(Thank you all so much for your feedback and support. Just a little side explanation about the term Daddy often used in our stories for Randy. I noticed it seems to offend a few of our readers. The term Daddy used in the leather/gay community is in no way meant to be related to pedophile activities. Years ago in the leather community there existed two types of Doms/Dommes: Sir/Master and Lady/Mistress. Over the years the term Master/Mistress began to feel too harsh for some in the lifestyle so the whole Daddy/Mommy Baby Boy/ Baby Girl thing began. A Daddy/Mommy is a type of Dom who is more soft and loving than a traditional Master/Mistress. They love, cherish, protect, chasten, and guide their submissive like a parent would. Many leather clubs will ask you if you identify as a Sir/Master/Daddy for reference. Randy in our stories is normally depicted as a softer version of a Dom with John. Because of that, we feel the term Daddy fits him well. If it offends you I am sorry. But I assure you it is quite normal in the LGBT and leather community. I call my wife/Dom Jade Mommy because she fits the loving type as well. I hope this helps a little. If it still bothers you I am sorry but we enjoy using the loving terms.) Rose
John drove a short way until he reached a small local pool hall. It was a cozy looking place with the lights on brightly and music playing. John cut the engine and grinned. "You'll like this place, Ran. Marc and I have been coming here since high school. Good food and cool people."
"No static about being famous?" Randy asked.
"Nah...some of our buddies like to rib John about his actually remembering the little guys...but it's all in good fun." Marc told him. John hopped out of the car and waited on the other two. He rubbed a spot off the side door as he waited.
Marc laughed as he got out. "I'm surprised you don't polish the thing with a cloth diaper." Randy got out, walking around to join them.
"Oh, shut up." John laughed as they walked into the place. It was your typical small town pool hall with everything from pool tables to a fully stocked bar. Music played and people ate and chatted.
"I'll go secure us a table." Marc told the guys, heading off.
"I guess we order food?" Randy asked John.
John nodded. "I'll order...what you want?" He pointed at a menu on the wall.
"I can slack I guess. You mentioned good burgers and fries." Randy told him.
"Yeah...cheeseburger with the works? Iced tea?" John guessed.
"Yeah, sweet if they have it." Randy told him.
John walked over to the cook, standing behind the counter. "Hey, Bill! I'll have three cheeseburger plates with the works...three large sweet teas too." John smiled at the older man.
The man looked over with a big smile. "Hey, Johnny...came out of your ivory tower hmm?" He laughed. "Have a table assignment or you paying out right?"
"I'll pay now. I finally got a few days off to visit my folks." John pulled out his wallet.
"Okay...let's see...Thirty for it all. You can pay when you get them...need about fifteen for the fries." The older man told him. "Jenny's been asking about you." He laughed. "Poor thing is still heartbroken."
"She's a sweetheart...I'm shocked some local guy hasn't been after her." John grinned as he pocketed his wallet.
"I know...someday...well, I'll call when it's ready." Bill smiled before he turned back to the grill.
Marc found Randy and they moved to the pool table they got assigned to them that had a pub table nearby for eating. John walked to join them. "Ordered three platters with the works, Guys. Bill said around 15 for the fries."
"Sounds good...sometimes I wonder if he will ever retire..then again Jerry is the same way." Marc laughed. "Well, go grab some cues and I'll rack us up." He told them as he moved to set the table. John nodded and walked to grab one for each of the guys. A short time passed with John making snarky remarks to his cousin. At one point when it was his turn he bent over the table in a slightly suggestive way, grinning to himself as Randy was right behind him.
Randy smirked shaking his head. "You're just asking for it, Baby."
"God, we don't want to see that shit." Someone at another table called out, but Randy didn't think anything about it. John didn't hear the guys over the music. He just gave Randy a dimpled grin and shook his ass slightly before making the move, hitting a ball into the left side.
"Focus on the shot and not on me, Babe." Randy told him. Marc was laughing when their order was called.
"Want me to get it, Cuz?" He called out to John.
"Sure. Thanks." John nodded. He laughed at Randy. "You just don't want me to kick your ass."
