They were soon in the vehicle and driving the short ride to the motel. "I had fun. Thank you, Sir." John said.
"Good." Randy replied as he looked and spotted the place. "I'll check on a room." He told John as he parked and got out. John smiled as he waited and thought over the night's events. The images would stay with him for a very long time to come. Randy got back and got in, driving around to the backside of the building. "Okay...Come on." Randy got out and moved to John's side. John got out and followed Randy. His body was still warm and aching from the lashing and spanking.
Randy reached the room and unlocked it, letting John inside. He followed after him, shutting the door. "Hmmm how to get my fill of you?" Randy commented as he eyed John over the same time groping the front of his pants. John's eyes looked at Randy's bulge. "However you wish, Sir."
"Well, you pleaded for me to fuck you." Randy commented. "Strip then go see if this place has lotion in the bathroom." He moved towards the bed to begin stripping down himself. John stripped and walked quickly to the bathroom. He appeared again with a small bottle and moved to hand it to Randy. Randy took the bottle, opening it. "Bend over the end of the bed." He ordered as he went to apply the lotion.
John moved to bend. His back and ass were covered in various bruises and welts. "Did you enjoy tonight, Sir?"
"Yes...I liked those two guys...just hold a few reservations." Randy told John as he moved behind him. "Now I am not promising you a second release...understood?"
"Yes, Sir. You just want me to take it and hold off." John clarified.
"Well, if you do...you do...but that is not the goal." Randy told him as he moved to grope John's ass to part the cheeks with one hand and guiding his cock with the other to push in with a heated moan.
John was a little taken back by the words as both parts of Randy seemed to thrive on making him cum. "Did I do something out of line tonight?"
"Not at all." Randy moaned as he pushed in. "Just you got yours already...it's my turn." He moved his hands to grip John by the waist.
"Yes, Sir." John panted. Randy against his sensitive ass was causing painful friction.
"You did real good for me tonight." Randy moaned as he began to move more. "Made me look real good for the others."
John felt a sense of pride at the praise. "Thank you, Sir. I had a good time. It was fun watching Lee too."
"What you think of Sir James and his offers and comments?" Randy asked as he continued. "Fuck, having you like that got me so heated." His hands gripped tighter as he moved a little fast. "Fuck, I'm going to miss when I can't have so much free reign with you."
"I...thought he seemed nice." John moaned at the feeling. "You said you have reservations?"
"Just him saying he didn't know what he could really teach...th-then him opening his home so quickly." Randy moaned. John could not think of a reply as Randy's cock was rubbing him just right. He gave a loud moan, his hand moving to jerk himself.
"You are just a hot slut for my cock aren't you?" Randy moaned.
"Yes, Sir. I wanted you so bad tonight." John moaned.
"Yes...mmmm...need to learn to wait though...can't do that there." Randy moaned. "At least we have a place afterwards." He groaned. "Fuck, so close." John began to jerk himself harder. He was built up again and did not want to be left with blue balls. Randy grunted and moaned as he got wrapped in the moment until he came, filling John. He stilled a moment before he moved his hand to wrap it over John's "You were a good, Boy...now cum for us." He told John thickly.
John gave a few more tugs and cried out his second release of the night. He felt so sore and tired afterward he could hardly keep his eyes open. Randy worked the support John. "Okay in bed you." He commented as he pulled out. John collapsed in bed, feeling beyond spent. His body was covered in evidence of their fun. Randy got a cloth to clean John then himself before he cut the light and got into the bed next to John to fall asleep.
John slept like the dead all night long. His body showed signs of welts and bruises in the morning light of the cheap motel. Randy shifted faintly at times as he slept. He slowly woke up, feeling disoriented. "Hmm?" He groaned as he moved, sitting up. He looked around, wondering where he even was. He then looked over, seeing John. "Fuck." He whispered, seeing the marks on John's back. "Baby?" He faintly called worried.
John shifted with a groan but did not wake up fully. "Hmm?"
"Are you okay, Baby?" Randy asked worried. 'Relax. He's fine...he wanted every bit of it.' Randy closed his eyes, giving a shake of his head.
"Yeah...just wiped." John mumbled. "We had quite the evening."
