Sorry it took so long, I usually update faster. but good things take time. now, I'll admit to you this chapter wasn't the best ot could be. it's more explaining how bad John's situation is and having Drew's suspician grow.
my chapters usually get better when the reall angst starts, and moe towards the middle of the story. so next chapter, things should start moving along and start happening. my specialty is tormenting a character, and i'll do my ebst to live up to that, lol. ya know, the REAL pain and torment and all that. im never good at beginning a story, so forgive me if i fuck up.

Vince McMahon...lucky bastard own that damn company full of sexy meat...

Enjoy My Loves!

So many times, John wished he was dead, and this was one of them.

"Mike, stop I have a match tonight." John whimpered.

Mike had John pinned against the lockers in the locker room, making an attack on the brunette's neck.

"Ha, that's funny. You act like you a choice!" Mike barked and grabbed John's hair, making him cry out.

"Now, as I was saying, on your knees." Mike growled.

John realized that Mike was right. He didn't have choice. He never did. His face flushed red with shame as he slowly got down on his knees in front of Mike. Mike smirk stood closer to John till his crotch was face to face with the brunette.

"Unzip my pants." The blonde commanded.

John felt his eyes fill with tears as he lifted his trembling hands to unzip Mike's pants. The blonde sighed impatiently.

"C'mon, I don't have all fucking day." He snapped. John looked up at him and glared through his blurry eyes.

"Fine. Guess I'll have to make you." He growled.

Soon, Mike's awaiting cock was resting on John's sealed lips. Mike grabbed John's hair in a death grip, making the brunette open his mouth to cry out. As soon as his mouth opened, Mike forced himself down John's throat.

John struggled, but Mike had a death grip on his hair preventing him from going anywhere. Eventually, John gave up. Did he have a choice? Did John ever have a choice? But it didn't matter, because John had given up a long, long time ago.

"Suck." Mike demanded. John had no energy to fight, so he did as he was told, as usual.

John felt hot tears glide down his face as he followed Mike's orders. He felt many things when his hateful lover made him do this, but most of all, he felt dirty. He felt like a disgrace for a human being.

He closed his eyes and tried to imagine being anywhere else but here. He tried to imagine being in the arms of someone who loved him, and not in the hands who hated him, but loved his body, and only his body.

But no one loved him. Mike made that very clear. Who would want someone so dirty? So disgusting? So weak? John couldn't blame anybody who found him disgraceful.

So he just let Mike use his mouth. If Mike commanded him to do something, he did it. No questions asked. Not only because it was almost programmed in his brain, but because if he disobeyed, he would get ten times worse than he already endured.

Mike moaned sickly as he basically fucked John's mouth. The smaller brunette struggled to breath with how far Mike shoved himself down his throat.

"Such a velvet throat…" Mike moaned.

John shuddered. That was the only kind of praise he received from the blonde.

Such a velvet throat.

I'm surprised that ass is still tight.

My slutty little pet...

John felt disgust eat him alive as Mike came down his throat. And he had no choice but to swallow every last drop of the other man's seed. Mike finally pulled away from John, shoving the brunette into the lockers.

John hissed as his shoulder hit the hard metal of the locker. But it just more pain. He should be used to pain by now.

He rubbed his sore jaw, feeling the ache he usually felt after this kind of treatment. He felt horrible. But he still had a match tonight. He didn't how he would get through it, especially since he was facing 4 opponents for King of the Ring tonight. But he'd deal with it.

He didn't have a choice.

Ha, story of my life. John thought bitterly.

He glanced at Mike and saw the blonde making himself decent. He was about to leave, before turning around and squatting in front of John.

He harshly grabbed him by the chin, forcing the L.A resident to look at him. Mike felt a sick twist of joy at the broken look in the brunette's eyes.

"Aw Johnny, you were begging for it." And with that, Mike left the locker room.

John didn't even realize he shaking. His whole body was vibrating with fear and sickness. He rested his head against the locker, closing his eyes. At least his match was towards the end of the night.

But that time would fly quickly. It always did in this business. But sometimes, it seemed to drag on forever, just like his life. Sometimes he wondered what it would be like to just end it. But he didn't the guts to do that.

Even if, as John believed, no one loved him.

Suddenly, he heard the door open. He turned his head, and in walked Drew. The tall man frowned as he took a look at John.

"John? Are you alright?" Drew asked, concerned.

John let out a shaky sigh.

"I'm fine… just fine." John said quietly.

"You sure don't look like it." Drew said softly.

The Scot moved to sit across from where John sat on the floor.

"Just feeling a little sick." John said as he pulled his legs to his chest. Well, at least it wasn't a whole lie. He did feel sick.

"You look like you came from hell. You're shaking." Drew said gently.

John sighed sadly, and tried to stop is instinctive shaking.

"Yeah, something like that." John said, looking down as he played with the fur on his wrestling trunks.

The smaller brunette felt confused… why did Drew care so much? But Drew didn't even know the answer to that question himself.

The door opened and one of backstage workers popped in the door way.

"Mr. Galloway you're up next." The man said.

Drew sighed and looked back at John.

"Well, I guess I have to go." The Scotsman said and smiled softly at John.

John watched as Drew left the locker room. He had to be honest; he kind of liked the other man's company. He didn't get a lot of chances to be with his friends without Mike around. And Drew had a very calming aura about him that made John feel relaxed.

Something he wasn't used to feeling. He was either feeling anxiety or fear almost all the time. He wondered how the hell he built up enough strength to beat Sheamus at Survivor Series.

John sighed and got up to his feet. He walked over to a full length mirror. He looked like a hot mess. He fixed his wrestling gear and grabbed a comb from his bag, fixing his hair. He was glad that Mike didn't hit him before the show.

He didn't have anything to cover up the bruises if he did. He stared at himself in the mirror. He didn't recognize the man that stared back. The man three years ago was always cheerful, always laughing… just happy.

But now he was just the opposite.

John sighed, defeated, and turned away from the mirror. Now all he felt, was hopeless.

Drew sensed something was off with John. The look in John's eyes was almost scary. It was a dead and hopeless look. Drew didn't know why the high flying superstar always seemed so… so depressed.

The way he found John, on the floor and shaking, confused Drew. John seemed like the type of guy to always be cheerful and happy.

Drew sighed as he walked down the halls towards the gorilla position. He tried to push John out of his head for now, and focus on his match. But he couldn't.

Drew didn't know what was happening to John. He didn't know whether he was depressed or if John was just an unhappy person. But something in Drew's gut, told him something was wrong.

Something was very, very wrong.

again, it'll get better once Drew finds out, THEN i can start getting sadistic and crazy, lol. yeah...i know im strange...

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