John came back a few minutes after Taker was gone. "Hey, Ran." He greeted.
Randy looked up shaken, from his thoughts. His face still looked faintly flushed. "Hey, Babe...done already or just a layover?"
"Done early...you running a fever?" John asked in concern. "Your face looks red."
"No...I'm fine, Babe...I...um just had." Randy pursed his lips. "Well, I just had an...interesting encounter with Taker." He licked his lips. "We need to talk."
John moved to sit down. "Okay...I'm listening."
When John sat it changed his field of vision that showed Randy's heated state. "I'm letting you know it will sound crazy, Babe."
John's eyes narrowed. "What the fuck? Taker was just here and you're tenting? What did you two talk about?"
"Different things." Randy told John. He then slowly began to fill John in on the whole conversation including Taker's 'parting trick'.
John looked stunned. He shook his head with a laugh. "This is crazy."
"Which part?" Randy asked. "The fact he wants to fuck me while you watch as some sort of odd therapy or the fact he can get you off without touching you and he gave me an example?"
"More the second part I guess. The first kind of makes sense." John admitted. "You sure you're not just attracted to him?"
"What, like power of suggestion?" Randy asked. "Not gonna say he's ugly...I was stunned and sort of flattered when he said he had a thing during our feud...but I'm not like that, Babe."
John nodded. "Okay...it is nice knowing there is someone else to talk to who knows the truth. You with Taker is a little...intriguing."
"Really?" Randy commented. "I...I didn't know how…." Randy cringed, holding his head. "Fuck...shut up!" He faintly snapped.
John jumped. "What?"
"Brandon hates me even en-entertaining the idea." Randy replied. The onset of the headache from Brandon's protest cooled any heat lingering in Randy's loins.
John looked annoyed. "We get it, Sir. You don't like it. You're giving my Daddy a headache."
"I...I think I need to lay down, Babe." Randy went to stand, almost stumbling.
John helped Randy to lay down in bed. "Just rest, Daddy."
"Yeah...can talk later, Babe." Randy commented, already closing his eyes. John looked concerned but gave Randy his space. He went to take a shower. Randy was out like a light before he could even fully grasp what happened.
John was a little annoyed at Brandon although he loved him. Then again, his macho possessive nature was what John loved about him. The next morning John headed out for another busy day of work. He had the evening off to spend with Randy. Randy was up checking different social media feeds. Among them was a slew of messages and tweets about John referring to him as Daddy. People were wondering if he was really coming back or were they being teased. He chuckled as he thought and began to type. 'Foes may have tried to cut the head off the viper but failed. Off to lick my wounds but will be back stronger.' He then added a photo that focused on an intense look of just his eyes. He waited an hour of reading more before he added another. 'Heaven help those against my Baby and me because there will be hell once I get back.'
John did not return until later that day. He walked into the suite, calling out. "Daddy, I'm home!"
Randy was out on the balcony looking at his phone. "Out here, Babe." Randy called back. He was on a lounge chair out there actually with his shirt off.
John walked out on the balcony with a smile. "Hey...saw your Tweets...my Twitter is blowing up."
"I was wondering if you did." Randy smiled, looking over. "Was it too much, not enough...just enough?"
"Nah, just enough to keep them wondering." John gave a dimpled grin. He pulled off his own shirt.
"The sun feels nice." Randy admitted, tucking his hands behind his head. "Guess I'll need to start hitting the arena work out rooms again."
"You look amazing." John moved to sit in a lounge chair. " You feel better after Brandon's headache yesterday? "
"Yeah...if we do this...he will need to deal...or take a nap his choice." Randy told John. "I think Taker is right. It would be therapeutic for us both."
"I agree...maybe seeing you willing with someone else will end the pain." John said quietly.
"Yeah, maybe." Randy wondered how he could enjoy sex with someone he didn't feel that way about, but then he remembered what Sean did you John. Taker was at least a friend that he trusted. "When do you think we should approach him about the idea?"
"We could ask him to come over tonight to talk...I have the night off." John stated. " He actually thinks he can get me off while I watch? "
"Well, that or he has very strong power of suggestion." Randy replied, taking a deep cleansing breath. "So, Brandon has a choice...sleep or just keep quiet." 'What if things get out of hand?' Randy sighed, rolling his eyes whispering. "I trust him...plus John is here." 'No offence to your Baby, but some help that was before.' "He's not going to be restrained. Not one more peep or I'm going for the bag." Randy replied firmly.
