The next morning Randy headed out shopping early for supplies for them both then returned. He was taking John items the same time checking to see if the older man was still asleep. John was in the small bathroom when he heard Randy open the door. He walked out after flushing the toilet. He was still naked since the younger man told him not to redress and he didn't want to rock the boat. "Good morning." He said casually.
"Morning." Randy wasn't sure if he should be disappointed that he didn't catch John still in bed. He headed for the kitchen area opening the fridge. "Got you a few dozen eggs, pre cut peppers and mushrooms, some cheese. Also some ground beef and chicken."
John nodded, trying to stay pleasant. "Thank you. Breakfast sounds good." He knew he should show gratitude to the man responsible for his food supply.
"Well, I will go up and cook for us today. This is to help hold you when I am on the road." Randy informed him. "I can bring down more later. I can only carry a couple bags at a time down those steps."
John nodded, trying not to be upset at the thought of being locked down here for days alone while Randy works. It sounded terrifying and lonely not to mention boring as hell. "Okay."
"Be back soon." Randy went to make his way back up the steps. John had already looked the place over earlier after waking so there wasn't much to do now but wait. He turned the TV on to a rock music station and began to go through his daily exercise regime. It was a good half hour before Randy returned with the same food bag as the night before plus more groceries. He looked over at John as he was doing push ups. His eyes ran over that muscular frame as he moved.
John heard movement and turned his head to see Randy watching him. He stood and turned the TV volume off. "Just going through my exercise routine." He explained, feeling self conscious.
"That's fine, John." Randy told him. "Come eat then you can go back if you want." He pulled out the trays opening John's to show a large helping a scrambled eggs, diced ham and some grapes.
John turned off the TV and walked to sit down, eying the food. "Looks good." He thought maybe if he obeyed Randy completely unless it involved sex and showed manners the younger man would respect his wishes and come around to see what he was doing was wrong.
"Thanks. I need you to look over the food I brought down for you and let me know if that will be enough to hold you for most of a week...in case I get delayed."
John glanced up at Randy's words, no way to hide the panic and fear in his eyes at the idea of being locked down there with no human contact for days. Taking a day off work seemed to kill him at times. "O-Okay." He said in an almost whisper before lowering his eyes to his food.
"I am sorry, Johnny...I am...I know you don't believe me." Randy told him as he started to eat. John didn't reply just willed himself not to cry and show how upset he honestly was. Would it come to a point he would prefer death over this existence and just jump Randy, consequence be damned? He had to try his best to stay strong for his family. After breakfast Randy cleaned up again. He just sat down in the chair to see if John wanted to talk...or ignore him.
The tension hung heavy in the air as the men sat in silence were before both men had laughed and enjoyed each other's company. John didn't know what to do or say so he just sat on the couch and watched a sports news show. He didn't want to exercise naked in front of Randy. After about an hour Randy sighed faintly to himself, tears almost felt they wanted to hit his eyes. He stood up moving to gather the trash before heading for the steps. John almost felt bad watching Randy go but what could he do? He couldn't force himself to want sex or be happy being a prisoner of a man who killed the woman he loved. He let Randy go and lowered his head once he was alone, getting a tension headache.
It was heading for night when Randy returned with dinner, salmon with a wild rice blend. John looked up from the bed where he had been lying and slowly sat up. "Hey."
"Hey." Randy replied low. "Brought you dinner down." He sat the bag down to unpack it including a couple cans of beer.
"Thanks." John nodded as he moved from the bed to walk over. "Smells good."
"I'm trying...so you look over the supplies?"
John nodded again. "Yeah...it looks like it will be fine." He sat at the table as always.
"Good." Randy sat to eat. Once again the dinner went by in relative silence. As much as John despised Randy for his actions he almost missed the days when they had enjoyed each other's company. Why did the younger man have to fuck everything up? John knew he couldn't live this way. It was worse than prison. Even inmates got time out of their cells.
Before the meal finished Randy's phone rang. He sat his fork down to retrieve it keeping an eye on John. "Hello?" He answered. "No, I haven't seen him...nope."
