Songs of Faith and Devotion

Rush

If his was a kind and compassionate world, his brain wouldn't try to tunnel out of his skull like a groundhog hell bent for daylight. Sadly, the world was incredibly cruel. Wade's mood turned foul the minute he cracked open his eyes. The small light bulb shining from the nearby lamp blazed like a supernova. He immediately clamped his eyes shut, swore loud enough to wake the devil, and tried to keep his head from exploding.

It was true that alcohol affected the functioning of the mind. Which explained why it took him several seconds to realize he was in a mountain of trouble. The handcuffs were the first clue. Coming a close second was the unexpected chill of the room, due to his severe lack of clothing. Buck naked and shackled to a bedframe. All in all, not the way Wade had expected the evening to turn.

Maybe that saucy pair of twins he met down in the hotel bar had slipped something into his drink, intending to get more from him than pleasant conversation.

Again, the world was cruel and the only luck Wade had was the bad kind.

"Welcome back to the land of the living, Mr. Barrett." Randy Orton stepped into view. On his face he wore an unkind smile and in his hands he held a tiny metal key. "I have a proposition for you."

Chained face down on a bed, the last thing Wade should have done was antagonize. Then again, he was not a man known for taking the high road. "And I've got three words for you. Go to hell."

Randy shook a scolding finger at him. If not for the damn handcuffs, Wade would have leapt off the bed and knocked the smirk off his face. "Don't be that way, Wade. I'm trying to help you here. Trying to save your neck from getting snapped." He crossed the room in three long strides. Kneeling down beside the bed, he pressed his face in close. "Boy, when you step in it, you go right up to your knees. Which are also going to get busted if you don't swallow your pride. That among other things."

Riddles did not please Wade on the best of days. Neither did Randy Orton. Taken together, they only added to his headache. "I don't know what you're playing at, but when I get loose…"

"But you can't, Cookie." Grinning like a fox having discovered an unguarded hen house, Randy patted him on the head. He ignored the ferocious growl and pointless attempt to bite his fingers off. "The key to your freedom is quite literally in my hands." He held the key in front of Wade's eyes. "If you know what's good for you… And, let's face it, you're always looking for opportunities to better your position… You'll be a good boy and say yes." There were more growls from Wade, along with a few choice words that would have had his mother scrubbing his mouth with soap. "I'd ask you not to make this difficult, but I know you. Plus, difficult is kind of my specialty."

Wade rattled the cuffs hooked around the metal bars of the headboard. They held firm. Locked good and tight. No amount of yanking was going to get them off. A cold chill ran up his spine. Beads of sweat formed on his forehead. The bone-crushing weight of the situation finally landed on him. Like the house that squashed the Wicked Witch of the East into jelly.

Fighting back panic, he calmly asked, "Where are my clothes?"

"Elsewhere," said Randy. He tucked a lock of hair behind Wade's ear. "Now say yes."

Only a fool would acquiesce without knowing the full terms and conditions. Besides, giving in was not the way Wade did business. "Listen, Randy." He continued to speak in a calm, civilized tone. "You uncuff me, yeah? You uncuff me, give me back my belongings, and I'll just walk away. No repercussions. No revenge. I'll just forget the whole thing ever happened."

Which was a damn lie.

Wade Barrett did not forgive or forget. Given their history, both men knew that to trust in Wade was to walk blindfolded into a minefield. Eventually, shit got blown up and someone ended up in the hospital.

Setting the key on the bedside table, far beyond Wade's reach, Randy stood. "Boy do I love a challenge."

He moved outside Wade's line of sight. Even contorting his neck to an excruciating angle, Barrett couldn't spot him.

Then he heard a sound. A soft jingle of metal against metal. Wade wondered if the man had a second set of handcuffs up his sleeve.

Blinding pain blazed across his backside. "Motherfucker!" Wade jolted against the bed. Straining against the cuffs as he struggled to get out of the line of fire. There came a soft whistle as the belt sliced through the air, intent on hitting its target and leaving its mark. The crack of leather assaulting his bare flesh filled the room. No matter how much he twisted, he could find no safe haven. The blows kept coming. A relentless rain of pain that ripped tortured cries from Wade's throat. He thrashed against his restraints, not caring as they dug into his wrists. Their sharp bite was but a mild discomfort compared to the never-ending agony he endured.