"Okay, Baby...just worried about you...once we get home I'll make up a soothing soak for you like I learned at the hotel." Randy told him.
John's eyes fluttered open. "You don't remember anything?"
Randy lowered his head. Why did something in him feel ashamed? "No." He almost whispered.
John looked a little taken back. He thought Randy had been in the background. "Well, it was nice. Brandon took me to a new place...looked like an old warehouse but the people were much better. We watched a scene and met another gay couple...a man named Sir James and his boy Lee. They were both very nice."
"Glad you had a good time...I guess Colorado will be our home base for scene fun?" Randy commented.
John nodded. "Sir James gave Brandon a card. Brandon said he would be in touch. He restrained me in only my thong and worked me over while a bunch of people watched." John's voice grew thick. "He made me cum in front of them in my thong and then took me here to fuck me."
"So, I am know as him there...I'll need to keep that in mind if I ever get to play." Randy commented.
"Yes, Sir Brandon." John nodded. "Sir James offered to give Brandon pointers...then after he saw how good he was with a whip he said he could hardly believe he is a novice."
"I guess some people are just naturals." Randy commented as he moved from the bed.
John watched Randy carefully. He had expected the younger man to get aroused when he told him what happened in the club but instead he seemed almost detached. "Everything okay?"
"Yeah...just feel...I don't know how to explain it...out of sorts?" Randy tried to explain but felt it didn't sound right.
"Are you upset we left you out? I didn't mean to, Daddy." John moved to sit on the edge of the bed.
"I don't think so...I did ask...just feels odd the last thing I remember was talking about the cuff and starting to dress...next I know I'm waking up in some dingy motel room." Randy tried to explain.
John nodded. His own eyes lowered slightly. Why did he feel almost like he cheated on his boyfriend suddenly? "Okay...guess I'll go wash." He felt like an idiot for gushing on about the night before.
"Just a quick one so we can get checked out and we can get properly cleaned at home." Randy told him. John nodded. He walked to the bathroom for a quick wash down. He felt almost ashamed and cheap by Randy's reactions where there had been only bliss.
Randy moved to dress. He was determined to learn what he could to give John more. 'You can't replace me.' "You didn't need to shut me." Randy whispered. 'You would have flaked. He loved every moment of it...why did you need to rain on the parade now?' "Excuse me for feeling lost and left out of things...he is my boyfriend after all." 'Our boyfriend.' "Well, remember it is both of us." Randy faintly snapped. "You almost always see through my eyes...let me in on it too."
John came out of the bathroom after only a few moments. He hurried to dress in his club gear from the night before. There was no underwear as the thong was dirty. Randy looked at John. "I'm sorry, Baby...I want to be more engaged with all of this."
John nodded. "I just feel odd...it was the best night out I ever had...now I feel like I did something wrong."
Randy got up, moving over to John. He lifted John's chin and leaned down to kiss him. "You did nothing wrong. I'm glad it was a good outing."
John nodded. He pointed to the dirty thong on the bed. "Should I toss that? Brandon said it may be needed later."
"Yeah...I think he was debating gagging you with it...but that would be gross now." Randy commented. John's face flushed and cock twitched at the visual as he nodded and moved to throw it away. Randy chuckled. "Maybe some other time."
"Yes, Daddy." John said thickly. "I'm ready to go."
"Okay, Baby...um...did I check in alone? I have no clue if he already handled it." Randy commented. 'It's paid cash, just leave the key and drive off.' Randy sighed, closing his eyes. "Never mind we can go." He headed for the door. John followed Randy outside in the early morning sunlight. He gave a slight yawn.
"You can nap on the ride home." Randy told him as he looked around then spotted his SUV. He moved over, unlocking it to get in the driver's side.
John climbed into the passenger's side. He almost passed out once the vehicle was on the road. Randy focused on the road as John slept. Once he reached the house he felt almost bad waking John but reached over to lightly shake him. John grumbled, stirring. "Mmm?"
"We're back home, Babe." Randy told John. John grumbled but moved to get out of the vehicle. "Somebody is a grumpy Baby." Randy joked before he went to open the door. "Go rest in the downstairs room for now...when you get up I'll prepare the bath."
