. Randy bend down to grab the lube, putting some on his hand before he started to stroke himself. He gave a faint pant as he watched. Taker moved, grabbing a flogger from the wall. "I would use something harder. But you have work tomorrow night." He told John before he gave a few lashes to John's back. Randy gave a faint moan watching. John's back arched from the sting. He gave a heated groan.
"That's it. Just a good little pain slut aren't you, Boy?" Taker asked as he administered more and more lashes. Randy's eyes transfixed on the scene. He squeezed his cock as it thickened more in his grasp. John gave a moan in reply. After awhile the stinging from the lashes melded into a delicious heat that made his cock drip. It was the reason he loved the pain. The feeling was like a drug to him as was the need to submit. Taker stopped, rubbing his hand over the welts forming. He then moved his hand lower to turn the plug on with low vibrations.
John jumped at the unexpected stimulation. He gave a needy moan. "Better hold back, Boy." Taker told John before landing harsh lashes over John's already abused ass. Randy moaned as he stretched his legs out in front of him as he was jerking himself. If anything Taker's words made the bound man want to get off faster. In all the times he had bottomed no man had ever told him he had to hold off on his release. He groaned at the lashes, his hands clenching in the shackles but he managed to control himself. Taker stopped and leaned near John's ear. "Need a little help, Boy?" He asked. Something in his deep tone made John feel even littler than he already was. "Don't think you can last?" John gave a grunt and nodded a yes to the question. He was so close he did need a little help. "Weak." Taker almost spat before he walked away to his storage closet.
John was taken back by the tone from Taker. Surely the older man did not expect him to be a perfect, disciplined pet overnight. This was all new to him. What if he changed his mind? John tried to calm his body and will his rock hard erection down some. Taker returned with a leather cock ring. He moved to reach in front of John to snap it around the base firmly. "There we go." He then slapped the cock itself. His head was down so John wouldn't see the smirk on his lips.
John jumped and tried his hardest to hold back a moan. He was putting every bit of effort he had into trying to please Taker and not show a lack of control again. Taker's shoulders could be seen moving from silent laughter before he could move from John's line of sight. He then moved to turn the plug up higher. John wanted to cry out at the sudden, hard stimulation causing jolts all through him. His legs trembled slightly as he fought with everything he had for control of his body. "You do have a stubborn streak to you don't you? Or is it just a need to please?" Taker moved to grab John's head, turning it to look at him.
The younger man's blue eyes reflected his desperation and arousal. He answered around the large ball in his mouth. "A...little...of both, Master."
Taker laughed. He has had quite some practice translating mumbled of gags. He reached down, removing the ring. "Let's see how strong your stubbornness hold you." He moved back behind John. He then freed his hands. "Drop to your knees and shift to face me." Taker told him, taking a step back before he went for his jeans.
John moved to obey Taker. He slowly knelt before shifting into the right position. The whole time he was trying not to moan at the stimulation to his prostate. Taker had lowered his jeans to expose himself before bending to remove the gag. "Open good for me, Boy...see if you can get me to blow before you do." He told John firmly. Of course, now turned John could see Randy as he was slightly behind and to the side of where Taker stood. John's jaw was tight from the tension of trying not to cum. He forced himself to relax and opened his mouth. Sweat beaded on his face.
"Like the challenge, Boy?" Taker looked at John, giving him a chance to answer.
"Y-Yes, Master...just new...trying not to cum." John admitted.
"You are still green...doing good." Taker praised before he guided the tip to John's lips, pushing inside. Since John's hands were free he guided Taker's cock deeper, relaxing his throat as he began to suck. He caught sight of Randy jerking himself while he watched.
"Good, Boy." Taker groaned as he pushed deeper. Randy shifted and moaned. Catching John's gaze his eyes were darkened with lust. He slowly licked his lips at the display before him. The taste of Taker on his tongue and the scorching look from Randy proved to be John's undoing. He gave a muffled cry as his body shook, hitting his orgasm hard and strong as his cock shot its load. Taker lowered his gaze, feeling and seeing John. "Guess your body betrayed your stubbornness, Boy." Taker moaned at the feeling. "Hope you didn't hit my boots."
John was a little ashamed he got off but now his mind was clearer now to focus on his Master's pleasure. He gave Taker's balls a gentle squeeze as he took him deeper. "MMM gutsy." Taker groaned, his head leaning back some. "You can reach back to shut the plug off." Taker sighed a moan. "So you don't get too numb back there." John paused a moment to turn off the toy before he resumed his treatment. The clouded lust had faded from his blue eyes, leaving them bright. Taker took his hands to hold John's head to take over the control of it.
A frustrated sound came from Randy. "Getting tired that?" Taker asked.
"Ju-just not getting there." Randy groaned.