John felt a rush of adrenaline hearing Randy. People were looking for him already. He knew his actions would piss Randy off but he had to try. Taking a deep breath he shouted in his best promo voice, knowing it may be his only chance for rescue. "I'M HERE! I NEED HELP! I'M AT RANDY'S HOUSE!"
Randy quickly stood heading for the steps. "No...NO just TV…." Randy quickly ended the call. He glared at John as he came back over. "Get up." He aimed the gun at him. he kept it trained on John as he went to open the hidden room.
John slowly stood, sitting his fork down. He knew he may have made things hard on himself but he could only pray whoever was on the other end of the phone heard enough to be suspicious. "I don't think I need to tell you where you are heading." Randy told him in a cold and dangerous tone.
"I had to try." John said, trying to appeal to Randy once again. "If you were in my position you would have done the same thing."
"I am past caring, John." Randy told him with a sneer. "I gave you chance after chance...you keep trying to appease me...try to lure out my caring side...the side that cared for you...loves you...Well, that has been shattered. Now, get inside." John gave a shaky breath but moved to reluctantly walk toward Randy and into the cold room made to feel even colder by the fact he had no clothes on. He knew this would be bad but he didn't regret his actions. "Over by the wall." Randy motioned to the wall with the chains. John walked slowly, his eyes taking in what looked like sturdy chains you would see in a dungeon. Where the hell had Randy even found those?
Randy closed the door flipping a lock high up. He then turned back towards John pocketing the gun. "No where to run even if you try to fight me, John." His eyes truly had the look of a predator. "Take your punishment like a good boy and maybe I'll take it easy on you later...maybe. Now...kneel." Something about the authority in Randy's voice and the darkness in his eyes caused John to obey, moving to kneel with a pounding heart. The younger man might have been a few pounds lighter but he was still an impressive figure.
Randy grabbed the larger ring. Popping a pin he slipped it around John's neck. There was space around it to not choke the older man, but not big enough to slip off. Randy secured the pin with a twist, a faint click could be heard. Moving to another part of the room he returned with a bucket setting it down. "In case you need to tend to business before I return." He gave a chilling smile. "Now if you excuse me." He turned heading back for the door.
John gave a shudder as he felt the cold metal against his neck. He wanted to beg Randy for mercy but the prideful side of him refused to lower himself more. "I hate you." He said lowly. "I don't even know who you are."
"A shame." Randy replied, but the tone was mocking as he opened the door. "I'll be nice and leave the light on for you...for now. Now, I need to fix this mess you caused." He walked out, shutting the door behind him.
John felt his body tremble in the cool room but he forced himself to try to not dwell on it. Mess he caused? Had he asked for his life to be turned upside down? Did he ask to be torn from his home and locked away in a basement like an animal? Tears wanted to prick his eyes but he wiped them away angrily. Randy was NOT going to break him. He could survive this. He just needed to dig down deep inside and live what he preached to others. To never give up no matter what. Maybe only ten minutes had passed before Randy returned. He looked John over like a predator eyeing his prey. John was shocked Randy had returned so fast. Did he regret leaving John like this? "You left me a bucket for ten minutes?" He had to ask.
"I didn't know how long it was going to take." Randy told him flatly. He walked to the cabinet, pulling a key out to unlock it. When he opened it John could see different items inside whips, crops, chains, sex toys. Randy began looking the assortment over.
"How long have you been a kinky freak?" John asked, trying the swallow the panic he was feeling inside. "Should have suspected after our I Quit match." His mind raced with thoughts of how he could defend himself.
Randy gave a silent laugh. "Yeah maybe a little back then." He pulled out a small key and a chain bringing it over to John. He hooked it to the neck shackle before using the key to separate it from the wall chain. "Get over here." Randy gave a pull toward the bed.
John stood slowly, eying where Randy's gun was in his pocket as he walked toward the bed. "You touch me I'll break your fingers." He warned.
"Ever read The Cask of Amontillado by Poe?" Randy asked as he secured the chain to the head of the bed. "On your stomach."
"No...what the fuck is that?" John replied, not moving.
