Songs of Faith and Devotion
Mercy In You
Cody always fell asleep before John. Couldn't blame the poor little Pet. His Master wore him out. Drained him of every last drop of energy. John wasn't satisfied until his Cody was completely spent. Until his body could no longer handle the passion John provided.
Last night had been no exception.
Even after the refresher course in the bathroom, where John reminded sweet Cody of his place and his absolute ownership, Master and Pet continued to play. John teased, bringing his Pet achingly close to his peak before stopping completely. Over and over, he brought Cody to the brink, only to snatch away the bliss that had been so tantalizingly close. Such sweet, sweet agony. Those blue eyes pleading when words failed. Every whimper and barely contained sob stirred John's soul and made his dick harder. He'd pushed his Pet further than ever before. Even the slightest touch, the brush of a fingertip across his skin, set loose a series of shudders as Cody struggled to hold on.
So loyal. It warmed John's heart.
Proving that he did, indeed, have a heart, he finally granted Cody his release. And it had been glorious. Completely overcome, his Pet did not hold back. He shouted loud enough to wake the entire floor. It had been a miracle no one came beating down his door, accusing John of killing the man.
As expected, Cody had fallen asleep shortly thereafter. Wrapped up in his Master's arms, he slipped seamlessly into slumber. Transfixed by that peaceful, angelic face, John had watched him sleep until his eyelids grew too heavy to keep open.
If John had to make a list of the favorite parts of his day, waking up next to Cody would have been near the very top.
There was barely enough sunlight coming through the curtains to properly see, but John knew the features of the man beside him so well, he could draw them from memory. John's fingertips traced the curve of Cody's cheek. He took a moment to admire the sweep of his eyelashes. Feather soft against the rough pad of his thumb. His skin was smooth and warm and perfect.
Cody Rhodes was perfection. And John was so fucking happy to have him.
"Someone has to make you happy, Sir. Make you smile. And I'm glad that it's me."
His Pet's gracious words echoed in John's mind. Even after witnessing John in the fiercest rage that had ever consumed him. He'd reasserted his dominance out of the fear of being replaced. Cody was too precious a thing, to precious a person to lose. Not without a fight.
John made a living out of fighting. And he hated to lose.
Cody was his, of that John was certain.
Time to show his appreciation.
The two of them slept naked. In the event of an emergency, they had clothes at the ready. They could get reasonably dressed in under a minute if the need arose.
The only need that concerned John was to hear Cody call out for him again.
Any man could inflict pain. It didn't take much strength of character to force another into submission. The true testament of a Master's power was his ability to be gentle. A firm hand for discipline, a sweet caress for reward.
John kissed Cody, not with forceful dominance, not to assert his authority, but with a soft touch. A warm welcome to coax Cody back into the waking world. Gently nibbling on his bottom lip, slipping his tongue in for the briefest taste. How easily he could take what he wanted. Force himself deep until Cody had no choice but to accept him.
This moment was about giving, not taking. As much as he ached to assert full control as a Master should, John exercised restraint.
He soon found his patience rewarded with the press of Cody's lips against his own. A distinctly positive response. A shy tongue found John's, becoming bolder as their passion intensified.
Eyelids fluttering, Cody eased into wakefulness. At first he appeared confused. As if rising from a wonderful dream only to find that it continued in reality. Blue eyes not fully focused. Eyebrows furrowed in a manner John found quite endearing.
"Sir?"
Maybe he thought he was still asleep, still dreaming.
"Good morning, Pet."
And what a glorious morning it was.
John didn't let Cody get out another word. His Pet's mouth was better suited for other things. Like kissing. Cody kissed like he'd never have the opportunity again. Like he had to make the most of the moment before it ended.
If John Cena were declared the Undisputed Ruler of the World, the moment would never end. He'd spend hour after hour basking in the glory of Cody's mouth. Coaxing moan after moan until they became a continuous stream of longing.
He abandoned Cody's mouth to let the poor man catch his breath. There was plenty more to savor. From the insistent pressing of Cody's hips, his Pet had a particular area in mind.
John loved Cody best when he was needy. When his entire being was focused on physical pleasure. When his Pet could barely form sentences, communicating by thrusting and grinding and groaning.
In the middle of tracing Cody's collarbone with his tongue, there came a knock at the door. John ignored it. He'd put up the Do Not Disturb sign and expected it to be obeyed.
The knocking continued, growing louder.