"We'll think of something." Taker told him. "Almost there, Boy...ready for it." John prepared himself to swallow, looking forward to Taker's taste. Taker grunted as he reached his peak with two good thrusts then a drawn out sigh as he came. He slowly released John's head, looking down at him. "Good job, Boy."
John drank what Taker offered before offering a small smile. He was glad that his Master did not hold his weakness against him. "Thank you, Master...what about Daddy?"
Randy looked very heated, but growing frustrated. "What would you suggest? He is coated so may not taste the best." Taker told John as he moved behind him to free his legs.
John gave a shaky breath looking at Randy. "He can fuck me if he wants. I want him to feel good too."
Taker looked at Randy. "You want him Randy?"
"Fuck yeah." Randy stopped touching himself and stood. Taker went to remove the plug.
"Well, I'll go shower while you have your fun." Taker told them.
"On the bed." Randy told John. John moved to climb on the bed and laid on his back. He did not feel right playing hard to get since he had offered his body to Randy.
Taker excused himself as Randy moved for the bed as if almost stalking John, He climbed up and between John's legs. "Just couldn't get there?" John asked. His heart pounded at the look on Randy's face,
"Guess I needed more." Randy almost growled as he moved John's legs to push inside. He gave a satisfied moan closing his eyes at the feeling. "Sure you can handle it...already cumming?"
"I offered didn't I?" John moaned. "You could push me again...I'm getting caged after this."
"Mmmm" Randy took one hand to grasp John's shoulder the other grasping John's soft member, giving a squeeze.
"Fuck!" John exclaimed, his head going back into the bed. "Does that excite you...holding the key to my cock?"
"You know I love molding your body, Babe." Randy almost growled with a harsh thrust. Nails faintly bit into John's shoulder. "Needed this."
The name warmed John's heart. "Hope you don't torture me...too much." He gave a throaty laugh, moaning as his cock began to harden again.
"Oh you know you love it." Randy jerked John's cock, feeling it grow hard and jump in his grasp.
"Fuck...mmm..." John moaned as he cried out. "So sensitive."
"You know you love it." Randy told him. "Hope I last long enough to get you off again." He moaned as his body gave a pleasurable shudder.
"Cum if you need to...I can jerk off." John assured Randy. He gave a groan. "Damn...like strong jolts."
"Guess it would end your teasing if I did." Randy chuckled then moaned. He leaned over to kiss John deeply.
John returned the kiss, moaning at the friction between them. His cock was fully hard again as their sweaty bodies rubbed together. It wasn't long before Randy couldn't hold back more and moaned against John's lips as he came. He pushed himself up and stayed inside as he went to continue to stroke the older man. John gave moans at the touch, looking up at Randy. "Squeeze my balls, Daddy?" He begged. Randy took his hand from John's shoulder and move it to grip John's balls, squeezing them in a pulsing motion almost like a stress ball. His eyes kept focused on John's speaking volumes of his desire for him without a word leaving his lips.
The look on Randy's face made John's body tremble as he gave a cry of release. His hard cock pulsed for the second time as he came. He moaned a few seconds before almost going limp in the bed. "There you go...all done for now," Randy smiled as he let go of John's spend manhood and pulled out and off the bed.
John wanted to make a comeback but he could hardly keep his eyes open. They wanted to close from exhaustion.
"You can rest, Boy..then shower when you wake up." Taker's voice boomed from the doorway.
Randy looked over. "Were you watching us?"
"What if I was? Go clean up." Taker replied. Randy nodded, heading for the bedroom then the bathroom. John drifted into a deep sleep, unaware of anything around him. His body was well used and coated with sweat and cum. Randy's release ran down his spread legs to wet the sheets under him. Taker checked John over before moving to the room Randy headed into. "He's asleep...but good...I'll be back in the morning to finish up before you two head out." He yelled over the water.
"That's fine...thanks again….for helping me." Randy replied. He got no reply as Taker took off. Rander finished cleaning before heading out the check on John. He wanted to stay with him, but did it make sense to sleep in a dirty bed after just showering?
John shifted as if he heard Randy's movement. His eyes fluttered before opening to look at Randy. "Hey. Time for bed?" He asked, his voice thick from sleep.
"Yeah bedtime, Babe...Taker said he would be back after you shower in the morning." Randy told him.
John nodded. He moved to slowly stand. "I should go wash off."
"In that case we can sleep in the other room." Randy told him. "Don't pass out in the shower."
"Try not to...you both wore me out." John said as he continued into the bathroom. He hurried to take a short shower and then joined Randy in the clean bed. "Night, Daddy. I love you. I missed you when you were with Wade." He whispered in the darkness.
"Missed you too...sorry I scared you." He moved to kiss John before moving to hold him. John drifted off to sleep, feeling comfortable so close to Randy.