Chapter Fifteen

Rating/Warning: MA For drug use/implied hardcore BDSM

Randy didn't want to go any further but Alex snatched his arm in a tight grip and yanked him into the elevator, pulling them towards the back and held him there with his hands firmly curled around his waist, "You afraid of elevators or something?" He asked and snickered and everyone around him did too, except for Cody who was hiding behind Andrew in the corner, his head down with his eyes shut tight. He glared at him as the elevator shuddered and began to move, ignoring Alex and the others and wished for just five more minutes alone with the lying whore that ruined his life, just FIVE more minutes was all he needed to get out what he wanted to say and then he'd be finished with the tramp and do his best to never think of him again. He'd be done and as hurt as he was he'd probably fuck the bitch up and enjoy every second of it.

Fuck he wanted that! He wanted to beat the living hell out of that lying whore and hell fucking NO he wouldn't feel bad when Cody sure as hell fucking deserved it!-!

THE BITCH RUINED HIS LIFE!-!-!

"Kiss me." Alex whispered to him as the elevator he'd been so afraid of came to a stop, and he did. Why bother fighting this? He was there, drugged, stuck, and fucking screwed! Might as well just…Let the drug have it's way with him…Right?…And Alex too? He let Alex push him against the wall, tensing though as their lips met for a firm kiss he tried not to want. But, god damn it he did want it, fuck he wanted to fuck everyone in the elevator and if the drug in his system didn't let up he just might go mad with need and try!

A hot wave started to build, he could feel it threatening to send him into another fit of need and he groaned softly, kissing the blond harder until the doors opened and everyone around them filed out in a smooth single file line behind Mizanin, and Alex broke away with a giant smile and a shaky breath. "Damn, lover." He praised, visibly trembling as he stroked a hand down his chest teasingly; shit that felt good too. "Fuck, no wonder Cody didn't want to give you up." His hand stopped, the fingers toying with the loosely fashioned button on his jeans and popped it open with a snicker.

Randy jerked back with a grunt at the mention of Cody's name and tried to push him away, failing as Alex moved closer and took his sex into his hand through his jeans, squeezing it tight with a wicked smile, "What's the matter lover? Need another drink?"

He shuddered before slapping his hands around and clawed his fingers into the sides of Alex's neck; fuck no he didn't need another god damn drink, he needed to get the fuck away from him before he lost himself completely and fucked Alex right then and there! "Don't." He managed say and swallowed hard passed a lump of desire rising to choke him into another wave of need as he stared downward into the cold hollow depths of blue he knew would haunt his dreams for years to come; and he didn't mean that he wanted him to stop. "Don't say his name." He clarified with a shaky breath and he felt his stomach flip as Alex frowned for a moment, his head cocking to the side as his fingers loosened their grip and then fell away; the little psycho probably enjoyed the fact that he was suffering but Randy didn't care; just hearing Cody's name hurt so fucking much and he couldn't bare it, "Please…" Maybe after he had some real time to deal with Cody's betrayal it wouldn't be so painful but he doubted it. Cody was his first love and although he felt like a complete fool for falling for his lies he was still in love with the person he'd thought Cody was. He still cared about the Cody who laid with him every night just talking and kissing tenderly beneath the sheets for hours and hours, he cared for the Cody that seemed so perfect for him because he was, and he cared for the Cody who would never break his heart and betray him like this…

But, he wasn't real; that Cody was a fucking LIE and the real one had ripped his heart out and stomped all over it. Fucking bitch!

"Aww, poor lover…" Alex said and seemed to care as he spoke in a sincere tone and broke away and started to tug him towards the closing elevator doors by his hand, stopping them just in time and they stepped out into a short well lit hallway. And Randy didn't for a second believe that the crazy bastard was genuine as he fully expected Alex and the rest to rub all of this shit in his face. Why wouldn't they? They were already laughing at him…

"We won't talk about that useless tramp anymore okay? I promise."

"Hurry the fuck up!" Wade's thick voice suddenly echoed from the other end of the short hallway and instantly Alex turned, giving the tall Englishman an angry glare, "Don't fucking rush me, Wade."