Randy did not yell at him or curse or deride. He remained completely silent as he delivered blow after devastating blow.

The agony was intolerable. More than any man could stand. The humiliation of being whipped like a dog actually added insult to the injury. Wade had no words. His mind blanked. Even his voice gave out as he sobbed silently into the pillows. He couldn't remember the last time he had cried. Not manly tears during moving cinematic moments, but actual gut-wrenching, body-wracking blubbering.

Pain of that caliber had no right existing in the civilized world.

Randy paused, offering a slight reprieve. He knelt beside Wade again. Stroking his hair as he spoke. "Some people, like my buddy John, think Pets are born. That submissiveness is in their breeding. I, on the other hand, believe that under the right set of circumstances and with the proper conditioning, a Pet can be made. So think of this as an experiment."

Wade couldn't think. He focused entirely on drawing one shaky breath after another. The countless lashes had taken all of the fight out of him. All he wanted was to be left in peace with the remains of his dignity.

"You spoke of your belongings earlier." Randy ran a finger down Wade's bare back. "For your clarification, Cody Rhodes belongs to John Cena. His Pet. His property. And you made the God awful mistake of putting your hands on him. Now John-boy won't rest until he's cracked open your ribcage and yanked out your beating heart. But fear not, Mr. Barrett. I have a way to save your hide." Under his breath, he muttered, "And what a lovely hide it is."

Wade immediately tensed when a hand rested on his ass. He fully expected the spanking to continue, this time with an open palm. How much more of his manhood could he bear to lose?

The striking blow did not come.

"You need to listen to me, Wade. This is a once in a lifetime offer. The only way to save your ass is if it belongs to someone else. John has more honesty in him than the two of us put together. Once I declare you as my own, he won't dare lay a hand on you. I, of course, plan on having my wicked way with you day and night." Randy grabbed the back of Wade's head and twisted until it faced him. "Are you listening?"

Inches from that stern face and perhaps seconds from another beating, Wade mumbled a humble, "Yes."

"That's yes, Sir. Say it."

Wade could not make his lips move.

Fingers twisting in his inky black hair, Randy growled, "Maybe you miss the feel of the leather of my belt!"

"No, Sir!" Wade shuddered at the pitiful, pleading tone of his voice. He was a shell of his formerly arrogant self. "I can't take anymore, Sir. Please."

Randy released his hair. "You learn fast. So I'm going to give you a crash course on the workings of our new relationship. A relationship you'll stick with as long as you don't want your innards yanked out like a Thanksgiving turkey." He took Wade's silence as compliance. "I am your Master and you shall address me as Sir. I will care for you better than you probably deserve. In return, I expect nothing less than total obedience. No arguments. No back talk. I hear even the hint of sarcasm and you are going to wish I let Cena have you. Have I made myself absolutely clear?"

Wade took some pride in the fact that his tears had stopped. The pain of his cheeks had faded to a dull but constant sting. As long as Randy stowed the belt away, he would oblige. "Yes, Sir. I understand, Sir."

Throwing his head back, Randy laughed long and hard. He practically bent over double as the mirth took hold. As it died down to a chuckle, he grinned at Wade. "You sure know how to shovel some bullshit and swear it's diamonds. But that's okay." He patted Wade's bottom. "I love a challenge."

Rising from his knees, Randy again disappeared from sight. Wade heart a faint rustling but could not decipher the source. He had no choice but to wait for the next round of torture.

"First things first." Randy popped back into the picture. In his hands he held not a bullwhip or a cat o'nine tails. It was a small plastic bottle. Wade could not see the label. "I mend what I break. This ought to take the sting away."

He straddled Wade. A move the newly inducted Pet did not expect. Randy rested just below his knees, pinning Barrett's legs to the bed. He heard the cap pop open.

Maybe this was some sort of alcohol induced hallucination. Wade would wake up in a few hours with the hangover from hell and the whole thing would fade from memory. Except that the pain from the lashes had been too real to have been the product of his pickled brain.