"Thought you were more educated. Put simply..you break my fingers...and you will be sealed in this spot to never be seen again." John's body began to tremble at the threat. It was at that moment some of the fight left him and he truly realized how insane his friend had become. A minute ago rape seemed like the worst thing that could happen to him but that paled in comparison to slowly dying of thirst alone in that small, dark room. He moved to get on his stomach without another word of resistance. Being shot seemed almost inviting compared to that fate.
"Good Boy." Randy commented as he went to restrain John's wrists to chains he pulled up from under the top of the bed. John felt sick as he let Randy restrain him. He would agree to anything if it saved him from Randy's threat. His stomach clenched as he tried to block his mind from what he knew was inevitable. Randy took a hand running it over John's shoulders and down his back until it reached his ass, giving a firm squeeze. "Just wonderful."
John wanted to scream at the younger man and tell him to stop touching him but he didn't dare. All he could see in his mind was Randy shaking his head in disappointment before leaving him chained in the dark forever so he let his captor do as he wished. Randy spent a few minutes admiring John as his hands felt over his back, ass and legs. "This will be good." Randy commented as he walked back to the cabinet. John tried to let his mind drift as he waited, anything to not be fully in the moment and escape this reality.
Randy returned with lube and a small butt plug. He put some of the lube on his fingers before massaging between John's ample cheeks. He smiled as his fingers massaged over the tight puckered flesh. "Mmmm"
John gave a small gasp at the touch but offered no words of resistance. He had no way of knowing exactly what Randy would do next. "Good, John...just relax." Randy smiled as he pushed just one finger in, he waited a moment before adding the second. "Yeah...that's nice." Randy commented as he slowly moved them.
John was prepared for blinding pain so he was taken off guard when Randy's finger brushed something deep inside him and sexual pleasure traveled through him, stirring his cock. A gasp left his lips. "Hmm seems I found something already." Randy commented as he crooked his fingers to find the spot again.
John panted at the tingling heat that went through him. He had often bragged that nothing went in his ass. He had no idea it could feel so good.
"That's it, Johnny." Randy almost praised with a slightly husky tone. "See how good things can feel if you open open yourself up to it?" Randy continued a while between slowly pumping his fingers and then going back to massaging the sensitive bundle of pleasurable nerves. John was ashamed of himself as a moan left him from all the stimulation. Couldn't Randy see that even if what he was doing felt good they would never have a future? The only reason he wasn't cursing the man out was because he had threatened to murder him.
"Good...now the next part." Randy commented as he removed his fingers and grabbed the plug. He used more lube before slowly pushing it between John's cheeks and in. The width of course caused more of a stretch then Randy's fingers did,
John groaned. He had expected to feel Randy's cock but instead it was something else. "W-What's that?"
"It is called a butt plug." Randy explained as he pushed it in rest of the way until John could feel the stretch decrease yet still full.
"Fuck." John said softly at the full feeling. It was an odd sensation. "What's it used for...to stretch?"
"Among other things." Randy told him as he gave a plug a jiggle. "This has an added use." Randy moved back to the cabinet to pull out a small remote. He moved to sit in the chair.
John turned his head in Randy's direction, surprised by his actions. It was no secret his friend had wanted to fuck him for years. What was stopping him now? "W-What do you get out of putting the plug in me?" Randy smirked as he hit the first button on the remote. A very faint hum was heard as the plug began to vibrate. John's eyes widened as sweet vibrations sent jolts of sexual arousal through him. Before long his cock began to thicken under him as small pants left his mouth.
"Mmmm yeah…" Randy commented as he moved one hand to the front of his jeans, rubbing over it. "That's it, Johnny." He gave a faint moan. "That's just the first level." He licked his lips, watching John. John didn't want to be enjoying himself but his body had other ideas as the heat kept building. A thought crossed his mind that scared him. If he was truly going to be a prisoner, facing loneliness and isolation from the world would it be so wrong to cling to any pleasure he was given? His moans grew more audible as he let himself feel.
