They reached the run down hotel a short time later. Taker reached over to see if he could rouse John awake. John seemed almost as out of it as Randy. He mumbled but never woke.
"Damn." Taker grumbled.
"I can grab one of them if ye get thee other...and Finn gets thee door and makes sure no one sees us." Sheamus suggested.
"Yeah, that can work." Taker replied. Finn jumped from the vehicle and looked around. Seeing it was clear he moved to open the back for them and then walked to their room. Taker and Sheamus got out and moved to the back. Taker tried to slide John free first, picking him up before Sheamus grabbed Randy, moving for their room. They laid the men on the bed and looked them over.
"Well, I guess I will wash them down before we try to dress them." Taker stated.
Finn gave a shudder as he looked at John's red cock. "His manhood looks like it may be infected." His grey eyes lingered over the size of John's member as well as the rest of his body.
"Yeah...with proper eating...in both ways they will hopefully both heal." Taker told them. "Another reason to get them back to my ranch." He then headed for the bathroom to get some warm washcloths. Finn could not look away from John's body. He had never seen him naked before. The man was thinner but still impressive.
"Enjoying something ya see?" Sheamus whispered to Finn before Taker returned and started by cleaning John of the blood that coated his skin.
Finn jumped, actually blushing. "Maybe a little...he be a nice specimen." Finn admitted.
Sheamus chuckled. "I know of that."
"You two mind getting sets of clothing from the two duffel bags I have by the wall?" Taker called over before he went to rinse the cloth to clean Randy next.
"Nay at all." Finn replied. He moved to one of the bags and pulled out a clean pair of sweatpants, blue t-shirt, socks, and briefs. He carried them to Taker, laying them on the bed. "I'm guessing by thee size this be for Randy. Thee pants are extra tall."
Sheamus returned with blue gym shorts and a almost matching tank top. "So I guess these be John's then." He stated.
"If you two want to try to wrestle John into his while I finish cleaning Randy go ahead." Taker told them.
Finn's mouth went dry at the idea of touching John's body. "I'll do it." He said thickly. He took the shorts and raised John slightly to slide them on. His eyes took in the round globes of the man's ass. Sheamus tried not to laugh. "Ye be wanting a hand there, Fella?"
"Nay...I think I got it." Finn assured him. He slowly finished with the shorts before grabbing the shirt. He gave a shaky breath as he worked.
"Okay then." Sheamus stated as he watched. Why was he getting this strange feeling forming in the pit of his stomach? Finn finished finally and moved away from John. He had no idea why the man turned him on so much.
Taker was unaware of the exchange as he dried and checked over Randy's injuries before he got him dressed. "Should we head right out?" Taker asked. "Get back to the States sooner."
"Sounds good to me." Finn replied.
"Aye...let's go." Sheamus stated. They moved the bags to the SUV and Taker set them up almost like pillows to prop John and Randy on before they all loaded up and began the long drive. Taker silently hoped there wouldn't be any issue with the border crossing. At one point, Finn actually leaned close to Sheamus. John began to groan in his sleep. Sheamus looked at Finn, but then turned his head toward the back, hearing John. "Um...seems one is stirring." Sheamus spoke up to get Taker's attention.
"John?" Taker called back, hoping if he heard a familiar voice he wouldn't freak out by mistake.
John moaned a few minutes before answering. "W-Where are we?" He felt confused.
"On the road heading back for the States." Taker replied.
"Oh...I don't remember falling asleep." John replied, his tone husky from sleep.
"Ya did more then fall asleep, Fella...was more like passed out."Sheamus turned to look move at John. "If ye look ya now dressed...ya didn't get that way by magic." He laughed.
"Fuck." John commented as he looked. "Who dressed me?"
Finn cleared his throat. "Um, that be me, Fella."
"Thanks." John replied. "I just feel so tired."
"I guess with the stress passing your body just finally relaxed." Taker commented from the driver seat.
"Yeah...fuck, things are so screwed up...in ways this seems like a dream and I'll wake up back in the cell." John admitted.
"I'm sorry that happened to ye, John. Believe me, Shea and I do nay condone such thin's." Finn spoke up.
"I know, Finn...it was just rough...so much degradation and sexual experiments." John replied. "They used a pump to force me to cum over and over...other times they whipped or burned me until I came."
Finn shifted slightly in the seat. "Damn...must have been horrible."
"Well, it's all over now, Fella." Sheamus commented. "I doubt there be any left that would cause ya trouble...and if there are I have a feeling they be hearing tales from the survivors."
"I hope not...don't think I could handle a round three." John admitted. He glanced at Randy to check on him. Randy was lying still with a gentle rise and fall to his chest.
Sheamus tried not to look down, seeing John's worried face. "I'm sure he will come round." He tried to encourage him.
