Thanks again for reading, two chapters in one night woohoo. This chapter starts a new stage in my Punk/Randy romance. The dom/sub relationship takes more of a focus. This has some smut and some punishment. This is my first attempt at the dom/sub relationship in writing so i hope I do it some justice. My randy muse is delighted at this chapter and sadden but mainly just keeps looking at me with an crazed expression should I be scared of what he's planning for my brain next? My punk muse is not amused he does not like to be out of control in anything and this story is disturbing him oh well he will get his justice in the end. I'm rambling again so I will stop hope you enjoy and remember to hit that review button it only takes a second! Thank you!
Randy stared after Punk briefly wondering what the hell just happened. His jaw ached slightly but he knew Punk had put any real power behind it. He'd been hit by Punk in the ring a lot harder than that in the past. Despite that fact Randy could feel his anger rising the jerk had no right to hit him and with that in mind he stormed after Punk. He pushed open the door to Punk's room and looked around confused at the lack of the older man. Growling he began to search for Punk his anger rising as He searched for the man this house was too big and confusing the hallway reminded him of Scooby Doo when they are running from the monster door after door across from each other. He finally came to a locked door and not bothering to knock forced it open with a brutal kick. He watched as Punk swung around from his place in front of the window the tears falling down his face almost calmed Randy almost. "Get the fuck out Randal" Punk snapped but Randy ignored him stalking across the room. Inwardly he smirked at the flash of fear he saw in the hazel green eyes as he came face to face with Phil. Randy raised his hand slowly wrapping his fingers around Punk's elegant throat thinking briefly how easy it would be to snap it. He tightened his grip enough to cause some discomfort and saw those hazel eyes get wide. "No one tells me what to do Philip no one! There are consequences to your actions and don't think you get to hit me without being punished."
"Fuck you Randal get out of my room, out of my house, he'll get out of my life! LET GO OF ME!" Randy chuckled lowly leaning forward he ran his tongue along Punk's neck feeling a shiver go through the smaller man. He suddenly bit down roughly until he could taste copper in his mouth. He heard Punk's cry of pain and felt him start to struggle. Randy pulled back and Punk opened his mouth to protest but Randy suddenly slapped him across the face.
"Shut up for a change Phil I don't want to hear anything out of your mouth unless its to beg for forgiveness, moans of pleasure, or of pain if you do anything else I swear I will gag you. Right now I am going to punish you Phil you need to learn I am in control not you and temper tantrums will not be tolerated as for fucking me never going to happen but very soon I will be inside this sweet ass of yours" Randy has been backing Punk up slowly towards the bed as he spoke he suddenly reach down and grabbed Punk's butt lifting him he tossed him easily on the bed. Punk attempted to scramble backwards but Randy caught his leg as he began undoing Punk's pants. Punk tried to kick out at him and Randy growled "don't you dare stay the fuck still and take it like a man." To Randy's amazement Punk complied and Randy finally was able to remove his pants and boxers, Punk's cheeks turned red as Randy reached his hand down Punk was hard and despite the fight he was responding to Randy's control, his voice alone sending fire through Punk's veins. Randy ran his fingers along Punk's harden length before grabbing his hips and flipping the best in the world over the ass that was presented to him was exquisite perfection and begged to be fucked but Randy ignored that instinct grabbing Punk he pulled his hips up placing the man on his knees he wondering how complaint Punk was in this situation he placed his hand on Punk's lower back "put your head down on to the bed and arch your back, stretch your arms out above your head and don't move until I am done with you". It took a few moments and an internal struggle played across Punk's face but he complied. Randy had to bite back a moan Punk was so breathtaking like this he pushed his jean clad knee in between Punk's leg flexing his muscle against Punk's erection eliciting a small moan. Randy smirked evilly and brought his hand down across Punk's butt a small gasp fled from Punk's mouth and his fingers tightened in the comforter but to his credit he remained still. Over and over Randy brought his hand down until Punk's rear was a nice bright red the smaller man trembled and cried out in pain mixed with pleasure.
Punk had never allowed this to happen before never given up this much control, yet some how he was turned on more then he had ever been in his life. He was embarrassed, humiliated in pain and desperate to cum. When Randy stopped spanking him Punk held his breath unsure of what was going to happen next. Punk shivered as Randy hand slid up his spine the same hand turned his head and Randy captured his lips they kissed until Punk felt like he was drowning. Randy pulled back and placed his middle finger against Punk's lips "suck" Randy whispered nipping at his ear lobe. Punk hesitated but parted his lips taking the finger into his mouth he sucked for a few moments before Randy pulled his hand away. Punk unsure of what was going to happen tensed when Randy's finger found his virgin ass he whimpered biting at his bottom lip "Relax love it's only going to hurt a little and will help a problem you have." At Randy's words Punk forced his muscles to unclench slowly almost more gently then Punk had thought Randy could ever be the finger slid inside him for the first few minutes Punk just laid there unsure of how he was feeling there had been pain at first now it just felt odd as Randy's finger slid in and out of his hole it almost felt like Randy was searching for something and then it happened and Punk was sure he literally saw stars.
"Holy shit" he moaned he had never felt something so good in his life and now that Randy has found that sweet spot he was unrelenting his finger moving faster and harder into him Punk didn't even realize when Randy slid a second finger into him he was too close to the edge. Punk tried to remain still against this overwhelming feeling inside him moaning Randy's name wondering if the begging tone really came from him then it happened and Punk saw fireworks he screamed Randy's name as he slid over the edge. He has never come this hard in his life and as he rose the waves of orgasm his body trembled he felt like it was never going to stop then mercifully Randy pulled his fingers out and he slowly came back to reality. Randy laid down on the bed and pulled Punk close holding him as Punk's breathing returned to normal. Punk was lost and confused clutching to Randy's shirt so many emotions were coming to the surface and tears slid down his face oh how he hated Randy at that moment.
"What's wrong love?" Randy questioned concern etched into his features.
"Don't" snapped Punk "don't call me that Randal don't act like you fucking care! Shouldn't you leave now didn't you get what Paul sent you here for! You win I'm torn up inside you fucking asshole! Just leave let me luck my wounds in peace. But before answer me one question Randal why?" Randy's grip had loosened and Punk stood pulling on his boxers he spun and looked at Randy "why?"