"Mmmm...yeah, Johnny...that's it." Randy told him as he tuned the vibrations up slightly. Randy moved the gun from his pocket, sitting it on a small table next to him with the remote. He then went to open his jeans to allow his already aroused cock to seek some freedom.
John looked at Randy, hearing the movement. His blue eyes were slightly glazed with arousal. "Damn...you're fucking huge." He mumbled, seeing Randy's cock. It wasn't a lie. John may be more muscular but the younger man had a good few inches of length on him and more thickness.
"Thanks, Johnny." Randy moaned hearing him. He loved looking at John as he moved to wrap his fingers around his girth giving a slow stroke showing off the effects the older man had on him. The increased vibrations began to make John's head spin. His hands clenched in the cuffs as his cock reached full hardness, rubbing the bed under him. "Feels good doesn't it, Johnny?" Randy called over as he relaxed back in the seat, jerking himself off at the sight.
"Y-Yes." John admitted, his chest heaving. "Fuck...if you don't turn this thing down I'm gonna cum soon."
"Go ahead, John...of course I still may not shut it off." Randy grunted a moan as he squeezed his cock as he stroked it. "I want to hear you lose it. How hot it got you feeling that pleasure coursing through you." John lasted a few minutes longer until the slow build brought him to an almost mind numbing orgasm. He would never admit it but the anal stimulation made him cum harder than he ever had in recent memory. No words left him just a moan as his lips parted in bliss, his cock throbbing as it shot its load.
"That's good, Johnny." Randy reached for the remote, turning it back to the first level. He spit into his hand to give him some moisture as he worked himself up more. "Mmmm yeah...fuck that looked so good...can't wait for the next step tomorrow."
"N-Next step?" John panted as the stimulation continued from the toy, feeling ultra sensitive now.
"Yes, Johnny." Randy grunted closing his eyes. "You...you think I would be con...mmm. Content with just using toys on you?" He spread his leg sliding him even more in the seat letting his head lean back on the chair.
"No." John admitted, the vibrations almost too much now. "I'm wiped. Could you turn off the plug?"
Randy thought maybe if he was lenient now John maybe more compliant in the morning. He reached over to shut the plug. "I am sure I can make it feel good for us both." Randy moaned. "Just gave you a sm...mmmm small taste tonight." Randy groaned out as he pictured the feeling of finally getting to feel the tight warmth of John around his cock. "Oh...yeah...mmm….yeah…" He panted out as he started to stroke faster.
The sexual pleasure wearing off John began to feel ashamed for liking it so much but Randy had truly scared him with the earlier threat and had turned off the plug when he asked. "Thank you..you're so hung you might have to go slow." John said as he watched Randy, trying to push the man over the edge so it would be over.
"Mmmm...I will, Johnny...I will." Randy moaned. Hearing John commenting the act in a more favorable way heated him more until he couldn't hold off. He moaned out before he came letting John see stream after stream of cum shoot up from Randy's cock to land over his hand. The younger man panted as he finally stopped. "Fuck." He panted.
John couldn't help staring as he had never seen anyone cum that much at once. "Damn...been awhile?" He had to ask.
"Yeah...guess you can say that." Randy lifted his head looking at John. He panted as he stood to fix his jeans knowing he can shower once he left. He then moved for the bed. "Just relax for me and I'll remove the plug."
John tried to relax, his body feeling spent. No matter what he couldn't shake his fear of the threat. "I-If I do everything you want from now on do you promise never to get tired of me and just leave me here?" He asked in a pleading tone he barely recognized as his own.
"You behave I won't leave you alone in this room...you try anything you will be." Randy told him as he went to remove the plug. "I may still bring you in here for some of our...play times."
"I...I'll behave." John told him softly, relaxing a little at the promise.
"Good." Randy went to pocket his gun again before returning to free John's hands. He then went to remove the neck shackle. He placed his hand on the gun before stepping towards the door. "You can shower if you want."
"Okay." John's body language looked defeated as he walked over by the door so he could go to the small bathroom. For such a large, muscular man he seemed so small as he almost timidly waited for Randy to open the door. The fire in his eyes had been replaced with an empty resignation. Randy opened the door letting John pass. After John left Randy went to clean up the room.
