This is a glimpse of John Morrison's career over a few years. Just snips, nothing really long like Cody and Ted's story.
I know I said earlier that Scott Hall wasn't a master. But I reconsidered when I realized how small Hart's court was compared to 'Taker's court. He was okay looking back then. And even though I HATE him on TNA right now, I'm willing to let it go as long as he doesn't have a sub.
Hart's court isn't as lucky as 'Taker's, there aren't a lot of subs in this faction. I'm basically using New World Order and The Kliq as bases here.
Johnny Hennigan was merely a stripper named Nitro a few months ago. Now, eighteen and taken out of that poison environment, he was ready to start his new life. Shawn had been nothing if not a gentleman with him, feeding and clothing him and giving him his own bed in the hotels. But this last thing Johnny didn't want. The second night he was in Shawn's care, he had given up his body. He didn't care what kind of harlot that made him look like, it was what he felt was right.
Shawn had been slow and patient with him at first, teaching him how to pleasure while dishing it out for the younger to devour. Johnny knew the basics, he knew how to get a trick off with the least amount of attention, but he had never really felt those hollow moans or had the urge to writhe. But Shawn knew things, the older man had forgotten things that the younger couldn't dream of knowing. He could draw out his orgasm to a full minute, he knew how long to stroke or lick a certain spot to drive him crazy, and he'd discovered that spot inside him that caused the most pleasure.
A hundred tricks had never caused him so much pleasure.
Johnny had never let anyone fuck him without a condom. That had been a strict rule with the john's. But with Shawn, he knew right away that no other man would have him and now was the time to give up that last piece of himself. Shawn had taken it with pride, lavishing him with affection that he probably didn't deserve. He had spent hours in the Heartbreak Kid's bed, simply soaking in this new love and all these new sensations.
Never again would Johnny let another between his sheets.
Johnny was introduced to a different world, a world of wrestling and masters. That was what Shawn was, a master in Bret Hart's 'court'. It was strange to him, he'd never heard of such a thing in the WWF. He only watched a little, but he now knew enough to feel proud that Shawn Michaels himself had chosen him out of so many. Nash, another in the court, had explained to him early on that Shawn liked to take many in his bed – but only one would be his sub. That person was Johnny, and he had accepted the position eagerly. He learned from Bret's girl how to be a sub, what was expected of him and where he would sit and such.
The subject that kept coming up was: What would Johnny do now with his life?
Johnny found out quick enough that Shawn had many plans for him. The first was going on now.
Johnny looked into the mirror, worry on his handsome face. He watched his 'master' approach him with a pair of clippers, a solemn look on his face. The blonde's hair was freshly washed and falling down his back, an innocent victim to HBK's whims.
"Shawn, are you..." Johnny paused, wetting his lips "Master...are you sure this is necessary?"
"What really defines 'necessary' anyway?" Shawn mused, standing just behind his sub and laying a hand on his shoulder.
"Master!" Johnny spat, not amused by the light-hearted demeanor the older man had about him.
"Relax, Johnny" Shawn cooed, caressing his bare shoulder "The first step is always the hardest. I'm going to make you the most beloved wrestler in the world, sweetheart. Your career will only be second to mine. You can't question me on every decision."
"But..." Johnny looked at himself in the mirror "My hair? All of it?"
"No, not all of it" Shawn assured him, moving his hand up to pet through the long tresses "Just to your roots. Ya know...spike it up."
"Gah!" Johnny ducked his head, covering his hair with his hands "I change my mind, I don't want to do it."
"Now, dammnit, boy" Shawn huffed, catching his boy's eyes in the mirror and glaring fiercely "Do you trust me or not?"
Johnny raised his head slowly, chin resting on the desk the mirror was behind. It seemed pretty rash to cut off all his hair, just because it was dyed. HBK saw his sub's hesitation, and something in his eyes softened. Out of all his whores, he was never so kind as he was to his precious stripper.
"Okay, here's a deal" Shawn began, holding the clippers up "If you let me cut it now, let it get all fresh, then when you're older and have already started your career...I'll let you dye it again."
Johnny perked up at the idea. He loved his blonde hair, he thought he looked damn good as a blonde. It couldn't hurt to give his scalp a rest, let it go black again. He was wise enough to know that all his decisions right now were still done on hormones alone, so he nodded and let his master have the decision. He sat up straighter, offering his head for whatever the man wanted.