"Hey, Cuz!" John called to the retreating Marc. "Just a minute." He reached for his wallet and pulled out two twenty dollar bills, handing them over.
Marc came back. "Oh, I was gonna have he tack it on the table rental...but okay." He took the money and took off.
"If I thought you would beat my ass I wouldn't tell you to watch the shot instead of trying to put a show on for me" Randy told John as Marc left.
"You know this is a pool hall not a bath house right?" Someone shouted over and Randy's eyes narrowed, knowing it was aimed their way. He moved his head to look around for the source.
John heard it that time and looked the direction of the table. He saw three guys sitting together. "There an issue?" He asked calmly as he walked closer to them.
One man got up that looked almost like a classic skin head type guy that was about the size of Roman. "Yeah, we came here to enjoy a night without needing to see you fags making googly eyes at each other."
Randy took a deep breath as he moved to stand by John if not slightly in front of him. "And we came out to enjoy a good night without a couple bigots causing a big stick because they can't mind their own business."
John's eyes narrowed at the men. "If I want to make eyes at my husband that's my affair. I've seen guys like you in here smack a girl's ass and get to second base in front of everyone. Maybe I don't want to see that."
"Awe, does the little queen have thin skin?" The man mocked.
"I think the beauty parlor around the corner is still open for you bitches." Another man commented. Randy closed his eyes, lightly balling his fists, trying to calm down. He didn't want to say or do something that would get them in trouble.
Before he could Jerry made his way over who was one of the owners. "Is there a problem, Boys?" The older man addressed the three men.
"Yeah...since when do you let faggots in here? This a gay bar now?" Another of the men asked, pointing at John.
"It's not a gay bar...but we don't exclude people unless they are causing trouble." Jerry told them calmly. "Now why don't you three...gentlemen got back to focusing on your game and leave them alone. If you want I can see if there is a different table open I can move you to."
"Why the hell should we need to move?" The first man asked Jerry we were here first. "Get the fag to move somewhere out of our sight...we don't need to see that rainbow shit."
John's jaw was tight with rage as he looked at them. "Look...I just wanted to have a good time with my cousin and husband. Let's not start any trouble here tonight. Do I look like a helpless bitch to you?"
Jerry looked over at John. "It's fine, John...you guys return to you game." He looked back at the other men. "Dave, I think you and your buddies have had enough and need to head out. I warned you before about causing trouble in here."
"You must be fucking joking me." The second guy spoke up.
"I'm not and watch your mouth. Now, gather up and get out." Jerry told them. The men grumbled but moved to go. John turned away and walked back to the pool table. He was shaking slightly with rage.
Marc was looking from the table. "Do I wanna know?"
"Not really...just homophobic jerks." Randy sighed. He looked at John. "I think it was still your shot..or do you want to eat while the food is hot?"
"Let's eat." John mumbled, moving to sit. He looked beyond pissed but tried to calm.
"Sorry, Babe...we know they are everywhere." Randy sighed as he moved to sit. It was a few minutes when Jerry came over by their table.
"You boys okay?" He asked them.
"Yeah...just words...they sting...but sadly it happens." Randy told him.
"It shouldn't have to." Jerry replied. "You boys stay as long as you want and don't worry about the table fees."
"Thanks, Jerry." John offered the man a smile, looking up. "I love coming here...not your fault there are a few bad apples."
"Thanks, John...you know Dave wasn't always that way." Jerry told him. "You also know I hate turning people away unless it is with good cause."
John nodded. "Of course." They enjoyed their meal and then played a few more rounds of pool. "Daddy...we should go soon...I'm ready for a good pounding." John whispered in Randy's ear at one point.
Randy chuckled, shaking his head."Okay. Let's finish this last match...that cool with you, Marc?"
"Yeah, I think I'm getting a little tired anyways." Marc told them. They finished up and cleaned up, checking out the table time even with the bill already covered. When they walked into the cool night air John was in a good mood. He pulled out his keys and neared the vehicle. A light shone down from a nearby street lamp. Marc and Randy walked behind John actually joking for a change when Marc froze in his tracks. "Oh, fuck." He almost whispered with a gasp as the street light showed the the clear coating on parts were scratched and other even deeper.