John walked to the bathroom almost feeling numb as he turned on the water and climbed into the small shower stall to wash. The way he saw it he had two choices...become Randy's sex slave and please him in every way possible or be left alone to rot. It didn't matter if he was gay or straight...nothing he wanted mattered. This was his life and the reality was crushing. How could someone's life change so fast? A few days ago he was a world famous wrestling superstar with a beautiful girlfriend, supportive family and perfect life. Now he was nothing. John washed himself, trying to fight the feeling of despair deep in his gut.
Randy finished and left the room closing it. He looked back, hoping John would not make him go through with his threat. He placed the toy in the bag to take upstairs to clean later. He then waited for John to return. A bit later John emerged from the bathroom a new kind of man. Where once he had looked at Randy with a mixture of defiance and rage there was now almost a meekness and he didn't even ask about clothing. His normally lighthearted blue eyes looked empty as he moved to sit on the couch by the TV.
Randy watched John a moment before speaking. "I am heading up for the night. I'll see you in the morning."
"Goodnight." John said softly in an almost submissive tone as he just sat, staring at the blank TV. Randy shook his head before he headed up the stairs. He wondered how much longer the gun would be needed or was John playing him? John was a good actor he knew that. No, he couldn't let his guard down yet.
John lost count of how long he just sat there numbly, his mind playing tricks on him telling him if he didn't keep Randy sexually satisfied the man would grow bored and murder him, sealing him in the stone room that would become his tomb...buried alive. Finally he moved to walk over to the TV, seeing a few DVDs that looked home made. Out of sheer boredom he popped one into the DVD player and hit play. It was an obviously fan made video of him and Randy in various compromising positions in the ring with the song Letters From the Sky. It was relatively short and the next one came on. John walked to sit back down, watching video after video of them together. He had never realized so many fans thought they wanted each other. Why did no one care how he felt? Time passed until John had watched every video. He fell asleep on the couch curled on his side.
Randy came down the next morning seeing the screensaver bouncing around the TV screen. He looked, not seeing John at first, but then moving toward the TV he saw the older man curled on the couch like a child. He walked over touching John's shoulder. John jumped as he woke quickly, for a moment forgetting where he was until it all came rushing back, the weight of depression almost too heavy. He looked to see Randy watching him. "Yes, Randy?" His voice was almost timid.
"Time to wake up, John." Randy told him with a faint smile. He walked into the bathroom, returning with a simple terry robe. "Here, put this on and follow me." John put on the robe, not asking any questions as he followed the younger man. Randy actually led John back up stairs, allowing the older man to take in the sunlight coming through the windows. "I know you enjoy cooking...so you can prepare breakfast for us."
John paused by the window, his hungry eyes taking in the sunlight and the blue sky. It was a beautiful morning. So much he had taken for granted in his life. "Thank you." He said softly and meant it. After being stuck in the small space every small kindness given him made him feel grateful. Tearing his eyes away from the window he moved to start cooking, knowing Randy's kitchen almost as well as his own.
Randy moved to sit at the kitchen island to watch John. "I'll make a deal...though I know it isn't much. When I am home...I'll let you come up to use the house. The two conditions...I need to stay where I can see you and you must not get close enough to a window that a neighbor may spot you. You can busy yourself by cooking, we can use my indoor pool or you can use my gym."
What may have seemed like nothing to John the day before felt like such a treasure now. He gave a nod. "Thank you. I...appreciate that." His tone stayed soft as he pulled eggs from the fridge.
"Good." Randy smiled as he watched John. "Of course when I need to go to work or run errands you will need to be downstairs. I will make sure you have plenty of supplies for those extended times."
John nodded, his eyes lowered as he focused on the food. He did enjoy cooking but nothing seemed to matter anymore. He just did it for something to do and to please Randy. He worked at putting together a western omelet, knowing it was the younger man's favorite. His own appetite was all but gone so he was careful how much he made so he wouldn't waste food. "Smells good, Johnny." Randy commented as the older man worked. "Want juice today?"
"Thanks...yes please." John plated Randy an omelet before working on one for himself. "Your food is finished."