John growled, turning murderous eyes towards the door. Whoever waited on the other side had hell to pay for this interruption. He'd go beyond filing a complaint with the management. No strongly worded letter to the owner of the hotel chain. John would put his freed on the line and commit all-out assault.
No one fucked with him when he was trying to fuck Cody!
Stalking away from the bed, pausing only to put on a bathrobe, Johnny hauled the door open. "Can't you fucking read?!"
A woman whose head barely reached the height of John's chest stared up at him, wide eyed and trembling. She shoved a plain white box under his nose. "I'm sorry, Mr. Cena, but Mr. Orton said that I had to deliver this to you, that it was extremely urgent, that you absolutely had to get it as soon as possible and I'm a big fan of ours, Mr. Cena, it was nice to meet you." She somehow managed to get all that out in one breath.
If his mother could see him now, she'd smack John upside the head.
"Ummm…" Words escaped him. "Thank you…" He took the box.
Before John could ask the woman her name, offer her an apology and an autograph, she took off down the hall. Probably heading straight to her manager to ask for a week's vacation, starting immediately,
John simply stared at the empty hallway for a few seconds. He shook the box. Something rattled inside. With his luck, Orton had sent him a scorpion.
He made sure the Do Not Disturb sign was securely in place before closing the door.
Cody waited, curled up on the bed, arms wrapped around the pillow John had slept on, naked body covered by the sheets. Curious eyes watched John's approach.
Master sat beside Pet. His back resting against the headboard. John drew the pillow onto his lap, allowing Cody to rest his head on it. He stroked Cody's back, soaking in the warmth of his skin. The need to touch was constant. John simply couldn't keep his hands off of him.
John opened the box. Inside laid a digital voice recorder. The device was no bigger than the span of his hand.
"Randy, what kind of game are you playing?" John wondered aloud.
He was so not in the mood for one of Orton's pranks. Especially when it took precious time away from his Pet.
Seeing no other alternative, John pressed PLAY.
"Well, this ought to be interesting." Randy's voice sounded quite lifelike coming from the small machine. "I promised to take care of your problem, John boy, and I don't go back on my word."
Mention of the problem brought the issue flashing back to John's mind with crystal clarity.
Wade Barrett.
For a frightening moment, John saw red. He felt Cody tense beneath him, no doubt reading his Master's mood.
John forced himself to calm down. He had employed Randy as his enforcer for the simple reason that John would undoubtedly lose control and cross a line best left uncrossed.
"Remember you gave me free reign," Randy continued. "I've taken matters into my own hands. Trust me. Barrett is going to get what he deserves and thensome."
John could imagine Randy's sinister grin as his plot unfolded. The man was as coldblooded as they came and John as grateful to have him in his corner. To be in Orton's bad books was to go through life with an axe hanging overhead, waiting for it to fall.
"Here we go." There was some shuffling, most likely the recorder being moved. "Welcome back to the land of the living, Mr. Barrett."
John liked to think he had a vivid imagination. A number of appealing circumstances sprang to mind. Still he would have preferred a video to a voice recording. So he could watch the events unfold.
"I have a proposition for you," said Randy.
"And I've got three words for you," replied Wade. "Go to hell."
Grinning like a child on Christmas, John practically bounced on the bed. If he knew Randy as well as he thought, Orton had the other man secured in some kind of trap. There was no escaping retribution.
"Don't be that way, Wade. I'm trying to help you here. Trying to save your neck from getting snapped."
A lie so convincing even John almost believed it. Randy wasn't letting Wade off easy. Not by a long shot.
"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."
"Damn right," said John. And he knew a man who owned a sledgehammer.
Wade growled, "I don't know what you're playing at, but when I get loose…"
"But you can't, Cookie. The key to your freedom is quite literally in my hands." Randy paused. "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."
It sounded like Randy was offering the enemy a choice of his poison. Whatever the decision, whatever Barrett agreed to, there would be pain involved.
Cody sat up, resting his head on John's shoulder. "What's happening?" He wore a concerned look on his face. "What's going on? Is Randy going to do something to Wade?"
"Hush, Pet." John turned up the volume, hanging on every word.
"I'd ask you not to make this difficult," said Randy, "but I know you. Plus, difficult is kind of my specialty."
John heard the sound of metal clanging on metal.
So Orton had him chained up. John could barely contain his excitement. Where was a bowl of popcorn when he needed one?
"Where are my clothes?"
And naked! Chained up and naked! Oh, life was sweet! Such wonderful humiliation! If only there were pictures!