"I'll keep him safe, Sir." John told Brandon, hearing Randy.
Randy felt Brandon calm down. Randy slowly nodded. "Okay, Babe...go contact him."
John moved to place a call to Taker inside. He felt awkward when the older man answered. "Hey, Taker...It's John Cena."
Taker was watching TV when he answered, muting it. "Hey, John...what can I do for you?" He asked, giving the younger man his attention.
"Um...could you possibly come to our suite tonight?" John asked. " I'm off work. "
"Need to get some things off your chest, Champ?" Taker asked. "I take it Randy told you about my checking on you yesterday?"
"Yeah...um not exactly. Randy told me about your sexual offer...we talked it over and think it might be a good idea." John admitted.
"And thought sooner rather than later before one of you lose your nerve?" Taker asked, getting up. "How soon do you two want me to come over?"
"Maybe a few hours?" John paused again. " He...um, says you can get me off while I watch. "
"Yes…" Taker replied simply. "Without touching."
"How is that possible?" John asked, confused.
"Well, touching is easier...but I showed Randy I can without it. I somehow can affect the energy in people." Taker tried to explain.
"Fuck." John exclaimed. "I want your word on two things...one, you'll make Randy feel good and two, it's just sex and nothing more. Ran told me you had a thing for him years ago."
"I will do my best...that is the point of this...to show him how it can be." Taker replied. "As for the other...just a friends with benefits. Yeah, I thought he was hot, but it wasn't a love thing. I love women...men it's a lust thing." John heard a faint laugh. "Of course if things go good we can talk about repeats."
"That would be up to Daddy." John said honestly. "He listens to me...but he makes that decision."
"Of course. No pressure, John...I'll see you both in a few hours." Taker replied.
"Okay. See you." John ended the call. He told Randy about the conversation and they relaxed on the balcony for a few hours before eating dinner. John showered and dressed in a simple pair of gym shorts after they had eaten. "May I wear my collar, Daddy?" Somehow having the symbol of ownership on his neck made him feel better.
"Of course, Babe...go ahead and put it on. As I told you he is already aware of it." Randy had also showered and had shorts on. He figured if this was happening there was no point to a shirt.
John nodded and moved to put it on. It was only a few moments before a knock came to the door. John walked to open it and stepped aside so Taker could come in. "Come on in, Dead Man."
Taker walked inside dressed in simple jeans and a black tank top. His eyes took in the two men. "Evening, Boys." John closed the door, securing it.
"Evening, Taker." Randy commented from the couch as he began to feel nerves forming.
"Evening, Randy." Taker offered John a smile. "That's a nice collar...good workmanship. I've made a few to sell in my day."
John offered a small smile. "Thanks...I like it."
Taker had a small bag in his hand. "I have a slight idea...you said John enjoys restraints...may I restrain him as he watches...I feel it may help put the past behind him to equate them with pleasure and not pain."
Randy's breath hitched faintly. 'Still think he has your best interest in mind?' Randy closed his eyes, squeezing them shut a moment with a shaky breath. "Babe, I hate to do it...get my vaporizer please." He stood up, moving for the balcony doors. "Please excuse me a moment, Taker."
"If it's the other part I can block it if you wish. Choice is yours." Taker spoke simply.
Randy stopped, looking. 'Don't you dare.' Randy took a deep breath, thinking he warned him before. "You promise you can reverse whatever you do afterwards?"
"Yes." Taker said. "It's a temporary block I promise you."
Randy moved back over. "Okay then...I know John doesn't like my smoking." Taker closed his eyes. Mentally he pictured Brandon, almost seeing the angry man. He placed a wall to lock him in and keep him hidden. Randy felt a little dizzy and sat down, shaking his head.
"I saw him...I put a wall to lock him in. He's not happy but he's locked until I release him." Taker explained.
John looked a little worried. "Hope he's not too pissed."
"Me too." Randy replied. "Somehow he can lock me out if he wants." He explained.
"Maybe he'll see you're okay once it's over and calm down. I see his concern for John and it's admirable." Taker admitted.
"Thank you...I think he wasn't too fond of John being restrained just in case. I trust you though." Randy told Taker.
Taker nodded. "How do you boys feel about it?" He opened his bag to show some handmade leather restraints and a leather gag. "Of course the blindfold and gag would not be used so John could see and speak. I crafted these myself. It's rare finding someone who appreciates them."