"Thanks, Johnny." Randy moved to pour two glasses of orange juice from the fridge for them, carrying them to a small eat in table. John made himself an omelet and carried the plate to the table, sitting down to eat. It was truly a testament to how broken the older man was that he had used knives to cook but never once debated trying anything. He kept his eyes lowered to his plate as he ate slowly.
"Remember what I told you I wanted today, Johnny?" Randy asked after they had eaten for a while.
"Yes." John nodded with no emotion. "I remember."
"I still plan on it before I leave this afternoon. Just a question of sooner or later. Do you wish to enjoy up here more...or just deal with it after we are done?"
John felt sick in his stomach as he looked at what remained of his food. He didn't care about the pool or the gym now...he just wanted it over with so he could be left alone. He hated feeling like a kept sex toy. "We...we can do it as soon as you want." He answered, a lump in his throat.
Randy nodded. "Okay, John...finish up." He smiled. "It will be fine. Remember how good last night felt."
Randy's words made John feel ashamed but he knew he had to please Randy. "Yeah...I remember." He forced himself to finish the rest of his food.
Once done the two men cleaned up. "Okay then...I guess we can head back down if you're ready." Randy stated even if he knew somewhere in the back of his mind John would never be 'ready'.
John nodded, his eyes looking outside one final time as if memorizing it before walking toward the entrance to the basement. Randy followed John downstairs after securing the door. "In here...or there?" Randy cocked his head toward the hidden room.
"Here...please." John replied almost timidly. He dropped his robe without being told, stepping away from it as it fell to the floor.
"Okay, Johnny...I'll be right out." Randy headed into the bathroom. He came out a few moments later, stripped down except for something strapped around his shoulders and across his back. A small bottle was in his hands. "On the bed...hands and knees will make it easier on you."
John felt numb as he climbed on the bed on all fours to wait. In his broken state he just wanted to please Randy even if it killed him inside to do it. Why fight what he couldn't change? "Good, Johnny...damn you look so hot." Randy walked toward the bed. "Just like last night I'll stretch you some with my fingers first."
"Thank you." John said quietly. "I appreciate the consideration." The words were spoken without sarcasm for once.
"Of course, Johnny...I want us both to feel good." Randy told him as he looked him over. "Mmm I want to do something first." He moved, running a hand over John's round backside before delivering a sound hit to one cheek then the other. "Damn, that is a good sight." Randy told him as he did it again. John gave a grunt at the hits but offered no other reaction. It neither heated or hurt him at this point. He just let Randy use his body as he wished. "How was that, John?" Randy asked as his hand rubbed the slightly warmed flesh. "I remember how much abuse you could take in the ring." Randy voice was husky with heat as his cock twitched at the feeling.
John swallowed the lump forming in his throat. He wanted to hide away in shame but at the same time was afraid of angering Randy. His existence depended on pleasing his captor and making him return for more. If Randy grew bored of him it would be all over since he could never let him go. "I-It felt good. I liked it." He answered at last.
"Good." Randy gave two more, harder hits. "Deep down I had a feeling you would ..that defiant stare when we squared off...almost begging for more." Randy practically moaned the words out before he moved to slick two fingers. He braced his other hand on John's lower back as he proceeded to stretch him as he did before.
John fought to ignore the pain in his heart and shut down his emotions so he could be a good sex slave and just feel. The fingering had felt good last night after all. John felt the familiar stretch and felt relieved when his prostrate sent some sexual heat through his body, giving a quiet moan. "Yeah...that feel good doesn't it? See what you been missing?" Randy asked as he scissored his fingers some to stretch him a little
more.
"It...feels good, Randy." John said in response. Anything to please the younger man and boost his ego. "W-Will you...fuck me now?" He almost choked on the words.
"Sure, Johnny." Randy moved on the bed, using some of the lube on his already hard cock from hearing John moaning at the prep. He gave a shaky pant realizing he was finally getting his dream after all these years. He lined the head, rubbing it between the cheeks. "Mmmm." Was his only comment as he pushed in to spread the loosened hole slowly. John closed his eyes, groaning at the stretch he was beginning to feel. A finger felt much different than a thick cock.