"Elsewhere." Randy sounded as if he couldn't care less about Wade's modesty concerns. They were literally the last of the doomed man's problems. "Now say yes."
"Listen, Randy." A tremor of worry ran through Wade's voice. "You uncuff me, yea? You uncuff me, give me back my belongings, and I'll walk away. No repercussions. No revenge. I'll just forget the whole thing ever happened."
"Bullshit!" shouted Cody. He quickly looked at John to gauge his Master's reaction to his outburst. "Sorry, Sir."
John kissed Cody. A quick peck on the lips that ended before it could become something more serious. As deeply as his desire to devour his Pet ran, John needed to hear Wade's suffering. It would make their eventual lovemaking all the sweeter.
"Boy do I love a challenge."
A hollow silence came from the device. John briefly wondered if it had stopped recording.
"Motherfucker!"
Both men jumped on the bed. John dropped the recorder in shock. The device landed in Cody's lap.
Wade Barrett screamed his head off. Mingled with the agonized cries was the sound of something, some object coming into violent contact with flesh. The questionable sound lacked the bluntness of a fist smashing against muscle and bone. So Randy didn't pound on his captive with his bare knuckles.
What was that sound? What was happening?
Cody had the answer. "He's being spanked." His lips curved into a smile which turned into a grin as the screaming continued.
A spanking, was it? His Pet should have known, having been on the receiving end a time or two. Of course, when his Master took the strap to his ass, Cody howled with pleasure. The Pet ended up with a red bottom and a hard dick.
"It sounds like he's getting the whipping of a lifetime."
After a while the screaming stopped, but the licks kept on coming. Over and over again, the sharp crack of the leather against Wade's buttocks. John relished every snivel and sob he could make out. Randy Orton had broken down the Barrett Barrage.
"Some people, like my buddy John, think Pets are born. That submissiveness is in their breeding." The lashings had ceased. Randy spoke calmly, not sounding the least bit winded after such exertion. "I, on the other hand, believe that under the right circumstances and with the proper conditioning, a Pet can be made. So think of this as an experiment."
Unless the experiment involved hooking a car battery up to Wade's nuts and giving him a jolt he wouldn't soon forget, John didn't like the path Randy was heading down. It sounded less like torture and more like reward.
"You spoke of your belongings earlier," said Randy. "For your clarification, Cody Rhodes belongs to John Cena. His Pet. His property."
"Damn right," growled John. He put a protective arm around Cody, keeping him close.
"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."
Truer words had never been spoken. Cody may have brought him bliss, but John still wanted to feel Wade's bones crack in his hands.
"But fear not, Mr. Barrett. I have a way to save your hide. And what a lovely hide it is."
Red flag. Something wasn't right.
While Randy's tone had started off as menacing, there was a sudden underlying softness to it. Like when John punished Cody not out of actual anger, but because his Pet needed to be taught a lesson. No malice. No sinister motives. Just a bit of tough love to get his message across.
Wade Barrett didn't deserve love, tough or otherwise. He deserved pain and misery for daring to try to come between a Master and his Pet.
"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's blood ran cold. This was not possible. His ears were deceiving him.
Again, Cody asked, "What's happening?"
"John had more honesty in him than the two of us put together," Randy continued. "Once I declare you as my own, he won't dare lay a hand on you."
"No…" John stared at the recorder in abject horror. As if it were a modern day Pandora's Box, unleashing nightmare's into his otherwise peaceful world. There was no hope in sight. Only the misery that he had wished on Wade coming back to bite him on the ass. "No… This isn't what I wanted… What are you doing?"
It got worse.
"I, of course, plan on having my wicked way with you day and night."
"Stop it!" John shouted at the tiny machine as if it could alter events that had already happened. "Why are you doing this? Damn it, Orton! I trusted you!"
Cody tried to place a calming hand on his Master's shoulder, but he shook it away. The numbness inside John turned to white hot fury. Randy had betrayed him. To offer such a gift to their enemy…
"Are you listening?"
John didn't want to hear any more. He couldn't stomach another word. Fuck their Code of Conduct! He'd have vengeance on them both! See how well Randy protected Wade with two broken legs and a fractured skull!
Voice barely above a whisper, Cody said, "Maybe he'll say no. Wade won't submit to anyone."
"Yes," mumbled Wade.
The final nail in the coffin. Confirmation of Randy's treachery.
An eerie sort of calm came over John. He didn't fly into a rage. Did not call down curses on Orton and Barrett. Instead, he merely sat there as the recording played on, hearing none of it. John existed in an isolated bubble, floating in a red haze, plotting.