Then there were hands on his ass and Wade became absolutely sure he was wide awake.

Randy rubbed soothing lotion into his abraded skin. His expert hands soon made the pain a distant, but still unpleasant memory. Wade could do little more than bury his burning face in the pillow. Never in all his years had he been treated so roughly. Sure, he took the occasional bump in the ring or got pummeled by his opponents. That was business. A relentless lashing with a leather belt did not count as a professional hazard.

It was intolerable. Unforgivable. A treacherous act that demanded retribution. The swiftest of vengeance. Against John Cena. Against Cody Rhodes. And especially against that diabolical bastard Randy Orton. Wade would have his pound of flesh, blood and all. By the time he was done, they would wish they had never dared to treat Wade Barrett in such a manner.

The hands roamed. No longer on his ass, they traveled upward. Strong fingers kneaded the muscles of his lower back. Working out the knots and making Wade feel surprisingly loose. The tension left his body a piece of a time until he was utterly relaxed. The higher the hands went, coaxing out every crick and cramp, the deeper Wade sunk into the warm pool of bliss that threatened to engulf him.

Eyes sliding shut, Wade did something he swore never to do. Especially when he was at such a disadvantage. He let his guard down. Thoughts of bloody vengeance slipped from his mind as those capable hands massaged his shoulders. His anger evaporated like morning mist. Before he could rein it in, a soft sigh slipped from his lips. If this was where spankings led, then perhaps he had been too quick to judge them.

"That's it, Pet." Randy kissed the side of his neck. Peppering pecks from Wade's shoulder to just under his ear. "All you have to do here is let me have you. Be mine." His tongue graced the edge of Wade's ear, earning him a delightful shiver and an unexpected moan. His fingers gently combed through Wade's hair. "Mine to protect. Mine to keep. Mine to love as only I can. Tell me you want that, Pet."

Sometimes peace mattered more than pride. Inside, Wade compromised. He could still be a badass in the ring, dominating every Superstar that dared to stand against him. If it meant having those hands on his body and that voice in his ear, he would submit.

"Yes, Sir. I want that very much."

In the blink of an eye, the hands were gone. So was the comfortable weight of his Master's body. Wade opened his eyes and pulled against the cuffs to see where he had gone. They jingled as he tried to turn.

"Easy, Pet." Randy stepped into view. Completely naked. He sat beside Wade and took his chin in his hand. He lifted it a bit before leaning down until their faces were inches apart. "You and I have hours of fun ahead of us. I promise to bring your every fantasy to life. Along with a few you never dreamed of."

Wade's first instinct, as Randy's lips came closer and the intent became evident, was to turn away. As his Master said, he was a fast learner. It was time to retire those old instincts.

They kissed awkwardly. Wade raised up on his elbows to accommodate the angle as his Master plundered his mouth. Nails raked his scalp as he was tasted until he trembled. He gulped air when he could, sometimes going so long without a breath that his head spun. It was not until he heard his Master chuckling that Wade realized he was grinding against the mattress. Somewhere between those marvelous hands and that superb mouth, he had developed an achingly hard dick. His body acted on its own as it sought relief. The sinful smile he received did nothing to cool his blood.

"I've waited years for a Pet of my own. Then you had to come along and bless my life with your foolishness. Oh, the fun we shall have!"

Eyes wide, Wade watched him uncork the lotion and spread a bit of it on his fingers. He failed to track the movement as they reached out of sight. Cool and slick, they slid between his cheeks. Wade's face dropped into his pillow as they circled his hole. Things were moving much faster than he expected. A little slap and tickle was one thing. The fact remained that Wade Barrett did not bottom.

"Wait!" Thankfully, the fingers stilled. "I haven't… I don't…" For some reason, it was an embarrassing admission. "I've never…" He did a faceplant into the pillow, rather than complete the sentence.

Randy managed to fill in the blanks. "You're a virgin?"

Surprisingly, there was no ridicule in that voice. If Wade could wrench his head around, he'd find no mocking smirk on his Master's face. That fact failed to curb the humiliation building inside him. "Only in that particular area." For the second time that night, he wished the whole experience were only an awful dream.