"What?" John asked as his side was dark in shadows. He moved around to Marc and almost fainted at the sight. "S-Someone fucking keyed my car!" His voice was a mix of shock and rage.
Marc bit his lip. "Cuz...just take a deep breath."
"Fuck, Babe...I'm sorry." Randy commented as he went to look.
John started to shake as he looked his precious car over. "This was my baby! It was still in its original condition!" He pointed at the word Faggot carved into the side. "It was those assholes from earlier! They want a fight with me so be it!" He stormed down the now empty street. "Come on, Bastards! Show yourselves!"
"Fuck." Marc exclaimed running after John. Randy was a few steps behind as he was looking for added damage. Marc tried to grab John's arm. "Come on! I'm sure they're long gone."
"No! I've taken enough from shits like them!" John exclaimed. "They ruined my perfect baby! I don't give a shit if I get in trouble!" He moved to push his cousin away.
"John...file a report with the police...it's not worth jail!" Marc exclaimed. "You don't even know where they are." Randy caught up with them. "Babe...he's right you know...You can get it fixed."
"No I can't! It won't be the same! I'm sure they're hanging around close by laughing!" John's fists clenched. "Come out and fight me you fucks!"
Randy grabbed John's other arm. "Come on, Babe...with all your contacts in the car world I'm sure you know or can find at least one guy that can match the classic color."
"Let go!" John jerked away from them both. "I've been through so much shit lately. Time to take back my balls." He moved to try to walk more.
"John, don't make me do something you will regret." Randy yelled after him.
John just ignored him and kept walking. Marc shook his head. "I knew he'd flip his shit when he saw the car. He has a long fuse but when it blows watch out. There's no stopping his ass. He'll regret it later."
Randy sighed, chasing after John until he could get in front of him. "It's not worth jail." He told John. When John tried to move around him he grab John pulling him into almost a bear hug. "Now calm down and clear your head."
"Let go!" John struggled. Marc came up behind them. "Man, we gotta get out of the street. This looks bad. Can you take him home and tie him up or something?" He tried to laugh.
"That might get him more riled." Randy replied. "Can you get his keys from his pocket?"
John struggled as Marc pulled the keys from John's pocket. "Got them." John jerked in Randy's hold. "I have handcuffs at home." Marc offered.
John made a face. "Ewe...Cuz."
Marc scoffed. "It's from a Halloween outfit, you freak."
Randy smirked before he moved to pick John up, putting him over his shoulder. "You drive." He told Marc. "Just get to the car and open the back."
Marc moved to hurry to the car. "Put me down, Ran!" John warned as he struggled.
"No." Rany stated as he walked. "You're acting like a child so you are being treated like one."
"I'm not acting like a child! I have a right to be pissed!" John shouted.
"Of course you do...but it's not worth going to jail...plus you have no clue where they even are?" Randy told him. "Now stop struggling before you make me fall." John didn't listen but struggled all the way back to the car. Marc had the back door open and was in the front seat by that point. John was sweating and cursing them all. Randy tried not to stumble as he put John inside and followed with himself sitting in the back. "Let's go." Randy sighed.
John gave Randy an angry shove once he was seated. "You had no fucking right to do that! I'm a grown man not some kind of pet dog!" He shouted in outrage. It was like his feelings of anger and helplessness over the past few weeks had bottled up and the car was the last straw. Marc hurried to start the car and pull out.
"Actually as your husband it is my job to try not to have you do something you will regret. If you had found them then what? You would have been in jail or a hospital...then good chance you would get suspended. Good chance it would have made all the dirt sheets." Randy countered, ignoring the shove.
"I don't give a fuck!" John snapped. His eyes felt misty in the car. He was so tired of being attacked and pushed around. He went silent and just looked out the window the rest of the way home. Marc tried not to sigh. Randy closed his eyes, feeling a headache. He wouldn't admit it but his shoulder ached from carrying John with one arm. He lightly tried to rotate the shoulder to loosen it. John's head was turned away and didn't even move. His body shook slightly as he just was lost in his own thoughts. He couldn't even enjoy one night out without one of his favorite cars being destroyed.