"Then stop dragging your feet and get your ass down here! We're waiting on YOU!"

"Oh my god shut the fuck up you ugly bastard we're coming!" Alex said through an exasperated huff and Randy let the blond take his hand again as Wade opened his jacket and flashed the deadly metal against his chest, two precious guns. HIS guns and his fucking jacket! Mother fucker would pay for that!

He focused a scowl on Wade as Alex led him towards large wooden doors that swiftly opened from within as they approached, and Mizanin disappeared through them first, jingling a set of keys between his fingers.

Randy tried to look around and swayed, nearly falling before regaining his balance; what the fuck? His chest tightened and he slowed down, putting his hand out slightly to steady himself. Shit, he blinked hard, what the fuck was wrong with him? His head suddenly felt light and he stumbled slightly; his feet heavy and his vision blurring in and out enough to make him dizzy as another hot wave of need washed over him much too hard. Fuck whatever was in that horny juice shit had him good and just wouldn't quit! He was still so fucking hot and aroused that he could barely stand up straight and now just walking seeming too hard a task! Fuck he couldn't even tell where he was he was!

He blinked rapidly and felt himself start to stumble again and came to a stop, tugging Alex back by his hand; Shit shit fucking shit! His chest grew tighter and he pressed his lips to his ear as he used the blond to regain his balance, "Where are we?" He asked, groaning from the painful burning in his groin and swallowed hard. Fuck the need was just so fucking INTENSE, especially now with Alex so close; his cock was throbbing and twitching like mad!

"Home." Alex answered with a playful smile as he turned, wrapping his arms around his neck and made his head spin again, "Don't worry, you'll love it."

He scowled; even in his weird state he seriously doubted that. "I already have a home."

"Ha!" Alex laughed, "You mean that dump you're renting? Please lover that place is not good enough for you and trust me you'll forget all about it once you see our penthouse."

His head jerked back with an angry growl, "I don't have a say in where I live?-!" Fuck THAT! He was NOT living with Alex, period; and he didn't give a fuck if it was a pent house or a god damn four story mansion!

"Calm down." Alex warned gently, brows arched and his blue eyes half bright with amusement, "Don't give Wade a reason to shoot you."

Fuck.

"You're WAY too tense lover," Alex added with a firm nod, "And we can't have that so take a few deep breaths while I'll go get you something to drink." He tugged him through another door way and pushed him towards a black love seat lined against the wall, "Park it. I'll be back in a few minutes."

He nodded although he really didn't want anything else to drink from him and hoped he didn't return any time soon as he plopped down on the arm of the love seat quietly. And he let his head hang low. Where else would he put it at a time like this?-?-? Fuck with how things were going he was lucky it wasn't being forced into someone's lap!

He took a hard breath and let it out as he rubbed his hand over his face, he wasn't giving up yet. He still had a slimmer of hope left even though the night was far from over and there was no telling what he'd be forced to do; or what he'd enjoy doing with that horny juice shit fucking him up like it was.

He peeked around the room and frowned, where the fuck was he? A hotel maybe? Probably a casino. His eyes scanned over a small rectangle table topped with a large bottle of what he assumed was scotch between the love seat and a big crimson leather chair; where ever they were it couldn't have been far from apartment because it hadn't taken them very long to get there…Well, it hadn't seemed like very long with Alex on his lap…

"Hey…" Came a familiar voice from the door way and he snapped his head up to give Cody a nasty glare; useless fucking tease! He hated him so much; this was all his god damn fault and even though he really wanted to tear into him about it right now he couldn't; his brain was just so fucking…disconnected. His eyes went back to the floor, focusing on the well kept beige carpeting there and tried to keep them locked in place. Nothing was sinking in like it should have and he knew this because all he could think about and ALL that he cared about right now, was getting out of his clothes and fucking someone till morning. How fucked up was that?-! Didn't he realize this was the beginning of the end?-! Shouldn't he be worried about what was going to happen to him? God damn it shouldn't he be freaking the fuck out about what he was going to do about all of this?-!

