"Okay...I guess you were good." Roman joked. So you want me sitting or lying down?
John thought, knowing Roman had been dizzy. "Laying in bed, Sir."
"Okay." Roman got up from the table, heading back for the bed. He moved the blankets and stretched out on the one side. "I'm all yours." He smirked faintly.
John climbed on the bed and crawled over to his waiting Master. The man was so gorgeous laying there nude it almost took his breath away. How he had never had a boyfriend was a mystery to the older man. "So perfect, Master." He whispered before bending down to run his tongue down the length of the soft cock.
"Thanks...such a sweet boy." Roman replied as he drew a faint breath at the touch of John's tongue. John licked up and down the length as he fed off Roman's praise, taking his balls into his mouth to suck while his hand stroked the pliable member. Roman gave a faint groan as his cock twitched in John's hand. "Yes, a very good boy." Roman told John in a faintly relaxed tone.
John removed his mouth from Roman's balls and continued to stroke his Dom's impressive manhood. "Thank you, Sir. I hope to please you and make you cum hard." He lowered his eyes to his task, letting the head of Roman's cock slide past his eager lips.
Roman gave a faint groan as he cock continued to thicken. "Enough det-determination I am sure you can get your wish."
John loved the feeling of his Master's member growing in his mouth. Roman honestly had the largest cock he had ever seen in real life. The fact that it belonged to a man he loved was just a plus. He bobbed his head, taking in more and more down with each movement, hollowing his cheeks to suck. Roman gave a faint growl like sound, an almost common sound from the larger man whenever he grew more heated. "Mmmm, a very skilled boy...good boy."
John loved the praise his talents earned him sometimes more than the act itself. He hummed around Roman's cock as he used his tongue and mouth to please him, his own member pressing against the confines of his shorts as he grew heated from his service. Roman licked his lips. "Fuck, you have any clue how many you must put to shame...Mmmm men and women alike." John grew even more aroused by Roman's words, knowing the man was not one to give vain flattery. He knew he was good at sucking cock. He had a lot of practice and enthusiasm to spare but to hear his Master say so was different. John swirled his tongue over the head as he came up, greedily lapping up the pre-cum seeping from the slit before going back down to deep throat.
Roman gave another groan his head going back more. "Yes, that's it." John relaxed his throat, taking the long length down almost to the base, feeling the member twitching as it throbbed slightly. "Fuck, Boy...right about there." John felt how close Roman was and continued his treatment, small pants leaving his nose as he was so heated himself. "Mmmm would you rather I fill your mouth or your ass?"
John removed his mouth from his work to answer in short pants. "I love tasting you, Sir, but please my ass. Would be nice to feel you."
"Move over then, in position, hand and knees." Roman commanded.
"Yes, Sir." John worked at unfastening and removing his shorts before getting into the ordered position, drinking in how vulnerable he always felt waiting like this, his freed cock standing hard and dripping. Roman moved to kneel behind John. He eased the head of his cock between John's cheeks.
"Good thing you like the burn, Boy." He told him. He then slowly pushed in, groaning with almost a growl at how John stretched for him.
John closed his eyes as he felt the Samoan enter him, giving a moan as he felt the slight burn. "Yes, Sir. I l-like it." He panted. "Please...let me have it all, Master."
Roman continued until he was fully seated. "Yeah...that's it, Boy...so tight."
John panted as he took in the sensation of being joined to Roman. "G-Glad I please you, Sir." Roman almost growled his approval as he moved to lean over John, grabbing a hold of his shoulders. He pulled back then used the leverage of the hold to drive himself hard and deep with a heated moan. He repeated the action again. He knew he could be rough with his boy and he would only ask for more.
"Yesss!" John hissed, jolts of pleasure racing through him from each thrust. "Fuck me hard, Master! You feel so good!" Roman continued, no words just sounds as the fire burned hotter in his body, his hands gripping John's shoulders hard with each driving thrust. John fought to control his body as he felt his orgasm wanting to build as his prostate was struck over and over. He knew it was not his place to ask for release, especially after his bad behavior in the car. "Mmm...feels good, Master!"
Roman leaned more over John. His breath was hot on his skin. "You know I am going to make you hold off don't you, Boy?" There was a deep growl tone to his voice as he spoke.
"Y-Yes, Sir. I know." John answered, panting as his hands gripped the bed sheets. He knew the Samoan would not go easy on him.
"Once I am done...maybe I will have mercy on you."
"Yes, Sir." John almost whispered, trying to take his focus from his throbbing cock. He did not want to disobey and be punished with the cage or feeling his Master's displeasure.
"Good, Boy...very...good...boy." Roman drove hard and deep between each word.