Randy couldn't wait to get back to the house. The stress just felt like it kept building. He wanted to hold John and comfort him but he worried John would shove him away or even hit him. When they reached the house John could not even look at the car. He got out and walked almost numbly inside and to the bedroom. Marc watched him go and seemed worried. "Ran, shoot straight with me. What's up with John? He looked like hell when he got here and I've never seen him this bad."
Randy looked at him. "Just stress at work...and all the rumors. I think this was the final straw. I know his family will want time with him and stuff...can you help me out and make sure he gets at least a couple days to rest?"
Marc nodded. "I'll try my best. But you saw how stubborn he is. John is not a guy who can be controlled."
"Yeah, I know...even if you bring video games and play as he passes out on the couch." Randy told him. "Hey, get the car put away...take photos of the damage. I know the owners knew at least one guy...Dave. They can't get scot free. I'll try to look up restorers later."
Marc nodded. "Sure thing...it was John's favorite car here. He jumped on me once because I washed it wrong." He moved to do as Randy asked.
"I'll figure a way to get his baby back in good shape. Night, Marc." Randy told him before he headed upstairs. When Randy reached the room, John was stripped and laying on his side. Unlike his normal almost OCD type neatness his clothing lay scattered on the floor. Randy removed his shirt before moving into the bed next to John. He moved closer to drape his arm over John's middle.
John didn't say a word. He just lay quietly. He felt so angry and helpless, a feeling that he did not like. His life was ruled by Stephanie and Kane to the point he had to wear a plastic cage on his manhood if ordered. He had no say in anything and now this mess when he just wanted to relax. Angry tears burned his eyes in the still of the room. "Babe...I'm sorry...I'm sorry your car got damaged...I'm sorry I said you were acting like a child...I'm sorry I carried you and forced you into the car. I am not sorry though for trying to look out for you and try to protect you. I know you been through and still go through a lot of shit because of me...I can at least try to look out for you when I can." Randy whispered before kissing John's shoulder.
"I know." John said in a low tone after a moment. "Just so tired of feeling like a victim...never being able to fight back. I just wanted a nice evening out...that was my favorite car."
"I know, Babe...I'll take care of it. You know from fixing other babies there are some good restorers that will make it like new. I thought we had a pretty decent evening." Randy told John, kissing his shoulder again before trying to move towards John's neck.
"Until we were called queens and bitches." John said in an angry tone. "I've seen guys flat out humping chicks in there...yet we make them sick."
"And others stood up for us." Randy told John. "We had fun for a few hours after that."
John just sighed. "I feel so tired, Daddy. Mentally and physically. How much more before I break for good?"
"I know, Babe me too...but we are both strong...we can do this." Randy told John as he moved to lay his head back down.
"I think I'll take a raincheck on the sex. Night." John said after a few minutes.
"Yeah, Babe...sure...night." Randy replied before he moved from the bed to strip down. He went to wash down before getting back into the bed.
John laid in the darkness for hours. He just could not get his mind off the laughing faces of the men. Thinking of his car made him want to bash some heads in. He may not be able to do anything about Stephanie or Kane but he could the homophobic jerks. He heard Randy's deep breathing so John carefully climbed out of bed. He dressed in the dark room before walking quietly out. Once in the main room, he grabbed the keys to one of his quieter more modern cars and walked out into the night air. Once on the road again John made the drive back to the pool hall. He asked around about the guy named Dave until one patron told him the gang of men liked to hang out in a building down the street. A part of John knew he was being a fool but he was too pissed off to listen. He parked in front of a rundown looking building and hopped out, walking to bang on the door. He could hear music inside. It was a while before the door opened. Instead of one of the bigger guys John saw tonight at the hall instead he was greeted by a busty redhead in a crop top and a leather mini-skirt. "Hey there." She smiled. Her eyes looked glassy as if she was drunk or high. "What can I do for you?" She asked as she braced her hand on the door frame, looking at John.
"I'm looking for Dave." John said, trying to keep his tone even.