Shit fucking hell!-! He didn't, he wasn't and with each passing moment he cared less and less.

He stiffened as he heard Cody come further into a room and felt him take a seat on the cushion beside him; wonderful. Just fucking GREAT. He scowled at the floor, refusing to look at him. FUCK Cody. Worthless trick! Fucking tease! GOD DAMN WHORE!-!-!

"I know you're mad at me but please just, hear me out."

Randy scoffed; fuck he was more than MAD, in fact he'd never been so furious with someone in his entire life! "I've heard enough." His whispered quietly and hoped Cody took the fucking hint to go the fuck away! His head was just not right for this, no matter how bad he wanted their final moment for closure he just couldn't do it right now.

"Please Randy I'm so sorry..." Cody whispered and inched a little closer, "Are-Are you okay?"

Randy cringed, quickly glancing around the room to make sure he wasn't heard and took a slow breath and shook his head, "Fuck you." He dipped his brow into a harder scowl, glancing at him swiftly, "Leave me alone."

"Randy please I'm so sorry I let this happen to you…"

Fucking liar! "No you're not." He spat bitterly and crossed his arms over his chest firmly and contemplated getting up and moving away. But, to where and how much unwanted attention would he draw to himself if he did? There was no venturing out of this room, he knew that, and he wasn't stupid or high enough to even try.

"Yes I am!" Cody whispered in a desperate tone, "Please would you just listen to me?-! I'm trying to tell you why-"

"If you're so sorry then why were you kissing that guy like that?-!" He cut him off, daring to look at Cody now and barely stopped himself from spitting on his pretty face; "Why'd you enjoy that so much if you're so fucking sorry?-!"

Cody shoulders slumped, his eyes brimming with shame and he wiped at them carefully, or was it tears? Fuck why would he be crying, the selfish cunt! Wasn't he fucking proud of himself for what he'd done?-! Surely he was! Surely this was just a part of the act!

"Because I HAVE to act like I want it. If I don't everything becomes a whole lot worse and fuck Randy you don't know what Andrew is capable of-"

"Wait-." He cut him off, "I'm confused; who are you really playing Cody? Me or them?-!" He turned towards him, furious and full of such rage it was burning a hole in the pit of his stomach and he was proud to see a definite bruise over Cody's cheek where he'd struck him earlier. Good, fucking bitch. "Who Cody?-! Because that last time I checked I was the one who was brought here against my will after being played like a fucking fool!"

Cody swallowed hard, flicking his eyes about nervously for a moment before he appeared to feel safe enough to answer and moved a little closer, "Them."

Randy rolled his eyes; whatever. He wasn't going to believe anymore of his lies and frankly, he was sick of looking at him. He turned away again, "Fuck off."

"Pl-please don't say that." Cody stuttered almost immediately and he could hear such hurt in his voice; but still he kept his back to him and said nothing.

"Please Randy I didn't want to do this to you! At first I did but then I got to know you and realized what a mistake I was making… I-I tried to stop it but Michael told me that if I helped him he'd erase my debt and let me go back to school… I had to try Randy. I'd never be any good if I didn't."

"You aren't." He assured with a bitter scoff, "And I don't believe a single word you have to say so just shut the fuck up before your real boyfriend hears you." Or worse, before he lost it and tackled him into a vicious beating.

"He's not my boyfriend!" Cody raised his voice slightly to a louder whisper and he felt him move closer, "I don't want him, I want YOU."

"Fuck you." He clenched his teeth and let out a sharp hiss; he'd never touch that parasitic lying little bitch again and just the thought made him shake with a range of emotions. He was just so god damn angry!

"But...But I love you too."

He jerked back around, WHAT THE FUCK?-! "What do you mean "too"?" He growled deep, clenching his hands into fists beneath his arms as he fought not to punch the worthless whore in the face; 'I love you too'?-! Where the fuck did THAT come from?-! "I never said I loved you." Jesus Cody was so fucking high he was hearing shit because he didn't say that, he wouldn't say that!