"That's it, Johnny...breath...just breath." Randy encouraged as he continued to push, running one hand up and down John's back while the other held near his waist.
John tried to obey, breathing in shaky pants while tears burned his eyes. He hated this...hated Randy for using him this way. "I'm fine."
"Good." Randy got all the way in and sat still a moment. "It will ease in a moment...it will start to feel good...like the toy."
"Okay." John told him as he tried to ignore the uncomfortable feeling. Randy slowly started to pull out and push back in. He wanted to start slowly to get John used to the sensations it would cause him. John knew he had to give Randy the time of his life.
He focused on the positive feeling Randy's cock began to give as the younger man moved in and out. "F-Feels good." He panted.
"Good...Good...focus on that." Randy moaned with a lick of his lips before he started to pick up speed and his angle slightly in hopes of rubbing against if not tap against John's prostate. John felt the familiar arousing jolts go through him as Randy's thick member found his prostrate. While the actions were destroying his heart his body enjoyed the feeling. He moaned his approval so that Randy would be pleased as his cock thickened. "Mmmm Found the right angle there, Johnny?" Randy asked as he repeated it.
"Y-Yes..feels good." John moaned out as the heat went through him again, making him feel both heated and dirty.
"Mmm Good...good." Randy encouraged as he continued with deep moaned. "Fuck you feel so good, Johnny...Mmmm So good."
"I'm glad I didn't disappoint." John said honestly. In the back of his mind he couldn't believe how sick and twisted this was.
"Not at all." Randy moaned, leaning his head back as he now used both hands to grip John's waist. "Don't think you ever could, Johnny." His one hand rubbed over John's hip. "Hope you see and feel the pleasure in this as well."
"I...I do." Tears pricked John's eyes as Randy almost gentle words tore at him. This was the man who threatened over and over to kill him...was forcing him to live in a tiny prison with no life or family. "It does feel good." At least that part was true. His cock was hard and leaking.
Randy moaned with the feeling of accomplishment as he started going faster. "Reach a hand under you, Johnny...touch yourself." Randy moaned out. John reached a hand to grip his cock, stroking it just the way he did when jerking off. Needy pants left his mouth as his hand felt the wetness there. "Yes...that's it." Randy panted. "Yeah get yourself so worked up you could just blow." John moaned as he stroked himself harder, giving his balls a squeeze as he felt the building pressure.
Randy moaned as he could almost feel John's walls tighten then relax. "Fuck yeah...god so close...so good."
"M-Me too." John admitted, stroking his cock. "Is it okay if I...let go?"
"Yes...Johnny...Yes." Randy moaned out. "Right there with you." Randy moaned driving hard and deep as he felt the pleasure wanting to wash over him.
John stopped trying to hold back and cried out his climax minutes later, feeling the wetness on his hand as he shot his load. Randy groaned as he had stayed in John even after he finished, his cock slowly softening when he felt the tight constriction that came with John's release. Randy slowly moved to pull out of John then stood. "I'll bring you fresh bedding before I leave today. You were perfect, John." Randy told him as he slightly panted.
"Thank you." John said quietly, slowly moving to sit on the now soiled bed.
"Because you never delt with it...you will clear that stuff when you use the bathroom next." Randy told him. "I am going to grab a shower upstairs and will be back with the bedding."
John nodded at Randy. "Okay. Enjoy your shower." He felt like imaginary weights were on his shoulders, wanting to suffocate him. All he was good for was to be used and left alone while Randy enjoyed his normal life. Basically he was a living, breathing sex doll.
Randy turned to head for the steps. When he did John could see the straps that wrapped over his shoulder, went across his back and was a gun holster. John just sat in the silence for what seemed like hours although it was probably only minutes. Tears trailed from his eyes before he slowly walked to the bathroom to shower. Randy returned as he said he would now dressed in sweatpants and a t-shirt. He didn't see John but heard the shower so he went about making up the fresh bed. He carried the soiled sheets to a laundry area to set them aside for cleaning.