"Dave?...Dave...um...one moment." She commented. She shut the door and some shouting was heard,but the words were hard to hear over the music. John tried to wait although a part of him wanted to barge inside. He didn't want to accidently hurt an innocent woman. The door opened a moment later by the same woman. "He said come on in...he's in the back." She roughly motioned. John walked inside and followed the direction the woman pointed to. He tried not to feel afraid but knew he had to be a man and stand up.
Dave was sitting at a table playing poker with three other men as other stood around. The smell of smoke and booze filled the air. Dave shifted his eyes, seeing John then back down at his cards. "What you want fruitcake?" He sneered.
"Which one of you keyed my car?" John asked coldly. "That car cost more than you all make in a year combined. Somebody's gonna pay."
"Awe...someone damaged your little ride? And you just assumed it was one of us?" Dave laughed as he set his cards down.
He looked and motioned for a couple guys to block the door. "We told you right to your face what we thought of you. Maybe your kind isn't as well like in your home as you thought."
John's jaw tightened. "No...you're just a bunch of assholes. If you think I'm such a weak little bitch maybe you should face me like a man. I'll take you to school, Boy."
"Yeah?" Dave laughed. "Sure."
"Well, let's go outside...just you and me. Do I look like a weak little twink to you?" John got a little closer.
"Out back." Dave told John. There were some mumbles and grumbles but Dave motioned them down. John moved to follow Dave out. He may wrestle for a living but John knew he could hold his own in a fight. He had been a bouncer in a club when he was younger. The back of the place was dimly lit and looked littered with items. Dave smirked and motioned toward John. "Okay, you want to show you're big stuff...don't even have you fairy of a husband to show off for." He laughed.
"He's not a fucking fairy. He's a world famous athlete!" John snapped. He took a fighting stance, moving in to place a timed hit to Dave's jaw. Dave snapped his head to the side but responded aiming for a gut shot. John was quick to move out of the way. "That all you got, Homey?" He mocked. He threw another punch at Dave's jaw. Dave saw it coming this time and moved. The next went for John's ribs. John grunted as the hit caught him. It hurt but the pain only made him angrier. He charged the man, almost catching him in a spear like Roman. As John hit him, Dave actually grabbed a hold to have John tumble with him to the rough ground. As he held John he tried to land knees where ever they would go.
John grunted as he knee caught him in the eye. He could not see for a few minutes but he landed punches blindly where he could. Dave gasped with a few good hits before landing a low blow and stumbling back. John cried out in pain at the piercing agony to his manhood. "T-That's dirty as fuck." He gasped out, trying to get his bearings.
Dave walked back over, stomping a foot down on John's chest. "You said you wanted a fight...not to dance. Now, get the fuck out of here before either I or one of my boys guts ya." He moved his foot away, kicking John in the side.
John felt an explosion of pain when the boot connected with his side. His vision was blurry as he forced himself to his feet. He dragged himself from the room, holding his side as he walked. It hurt to breathe. Dave laughed as he followed John back inside. "Let him through, Boys." He saw as John stumbled. "Yo, Joey, show our guest the way out."
"Don't fucking touch me." John hissed as he walked through the room. He made it to his car but realized he was in too much pain to drive home. His right eye was swollen shut, his ribs felt bruised if not broken. He sighed and placed a call to Marc.
"Hello?" Marc yawned.
"C-Cuz...I need help." John gasped. "I went looking for the shit who trashed my car. We got in a fight...my eye is swollen shut and I think my rib may be broken. I need a ride home." He gave the location of the building.
"Fuck, Cuz...I'll be right there...um...we can't get both cars back...unless you want me to grab a cab?" Marc told him, worrying about leaving a second car near those thugs.
"Fuck it...I hate this...go wake up Randy." John groaned.
"Okay, be there as soon as we can...just try to stay low till we get there." Marc told him as he hopped from the bed and tried to get dressed.
John climbed into the car with a groan. His head was pounding and his groin still hurt like a bitch. "Need to get off, Cuz...keep your phone nearby." Marc told him as he hung up and rushed off.