Taking their past into consideration, Wade fully expected to have his announcement met with derision. Especially since he would have done the same if the roles had been reversed. He waited for the scathing remarks, the cutting quips, the jabs at his already diminishing manhood.

None came.

"Okay," said Randy, mostly to himself. "Slight change in plans. No worries, though. Might take a little more time, but I will get that cherry."

The second surprise was the sudden release of his hands. Randy unlocked the cuffs and set them aside. For a few moments, Wade didn't move. He lay on the bed, watching his Master. Waiting for him to reach for the belt or some other weapon should he try to escape.

"You're letting me go?" Perhaps his luck had turned around and Orton preferred a more experienced Pet.

Randy stood his head. "Can't have you chained up on your first time." He climbed onto the bed, on top of Wade, forcing him onto his back. "But don't worry. It won't be too long before the sight of those cuffs has you begging me to put them on you. You'll learn to love the feel of leather and metal."

Hands free, Wade saw his opportunity. He'd push Randy off him, possibly bash his head in with a lamp, and run out of the room. Lack of clothing took a backseat to ending the waking nightmare. He'd take his chances running naked down the hallway. The goal was to put as much distance between himself and that sadistic madman as possible. Forget vengeance. He'd settle for survival.

Wade got tripped up by his pride. He had underestimated his opponent. Did not take into account Orton's devious nature.

The feel of his Master's fingers skimming up and down his hard length took all the fight out of him. A sweep as light as the flutter of butterfly wings and Wade Barrett abandoned his plan, along with his free will.

Let the sadistic madman have him.

"I'm gonna show your how good I can be, Pet." Randy laid possessive kisses on his jaw, his chin, his neck. Fondling all the while. His tongue lapped at the throbbing pulse point. Relished the salty taste of his sweat. Randy made a meal of his Pet. Devouring him slowly. The earlobe was a delicacy he delightfully nibbled until he was rewarded with the smallest of whimpers. They were making progress. "By the time I'm through, your entire existence will revolve around me. Pleasing me. I will own you."

Let it not be said that Wade did not receive full disclosure. Randy was upfront about his intentions. Stated them loud and clear. In the past, Wade had done the owning, the demanding, the dominating. He'd expected others to follow his orders, act according to his plans. Life with a Master, however, took the scheming out of his hands. The decisions were made for him. It fell to him to simply obey. His Master promised him pleasure beyond his wildest imaginings. Wade felt he knew the mind of the Viper quite well and that brain could be pretty damn ingenious. After only a few light strokes and fierce kisses, Wade already mewled like a whipped bitch. He did not doubt his Master's ability to turn him inside out.

It was a simple decision, really. Clearly, he had more to gain than to lose. In typical Wade Barrett fashion, he selected the option that best suited him.

"What can I do, Sir?" It felt oddly exhilarating to be so unsure. No plots. No plans. Completely at the whim of another. Like an acrobat flying without a net, Wade could very well plunge to his doom. He trusted his Master to take him to previously unknown heights before safely bringing back to Earth. "What can I do to please you?"

Randy displayed his signature cocky grin. He finally had the man where he wanted him. "Just relax, Pet. And I'll love you as no one else ever has or ever will."

With a promise like that, ownership didn't seem so bad.

The touch of his Master's lips on his skin was electric. Wade jolted at the unexpected scrape of teeth across his nipple. He didn't bother trying to contain the groan that sprang free as an inquisitive tongue traced the outline of his stomach muscles. He hadn't expected the area around his belly button to be so sensitive. His gasp of surprise seemed to amuse his Master. The wicked man chuckled, relentlessly circling his navel.

"Spread your legs."

Hot breath danced across his dick, causing a temporary shutdown of his mental functions. No longer running on all cylinders, Wade managed to comply. His most pressing thought was the prospect of filling his Master's mouth with his cock. Being treated to the moist heat and talented tongue. And those lips! To feel them puckered tight around his shaft was almost too much.

Should he ask? Was such a request allowed?

"Sir?"

"Yes, Pet?" Randy had retrieved his bottle of lotion.

