Warning not a nice chapter non-con, if you don't like then skip this chapter. Thank you for reading and reviewing.
Randy was frustrated both emotionally and sexually, Punk had been in his house for almost two weeks except for a brief trip to RAW which was incredibly uneventful do to Randy being on his best behavior and Paul being absent since Ryback and Axel were both on the injured list. Punk had been in his home in his life but had managed to shut Randy out, At the most Randy had received a few brief kisses from his partner, anytime he tried to engage more Punk would change the subject or leave the room. Randy knew it would take time but the evidence told him Punk didn't trust him. He refused to eat anything Randy prepared instead ordering out or cooking himself. He only drank from unopened bottles the lack of trust hurt but Randy had to be patient and understanding and so he was. The big thing was that Punk was here and running, Punk had put his personal stamp on the home in the last few weeks and Randy although not a big fan of change loved seeing Punk's stuff scattered with his own.
Randy walked into the living room seeing Punk he smiled. "Hey love" Punk looked up from tying his sneaker.
"Hey babe I'm going for my run, I've got my phone if I get lost so don't say it." Randy laughed Punk being unfamiliar with the area had gotten lost several times so far, the man zoned out when he ran so paying attention to his surroundings was not high on the list.
"Alright enjoy, be safe. I love you Phil." Randy grabbed his arm and pulled him close. Punk stiffened but didn't pull away glancing up at Randy.
"I love you too." Randy captured Punks lips for a brief moment before the man pulled back. "I could give you a better workout ya know." Punk blushed and headed for the door.
"Running right now Randy, maybe later I will take you up on that offer, not sure yet though." Randy rolled his eyes as soon as the door closed he pulled out his cell phone texting John. I don't thin he wants to be with me flinches every time I touch him.
Punk didn't get half way down the driveway when his phone rang if it was Randy he was going to scream. The man was suffocating him, constantly hovering, asking if he was okay treating him like he was going to break. Punk needed him to lighten up so things could go back to normal. He saw John's name flash across his screen and decided to answer. It would be awkward the most he had done was text John, he'd talked to Daniel everyday though. "Hey Boy Scout whats up?"
"Hey Punkers why are you torturing Randy?" Punk walked slowly down the road all thoughts of running gone.
"Me torturing him, why the hell is he torturing me? He's constantly watching me, trying to take care of me but won't fucking dominate me he wants it all sweet and that is so not how we work." John laughed at Punk's outburst.
"Oh so you are shutting him up, instead you are upset that he is being caring and concerned about you. He is a dom outside the bedroom you tend to take care of your sub sometimes a little over the top. He right now is trying his damnedest to get you to trust him, to truly forgive him, and to show he can be what you need so cut him some slack."
"It's just annoying if I wanted to be mothered I would call Colt I want Randy back to the way it was minus the lies and conspiring behind my back that is." Punk not paying attention continued his walk, he did glance around briefly and shrug at the unfamiliar surroundings he would find his way back he always did.
:Are you there because you want to make this work, or to punish Randy. He says your cold and when he does try to engage you run not even giving him a change to dominate you? Also did you tell him about that thing that happened between us?" John question caught him off guard and he stumbled over the pavement.
"I am trying my hardest to move on from everything, yes its difficult and the trust is not there and it will take a while, but I wouldn't be living in fucking Missouri if I didn't care about him and want to make this work. I would be at home in Chicago helping Colt sell my house since apparently the security company he hired found a bunch of camera's and crap so I am so moving. Why would Paul even do that, that is so stalker behavior? I'm working on not being so cold as Randy puts it but he needs to become more aggressive in this situation. About us no I haven't I will when our relationship is a little more stable he wouldn't take it very well right now. By the way John just to let you know despite the fact that you think you suck you have an incredibly talented mouth and should use it on Daniel more often." Punk could practically see the blush on Cena's face from where he was, the man was clearing his throat and fumbling with the phone.
"Well thank you Punkers, you have a great mouth, body, ass, everything really and under different circumstances I would show you what I was really capable of. "
"You think I have a great body?" punk questioned very curious on the answer and enjoying teasing John lightly.
"Yes Phil you have a very sexy body but we need to get back on subject."
"Hold on you think I'm sexy the boy scout thinks I'm sexy. Didn't think the bad boy look was your type." John groaned in frustration beginning to believe Punk was just trying to torture him.
"Yes you are sexy, I think you know that Phil, and just like everyone the bad boy type does it for me under certain circumstances. I happen to think your tattoos and cocky attitude is hot. Now that I've made that confession lets get back to the matter at hand." Punk smiled trying to not laugh at the nervousness in John's voice.