"My good boy" Shawn thumbed on the switch, grinning "Now tilt your head back..."
xXxXxXx
Shawn found out his boy was beautiful no matter how long or short his hair was. He kept his hair short for months, actually growing used to the look. He learned whatever he could about the business, sticking close to Shawn's side no matter what. After turning freshly twenty, Shawn finally let the leash off to send his boy to college. It was under the suggestion of Bret that the boy be allowed to explore what he wanted, but Johnny was ready to enter the wrestling world. Johnny had bloomed in a confidant, beautiful young man with an ego to match his looks. He gave an aura of loveliness, charming everyone around him within minutes of meeting them.
When he was twenty-one, he was going into OVW. Until then, he lived and traveled with Shawn and dealt with his eclectic lifestyle. Shawn liked to party, he liked to drink like a fiend and he wasn't shy about what pills he had to pop to make his aching body ready for another match. He loved the clubs, the bars, and he loved nothing more than to get completely smashed and make an ass of himself.
A year and a half…that's how long Johnny put up with this behavior. He looked the other way, he tucked him into bed when he was too messed up to do it himself, and he made excuses for him when the rest of the court couldn't find him. He loved Shawn, he'd do anything for him, and he wasn't above protecting his reputation or his career.
So many times did Johnny just have to brush Shawn off and all but shove him down the ramp towards the ring.
One night ended all others.
xXx
1998
Shawn was laughing boisterously, for once in his own home. Nash was scowling, half-dragging him through the threshold with Bret Hart following close behind. The rest of the Hart Court filed in, most looking rather pissed at having to take HBK home. They'd been at the bar, and Shawn had gotten them kicked out of two before Bret decided to call it a night.
The rest of the court, from the highest ranking to the lowest, was Mark…then Steve Austin, Razor Ramon (Scott) and Edge. Scott had been approved just a year ago, not long after that night at the strip club that got them Nitro. He had proved to be a dom in that time, showing off his skill and power in the ring. Bret knew Hall couldn't last long in their intense world, but he was a good friend and one with heavy sway, he could allow it for now. Scott hadn't taken a sub, it was doubtful he ever would, but they wouldn't destroy their friendship over that.
Their newest member was a timid blonde Canadian, Chris Jericho, a fresh faced young man with long hair. He'd been in WCW and had recently been in some Japanese wrestling, his debut on the WWF was going to be infamous. In a few weeks, he'd start off against The Rock. He was still hesitant about his place in Hart's court, and he inched inside the house before shutting the door behind him.
"Come on, guys, the night ain't done!" Shawn declared, breaking away from Nash and stumbling toward his kitchen. He started rifling around for his whiskey, ready to continue his night of self-destruction.
Scott sighed heavily, scrubbing a hand over his face, "We can't let this keep happenin', Bret."
"I know" Bret hated to see one of his own like this.
"He's been having a rough time" Mark stated, trying to find a reason for one of his best friend's recent behavior "Our Casket match didn't go well, Bret, you know this. His back hit the casket, he herniated two disks."
"He crushed the other one" Steve winced "I'm scheduled to get the belt at Wrestlemania. They say he can't go on much longer, he's in too much pain."
"Did they tell you what they were planning for him?" Adam asked, raking back his long flaxen hair.
Kevin nodded, "Appearance spots. No matches, but he'll be WWF Commissioner."
"It's all I could spring for him after who he's pissed off" Bret hated to say it, but it was the truth "Vince is already frustrated with me. I can't do much more than keep his job."
Scott put a hand on his friend's shoulder, lips quirking, "It's okay, Boss. We know that you can't control everything that goes on."
"McMahon is just tryin' to fill his daddy's shoes right" Steve drawled "He's gettin' used to the idea of havin' someone that controls the inside of the business."
Shawn came back into the room, whiskey to his lips, "There's plenty, guys."
"I think we've had enough" Scott stated, unafraid of the smaller man.
Shawn all but sputtered, "There's never enough 'drank, boys!"
"Master?"
The timid call came from the top of the stairs. Their heads turned to find Johnny coming down the stairs in nothing but a pair of jeans, short raven curls dark with his most recent shower. His bare feet barely made a sound against the stairs, certain reluctance about him. His full lips were plump in an unconscious pout, brow creased, obviously confused about why everyone was here. He looked afraid, that was for sure. Truly beautiful, but close to terrified at the sight of his inebriated keeper.
"There's my perfect whore" Shawn slurred, stumbling to the base of the stairs and grabbing onto the railing "Come 'ere, boy."
Johnny flushed at being called such a thing, descending towards the man, "Did you have fun?"
"I'm about to" Shawn growled, grabbing the brunette by the front of his jeans and yanking him off the steps. Johnny yelped, bare skin stinging as he was smacked into the wall. Johnny's lips were claimed, he whimpered at the tang of alcohol and the sting of stubble against his sensitive mouth. He didn't struggle, he would never disobey his master.
