I actually really like this chapter! I think this chapter finally started getting interesting! now THIS is my normal length for chapters. i usually almost never go under 2000 words, but in previous chapters, i was still trying to find out where i wanna go in this story. i have figured it out! so now i can really start moving along!
Ive been struggling with trying to make a connection between Drew and John, so im praying you guys feel it or something lol
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"John, get ready we're goin' out with Ted, Cody and the rest of the guys tonight." Mike said, coming though the door of the hotel room.
John sighed and got up from the couch. The last thing he wanted to do was go out partying. His body still hurt from the punishment he got from Mike last night, for being late and for supposedly flirting with Drew. John thought the punishment was pointless, but he knew Mike was simply just a sadist, so it didn't matter what he did.
But he knew better than to complain.
Mike came up behind John, his hands gently sliding down John's sides, before giving his hips a hard squeeze. A game that always fucked with John's mind. Go soft, and easy, before dishing it out rough and harsh.
"You're gonna wear that outfit that I love so much, right?" Mike whispered in his ear.
John shivered.
"Y-Yes sir." The brunette answered quietly.
"Good boy." Mike smirked. He smacked John's ass before leaving him to get changed.
John walked over to his suit case, pulling out the outfit he knew Mike wanted him to wear and started dressing. He slipped into the lacy thong Mike like having him wear. He put on the leather pants that fit like a second skin, especially in the ass. He slipped into a black dress shirt, folded up to the elbows that was fitted to his form. And finally put on the low cut snakeskin boots. John hated wearing real animal; all his ring attire were faux fur after all. But it's Mike wanted, so he wore it.
Yeah, he liked wearing tight cloths every now and again, but Mike always made John dress like some sex doll. He didn't wanna go out tonight, let alone dress in tight cloths he could barely breath in. (Forget going to the bathroom, if he unbuttoned these pants, he'd never get them to button back up) His body hurt, but like everything else, he dealt with it.
Mike came back in the room, a smirk on his face.
"Well, aren't you dressed like a little slut. Don't forget to straighten you're hair, you know I hate curls." Mike said with distaste. John nodded silently, grabbing his flat iron out of his bag and going into the bathroom.
John used to like the way his hair naturally curled at the ends. Not super curly, but just a natural wave. But Mike hated it, and convince John it didn't look attractive. When John finished straightening the curls out of his hair, he walked out of the bathroom. Mike licked his lips as his eyes roamed the brunette's body. We walked over, and let his hands grope John's body. The brunette suppressed a shudder.
"Maybe, if you're good tonight, I'll use lube. But you better behave. Got it?" Mike commanded in a whisper.
John nodded nervously. He knew what would happen if he didn't behave.
"Good. Let's go."
They were at the club, sitting at table with the rest of the guys. John watched as Cody and Ted were all over each other on the dance floor. He shook his head at the amount of PDA his friends liked to show. He didn't mind it, but he drew a line at dry humping in the middle of the dance floor.
"Here." Mike said, handing him a $20. "Go get yourself a drink, I'm gonna have some fun with the Bellas." John took the twenty and was more than happy to get away from Mike.
Drew sat at the bar. Cody insisted that he come, and well... no one can say no to Cody when he does his puppy dog face. He stared down at his Scotch before taking a sip. He turned his head when he saw John sit on the stool next to him.
"White Russian, please." The smaller brunette ordered to the bartender.
John sighed and stared down at the table.
"Why the long face?" Drew spoke up. John looked up, surprised, before smiling sadly at the Scotsman.
"Wasn't really in the mood to party tonight." John said. Drew nodded. He had a feeling he knew why. Maybe this was his chance to figure out what really went on in Mike and John's relationship.
"Did Mike make you come here?" Drew asked, a dark brow raised. John tightened his grip around his drink.
"Nah, I uh, just didn't wanna put a damper on his party." John lied. Drew nodded, but wasn't really convinced.
"Say, when did you two get together, if you don't mind me asking." Drew said.
Why must he ask me about Mike, of all people. John thought to himself.
"Back on ECW, in 2007. When were tag teams, we just... clicked. I love him." John said, forcing the words 'I love him'. But he after all this time, he had learned to lie to many people. But one person that wasn't fooled, was Drew.
"So you've been together for about 3 years? Impressive." Drew said. John nodded.
"He must treat you right, for you guys to stay together for so long." Drew said, testing the other superstar to see how he would react to his words.
"He treats me just how I deserve. And I'm in no position to negotiate for any more than that." John said staring down at his drink. Drew frowned. The last part of that statement was an odd thing to say.
"Then how come you don't seem happy?" Drew asked. John sighed.
"How come you care you so much?" The brunette countered, almost snapping at the Scotsman.
"Because someone has too." Drew said, looking John straight in the eye.
"Just... leave my relationship alone. Please... We have a great relationship." John said, when he was really thinking 'Get me away from that abusive asshole, please.'
"Really?" Drew asked, skeptically.
"Yeah. He's just a little rough sometimes." John said, immediately regretting the words. Drew frowned.