Randy nodded. "It should be okay. What do you think, Babe...think you want to try it?"
John nodded slowly. If he couldn't trust Taker there was no one left. "I'll try. Sounds fun."
"Okay...so...now what?" Randy asked.
"Follow me." Taker said, moving to the bedroom. Both men followed him. Taker moved to pull a chair near the bed. "Can you strip, John? If you ever want to be freed at any time just tell me." John nodded and took off his shorts and boxers, stepping out of them. Taker's eyes glided over John before moving to the bag. "Take a seat if you wish." The younger man sat down as he waited.
Randy watched, still feeling the nerves. Taker pulled out some leather cuffs that were padded, He moved to cuff John's hands to each slat in the chair. "Feel okay, John?" John tested them and nodded. "Good." Taker began to strip himself. "Well, Randy. Strip when you're ready." Randy moved toward the bed before removing his shorts, his eyes moving to take in Taker's form. Taker was not as built as John or Randy but John had to give a small gasp when his cock came into view. It was as large as the rest of the man. Taker tried to hold back a chuckle at John's reaction. "How...um...how do you want me?" Randy asked.
"Your choice, Randy. If you want more casual maybe on your hands and knees so John can see." Taker began to stroke himself slowly.
"I heard it is easier too." Randy replied as he moved onto the bed.
"It is." Taker moved for the lube. "Would you like me to stretch you first?"
"Yes...please." Randy replied. He had to almost remind himself to breathe.
"Relax...I'll go slow." Taker added some lube to his fingers and moved behind Randy on the bed. He teased a thick finger at Randy's hole before pushing it in slowly.
Randy bit his lip, breathing through his nose. Even Taker's large fingers could be almost the size of a hot dog. "I know I have big fingers...I'll go slow." Taker assured him. He gave Randy time to adjust to him. John watched the scene, taking it all in.
"Okay...sorry too many...negative experiences." Randy admitted.
"Hey, I get that." Taker assured him. "We also both play the same side...it would be like me bottoming for the first time." He began to move the finger slowly.
"Th-that would be an interesting experience." Randy commented with a faint pant.
"Maybe sometime." Taker chuckled. He brushed over Randy's prostate, tapping the spot.
"Damn." Randy gasped, lowering his head as his cock twitch under him.
"Like that, Randy?" Taker repeated the action. "I can give you some of the pleasure you give to your Baby."
A faint low moan passed Randy's lips at the pleasurable jolts to his body. "Yeah, Randy...take it in." Taker added another finger and began to stretch the younger man. He gave a smirk in John's direction. "Just tell me when you want your Baby to start squirming."
"Wa-want to know ho-how he feels without the stim-stimulation for a while." Randy stated. "Talk to me, Babe."
"I'm okay, Daddy...you look so good." John said thickly. "Hearing your enjoyment makes it easier."
"Good." Randy did give a faint grunt as the stretching.
Taker pulled his fingers out and began to add lube to his hard cock. Having Randy like this was making him aroused. "You ready to take me, Randy?"
"Think as much as I'm going to be." Randy panted.
Taker climbed on the bed and lined the head of his cock before pushing in. He gave a heated sound. "This will be good." Heated energy began to make Randy's body tingle. Taker wanted Randy to associate being filled with lust and not pain.
"Oh, fuck." Randy moaned, lowering his head to the pillow. His hands gripped the sheets as his body stirred more and his cock thickened under him.
"Feel good, Randy?" Taker panted as he pushed in more. "Tell your Baby so he doesn't worry."
"Yeah...it does feel...good...fuck." Randy moaned out. He turned his head to look at John. "Li-Like seeing me like th-this, Babe?"
"Yeah...nice seeing you feel good." John replied thickly.
"Yeah." Randy panted before licking his lips.
Taker began to move slowly once he was fully inside of Randy. He did not pound him harshly, rather just held himself back to take long strokes. "You feel as good as I thought." He admitted in his gruff tone.
"Thanks...yo-you're not bad either." Randy panted. He looked at John. "Want help, Babe...or enjoying the show?"
"I'm enjoying...I can wait, Daddy." John said. He got the feeling Randy wanted him to be turned on without anything extra and he wanted to please him. John was in fact getting hard over time.
"You have a good boy there." Taker commented as he moved.
"Yeah, I do….real treasure." Randy moaned as his body gave a shudder. "Damn, you're good."