"Shawn" Bret's tone was filled with warning "I think you should let your sub take you upstairs to bed."
"I'll get 'im in bed, alright" Shawn yanked open the brunette's fly, roughly thumbing open the button to reveal the smooth caramel skin of his groin. Johnny's cheeks were stained crimson now, slowly inching himself away from the older man. Just enough to keep some dignity about them. That idea was tossed out the window when Shawn yanked him back, latching his mouth onto his neck. It was a weak spot of his, and he couldn't stop the small moan that escaped his lips.
"That's my sweet boy…"
"Shawn!" Bret snapped, finally loosing his temper with HBK "You're drunk off your ass! If you don't get to bed now, you'll regret it in the morning."
"H-He's right, Shawn" Johnny tried to speak up, lightly touching the man's chest "You'll feel horrible when you wake up. I'll get you some Tylenol and wat-"
The sweet croon was broken off by a sharp slap, the force jolting him against the wall once more. His knees gave out, and he knelt at his master's feet like an obedient pet. His cheek was on fire, his master hadn't hesitated to strike him down as hard as he could. It had hurt, but what it hurt most was his heart. Shawn only hit him when he was drunk, and never with a closed fist. Well…one night he did, but that was the pills. The drugs! Not his master!
Steve stepped up to protest, but Nash but a hand on his chest. It wasn't their place, they had to let Shawn learn and grow for himself.
"You're mine" Shawn grabbed the younger man by the arm, yanking him to his feet "You take my side, you hear me? You're loyal to me first!"
"Yes! I know, I'm sorry, please" Johnny begged, trying not to cry out as he was all but dragged up the stairs. He stumbled, struggling to keep his footing along the hard edges. Shawn was stronger than him and much more determined, he didn't have a chance. He kept begging him quietly to let him go, to not make a scene.
"I'll make a damn scene!" Shawn barked, pissed that the others were trying to run his life. He was a grown man, with a sub of his own. He would do whatever the hell he felt like! And from the heat curling in his groin, he knew exactly what he wanted to do. He nearly kicked open their bedroom door, still half-dragging the boy inside.
Bret dropped his hand from Austin's chest, "Follow him."
They filed single-file up the stairs, ready to confront their companion.
Shawn swung his sub around, forcing him to his body and looking down into his blue-hazel eyes, "Get on the bed."
Johnny hesitated, getting the man's fingertips to dig sharply into his arms. He didn't want to do this, not while Shawn was drunk like this. He'd never deny his master's unbridled lust, but this was too much. It wasn't Shawn, it was the dark side of him that no sub should experience in their master.
"My pretty boy" Shawn grabbed him by the chin, holding his jaw tight "Lay."
Johnny silently obeyed, sitting down on the bed. Shawn's hand fell away as he scooted backward, trying and failing not to be sexy. HBK peeled off his own shirt, exposing the fine muscles of his chest. Johnny was flush with lust at the sight, his master only got hotter each day they were together. He settled in the middle of the bed, keeping his eyes on the older man's heaving chest. He couldn't settle himself down, no matter how many horrible things he conjured up.
/Don't give in, he's drunk…he's smacked you around like this before…/
Shawn nodded at his jeans, "Take those off."
"No, Master" he murmured.
The dark blonde's lips curled up in a snarl, "What did you say to me?"
"No" Johnny replied, biting his lower lip "Don't make me."
This angered the Heartbreak Kid more. How dare his boy refuse him? Now, when he needed him the most? Shawn's career was crumbling away in front of him. He couldn't control his pain, his life, his career…all he could control was the young man trembling on his coverlet. Nothing was worse than being in too much paint o pleasure his sub. To have to pop a few pain pills just to perform was starting to get to him.
In his drunken haze, Johnny was his to fuck whenever he felt like. Against his will or not.
Shawn got on the bed, bracing himself on his knees and snatching for his boy's angle. Johnny whimpered as he was pulled onto his back, sliding under the older man's body and pinned down like an exotic butterfly. Shawn started to attack his throat and lips with wet kisses, scraping his teeth along the sensitive skin to leave red marks in his wake. He groped the young body hard, letting his nails bite into him, hitting harder with each passing second.
"Master, don't do this" Johnny pleaded, tears threatening to pour down his cheeks as he arched away from the pain "You're…you're hurting me…"
Those words shook Shawn to his core, snapping his out of his haze. He braced his hands on the bed, pushing-up over his sub and looking down at him. Johnny still had his head turned away, eyes clenched shut as the shameful tears rolled down the swell of his cheeks. He was clenching the sheets for dear life, skin starting to darken and redden from Michaels' assault.