John tried to focus on the praise, the pleasure he was bringing his Dom as Seth had taught him and not the frustration his body was feeling. "Thank you, Master." He panted, his inner muscles squeezing the Samoan's cock.
"Mmmm, Yeah..." Roman panted with a faint growl. "Right there." He buried his head between John's shoulders as he drove deep, cumming with his normal growl like sound. Panting he pulled out. "Roll over."
"Yes, Sir." John moved to roll over so that he was laying on his back. His cock was hard and leaking but he had not cum.
"Good, Boy." Roman laid next to John. He took one hand, taking a hold of John's cock slowly stroking it. He watched his face as he worked. John bit his lip at the teasing strokes, so close to the edge but knowing he could not give in. He groaned softly, sweat beading his forehead as he fought the urge to buck his hips into the touch. "Good, Boy." Roman praised as he moved to hover his face over John's. "Very good boy...now you may cum." He leaned down, kissing John deeply.
John groaned against Roman's lips as he gave in to the feelings, his body shaking as his release coated his Dom's hand. Roman pulled back and let go of John's cock, looking at his hand. "Gonna clean that for me?"
John's head almost spun from his release after being denied so long. "Yes, Sir." He leaned to lick his own cum from Roman's fingers.
"Good boy, Johnny." Roman smiled at him as the older man worked his task.
When John finished he looked at Roman almost shyly. "I'm glad I pleased you, Sir..Thank you."
"You did...now go clean so we can rest." The Dom told him.
"Yes, Sir." John stood from the bed and moved to the bathroom where he took a quick shower. He returned to the bed after drying off and climbed into the empty side.
"I'll be right back." Roman got up to clean as well before shutting the light and climbing into the bed. "Rest well, Johnny."
"You too, Sir." John yawned as he closed his eyes.
Roman woke up some time later with light flooding the room. He wondered what time it was and went to move to look for his phone. John felt Roman move and stirred, his eyes popping open as he thought of his daddy. "Time to get up, Sir?"
"I guess since we are both awake." Roman admitted.
John climbed out of bed stretching. "What time is it?"
Roman glanced at the phone before setting it down to dress. "About nine."
"Damn, okay." John moved to look through his clothes. He pulled out a pair of khaki pants, boxers, and a casual button down shirt with salmon colored stripes.
"Surprised it isn't later." Roman admitted as he threw on jeans and a black t-shirt.
"Me too." John agreed as he pulled on his shirt, leaving the top two buttons undone to show off his collar. "Felt like I slept forever."
"Well, I guess you had a good sleep aid." Roman joked getting his shoes on. He then sent a text to Seth. #Just got up, you want to come or should we just drive ourselves?#
Seth texted back a few minutes later. #Go ahead, Man. I have a work appointment at 11.#
#K talk to you later.# Roman looked at John. "Okay Seth said for us to go ahead. He has work in a few hours."
John nodded as he was bent over tying his shoes. "Okay, Sir."
Roman made sure he had everything needed before the two of them headed off for the hospital. Arriving they headed up to the ICU. They went to check in at the nurses station. "Morning Miss. We're here to see Randy...Randy Orton." Roman told her. The young woman at the next looked over a chart she had. "I'm sorry, Gentlemen. I don't see that name on my list." Roman licked his lips, thinking. "What do you mean you don't see his name?"
"I don't see any one by that name on my room list." She repeated herself.
"Well, can you check something to see where he is?" Roman took a deep breath to remain calm.
"Sure...be right back."
John's eyes filled with alarm on the verge of panic as he looked at Roman. "W-What the hell? He's not here?"
"Just breathe, John...I am sure everything is fine." Roman tried to assure him. John took a shaky breath, cursing himself silently for letting himself be talked into leaving Randy alone here. The nurse returned a moment later.
"Sorry about that, Gentlemen. We been having computer issues today. He was transferred down to room 325."
Roman gave a faint smile. "Thanks." He practically grabbed John by the arm, leading him back to the elevator.
John's heart rate returned to normal as he realized Randy had been found. He let Roman lead him as he released the breath he had been holding. "See, I told you to breathe." Roman told him as they got on the elevator and he hit the button for the third floor.
"Sorry...fucking scary." John panted, looking a little sheepish. "I was so afraid."
"It's okay." Roman told him as they reached the floor and got off. He looked at the wall for the room numbers before he headed the right way. John followed him eager to see Randy again. Reaching the room Randy was sitting up in the bed. They had a oxygen mask on him, but no longer the tent. Of course there was the normal IV. He was focused on the TV when they first got there.
"Hey, Ran." John greeted his boyfriend with a smile as soon as he saw him. "You look like you're doing better."
"Hey." Randy's voice cracked some. "Still hard...to talk." He admitted.
"It's fine, Daddy. You just take it easy." John neared Randy's bed to sit in an empty chair, leaving the other for Roman.