"Bite me." John joked. He winced as he walked. " Brandon is awesome but he sucks at aftercare. "
"Watch it or I just might." Randy told him. "And I'll handle aftercare. Remember how soothing the oil in the bath was at the hotel? I found out what they used."
"Okay...I know you haven't had any fun with me yet since I arrived...we'll have our time later, Daddy." John said.
"Okay." Randy smiled. "When you wake up you want the bath first or food?"
"Bath." John groaned as he walked to the downstairs bedroom.
Randy walked with John to help him get situated. "Try to rest well." He told John, giving him a light kiss.
John pulled off the mesh shirt as it smelled like sweat from the night before and the pants, leaving him nude. Deep welts and bruises covered his back and ass. "Okay, Daddy." Randy gathered the clothing and left John to rest. He threw the shirt to wash and he then went to his room to strip as well he set the leather to the side to have cleaned later. He then went to take a quick shower. He felt so awake and didn't know why. He thought he would have been tired like John was. After he was dried, he slipping gym shorts and moved to the living room to watch TV as he waited.
John didn't walk into the room until hours later. He looked at the sitting Randy. "Hey...Sorry I slept so long." The older man was still nude as his clothing was upstairs.
Randy looked over and got up. "It's fine, Babe...let's get that bath started for you." He ignored the rumble of his stomach for now.
John heard the faint sound. "You need to eat. I can hear your stomach from over here."
"I could have eaten while you slept...I can wait I made you a promise." Randy insisted.
John sighed. "Okay, Daddy." He moved to head upstairs, giving Randy a view of his ass.
Randy followed John, making a faint groan like sound as he followed John seeing the marks. John paused at the top of the stairs. "You okay, Daddy?"
Randy gave a nervous cough. "Yeah fine, Baby...um...enjoying the view."
"It's pretty bruised right now to admire." John said as he walked.
"Hot sight." Randy told him.
"Thanks. I got worked over good. You should have seen me facing the crowd...my thong was wet after I lost control from the spanking and filled it." John said thickly.
"I guess a part of you liked the embarrassment?" Randy commented and slightly questioned.
John gave a nod. "He did ask first...I was so worked up I didn't care."
"You're finding parts of yourself you didn't even knew were there Hmm?" Randy pondered as he moved around John to head for the bathroom to begin filling the large tub and add the needed oils.
John nodded. "Yeah...the sub who got worked before me...Lee got off too...He was naked."
"But you had the thong on because we don't want to show off all your goods." Randy commented with a smirk. "Although having you parade around the house naked is sexy."
"I'm wearing something...my collar." John joked.
"Ha ha ha." Randy replied dryly as he checked the water and shut it off. "Okay, Baby...you may want to remove it so the water doesn't damage it."
John moved to take off the collar and set it aside. He slowly sank down in the water with a relaxed sigh. "Thanks...feels good."
"Good...was hoping I got the oil right." Randy told John. He moved to sit on the edge of the tub.
"Brandon should video some of our play sessions for your pleasure." John chuckled as he shifted.
"Most clubs don't allow that." Randy told John. "So I would have to be the room you are building...or this Sir James' place if he is okay with it."
John nodded. "I'll talk to Brandon about it. He is my Sir...but you are my Daddy." He looked at Randy's wrist. "Where is your cuff?"
"On my dresser. I took it off before my shower." Randy told him.
John nodded. "Okay, Daddy." He leaned back and enjoyed the water. "Brandon might seem to know more about dominating me...but you give better aftercare...two sides are needed."
"Just as long as I get some fun too at times." Randy commented.
"Of course, Daddy. Anytime you want." John assured him.
"Good thing you have the sex drive of a teenager." Randy laughed. "Just hope my body can hand the drive of two men." He gave a dry chuckle.
John laughed at that. "It seems to hold up just fine."
"For now...I just don't want to feel mentally neglected because I am physically satisfied...does that makes sense?" Randy wondered.
"Huh?" John turned to look Randy's way.
Randy shook his head. "Nevermind, Baby."
"No...please explain." John insisted.
"I'm not sure how to." Randy admitted.
John looked down, thinking. He finally spoke. "Are you saying...when I'm with Brandon...your body gets release...but your mind doesn't feel that connection?"
"If I am shut out from it like I was last night." Randy sighed.