"Yes you did." Cody argued softly, "The night Shawn showed up at my apartment…"

Oh…Shit. He had said it then, and he'd fucking meant it too. Fuck fuck fucking fuck! He turned away with a hard growl; now he felt like even more of a fool because the moment he'd regained himself enough to think again after seeing the video he'd prayed that Cody never knew he loved him. Oh god he prayed so hard because he was so sure that it would just kill him if he did. And he was so close to being right; so much of him just shut down at that very moment. Most of which he knew would probably never come back to life within him again. Cody just hurt him so badly…

God damn it he fucking BROKE him!

"You said it when you came back inside after having a smoke, you thought I was asleep."

"NO." He snarled, fucking hell why was Cody even bring this up?-! What difference did it make if he said it then or not?-! He certainly didn't feel that way now! "You WERE asleep because I NEVER fucking said that." He denied it because he knew it would just be salt to the wound if he admitted it and frankly, he just wanted Cody to hurt. If the bitch was telling the truth this time and if he was even capable of emotion Randy hoped he felt his pain but ten times worse. He hated him that fucking much, "I never knew you enough to love you and believe me now that I do, I wish I had never met you."

"But…" Cody whispered, his voice cracking, "I-I-I thought you cared?"

He scoffed, "I did care but not about you. I cared about the guy you were pretending to be and you fucking know it. But still, even then, I NEVER said that to you. Why would I? You're just a stripper Cody, not like you're really marriage material." He stood up, furious and ready to explode on Cody with everything he had; god damn it why was Cody even bringing this shit up?-! Fucking hell he needed to get out of there!-!-! "You can stop playing me, I'm here and I'm fucking screwed. Job well done and you can run off and play with your real boyfriend now."

Cody reached for his hand but missed and cried out softly instead, "Wait!"

Randy whirled to face him with a snarl and startled Cody into sliding down the cushions, "Fuck you! I should beat the fuck out of your worthless ass for what you did to me!" He took a step closer, his fists clenched tight, readying to pound on the pathetic whore who broke his heart and handed him over to the fucking devil himself! But, thankfully Alex returned at the same moment, smiling, a tall glass in his hands that he handed to him with a wink as he came between them, "Drink up."

He took it swiftly, "Thanks but, can we get out of here?" He asked, glancing at Cody who was staring at them sadly and knew exactly what he was asking Alex to do. He just didn't care. "Like, right now?"

Alex snickered, grabbing hand full's of his shirt around the hem and tugged it upwards, "Ohh yes lover we must but first let's help get you out of this shall we?"

"I believe I told you to wait." Michael said instantly and angrily from somewhere around them, stopping Alex and Randy chose that moment to take a sip of the drink in his hand; fuck it was sweet and did nothing to help his dry throat…But, it made him feel a little hotter as it washed away the anger…Kinda nice...

"I'm sick of waiting." Alex said with a huff but released the hem of his shirt and turned around, crossing his arms and sticking his chin up defiantly, "You took too long."

"I see that." Michael chuckled and approached them, giving Alex an affectionate kiss, stroking his hair, "I'm sorry sweetness but it's been such a hectic night, you know I'd be quicker for you if I could."

Alex scoffed, "Whatever." And shook his head, "You know better than to keep me waiting."

Randy took a step back, giving them some room and took a longer sip from his glass; damn that shit was tasty.

"I do, my gorgeous sweetness," Michael continued stroking his hair until he slid his hand down to his neck and stroked him there with such tenderness, "Forgive me?"

"Don't try to be all sweet with me," Alex snickered but uncrossed his arms and let Michael pull him towards his chest, "It's not going to work. You know I'm impatient and you took too damn long, you suck."

Randy started to feel dizzy again as he watched them and felt his body start to sway towards Alex, catching himself just before they touched and almost spilled his drink; shit this was some crazy stuff. And truth be told…He was starting to like how it made him feel because it wasn't so new anymore. He was growing used to it and besides the dizzy spells he felt…Fuck he felt GREAT. Horny as fuck and ready to go with no other cares in the world!

Michael laughed, shaking his head slightly, "Yes but the good thing is you know I'll make it up to you, especially if you go up to your room without giving me anymore grief."