No mercy.
"Randy and Wade are very lucky."
Cody's words barely penetrated the fog of vengeance filling John's head. When they did, they gave him reason to pause. Created a break in the clouds.
"What? Why?"
"They'll have each other now," Cody said. "They'll belong to each other, so they won't ever have to worry about being lonely." He slid into his Master's lap, letting the recorder fall to the side. "It's a horrible thing being lonely. Having no one to look after you and care for you. That's why I'm so happy to have you, Sir. So happy to be yours and only yours."
This was fighting dirty. A naked Pet perched on his lap, with only a cotton robe between them, evaporating John's plans for retribution.
Lacking rage, John latched onto righteous indignation. "This is Randy Orton and Wade Barrett you're talking about. As sneaky and underhanded a pair as have ever existed."
Blue eyes beaming sincerity, Cody asked, "Don't they deserve to be happy like us?" He snuggled closer, sliding his arms around John's neck. They sat chest to chest and nearly nose to nose. "Don't I make you happy, Sir?"
The worst kind of blackmail! The kind that left John with no choice. He had to give in. If it meant a guarantee that Barrett would never come after his Pet again, then John would have to concede defeat.
Not before reminding Cody which of them was truly in charge.
Catching his Pet off guard, John flipped Cody onto his back. Cody let out a squeak of surprise that had John grinning. It was good to be on top.
"You make me very happy, Pet." John undid the knot of his robe, letting it fall open. "Can't you see? I'm getting happier by the minute?" A naked Cody sprawled across their bed did wonders on lifting John's morale.
Repositioning the pillows for optimum comfort, John came across the recorder. It was still playing. Which gave him a wickedly wonderful idea.
Randy had to know John would find a way to use the device against him. Sure he could play the recording for the entire locker room to hear, but he preferred a more personal touch when doling out the punishment.
Rewinding to the beginning, John pressed RECORD and placed the device within range.
Time to for the couple to pick up where they left off, before the rude interruption.
Using only his fingertip, John circled Cody's nipple. He watched his Pet's eyes ease shut. Completely submissive and at the will of his Master.
"Do you like this, Pet?" After a few passes, John flicked his finger across the hardened nub. "Does this make you happy?"
Cody's back arched as the teasing continued. "Yes, Sir." Flicks turned to plucks and pinches that soon had him shivering in pleasure. "You're so good to me."
"Let's see how good I can be."
His nipples weren't the only parts that stiffened. Cody's morning erection rebounded, harder than before. Kneeling between his spread legs, John watched it bob up and down with every wriggle.
Normally, John avoided touching Cody's cock until the last possible moment. Until his Pet pleaded to be stroked. This time, however, John had an audience to consider. He glanced at the digital recorder.
Leave the tantalizing for later. Now, John had a statement to make. He'd force Randy to hear him bring his Pet to the height of ecstasy, make his Cody scream louder than Wade ever could, while showing Wade exactly what he was missing.
Cody belonged to him, but he'd give the other men a sample of that perfection.
Still toying with Cody's nipple, so sensitive that the slightest touch had his Pet writhing, John slid his free hand lower. Fingers trailed down Cody's belly. They circled his belly button, another hot spot. John had mapped all of his unique erogenous zones. The belly button was one, along with the backs of his knees and his ankles. All it took was a little nibbling for Cody to melt into a puddle. His body went limp and he lost all control. A fabulous sight to behold.
Unfortunately, they had a voice recorder at their disposal, not a camera. It was the sounds that they hoped to capture.
Cody's flesh was hot to the touch. John pressed his palm against the throbbing heat, wrapping his fingers around his shaft. It felt so good to hold Cody like that. So right. No one else deserved the honor of making his Pet's breath hitch on the first stroke. John considered himself blessed.
"I have something special for you, Pet."
He didn't wait for Cody to ask what it was.
John took the swollen head in his mouth. He loved Cody's startled shout. There was so much of Cody to love. Tenderness. Honesty. Trust. Cody gave so completely of himself, he was always surprised when John gave back.
Seldom did he suck his Pet's cock. Not because he found no pleasure in it. Quite the opposite. John enjoyed it. The taste of Cody filling his mouth. The broken cry as he tongued the weeping slit, collecting all of the delicious juices. Sliding the shaft down his throat and practically sucking the come from Cody's balls. It gave John a rush to be so closely connected while bringing his Pet pleasure. Swallowing Cody's spunk, knowing he was going to make him come again.