"Sorry...really. I didn't want you to feel left out." John said honestly. "You are my boyfriend...maybe it's wrong of me to ask for Brandon."
"Well, in a way they are both me...It's confusing I know." Randy replied.
John's eyes grew confused as he went silent. He had no idea how to act or respond. "It's okay, Baby...I know it's confusing." Randy moved to stroke John's head. "How about you relax and let the water do it's job and I'll go cook?"
John gave a nod. "Sure...thanks."
Randy moved to kiss the top of John's head before he went to leave the room. When he left he first moved to the room he made he hang out spot after John was shot. He went to the cabinet to get the vaporizer. 'What you want to shut me now? What don't you want to tell him? Don't forget I'm in your head, think you can really hide things?' "Maybe I want some time with only one voice running in there." Randy replied as he powered it up taking the first drag. He moved to sit in the recliner he had in there taking a few more hits. Once he had the amount he needed he shut it off and put everything away and headed down to the kitchen.
John felt confused as he sat in the water. Randy told him to choose which side he wanted...that he wouldn't be offended...then he seems upset. He wished he could be in Randy's head. Randy cooked up mushroom and cheese omelets along with sausage patties. He plated them up and placed them on a tray with juice before heading upstairs. He rested the tray on the dresser before going to check on John. John was lost in his thoughts when he heard Randy come in. He moved to slowly stand. "Think I'm ready to get out."
Randy moved for a towel. "Okay, Baby...I made you breakfast in bed." He smiled as he moved to offer John a hand out.
John took the hand and stepped out. "Thanks...um, I'm not going to ask for Brandon anymore. If you want to offer it that's different."
"Only if you're sure, Baby." Randy told him. "I'm worried he may get jealous."
John paused. "I'm sure." He said quietly. He moved to grab a towel to dry off.
"I don't know what to do." Randy commented more to himself then to John before he realized it.
John looked at Randy fully. "What do you mean?"
Randy looked at John, realizing he spoke out loud. He bit his lip, unsure how to respond. "The food's gonna get cold." Randy went to move from the bathroom.
"Ran, please." John said as he walked behind the younger man. " I feel you are hiding something from me. "
Randy stopped once in the bedroom, closing his eyes. "I fear a repeat of what happened. I fear him trying to become the main personality." He tried to swallow a lump he felt in his throat.
"But doesn't he come forward to help you cope with stress?" John asked. " I thought he took over before because you wanted me and I refused you. "
"Yeah...sort of...it's like he is evolving past that though." Randy told John. "He came out because I had no way to keep him locked up at that point. He is my explosive anger. I had my anger managed because of was smoking." Randy gave a sigh. "I am only saying all of this because I smoked before I went to cook. He can't pick up what we are saying right now."
"But why are you so angry he's taking over?" John looked lost. " You have me...your job back...everything. "
Randy opened his eyes, looking at John. There wasn't anger there but fear. "If he takes over...like he did when he did those things...where would I go?"
"I don't know." John lowered his head. " I'm sorry, Ran. I shouldn't have kept asking for him...bringing him out. It was wrong and stupid. "
"It's not your fault, Baby...I offered. It started that we...um I guess you can say cohabitated. It just seems more and more I am losing pockets of time which means he is fully closing me out. I don't know how he does it...but he does." Randy tried to explain.
"Maybe you should just keep smoking regularly." John said at last. He tried not to feel sad.
"Yeah maybe." Randy replied simply. "Go get comfortable and I'll bring your plate over. I hope orange juice is okay." John moved to sit. He knew he had to hide his feelings on the subject to keep Randy safe. He kept picturing the way Brandon took charge in the club...how confident he had been. Randy grabbed one plate and the juice bringing it over to John. "Here you go, Baby."
"Thanks." John nodded. He tucked into his food while his mind raced. Randy moved for his food and sat. He started to eat at times glancing at John seeing he seemed distracted. He had a thought in his mind but feared saying it...or was it more fear of the answer.
"Food's good." John commented after a while. " Thanks again. "
"You're welcome, Johnny." Randy replied. The men ate quietly. There seemed to be a tension in the room from things left unsaid. "You like him more than me don't you?" Randy stated more than asked as the silence felt almost choking.