Alex snickered again and let out a loud, dramatic sigh, rolling his eyes slightly, "Fine. But don't keep him for too long Michael. I WANT my lover."

"I won't, I promise." Michael said and sealed the deal with a quick but firm kiss, "Now, off you go."

With Alex leaving Randy turned to find the couch, in need of a few seconds off his feet and frowned when he discovered that Cody was gone; what the fuck how did he not see him leave?

Oh well, good riddance. He shrugged and plopped down; Cody was probably with his real boyfriend now…Might as well get used to that too…

"Damn." Michael said and was the only one in the room with him now, pouring himself a small drink of what appeared to be scotch over the small table between the seating and flashed a sickening smile, "It's nice to finally have you alone Detective Orton."

He rolled his eyes, tired of all of this and sick of waiting to find out what the fuck he was even doing there. Why the fuck did Mizanin even want him to join his team? What was the big fucking deal? "Would you just tell me what you want from me and get it over with?"

"Why?" Michael's smile widened, his eyes bright with humor and satisfaction, "Are you that anxious to get upstairs to be with my sweetness?"

"No." Fuck, maybe. "I just can't stand to be in the same room with you without my guns."

He smirked and Michael laughed, "Such honesty! Good thing for you that I like that about you Orton. You'll honestly be one of a kind here, a diamond in the rough if you will..." What the fuck was Mizanin hitting on him now?-! He lent forward, putting his elbows on his knees, beyond frustrated and in no mood to play the guessing game. "Fuck man did you keep me down here to hit on me all night or are you going tell me what the fuck this is all about? Why'd you go through so much fucking trouble just to get me here?"

"Actually, it was really easy to get you here." Michael bragged through a confident laugh, his blue eyes bright with such arrogance it made Randy recoil slightly. "Fuck I could have had you hear sooner because I have you on video from the night I had you locked in the back room with Cody at the T-strip!" Fuck, of course he did and OF COURSE he'd been behind the mysterious closing on it's own door that night. How else could he have been so lucky to meet Cody that way? Well, unlucky, as it seemed so now.

"Ahh good times," Michael sighed loudly as his laughter trailed off and he took a sip from his glass, "Anyway, moving on. Onto business! There's a large package of mine coming in from California, a few of them actually and YOU'RE going to help bring it in. You're also going to stop the LVPD from raiding my shipment before I have a chance to get to it."

"Dude, I don't work narcotics." He pointed out and almost laughed, "You fucking idiot you've got the wrong guy, I can't stop shit." He lied; he really could he just didn't want Mizanin to know that because not only did he not want to help the crazy bastard but it would take a lot of work on his part to make sure his "packages" made it across state lines. Work that he wasn't about to easily agree to do. Unless of course, he had no other choice.

Michael shrugged, "No my problem but, I'm sure you'll find a way."

He frowned, "And if I don't?"

"Well then…" Michael finished off his small glass of scotch and shrugged, and each second that ticked by was pure agony; his groin was fucking BURNING and only getting worse, clouding his mind and trying to send it into a hazy state of arousal. Fuck it was trying so HARD. "That would be a real shame." Michael went on, "Because I'd have to kill you."

Fuck, so that was it? One chance was all he got and if he failed Mizanin was going to kill him? His eyes grew wide as he sat back into the love seat for a moment, raking his fingers threw his short hair; fucking hell no pressure or anything Randy! It's only your LIFE that depended on it! He took a deep breath, calming both his panic and his groin for a moment as he manged to articulate a thought he was glad he'd remembered, "I'm in, but, I'm NOT living here ." He finally broke his silence and lent forward again, "I have my own place."

Michael nodded, "I agree, that would be too risky. You can finish out the lease to your apartment and find a safer place at a later time. Until then you act normal and go about your every day routine. In fact tomorrow the only thing different you're going to do is put in for some vacation time. Other than that you go about your day as if-"

"As if the guy I'm trying to nail for murder doesn't have me bent over a fucking barrel?-!" He chimed in with a bitter scowl, watching Michael moving closer and tensed, scowling harder.