John sucked Cody's dick on such rare occasions because it was so damn special he didn't want to risk it becoming ordinary.
Nothing about his Pet was ordinary.
"Please, Sir. Can I come?" Cody panted, fighting against the pull of release. He needed permission from his Master. The pleasure was his alone to grant or deny. "In your mouth… Feels so good… Can I, please? Can I come in your mouth like you come in mine?"
How could John say no when his Pet begged so sweetly?
Not willing to pause even to give the go ahead, John slid two fingers into Cody's ass. That was all the permission he required. Cody let slip the bonds of self-control. In the throes of passion, he became wild. This was the side of his Pet John loved to unleash. No restraint. Complete abandon. A force of nature John struggled to hold onto as Cody pumped his love into his mouth.
Each swallow made John's own cock ache. He had other needs to satisfy.
John used lubricant to make himself slick. He pushed Cody's legs back, spreading them as wide as possible. Cody helped by gripping his knees and holding himself in place.
"Thank you, Pet."
Sweet tightness greeted him. John felt himself being drawn in. He sank slowly. Deeper and deeper. Watching the rise and fall of Cody's chest as he slid home. There was nothing in the world like being home. This was where he belonged. Even when surrounded by fans, John sometimes felt alone.
Not here.
Not now.
Not with Cody.
Leaning forward, John kissed him. Delving as deep as his cock plunged into his Pet's ass. John shared the taste of Cody's come. Delighted as the younger man suckled his tongue. This made John hotter. This bonding over spilled seed.
"I love you," John whispered. Those words were for Cody's ears alone.
Releasing his legs to wrap his arms around his Master's neck, Cody replied, "I love you, too."
The first thrust was the sweetest. Cody gasped, as if surprised by the power of his Master's hips.
"What is your Promise, Pet? The one you made to me?" John wasn't testing Cody's memory or loyalty. He simply wanted to hear the words again. The words that brought them together and made them whole.
"I promise to give myself over completely." Cody gazed into John's eyes as he spoke. Unable to look away even for a moment. "To be yours and yours alone."
Sweat trickling down his back, John thrust harder. Set a driving rhythm to match the pounding of his heart. "Mine to fuck." He grunted, his fingers twisted in the sheets. "Say it."
Cody obeyed. "Yours to fuck… Yours to love." He twitched around his Master's cock, squeezing uncontrollably. "I love the way you fill me, Sir… The way you open me up… You just slide right inside me… So good having you inside… Never felt anything like it before."
"Only with me." That was a promise John intended to keep. "I promise to keep you safe. To pleasure you beyond reason and love you beyond measure."
How he loved his Pet. Loved the intensity with which Cody looked up at him. Loved the unshakable trust even when John wrongly turned his anger towards him. Loved the way Cody welcomed him with a smiling face and open arms.
His heart was hopelessly tied to this man. John could no more live without him than he could breathe underwater. His Pet brought him joy that went beyond sexual gratification. Cody gave his life meaning, outside of the ring. He could not be a Master if not for his Pet.
"On the count of three," said John, "you will come for me."
Nails digging into his Master's shoulders, Cody eagerly replied, "Yes, Sir."
John focused on Cody's pale blue eyes. He let himself sink into their depths.
"One…" The bite of the nails into his skin added fuel to the flames. He burned hotter, ready to explode.
"Two…" His hips faltered. So close. Almost there. He needed to hold out for Cody. Needed to feel that final squeeze before he gave up everything.
"Three."
On cue, Cody came undone. Tears rolled down his cheeks as he cried out. "Oh, God, John!" Over and over, he called out his Master's name.
Master and Pet were titles they wore when no one else was around. Cody was real. John was real. And so was their love. Nothing fake about that.
"I'm right here, Cody." John shuddered, pumping out his release as his lover held him tight. Coming so hard it was almost painful. "I'm right here with you, Cody. Always."
Limbs untangling, Cody relaxed onto the mattress. "Promise me you'll never leave."
"I promise." John kissed him again because he could. Because Cody Rhodes was his and his alone.
Burying his face into the side of John's neck, he whispered, "Even if I make you so mad that you handcuff me to the headboard and spank me until I can't stand it anymore?"
John laughed, pulling Cody close. "Even then, because I get to hold you afterwards."
He noticed the digital recorder, still going strong. He switched it off. Fuck Randy and Wade. John was keeping that masterpiece for himself.
END