"Yeah...he's just been through so much." John said. "I feel at times it's because of me...he never wanted any of this...he probably took the creature back for me. Taker said I begged him to do it...but I don't remember."
"It was in their native tongue...Randy wouldn't have understood." Taker tried to tell him.
"Oh." John could only say. He moved until he could rest a hand on Randy's shoulder. He just wanted the feeling of closeness. There may have been the faintest of moans but then nothing.
It was about a half an hour before Taker stopped. "John?" He called back.
"Yes, Sir?" John replied.
"Do you have enough energy to shift?" Taker asked.
"Think so...why?" John asked.
"We have the border about a mile ahead of us." Taker explained. "We never recovered your wallet so we have no ID or passport for you. I have Randy's from when I got his things from the hotel after he went missing."
"So, I just shift, leave the vehicle then rejoin you?" John asked.
"Yeah...play it safe maybe about two miles on the other side." Taker told him.
"And how would ya be explaining Randy?" Sheamus wondered.
Taker laughed. "Too much tequila."
"Okay...tell me when and I will." John replied. His hand was petting Randy's cropped head.
"Now...we are only about a mile away." Taker told him.
John closed his eyes. "Take care of Daddy." He turned into a light mist that then left the vehicle.
"Daddy?" Finn asked.
"His term of endearment." Taker replied. "And also as one of his makers." He then started driving again.
"Oh...that be a different one." Finn replied. He noticed Randy seemed a little less content in his sleep when John left.
"What? Daddy's a popular term in male couples." Sheamus stated. "Or are ya calling it different because John be older?"
"Aye, normally thee Daddy is much older and takes care of thee Baby Boy." Finn said. "John seems like an independent man."
"He is...and he loves doing things for Randy...but John can also have a bit of a playful side that Randy tries to keep in check." Taker explained. "Well, here we go." He stated as he pulled into the line of cars that headed for the crossing. John had traveled on ahead of them. It was so relaxing to float on the wind, putting miles between him and the horrible prison.
Luckily for the men, there wasn't really any problems and they drove on through. Taker drove until he sensed John nearby and pulled off on the side of the road to wait for him. It was not long before the mist approached and John appeared again in the back of the vehicle. "Everything okay?"
"Yeah...we're clear...just need gas." Taker explained as he headed off for the nearest filling station. John moved until his head rested on Randy's shoulder. He fell back asleep, the shift taking a lot out of him. Taker stopped and filled up while Sheamus ran inside the station to get some food for all of them even if it was not the best options. Taker also called ahead to the ranch to begin preparations for that night. They then all took off for the long drive to the ranch.
John was resting asleep against Randy. When Sheamus began to eat, the smell of meat was in the air. "Hungry...do I get to eat today, Penelope?" John murmured.
Sheamus sighed, looking back. "Johnny? Um, Johnny?" John mumbled but never fully woke. His stomach growled loudly.
"Don't worry. He will have plenty to eat once we reach the ranch. If he wakes before then we can stop somewhere." Taker told Sheamus.
"Okay...not like I had much to offer besides a couple hot dogs." Sheamus admitted.
Finn shook his head. "Poor fella...never even knowin' if he would be allowed to eat."
"Well, he doesn't need to worry about that again." Taker replied firmly. "I'll get them both healed up and worry about John getting new ID and cards." The drive was quiet until they finally reached Taker 's ranch. John and Randy were both still asleep. "John?" Taker called out when he opened the back hatch of the SUV. The rich smell of smoked and roasting meat filled the air.
John mumbled and slowly opened his eyes. "Y-Yes, Sir?"
"We're home." Taker replied. "I am going to move Randy to the guest room if you want to rest with him until food is ready."
"Thanks...sounds good." John moved to slowly climb from the vehicle. He stretched.
Taker moved to get Randy out of the back, scooping him in his arms. "Would you two mind gathering bags?"
"Nay...not a problem." Sheamus replied as he got out.
Finn helped Sheamus with the bags as John followed Taker unto the house. It was so comforting to be in a familiar place. Taker took Randy to the upstairs bedroom they normally used. "Mind turning the bed down for me, John?"
"Sure." John moved to pull down the covers and top sheet so Randy could be laid down. "This feels like a dream and I'll wake up soon to...f-face my death." Taker laid Randy down and lightly covered him. Taker then turned toward John. He stepped closer, pulling him in, wrapping him in a large hug. He then moved to kiss him softly at first but soon grew harder and hungry.
John groaned as Taker's actions grew more passionate. He was not expecting it at the moment. Taker released John, stepping back. "Still think it's a dream?"
"No...thanks, I needed that." John panted.
Taker smiled. "You're welcome...so did I."
"Are we intruding on a moment?" Sheamus asked from the door.