"What do you mean, a little rough?" Drew said, almost growling the words. John quickly shook his head.
"N-Nothing, forget I said anything." John quickly said.
But he wanted to tell Drew. There was always something about the Scotsman, that calmed John. Even when they were feuding, and Drew was the rookie on the show, the larger man was always calm and collected. John even wondered what it be like to have the Scotsman as a lover. But he also wondered what it would be like to be punished by Drew. Would it be the same? Would it be worse? Or would he never lay a hand on John? The LA native really wasn't sure, but he did know, that when Drew was around, he felt safer than he did most of the time.
They may not have been close friends, but they were close enough for Drew to know that something wasn't right about John's relationship.
John looked at Drew, wanting so badly to spill. Wanted to tell him that Mike hit him and beat him to the point where he couldn't sit up straight. That Mike tied him to the bed and fucked him till there was blood completely dripping down his thighs. But he couldn't. Someone like Drew shouldn't have to deal with someone like him. He was beneath him. John was dirty, ruined. Damaged goods. He wasn't worth fixing... wasn't worth anything... at least that's what he was told, and eventually forced to believe.
Drew sighed. He looked around the club, looking for that punk Mizanin. The blonde was busy doing body shots with the Bellas.
"Let's dance." Drew said, holding out his hand for John. John bit his lip.
"But Mike-"
"He's a little busy." Drew cut off John, glancing back at Mike with the Bellas. John chewed on his lip before taking the Scotsman's hand.
Drew pulled John close as they danced to Goldfrapps' Ooh La La. John thought the Scotsman was a surprisingly good dancer.
"You can tell me what's going on, John." Drew said, whispering in John's ear so he could hearover the music.
"There's nothing to tell!" John snapped. Drew rolled his eyes.
"Oh yeah? Then what was that big bruise on your cheek last week?" Drew countered.
"I told you, I fell down the stairs!" John said, almost desperately.
Drew raised a brow. "Really, now? I thought you said you tripped over your suitcase?"
"I... I... I just need you to leave it alone, please." John said, almost begging.
"I can't if you're getting hurt!" Drew growled over the music.
"I'm fine! Just stop!" John begged.
"Stop what?"
John shook his head. "Stop... stop caring." He whispered so low, Drew almost missed it.
"There is nothing wrong. Like I said, I'm not getting anything more than what I deserve." John said, before pulling out of the Scotsman's safe grasp.
The LA native was making his way back to the bar, when he felt hands grab him by waist of his pants, pulling him into a hard chest. John looked up into the eyes of a pissed of Mike. He looked furious, and John felt his body tremble. Mike grabbed John's wrist, dragging him out of the club and into all but threw the brunette into their rental car.
"Who the fuck do you think you are, grinding all on Drew like some cheap slut?" Mike yelled. John flinched, and knew better than to talk back.
He knew what would happen once they got back to the hotel room. For now, he just listened to Mike yell at him, call him names, the usual. When they got back to the hotel, Mike rushed them up to their room, pushing John inside so hard the brunette fell to the floor.
"You little, good for nothing whore!" Mike screamed as he backhanded John across the face.
He grabbed John by the hair, pushing him onto the bed. He climbed onto of him, giving John another slap across face Mike flipped the other man on his stomach. He had already taking off John's shirt, leaving him bar backed. Mike smirked as he undid his belt, taking it off and folding it.
John closed his eyes, waiting for the pain. Mike brought his hand up, before lashing the belt across John's back, leaving a big mark that he knew would turn into big welts. John arched his back at the pain, tears escaping his clenched eyes. He wanted to beg the blonde to stop, but knew better than that. Mike kept at whipping the other man, and John lost count after 20...
After a while, Mike threw the belt aside. He flipped John over so he was on his back.
"You little cock-sucking, slut. Looks like I need to remind you of who you belong to." Mike whispered in John's ear, groping the brunette's thighs.
Mike quickly undid John's pants, pulling the leather material off, so he was now wearing nothing. Mike quickly pulled off his own pants, before forcefully spreading John's legs apart. He bit hard on John's neck, leaving a mark. A mark that showed John was not Mike's boyfriend, but his property.
Without warning, Mike harshly forced himself into John. The brunette's eyes widened at the pain. This pain, was a pain he'd never get used to. John felt tears stream down his face, and didn't bother to hide them. John tensed his body, which he knew would make it worse but he couldn't help it.
"Ah, so tight. I would think you'd be as loose as a hooker by now." Mike groaned as he thrusted in and out of John.
John clenched his fists around the sheets, trying so hard not to scream. He feel himself tearing, which really wasn't unusual. Soon, John felt Mike spill his load inside him. John shuddered in disgust. He felt worthless after Mike did this to him. He was just glad he didn't have to blow him tonight.
Mike pulled out of John, and the brunette could feel the blood drip down his thighs. He sighed, his body exhausted and in unimaginable pain. The beatings, the sexual abuse, the verbal and emotional abuse, was starting to get too much for John to handle.
Maybe, John thought. Death is better, than a life like this...
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