Roman came over to sit. "Surprised they moved you already. Not that I'm not glad about it."
"Me too." Randy admitted.
"I've missed you but I'm glad you're getting help," John said to Randy.
"Yeah." Randy admitted.
"Relax, Man. None of us saw it coming." Roman told him.
"GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY HEAD!" Randy yelled at Roman and then cringed.
Roman lowered his head. "So-sorry."
John jumped, his eyes widening at Randy's yell. He did not know what to make of the exchange so he just sat watching. Before Roman or Randy could say anything an orderly came into the room. "Is everything okay in here?" He asked.
Randy took a deep breath. "Yeah...fine."
"Okay then." He turned to leave. Roman just remained silent. He hated feeling like he was intruding on someone's privacy. He was just yelled at for basically doing that. It was a gift of his to feel and read others but he knew it came across as intrusive at times.
John looked between Randy and Roman. "You okay, Daddy?" He asked softly at last. Randy's eyes softened as he looked at John.
"Yeah." He said faintly. "Just sick of people screwing with my head."
"I...I wasn't trying to." Roman spoke in a low tone.
John looked at Randy in sympathy but felt he should stand up for his Master as well. "I know, Daddy. You've been through a lot. M...Roman's been great to keep me company though. We've both been so worried."
Randy looked down a little. Drawing a deep breath trying not to cough. "Sorry, Roman. Ju-just so much happened, in su-such a short time."
Roman nodded. "It's okay, Man...I understand."
"Just know when you're ready to talk, if you ever need an ear we're both here, Ran." John assured him.
"Yeah I know. Just...I don't know." Randy seemed at a loss.
"Just take your time, Randy." Roman told him.
"Do you remember how you got here?" John asked gently. "The doctor couldn't tell us anything."
"Some. I was not thinking clearly by then." The younger man admitted.
John did not want to push Randy but he had to know. "Did...Dean bring you back when he saw how bad you were?"
"No...Brock did." Randy answered. He sighed, closing his eyes. "De-Dean saw how bad I was...he ju-just continued. Th-then decided he was done with me. Me getting sick...took the ch-challenge of the fight out of it for him."
John gritted his teeth so hard he feared they would break. "Fuck." He fumed then tried to calm for Randy's sake. "Well, not glad you got so sick but I'm thankful he got tired of you so you could escape that lunatic."
"Luckily Brock had a conscious buried under that thick skull." Randy tried to joke.
"Good for him." John nodded slowly. He wanted to kill Dean but knew Roman would only pick up on his rage.
"Dean will get his." Roman said in a sure tone. "Brock I guess we will see."
"Brock...he is regretful of his actions." Randy told him.
"It doesn't make what he did right, Ran. I saw the videos. The big ape raped you." John almost spat. Randy shuddered, turning his head, swallowing a large lump in his throat.
The heat in John's eyes turned to regret and worry when he looked at Randy's reaction. "I'm sorry, Ran. I shouldn't bring up hurtful memories."
"I...I need to deal with it." Randy whispered his reply as he looked back at them.
"In your own time and when you're ready." John told him. He reached to lay a hand on his boyfriend's arm.
"Thanks." Randy sighed. "I had the oddest dreams last night. The doctors just say it was because I was fighting that fever still."
"Oh?" John asked as he looked. "Feel like sharing?"
"Maybe my eyes and mind were playing tricks. These black shapes were in my room."
"Black shapes?" John repeated, looking confused. "Like a ghost or something?"
"Or something...I don't know...they looked solid." Randy told them.
"I'm sure it's fine, Randy." Roman told him.
"You don't believe me? You think it was just the fever?"
"Who knows, maybe it was or maybe it wasn't. We know not everything can be explained." Roman seemed to be hiding something in the reply.
John lowered his voice, looking concerned at Roman. "That's not something..Dean could do is it?"
Roman shook his head. "The effects are never that long and if you mean the shadow being him...no."
John looked relieved. "Good. I just didn't know what he was capable of transforming into...since he turned into me once."
"Twice." Randy said. "He did it again." He sighed.
"No...he doesn't actually become that person. He would of had to physically be here to have someone see something besides himself." Roman said, trying to explain.
John barely heard Roman as he looked at Randy. "He did it again? But you weren't fooled this time...right? You know I'd never hurt you."
"He didn't attack me as you." Randy took a deep breath this time with a faint cough. "He made me be-believe he we-went through with his th-threat to somehow grab you."
"Oh." John hated to think it but he was grateful it had not been another attack. "That must have been hard on you."
"It was...I had passed out after earlier. So I had no clue how much time had passed. So it was very possible. After he was done toying with me he let me actually see him. Told me...told me I better of enjoyed seeing you because...well because it was the last time I would. " Tears wet the younger man's eyes.