"Thanks...I admit most probably won't feel this good if they top...I'm adding a bit of energy...stimulation." Taker admitted. "I want you to enjoy this."
"Damn...sneaky." Randy moaned. "Ma-making sure I only look one place." Randy faintly joked."Do-don't do too much though." Randy warned. He didn't want Taker getting too drained if he was also going to use some on John.
"I'll be careful." Taker assured him as he moved. "Damn, you feel good. It's been awhile since I've been with a guy."
"More picky...or no new blood catches your eye?" Randy moaned. Part of him almost felt pride in passing Taker's limited scale of people.
"Let's just say I'm careful who I trust in my bed...or who attracts me." Taker admitted as he moved a little faster.
"Mmm nice." Randy moaned. His hardened member moved under him, swaying with each moment. "Fuck." John watched Randy's body, especially his thick cock as it swayed. He had a perfect view from the chair. Taker switched up angles to try and find Randy's prostate. It was a few slight shifts before Randy's lifted his head back with a deep moan. "Yeah, right there."
"That's it...feel it, Randy." Taker gave some more thrusts with the same angle, adding more heated energy.
Randy could feel his arms shake at the feeling. "Fuck...so good." He moaned as his chest heaved. "Add...him." He panted.
Taker focused his energy to shift some to John. He added a mental suggestion in John's mind that he was being filled with a hard toy. John gave a sudden gasp and then a moan. "Oh, fuck." His body trembled.
"Would you like to know what I'm doing to your Boy?" Taker asked thickly.
"Yeah...want to know what he's feeling." Randy moaned as his cock was beginning to drip slightly.
"I gave him the same heated feeling as you...but added a mental suggestion...he feels he is being stretched by a hard cock...think more a toy." Taker explained. "Pressed right against his sweet spot." John moaned louder at the feelings.
"Oh, damn...like that, Baby?" Randy asked with a moan.
John's arms strained in the chair. "So strong...fuck. Feels good."
"See? He's well taken care of." Taker panted as he moved faster. He groaned as his body wanted to strain.
"Glad you don't mind sharing your...talents with us." Randy moaned."Feel close already."
"Me too, Randy...want me to pull out?" Taker asked, panting.
"No...go...ahead." Randy moaned. Something in his head felt in doing so would erase the filth he still felt at times thinking of the encounter with reached to grasp Randy's cock, jerking it as he gave a few hard thrusts. He finally gave a deep groan as he pushed deep, filling Randy. "Mmmm yeah…" Randy moaned before his own body let go. He fought to stay up on his hands and knees as his body felt like it instantly wanted to relax.
Taker pulled out and moved to help Randy relax in bed. John was still moaning softly as Randy had not added the stimulation until a few minutes before. "Hmm...your Baby is still going...guess we waited too long to add him." Taker commented.
"Sorry." Randy mumbled almost incoherently.
Taker bit his lip, looking at John. "You're beat. What do you want me to do about him? Don't think I have enough energy left to keep it up much longer."
"Fr-free him and have him come next to me." Randy told Taker, moving to lay on his side.
Taker nodded and moved to free John from the chair. "You heard your Daddy." He lifted the mental suggestion and added sexual heat as he was growing tired himself.
John stood and walked to the bed. He climbed on it next to Randy. "You okay, Daddy?"
"Just want to help you, Babe." Randy moved to take a hand to stroke John the same time moving to kiss and nibble the sensitive spot between John's neck and shoulder.
John moaned at the touch and feeling. "C-Close." Taker took in the two men. He thought they were both very alluring.
Randy moved by John's ear. "Come on, Baby...you know you want to show us you letting go...it will feel so good."
John gave a curse as he came a few moments later, filling Randy's hand. Taker used the last bit of energy he had left to remove the wall from Randy's mind, freeing Brandon. He almost fell on the bed, his eyes closing. Randy jumped, hearing and feeling the impact. "Fuck." He jumped up, feeling an odd jolt of energy to go check on him.
"I'll be fine, Randy...just need to rest." Taker waved him off with a mumble. John was also falling asleep in the bed. Randy looked, trying to think if all three would fit as Taker was a large man. He shrugged to move and lay down as a sated part of him didn't care.
Taker laid at the foot of the bed and just kind of passed out. His legs dangled over the bed. John rolled to lay near Randy as he drifted off. "See, Brandon?" He mumbled. "It's all good." Randy sort of just gave a grumble as the energy seemed to want to drain from him again. All three of the men slept deeply as they were drained and sated.