"No...was just giving John some reassurance." Taker told them. "Do you two mind sharing a bed?"
"I don't." Sheamus replied.
"Nay." Finn shook his head. "One bed be fine." He couldn't help noticing John was sporting an erection in his shorts.
Taker looked at John. "Enjoy your nap with Randy...I am sure it will be a little bit for the food to be done." He kissed his cheek before he headed for the door. "Okay, you two can follow me." John climbed into bed with Randy and snuggled close before going to sleep. Finn followed after Taker along with Sheamus.
Taker led the men to a room almost exactly like the one they just left. "Here you go...you guys can use this one until you leave...however long you convinces the office to give you guys off." He laughed.
"Thank ye." Finn told Taker. "If I nay be too forward...I was told ye have a playroom. I be into restraints me self and would love to see it sometime."
"Maybe after the feast." Taker told him. Sheamus move to the bed to sit and watched them. He knew Finn liked using ropes, but he was wondering how far his interests went.
Finn shifted as if uneasy. "Thank ye...just wonderin'...ye ever share ye pet with anyone not including Randy and Shea?"
"No." Taker replied simply. "But it may be something that can be talked about...as a thank you for helping us."
Finn gave a slow nod. "Thank ye...be assured there be no feelings involved...John be just thee type I like to see in thee restraints. I have another fella I think a lot of I'm kind of seeing."
Taker nodded with a half smile. "I'm not worried...just need to worry about Randy. He can be a little...protective. We also need to see when John will feel up to such treatment."
Finn offered a smile. "Aye, of course. I be more than happy to wait until it's good all thee way around."
"Well, you can rest if you two wish...I know you guys have been up for a while." Taker told them."I should check on a few things since I been gone a while." He waved and left.
Finn looked at Sheamus who looked lost in thought. "Ye okay?"
Sheamus blinked and shook his head. "Um..wha...aye...I'm fine." He stood to stretch.
"Well, think I'll get a little rest...stressful few days." Finn moved to pull down the covers. He kicked off his shoes and climbed in bed.
"That it has." Sheamus replied as he moved to do the same. He yawned as he tried to get comfortable.
Finn inched closer to Sheamus. "Did it bother ye what I said to Taker about seeing someone?"
"Nay...I am guessing ye meant me." Sheamus told him. "Just wondering...how long ye be interested in thee sorta things that be in that room of his?"
"Um...pretty much all me life but I think I got into it more during me time in Japan." Finn answered. "Nothing gets me blood pumping like a strong stud at me mercy."
"I knew about thee ropes...I mean thee other things." Sheamus tried to clarify.
"Probably ten years or so...I like whips among other things." Finn admitted.
"Oh." Sheamus replied, not knowing what else to say.
"Does that bother ye?" Finn asked.
"I just never thought of it." Sheamus told him. "I didn't mind thee tyin up...thee other I nay know if I like or not. I enjoy being on thee giving end...but thee receiving I nay know."
"That's fine, Fella. I get me kicks watching in thee clubs at times." Finn admitted. "Now, I nay have thee pure sadistic streak I hear Randy does...aye, I like seeing an ass good and red after a hearty paddlin' but I nay take it to an extreme."
Sheamus nodded. "Okay then."
Finn couldn't help giving a slight smirk. "Although, big tough fella like ye...ye can take a bump in thee ring and it just gets ye goin'...ye may like a nice spankin.' "
Sheamus gave a big gulp. "Maybe we will see...I think I get pissed off more then turned on normally."
"Ye channel that rage into lust...makes for great sex." Finn grinned. "No pressure...maybe ye can watch if Taker lets me play with John...see if it heats ye body or not."
"Aye...we will see." Sheamus covered his mouth with a yawn.
"Get some rest, Fella." Finn actually nuzzled Sheamus' neck. Sheamus gave a faint hum like sound at the feeling. He never felt it before but something so simple wanted to heat his blood. "Does that bother ye?" Finn asked in a husky tone. The whiskers on his face brushed Sheamus' neck. "Sorry if I'm takin' liberties."
"Nay...Nay." Sheamus replied, his voice a faint almost dreamy whisper. "Felt good."
"Good...I do like ye a lot...I know ye see thee way I look at John but it all be nothin' but lust...this be different." Finn whispered before kissing the pale neck softly.
"Good." Sheamus replied with a breathless gasp before he tilted his head to allow more access to his neck that was blocked by his beard. "Li-like ya too."
Finn smiled at the strong reaction. He continued to kiss the exposed skin, his lips ghosting over to create goosebumps. "Damn." Sheamus husked out. "Ya keep that...and we won't get much rest."
Finn paused. "Sorry...I guess I'll save it for later then." He stopped and closed his eyes.
"Um...it be okay." Sheamus replied as he tried to get comfortable, which included needing to adjust his manhood.