John closed his eyes. He knew Randy would be pissed and upset when Marc woke him. "Great." He mumbled. Marc rushed to John's house, maybe even breaking the speed limit a few times. He got there and rushed in and up to the bedroom knocking, almost pounding on the door.
"What the fuck. John?" Randy grumbled, rolling over. "Keep the noise down...I know you're pissed...go to the gym." He moaned. He kept hearing the pounding and got up looking. "What the fuck?" He got from the bed and grabbed his robe, throwing it on. He tossed the door open. "What the hell...Marc where's the fire!?"
"John...help….Now." Marc panted.
"What is it?" Randy asked as he turned. "John your...Fuck!" He looked at Marc. "Please don't tell me…"
"He went after the gang...hurt...needs help." Marc was almost rambling.
"Fuck. Go down let me get dressed." Randy told him, shutting the door. He cursed to himself the whole time as he headed down and Marc drove him to the location. John was curled on his side in the front seat holding it. He hoped they arrived before the gang decided to come out and cause more trouble.
It took maybe an hour from the phone call for the guys to show up. Randy got out and moved to John's car. "Babe?" He opened the door. "Fuck, you should have called an ambulance instead of us."
"I'm not that bad. I walked out." John protested. He moved to slowly climb out of the car, holding his side.
"Give me the keys and get in the back." Randy told John, holding out his hand. John obeyed. He handed Randy the keys and climbed into the back with a groan. He could hardly see through the bad eye. As John got into the back there was a loud crash. Randy looked up and in the direction just in time to see Marc running. "Oh, fuck!" Randy yelled before he got into John's car and started it up. "I don't know to be proud or pissed at your cuz." Randy told John as he took off soon after Marc did.
"W-What he do?" John gasped out.
"Just a guess...he pulled an eye for an eye for your car." Randy told him. "I didn't see much...but I think he played dominos with the gang's bikes."
"Fuck." John actually laughed, coughing. " Never thought of doing that. "
"Would have saved a lot of pain." Randy tried to joke. "Now take it easy."
"S-Sorry, Daddy...had to do it." John said before going quiet .
"I understand." Randy sighed. "Should be there soon."
"My eye is swollen shut. I'll have a hell of a shiner." John said almost proudly.
Randy oddly laughed. "Just hope no damage to the socket or anything." They reached the hospital and pulled around to the ER. "Please tell me you have your wallet on you."
"Yeah." John nodded. He spent a few hours in the ER before he was allowed to go home. Thankfully, his rib was only bruised slightly and he had a noticeable swollen black eye. John was told to go home and rest. Randy drove him home once they thanked Marc for the help.
"Well, now you will have to rest." Randy told John on the ride home.
John grumbled in the backseat. "Rest is for old people."
"Tough shit." Randy replied. "You are fucking lucky. What did you think was going to happen?! You were going to go off alone and get them to apologize? They would gravel and say they were sorry then you would just sneak back home whistling dixie like nothing happened?"
"No...I thought I'd kick that Dave's ass and show them we aren't little bitches but he cheated with a low blow." John huffed.
"What, thought he would be a gentleman about it?" Randy asked. "Be glad they didn't roll on you."
John just sighed. "Sorry...I know it was stupid."
"Just glad it wasn't worse." Randy told him. He reached the house, pulling into the drive. John slowly walked into the house and to the bedroom. He stripped down for bed, trying not to wince. "I'll make a nice warm soak for you in the morning, Baby." Randy told him as he stripped down.
"You're so good to me. Better than I deserve." John smiled as he lowered down into bed.
"My job and pleasure, Babe." Randy replied as he cut the light and moved to his side of the bed.
"You can spank me later." John tried to laugh.
"You read my mind...once you heal. I was thinking you deserve to go over my knee for that stunt." Randy replied.
John gave a groan but it wasn't one of pain. "I do...deserve it. I'll take it like a good boy."
"I know you will, Babe...now try to get rest." Randy told John.
"Fuck, I'm never going to get laid." John moaned but closed his eyes.
"Well, maybe my last day here and you take the pain pills...then again the pain may turn you on." Randy chuckled.
John laughed then groaned from the pain. The two men tried to get some rest.