"Wow thanks I think John boy, and just so you know your boy scout thing is a turn on to me, although I prefer you behind the scenes. You also have an incredible body and taste like candy even your ummm taste like candy. You are sweet."
"Candy, I taste like candy. Why. . . why are you telling me this Phil?" Punk couldn't help it and began laughing at John's discomfort.
"Because I can, and its fun to torture you. Is Daniel around wanna have phone sex John boy?" John rolled his eyes taking a few seconds to compose himself.
"No Daniels out and no phone sex ever Phil. Now back to Randy and the whole situation, talk to him tell him what you need and want if you don't he is just going to keep smothering you. Now onto Paul, I think you need a restraining order against him. I don't think its stalker behavior Punk, It is stalking behavior, he wants you that much is obvious from him shoving his tongue into your mouth. You need to watch your back and not be alone in places he could get to you. Ryback and Axel may be injured but Paul isn't and he is crazy. Don't think just because his boys are down that you are safe. Do you hear me Phil, watch your back." Punk chewed on his lip ring, Johns words making him feel paranoid, he looked around the street and saw nothing out of the ordinary. Shrugging he turned to head back to the house, the hair on the back of his neck standing on end a feeling of dread washing over him. He picked up speed but was still not sure where he was going.
"Hey John, can I let you go I was out for a run and now I'm kind of lost again need to give Randy a call and get him to give me directions home." John had heard about Punk's insistence on running around Randy's town on his home and multiple times not being able to find his way home.
"Alright call me when you get home safely. Stop wandering around without Randy take him on your runs or go to the gym and use the treadmill until this thing with Paul is handle." Punk wanted to roll his eyes but realized John was most likely right and he needed to be more careful.
"Talk to you later John, I'll let you know when I get home." Punk hung up the phone and hit the speed dial for Randy's number. When the man answered on the first ring it made Punk smile. "Hey I'm lost again" Randy's deep chuckle sent butterflies into Punk's stomach.
"Alright tell me what street you are on." Punk glanced around and saw a street sign at the corner.
"Hold on let me get to the corner can't read the sign from here." Randy chuckled again and Punk took a deep breath trying to calm his emotions.
"Alright just let me know when you get there. Phil I really need you to be more observant, its like you are running around with your head in the clouds and it's not smart for you to do that right now. So start paying attention."
"Yes sir" Punk stated and heard Randy hiss slightly at the use of the word. Punk had said it without thinking and realized that was the first time he had called Randy sir since everything went down. Punk wanted to slap himself it was really that simple if he wanted Randy to act like Randy then he needed to act like a sub not a pissed off brat. Even though he was at the corner and could easily rattle off the street name Punk instead decided to play a different hand. "I love you sir and I'm sorry I'm such a bad boy who needs to be punished. I'm very tired and was hoping that you would come get me." Punk held his breath hoping Randy was getting his point. He heard a low growl and Randy grabbing car keys.
"Where are you Pet?" Randy's deep voice and the commanding tone made Punk feel weak in the knees. He rattled off the name of the street. "I will be there in ten minutes don't you fucking move." Punk's smile filled his face and he hung up the phone waiting for Randy. Getting bored he began to text Daniel.
"Put the phone down Phil, and turn around slowly." Punk froze at the voice "You fucking heard me put it down" Punk leaned down placing the phone on the tar and turning towards the voice. He saw the glint of sunlight on the gun pointed at him before focusing on Paul.
"What now Paul? Whats the plan?" Punk asked him with a tired tone, he was scared but not going to let Paul know this so he was going for bored.
"Very simple we are going to go for a drive, and when I finished with you I will let you go but since I know how tricky you can be I think you need to be restrained. Something I'm sure you will enjoy." Paul pulled out a pair of handcuffs and tossed them at Punk. "Put them on hands behind your back. Don't try anything or I will shot you. Not to kill but make sure you have a permanent limp." Punk picked up the handcuffs fastening them onto his wrist, he glared at the man. Wondering if he could stall long enough for Randy to get there then realizing that would be a bad idea Paul would not hesitate to kill Randy. He allowed Paul to grab his arm leading him down the street to a car Punk had seen earlier but had thought nothing of. Paul opened the passenger door and pushed Punk in, he then rounded the car and slid into the driver's side. Starting the engine he pulled away from the curb, Punk stared straight ahead trying to get the handcuffs off. He glanced in the rear view mirror and saw Randy's car approaching the corner where he should be.
"If you are going to let me go Paul what is the point of all of this?" Paul glanced over at Punk and just smiled.