"That's an…interesting way of putting it but yes, exactly. And don't do anything stupid like try to tip off your little cop buddies because I have your shit so bugged you can't even smoke a cigarette without me hearing it. And not to mention if you did try to tell anyone, not only would I send out that special video I made for you, I'd make sure Christopher paid your mother a special visit as well."

"Yeah, I get it, you'll kill me and her if I try anything. Fuck man I said I was in didn't I? What more do you want from me?" But fuck why had he said it? He didn't really mean it…Did he?-?-? "But what I don't get is, if you had me on camera in the club with Cody then why didn't you come for me sooner? Like you said you could have had me AND your shipment weeks ago, so why didn't you?"

"I suppose I could be fair for a moment and explain…It was Cody. I was going to come to you about a month ago but Cody lied and said he was finally getting you to open up about everything you knew about me. Only the stupid bitch didn't know that I have his phone tapped and his apartment on surveillance."

He shook his head, "I never told him a single thing about what I had on you." That much he was sure of; Cody didn't know shit about what he did at work and he was so fucking glad he'd taken that precaution. At least he hadn't been a complete fool...But, funny how he protected the case and not his own heart…

"I know. The greedy bitch just wanted to keep you all to himself because he knew that once you joined us Alex would claim you and take you away from him."

Fuck that! "What the fuck NO one claims me!" He snapped instantly, jumping up and tossing his drink aside as Michael came one step too close, "I'm not your next trick Mizanin! I'll work for you but I'm sure as hell not going to be some bottom bitch!" He started to sway again as Michael scowled, watching his eyes darken with an eerily hollow rage that honestly scared Randy half to death; they were just so fucking EVIL!

"Enough. Do not raise your voice to me Randy; that was your LAST time." Michael warned and thankfully turned away, returning to the table, and pouring himself another drink. "And you will spend a few nights with my sweetness and only when he's tired of you will I give you more freedom, and then you can fuck whoever you want. Until then just place nice hm?" He looked up from his task, "Make Alex happy and I'll make YOU happy. Understand?"

Randy gulped as he raked his fingers over his short hair again; fuck fuck fucking FUCK!-!-! Sick fucking bastard! He recoiled against the doorway, fucking SHIT!-!-!-! What choice did he have but to say yes to him?-! Thanks to fucking Cody he didn't! He had to play along and behave like a good little boy or he'd be killed or worse, his mother would suffer because of this. Because of him. He just couldn't bare that!

"Why does he even want me?" He hissed because he wanted to know, he NEEDED to. "If Alex is your "sweetness" then why don't you fuck him and "make him happy"?-!"

"Because ," He watched Michael chuckle, feeling himself grow rigid and oddly, slightly winded as well. Fucking hell that stuff was fucking INTENSE, he almost wished he hadn't thrown his glass. "Alex insisted that he have you and your fat dick that Cody was screaming about on that damn video. Well, videos rather, I have several. And personally I don't see the appeal but, my sweetness has his reasons I'm sure. Speaking of which," He paused and let out a sharp whistle and after a few seconds David Otunga rushed in, "Otung will take you to him, I'm done with you for the night. "

He gulped again; fucking GOOD because another wave of need was about to wash over him and he was growing far too excited. His heart was already pounding so fast and he wanted so badly to be buried balls deep into someones ass that he didn't even care who it was at this point, he just wanted to FUCK.

"Be good to my sweetness tonight," Michael added at the same moment he felt Otunga grab his elbow to lead him from of the room, "And I'll have a nice present for you in the morning."

Randy ignored him as David took them out, fuck Mizanin and his "present"; twisted fuck. Besides, what could he say to that anyway? He smirked, fuck it, he didn't care so he didn't say anything. There was only one thing he was concerned about now and he was headed right for it.

Hmp. Alex wanted him that fucking bad did? Well, he was about to fucking get him.