"Johnny…" Shawn sighed, reaching out and gently cupping his boy's cheek. Johnny cracked open his eyes, trying not to make anymore pathetic sounds as his master looked down at him with such longing. Before HBK could apologize, a hand had clamped down on the back of his neck and yanked him off the mattress. He flailed, but Bret was too strong. He found himself dragged around to stand in front of his Head Master, the dark haired man's fierce gaze burning into him.
"Do you think this is acceptable behavior?" Bret roared in his face, holding him by the base of his neck "What kind of example are you setting for our youngest?"
Bret swept his hand at the blonde who was standing in the doorway. Chris bowed his head, almost ashamed that he had been caught staring. In truth, he had been taking mental notes on how to treat a sub. He hadn't seen Bret's woman, nor had he had any encounter with Jay yet (Edge was very protective of his younger brother/sub.) This was the only example he had to go off of.
There was nothing Shawn could say for himself, he hung his head in shame.
"You better wise-up, Michaels" Bret spat, letting the younger man go "I don't want to see you lay a hand on your sub again. I won't tolerate that in my court. Do you understand me?"
Mark was watching him closely, learning. He started ushering the others out, but Jericho lingered to watch by the door. Mark let him, the man had to learn as well.
"Yes, sir" Shawn nodded dejectedly.
"This boy loves you" Bret took his shoulders, more gently this time "We're your friends. We care about our own. You need to stop with this self-destruction. You're killing yourself, you know that? You're destroying the Shawn Michaels that has been and will be with this kind of behavior."
Michaels nodded again, hanging his head.
"It's not just you anymore" Bret turned him around, making him face the bed. Shawn wilted under the Head Master's hands, gazing upon the bed. Johnny was struggling to fix the fly of his pants, sniffling back his tears with a flush of shame on his face. He happened to look up right then, a heartbroken expression on his beautiful face.
"You've got someone to take care of" Bret whispered in his ear "Don't be so quick to forget that."
Shawn knew to obey the Head Master, Bret only wanted what was best. Bret walked past the blonde, stopping just beside the bed. He motioned Johnny closer, and the younger man obeyed.
"Sir" Johnny whispered respectfully, bowing his head. Bret cupped his unmaimed cheek, raising his head once more. He gazed into his face, seeing just as much potential as he did all that time ago. A beautiful boy, a superstar-to-be for sure. Bret could just see it now, and from what Shawn was already half-planning - the boy would have it made. Stick him in a tag team to start him off, put him with a stronger guy and maybe a pretty female valet looking for a push.
Glitz and glamour…personified sexiness to start out. Then cool it off, and make a champion out of him.
"I see gold around his waist" Bret prophesized, showing the younger man's face to Shawn's unwavering gaze "Don't you, Shawn? Can't you see a champion in your boy here?"
Shawn nodded, smiling just as fondly.
"Would you ruin him because of that?" Bret spat, nodding toward the forgotten bottle of whiskey lying on the floor making a puddle.
"Never" Shawn swore, looking to the Head Master "I can take care of this now."
Bret released John, slipping his shades on and exiting the room, "I believe you."
Once they were alone, Shawn shut the door. The blonde walked past the bed, sitting down beside his sub on the mattress. Johnny looked to his master rather hopefully, cheek still stinging from the blow he'd received earlier. Michaels lifted his hand, running his knuckles over the boy's heated flesh.
"I'm sorry, sweetheart" Shawn sighed, blood-shot eyes looking rather weary "I should've never put my hands on you. Ain't right. You haven't done anything wrong, and I'm just a big jackass."
Johnny actually smiled, "I know you'd never hurt me, Master."
"That's the problem, glitter-bug, I have hurt you" Shawn chuckled bitterly, his smile just as sour "I don't deserve someone so beautiful…so forgivin' as you. This has to stop."
Johnny started to panic, but the older man saw this coming.
"Not us, just this" Shawn gestured to himself, showing that he was what was wrong with them "What I'm doin' to us. I need to fix myself. You deserve better than what I'm givin' you."
Johnny nuzzled into the touch, "I love you, Shawn…I always will."
"My boy" Shawn murmured, wishing for a kiss but knowing he couldn't enjoy it with the way he felt "If you'll stay with me…I can fix our lives. I can make us rise again."
Despite the stench of alcohol, Johnny leant in and stole a chaste kiss from his master.
"I believe in you."