John looked shocked. "Of course not, Ran...it's a different type of relationship...I love you...with him he's like a strict Dom."
"I'll try to learn if you want, Johnny. Do you think I am being paranoid?" Randy asked.
"I don't know...this is way over my head." John admitted. " You can't learn, Ran. You're either a strict Sir or you're not...I've watched you...you're not like him. It's fine though...there are more important things. " Randy lowered his eyes trying to focus back on his plate and the food that was left. John slowly stood. "Maybe I should get dressed...we could go do something."
"What would you like to do?" Randy asked.
"Maybe a walk or something?" John offered after a moment. Something about the older man seemed off. Minutes ago he had looked forward to a life with his boyfriend and Dom. Brandon taking him to see Lee and Sir James. ..pushing him to awaken his submissive side. Now it seemed over. He wished it had never began.
"Yeah sure...Guess I need more clothing myself then." Randy finished his plate and went to put it on the tray before looking for better clothing to wear for a walk. John walked to look for clothing. He dressed in his usual boxers, shorts, and t-shirt. Randy took the dishes down to wash them as he waited on John.
John realized he left his collar in the bathroom. Feeling unsure, he left it and walked down to meet Randy. Why did he feel so damn empty? Randy heard as John approached him. He looked over, seeing something off in the older man's eyes. "Sure you want to go out?"
"Yeah, just need some air I guess." John replied. Randy nodded and they got their shoes on to head out. Randy had a pocketknife he put in his pocket just to feel safer. The whole time they were out he could tell John was not in the moment. The almost boyish nature seemed almost gone. He knew this couldn't continue. He knew what John said, but he also knew what he was seeing. John may love him, but he also had fallen for Brandon. Brandon was the one that started this whole thing when he abducted John. Brandon was the one that woke those feeling in John. The feelings of loving a man as well as the love of pain. Could he compromise with his own mind?
The walk was quiet almost strained as both men were in their own thoughts. They returned home and went to watch TV. John said the walk tired him out some, guessing he was more worn out then he realized. Randy told him it was okay to go take another nap if he needed it. John nodded, actually moving to the downstairs room to be alone with his thoughts. Randy shook his head, moving to the master bedroom. He sighed as he moved to lay down and close his eyes as he focused on having a talk with himself.
Randy saw himself sitting in that empty room with the other chair. "I know you can hear me."
Brandon could be seen coming from the darkness at the edges of the room. He moved to the other chair sitting. "Well, now I can." He bit back sarcastically. "I don't like you doing that."
"Well, now you know the feeling of not existing." Randy told him.
"I knew that for years...Remember!" Brandon yelled back as his face hardened.
Randy sighed, looking down. "Hey, you were getting out of hand. We were lashing out at the smallest of things. I'm lucky you didn't land us in jail sooner." Randy scrubbed a hand over his head and the back of his neck. "I needed you when I was younger. I'm not that scared kid anymore though. I no longer needed you to fight my battles so you started to come out whenever you felt like it and you just felt rage. Instead of needing you to help when I was scared it was you I started to be scared of."
"So what...you shut me off...going to try to lock me away?! I won't allow that!" Brandon yelled.
"Not if we can come to an agreement." Randy told him, looking back up. "You promise not to fully shut me out again I won't do it to you."
"You doing this for him aren't you?" Brandon asked, with a tilt of his head.
"You know I am...as you said before you are in my head. He wants us both...both parts of me even if he won't admit it because he loves me. I also know even if you don't fully get the concept somehow you love him too. If it wasn't for you neither of us would have him. I would be wrong to deny that. You allow me to experience and observe...I won't shut you out. You close me again without good reason then I will lock you." Randy told him in what he hoped was a reasoning manner.
Brandon drew a deep breath but slowly nodded. "Fine, but that also means when I am in control you don't try to stop me from treating John how I feel he wants unless you honestly think I would cause him grave harm. Which I doubt you do or we wouldn't be having this talk. You saw the shape he was in today. I know it scared you, but he then told you he loved it."
Randy slowly nodded. "True...you need to learn to tend to him afterwards though."
"But you're so good at that." Brandon replied with slight sarcasm. The two sides talked more until slowly the scene faded into nothingness and Randy drifted to a dreamless sleep.