Suddenly, Wade was too shy to ask. A new development in his fast changing world. Never before had he been stricken by a bout of bashfulness. He was loud and brash. He was a man that spoke his mind, damn the consequences. Now an inner struggle gave him pause. There was more than a simple ass kicking at stake if he somehow managed to cross the boundaries. He did not doubt his Master's inclination to dole out violence. From what Wade had experienced, punishment came swiftly. Who knew what possible tortures might be inflicted?

"Never mind." For once, he erred on the side of caution.

Putting aside the lotion, Randy looked him in the eye. Held his gaze for several uncomfortable seconds. "Tell me."

Two words and Wade broke. "I was wondering, Sir… That is, I was hoping…" Why was it so difficult? He had asked for blowjobs on a number of occasions. Sometimes while half bombed out of his mind. Yet asking his Master for a little oral interaction had him stammering like, well, a virgin.

Wade Barrett blushing was like Halley's Comet. A rare and beautiful sight. It somewhat softened Randy's heart. "Talk to me, Pet. That accent does more for me than a little blue pill ever could."

Wade failed to keep the smile off his face. That was his first compliment he received from his Master. Bolstered by the kind words, he said, "Sir, I would like nothing more than to have your mouth on me right now. And by on, I mean around. And by me, I mean…" He gestured to his erection.

The request had been made. He could only wait for a response.

His Master seemed to ponder for quite some time. Long enough that Wade began to worry. His heart thudded heavily in his chest. He could not bear looking at his Master's face. So blank as he sat deep in thought. The fear of being denied trumped any worry of physical violence. He wanted very much for his Master to say yes.

Wade quickly added, "It would help me relax, Sir. Make my first time a bit easier."

The wheels in Randy's head spun to a stop. "Is that right, Pet?"

"Yes, Sir." Wade licked his lips in anticipation.

Smirking, Randy picked up the lotion again. "I need to remember not to underestimate you, Pet. You are so very, very tricky."

Another compliment? Possibly.

All that Wade cared about was his Master taking him in his hand. He had not time to gloat as the tip of his Master's pink tongue poked between his lips. The man took his sweet time drawing closer. Bringing Wade's hard dick within licking distance. So focused was he on the impending contact that he failed to notice his Master's other hand.

The first lap coupled with the insertion of a slippery finger into his ass had Wade bucking off the bed. He barely had time to recover as he was immediately engulfed by his Master's mouth. He struggled to catch his breath with the thrusting digit slicking his passage. His Master had the audacity to hum as he sucked. Wade's body vibrated like a finely tuned guitar string. "Oh, sweet Jesus!"

Humming turned to soft chuckling, which did nothing to improve Wade's mental state. His Master clearly enjoyed being the cause of his absolute ruin. A second finger joined the first and then there was stretching. Uncomfortable at first, but then his Master managed to take him right down to the root, which he had to concede was pretty bloody marvelous. By the time the third digit squeezed through his not quite so tight opening, Wade had fully accepted his bottom status.

He tried not to show his disappointment when the mouth and fingers left him. His Master gave him one last farewell lick before he positioned himself between Wade's splayed legs.

"I did as you asked because I wanted to." Randy placed a pillow under Wade's hips, raising him up. "Don't think for a minute, dear Pet, that you have me wrapped around your little finger. Although I am quite fond of your pout." His palms coasted up and down Wade's thighs. "I'm finding so many things to love about you, Pet. Maybe I'll start a list."

The full weight of the situation settled on Wade's shoulders as the smooth helmeted head brushed across his hole. No turning back. No turning the tables so it was his Master on his back instead of him. He was going to be fucked by a man that, as little as two hours ago, he would have happily smacked upside the head with a steel chair.

Two hours ago, Wade Barrett would not have looked forward to being kissed by Randy Orton again. Would not have wondered if he could taste himself on those lips. He most certainly would not have drawn his legs back, trembling with anticipation.

"How do I love thee?" Randy locked dark eyes on his Pet, finally claiming what was rightfully his. "Let me count the ways."

Despite the preparation, the penetration of his Master's cock brought tears to Wade's eyes. He bit his lip to take his mind off the pain. The thickness slowly filled him. More than those fingers ever could. Heart hammering against his ribs, he breathed in short bursts. Gasped at the seemingly endless length. Deeper and deeper it went.