Meanwhile, elsewhere and up-top a small plat form in the center of a small poorly lit room Cody put on his best sexually inviting smirk as he turned and slowly dropped a pewter colored silk robe down his shoulders slightly; just the way Drew liked and it took everything in him not to break down and scream. He didn't want to do THIS. Not anymore. "Did you bring the cuffs?" Drew grumbled from a tall backed black leather chair positioned not but a few feet from the platform and Cody nodded, smiling and knew there was a glimmer of excitement in his eyes; again, just the way Drew liked. "Of course, they're in my bag..." They always were, because if he forgot them Andrew used painful, bruising thin metal chains instead and there was no way he'd chance getting those slapped on him again. He hated them so fucking much because they hurt, and their unforgiving edges tore at his soft flawless skin and that worried him because when you use your body to make money, it needs to look good at all times and the chains always fucked him up. They always made him bleed.

"Put them on." Andrew directed in a deeper, lustful tone that made him shiver; it was just so god damn disturbing to him now and a part of him wanted to turn and run the fuck out of there; unlike before when it used to turn him on and drive him crazy with need. But now...Now he just felt sick...

He bit back a grimace as he nodded again and stepped down off the small platform, quickly retrieving the over-night bag Michael had told him to bring from the spot where he'd dropped it against the wall and fished threw a mess of disturbing objects until he found several strong black leather cuffs and put them on each ankle, each wrist and finally, his neck. And he never felt so uncomfortable as he looked down at the constricting binds he knew would soon be put to use; he just couldn't believe it. How did he get so off track in life and end up HERE? He was supposed to be a doctor by now damn it! How could he let Michael turn him into such a worthless waste of space instead?-!

With a carefully silent sigh he anxiously rubbed his fingers over a cuff around his wrist and let himself scowl as he suddenly thought of some of Michael's words to Randy and almost let out a bitter growl; Andrew was NOT his real boyfriend! Again he was ONLY his highest paying "john" who had special rights to him whenever he came to town. Michael just referred to Drew as his boyfriend because, for a while, he'd fucking liked all of this. He wanted to be used and whipped to shit because that was the only time he actually felt SOMETHING and what he did feel, he fucking LOVED. Which only proved how screwed up he'd become over the years and it only further assured him that he'd never be good enough for Randy.

Or anyone else for that matter.

Michael made sure of it.

Although it was a little over two years ago that he'd met Michael it felt like so many more and with his most recent broken promise he realized there was no real end in sight. Michael would never let him leave to live his own life as a doctor like he so desperately wanted and he knew he shouldn't have trusted the bastard but, he had and again that was the biggest mistake he'd ever made.

Fucking idiot.

At first though, everything was great, he'd thought that Michael was the nicest guy he'd ever known because, he was. Michael tricked him into believing that when he showered him with beautiful gifts of jewelery and fancy dinners, loads of expensive clothing and tickets to all the best shows, topping it all off with a promise to love him forever. Fuck everything was just so wonderful and perfect! ... Until one day Michael told him he was a fool and had to pay back every cent and emptied his bank account to nothing and informed him that he'd be working on stage to pay off the difference. Of course, utterly shocked he'd refused Michael's deal and demanded his money back-Michael could keep everything else but the money was HIS and only meant for medical school! But, to his horror that same night he found himself tied face down to a desk and "earned" himself a savage beating to his legs after Michael's friends and one other who'd just happened to walk by the open door way took turns "breaking him in".

He shuddered. It was the most painful, humiliating, and degrading night of his life; and that was saying something because he'd done a lot of humiliating acts since then. A LOT. But nothing like that night with Michael and his...friends...

Needless to say after that horrible night he learned to keep his mouth shut and did what he was told no matter what it was or who it was with and eventually he just...started to like it. His own god damn body betrayed him and responded to the abuse like it wanted it more than anything in the world. And when it didn't, they drugged him until it did.

"Cody?-?-?" He jumped slightly and forced himself to take a deep breath and focus. Andrew HATED it when he wasn't paying attention. He swallowed hard as he stood up, turning to face him with a forced smile and an uneasy feeling slowly building in the spit of his stomach. "Yes?"

Andrew arched a brow, "You're awfully quiet tonight..."