John felt a lump in his own throat as he patted his Daddy's arm again. "Well, he was a liar. We would have never given up on finding you. I'll be honest...I entertained the idea of trading myself for you but Roman wouldn't let me."
"Good...wo-would have killed me if you did." Randy looked down, realizing it nearly did anyway.
John gave a dry laugh. "Roman said you'd never forgive him if he let me. He was watching out for your Baby, Daddy."
"Good...you something think with your...your heart and not your brain, Babe."
John sighed. "I know..I guess since I knew he was obsessed with me I thought he'd treat me better until I could get away from him."
"You honestly think he would let me go...even if he did get you?" Randy asked.
John lowered his eyes with a sigh. "I doubt it now. Guess I was blinded by my worry. But it's all over now. I have my Daddy back."
Randy reached over this his other hand. "Yeah, Babe." He cringed faintly as he moved his arm back.
"Hey, take it easy, Daddy." John gave Randy a loving smile. "You'll be able to touch me soon enough."
Randy nodded. "Yeah, just annoying. Th-they are talking about possible rehab...I...I told them no."
"Why?" Roman wondered.
"I have tweaked my shoulders more then a few times in my life. I don't need rehab to get them back to normal."
"Is that mainly what's wrong?" John asked. He had no idea exactly all Dean had done to Randy.
"Well, th-that the rehab would be for." Randy admitted. "Th-Well you said you saw the video." He sighed. "An-and he told me he sent a photo the night before." He looked down, turning his head away feeling ashamed.
"Stop feeling like it was your fault." John told him firmly, knowing his boyfriend well. "As much as it hurts to say it you were a victim. You have nothing to be ashamed of."
"I...I could have tr-tried to fight more."
"What and be injured more then you are?" Roman asked. "Maybe even killed?"
"Ran, you were tied up and outnumbered two to one. You did what you had to in order to survive. I don't know what I'd do without you." John told him.
"Yeah I guess." Randy sighed. Roman and John tried to be there for the injured man while still giving him his space.
x.x.x.
Dean got back to Vegas making only enough stops for gas. He figured once he was back he could reach out to some of his contacts for a place to lay low for a while. He parked and headed inside the house, locking the door behind him. He barely took a few steps inside when he stopped. Something felt off. "Na...relax, Boy you got this." He spoke to himself with a smug smirk. He pulled out his phone, losing track of how many hours he spent listening to the video. Those wonderful screams, the pleading. All were wonderful, heated sounds to his sadistic mind.
He made his way upstairs to his room. He paused on the steps, looking around. Did he just hear something? No...just the old house moving as always. He reached the room and moved toward the bath. "Hello, my pet." Came a silky but cold feminine voice. Dean froze, his hand on the knob of the door.
"No...no...no..." He breathed out.
"Awe...not pleased to see me again?" The voice was smooth, almost gloating.
Dean shook his head. He had to be imagining things. "Of course you are...face me." The voice grew stern.
"I'm not yours anymore." He snapped out.
"Oh, but you are." He could heard the bed move. "You should have been returned to me the night Roman released you." Her voice held a faint hiss. "NOW TURN!" He shook his head. "So you wish to play it the hard way my pet? It's time for you to return home."
"NO...NEVER!" Dean yelled, still not turning. Next he heard was a crack of a whip and the breath cut off from him as a bull whip wrapped itself around his neck like a constrictor. Next a strangled gasp left his lips as he was yanked toward her. He landed flush against the other person. their flesh cool to the touch.
Nails gripped the back of Dean's neck so hard that he was sure blood would come from them. He was forced to look into a pair of black, seemingly soulless eyes. "You will be coming back, my pet." The words floated from deep, lush lips. Her skin was deep, but had an ashen haze to it. "Either kicking and screaming while I rip your soul from this waste of space or freely...and maybe I will allow you to return in time."
"Fr-freely, My Lady." Dean shook out. He knew better than to fight his Mistress who had Death at her disposal. It had only been Roman's goodness that had saved him from her service before.
Her nail's tightened and he cried out faintly. They felt like icy picks piercing his flesh. "You even think of running again...you won't be given the choice again." She released him with a shove.
He dropped to his knees, shivering. "Ye...Yes, Mistress."
"IF I give permission to return to here...don't you dare even THINK of harming any of my family...that includes their mates."
Dean tried not to scowl. "Of...Of course, Mistress."
The woman grabbed him by his shirt. "Now. We go." She yanked him up by the shirt and into her grasp. Shadows grew around them from the room until they vanished within them in a black flash. The flash caused flames the soon spread through the shambles of a house. Dean would be forced into the servitude that he had so gleefully wanted to impose on others.