"Oh, God, how much more?" He fisted the sheets as the invasion continued.

"Does it hurt?" Randy rubbed Wade's thighs, massaging the tense muscles. "Want me to pull out?"

"Yes… No… I don't know." There was pain, but no more than he could handle. He knew pleasure waited on the other side. He could almost feel it beneath the hurt. "No," he finally decided. "I can handle it, Sir. Please don't stop."

Sinking to the bottom, Randy said, "Your stubbornness definitely makes the list. You never give up, Pet. Not until you get what you want. So let me give it to you."

His Master withdrew with the same breath stealing slowness. A different kind of ache developed within him. Wade didn't want him to leave. Even half a moment of emptiness was too much. As much as he belonged to his Master, his Master belonged to him. No one but Wade would feel the cold metal bite of the handcuffs or the unforgiving sting of his leather belt. Ownership, like half the boys in the locker room, went both ways.

Hands on his pretty Brit's hips, Randy surged forward. He was rewarded with a broken cry ripped from his Pet's throat. "Got your cherry now, Pet. Got your legs around my waist and my dick deep in your ass." He threw his head back, roaring with laughter as Wade swore loudly. "No one else gets this. Your hot, tight ass and your pretty little mouth. Come on, Pet. Let me hear that accent."

Wade's chest heaved in a futile attempt to fill his lungs. This was no gentle lovemaking. It was hard and rough and Wade Barrett wouldn't have it any other way. "All for you, Sir… Please, please don't stop… don't stop fucking me… Please…" He had never been a bottom bitch in his life. Never begged for anything from anyone. Somehow, his Master brought it out in him. Made him crave the pounding thrusts even as his once pure passage throbbed in protest. "Didn't know it would feel like this?"

"What, Pet?"

Acting on an instinct he never knew existed, he clenched his muscles. "Your cock, Sir." Groaning loudly, Wade squeezed again. Drew himself tighter around that wonderful thickness. "Didn't know it would make me so fucking needy!"

"I'm right here, Pet." Fingers digging into flesh, Randy drove himself deeper. Snapped his hips harder. Every moan, every groan, every sweet, stuttering word fueled his passion. "Take what you need from me. Take everything." He drew the other man's legs up and further back. Forced his knees practically into his chest.

"Oh, fuck!" The change of angle delivered more of his Master's cock to his aching body. He twisted the sheets in his tortured grip. It was all too much. Too thick. Too hot. Too perfect. "Come… Wanna come… Oh, God, please!"

"You ask me, Pet," growled Randy. "You beg me. Only I bring you salvation."

Dignity in tatters, desperate for relief, Wade called upon his Master. "Please, Sir… Please, can I come?"

One blessed word was all he needed.

"Yes." Randy gripped his Pet's dick, stroking him over the edge.

Wade screamed as he fell. Comets streaked across the inside of his closed eyelids. He latched onto the strong arms of his Master. He couldn't let go. He would never let go. Not as long as there was still breath left in his body. His Master. His to keep. His to love, probably better than the devious bastard deserved.

That was a night he would never forget. A night of so many firsts. First bondage. First spanking. First coupling. And, finally, the first time his Master filled him with come. The heat of it took him by surprise. Wade gasped and shuddered at each shot of spunk splashing across his insides. A sensation he felt he could get used to.

He groaned with relief as his legs were finally lowered. His Master withdrew to lie beside him. For the first few seconds, Wade concentrated on catching his breath. He could not bear to look at the other man while in such a disheveled state. Hair matted to his forehead, semen streaked across his belly, and a distinct used and abused feeling throughout his body. He needed time to collect himself.

Time, of course, was not on the side of Wade Barrett.

Taking the other man's face in his hand, Randy forced his head to turn towards him. His thumb caressed his Pet's flushed cheeks. "If I had known you were this good, I would have spanked your ass a long time ago."

Wade cracked open an eye. "Permission to speak, Sir?"

"Granted."

Offering a small smile, he said, "If I had known bottoming to you , Sir, would feel that bloody fantastic, I would've made a play for Cody Rhodes long before tonight."

I come up to meet you
Up there somewhere
When I rush to greet you
My soul is bared