"Sorry," He said quickly and lowered the robe back down his shoulders, "It was a crazy day." That and he REALLY didn't want to see Andrew again, fuck he'd had his heart set on finally being free of that crazy bastard! And fuck it killed him that he'd never be able to say that to him because Andrew would most certainly beat the living hell out of him and when he was done, Michael would have Jericho break his fingers one by one until he felt he'd "learned his lesson". It normally took two for him to "learn" but he just knew Michael would break more than just his fingers if he dared to try and run Andrew off. So he didn't…He couldn't.

"Is that why I heard that you didn't want to see me tonight?"

Shit, fucking Michael just HAD to tell him! Fucking prick!-! "I wasn't ready." He replied smoothly and tried to play him like he'd done at least a million times before to save his own skin, smiling, looking happy, "But I am now so I'm all yours..." And he'd do anything to change that. He'd do anything to be all Randy's again right now; and forever. But Randy didn't love him, he'd imagined that and even if he hadn't there no fucking way Randy would ever forgive him for his betrayal; that hurt had just gone far too deep.

He flinched slightly as Drew stood and took his chin into his hand, his fingers curling around it gently as he forced it higher, "You like pleasing me don't you?"

"Yes." He whispered the lie perfectly as he starred into dangerous, eery pools of green and fought like hell not to scream. Hell no he didn't like to please him, he fucking HATED it and it wasn't until Randy came along that he realized just how much he did. There was just, nothing he could do about it. "Strip for me lovely," Drew ordered with a smirk as his hand released his chin, "Then get up on the platform and put your hands above your head… I want to play hard tonight."

Cody's heart started to race, oh god please no! Not that, not now, not tonight when he wasn't even supposed to be there! God damn it he was supposed to be free from all of this!-!-!

His lips parted slightly as he started to pant softly, almost panicking as he felt himself start to move towards the podium and quickly dug into a pocket for a small silver tin, pulling it out and held it in the air, "Want some?" This was the only thing that could save him now; it was the only way he could take this again!

"Oooh yes lovely but, from off your back."

He nodded again, bending down towards the platform and already knew how to position himself on all fours because Andrew always took lines off his fucking back, and tonight would be no different. Well, accept the fact that he didn't want to fucking do this anymore.

He trembled, taking another careful breath to calm his nerves; his fingers were shaking as he looked down at them. Fuck he was so scared! But thankfully soon he would be numb all over and he desperately needed that to continue on with this. Other wise...Fuck other wise he was going to grab Andrew's gun and take himself out of this mess once and for all.

Carefully he got down to his knees before the podium, opening the tin and retrieved a small bag of the white drug he knew would numb him enough to get threw this and poured a small amount onto the skin between his thumb and index finger and swiftly took it into his nose.

He groaned as he felt the rush, swaying slightly, fuck he'd done so much today...Maybe too much...

"Want some juice before we start, lovely?" Andrews voice was just a distant muffled echo in his head but he answered him with a slow nod, suddenly so fucking thirsty and slowly mentally fading out; he'd take anything to help get him threw this without having to think for himself because if he did, he wouldn't be able to cope with it. He'd fucking break, and there was no way he could do that in front of Andrew.

**Okay, long winded note here! I gotta cover a few things so bear with me. I just wanted to put it out there that the story Porn Star Sexin has absolutely NO ties or links to this fic whatsoever. I do not know the person who wrote that nor do I know any of the othe people who've written the others Porn Star Dancin stories.

Also I have been asked by a few people if they could do a spin off from this fic and the answer is no. Sorry but I worked really hard on this plot and the characters and yes, they're MINE. It took me a while to come up with everything and to pick just the right people. Although Cody and Randy were a given the rest I wasn't sure of until I thought about my favorite authors and picked some of their favorite guys and placed them the way I'd thought they'd enjoy. Now because this fic was kinda done for them I do NOT want anyone doing any side stories or spin off's, nothing personal but I'd rather be the one to do them.

And last but most certainly not least please make sure you read ALL warnings at the beginnings of the chapters. I include them just in case you missed the rating listed in the summary. If you are offended after reading the warning there's nothing I can do for you. All I can say is:

IF YOU DON'T LIKE IT, DON'T READ IT. :) **