"You took away my ability to watch you Phillip so now I need to have you in person so I can have the memories to keep me warm at night." Red flags went off in Punk's head and he tensed.
"Have me how Paul?" Paul reached over and placed his hand on Punk's leg slowly sliding it up.
"I'm going to have all of you Phil, every single piece of you, under neath me screaming for me like you do that little bitch Orton." Punk tried to slide against the door attempting to move his leg out of Paul's reach. The man just gripped his leg painfully. "Stay fucking still Phil"
"Stop touching me Paul! This is not going to happen, I am not going to have sex with you so just fucking pull over and let me out now!" Paul's laughter filled the car and Punk felt like he was going to hyperventilate.
"I don't care what you want Phil, I'm going to take what I want and I have the ability to make sure you enjoy it whether or not you want to." Punk didn't respond Paul's hand had reached his crotch and he was rubbing and squeezing. Punk just stared straight out the window shutting his mind down and refusing to respond or acknowledge Paul's words or touch. He felt Paul turn the wheel and saw they were leaving the main road, he heard the crunch of gravel and watched as a small cabin came into view. Punk glanced around quickly taking in his surroundings. Paul slid from the car and Punk took several deep breaths grateful for at least the moment the man was not touching him. His door opened and the gun was once again pointed at him. "We are going inside be a good boy and don't make me use this." Punk slid from the car walking towards the cabin, he couldn't let this happen he wouldn't survive this. He knew Paul would let him go but that would only be once he broke Punk mentally. Punk was trying desperately to think of a plan as Paul shoved him into the cabin. He glanced around the single room, swallowing hard. A bed in the center of the room with cuffs on the four corners and a video camera were the only furniture. Paul pushed Punk towards the bed and he tried to resist but the gun in the middle of his back forced him forward. "I'm going to remove the cuffs and you will do exactly as I say or I shot you in the left knee. Do you understand Phil?" Punk nodded and felt the metal fall away from his wrists. He brought his hands forward rubbing slowly at the red skin. "Take your clothe of Phil" Punk closed his eyes but reached to the hem of his shirt.
"Don't do this Paul, you are better than this. Think about what you are doing. Stop now before its to late." Paul laughed and walked in front of Phil the gun pointed at Punk's leg.
"Do it clothes off all of them. Don't tell me what I want to do or try to talk me out of this. I'm going to be balls deep inside of your ass very soon and trust me I will not regret a moment of making you scream." Punk closed his eyes and pulled the shirt over his head dropping it on the floor, soon the rest of his clothes followed and Punk stood naked staring at the dusty floor. "On the bed Phil, on your back I want to watch your pretty face while I fuck you." Punk laid on the bed not reacting when the cuffs were attached by Paul staring at the wall. He paid no attention to Paul's action trying to find a way to make his mind shut off completely. A slap across his face made him look up at the fat man. There was a glass in Paul's hand filled with water, Punk raised an eyebrow. "I'm giving you a choice Phil either you actively participate it what we are about to do and enjoy it or you drink this which will make you have a whole helluva lot of fun and participation." Punk stared at the glass not wanting to know what was in it. His question slipped from his lips though and Paul held it closer to Phil. "GHB and Liquid ecstasy, a combination that will have you going for hours and hours. You won't be able to get enough." Punk shook his head violently not wanting the drugs anywhere near him. "Alright as long as you are a good boy I won't make you drink the second I think you are pulling away I will force this into you one way or another do you understand Phil?" Punk swallowed hard but forced himself to nod. Punk watched as Paul turned on the video camera and tried to suppress the urge to gag when Paul removed his clothes. The older man climb on top of him and Punk tried to stay in the present and not think about this being rape, he tried to picture Randy on top of him anything so Paul wouldn't use the drugs. When Paul wrapped his hand around Punk's penis and began stroking he tried to image Randy's hand but couldn't he was desperately trying to get hard but nothing was working. "Get hard for me Phil now!" Punk whimpered at the tone normally someone being in complete control had him hard in a second but this wasn't pleasurable or wanted. It was doing the exact opposite and keeping him flaccid.
"I'm trying" he stated softly and Paul growled his hand leaving Punk's penis.
"You have one more chance before we go to the glass" and with that Paul roughly shoved two fingers into Punk working them in and out hard. This violation was too much and Punk cried out in pain and turned his head burying into his raised arm and letting tears fall. "Stop fucking crying you little bitch." Punk ignored him and just began to thrash in the restraints trying to buck Paul off his body and get the fingers out of him.
"STOP" he screamed "STOP NO GET THE HELL OFF OF ME" Punk was shocked that Paul did what he wanted until his hair was pulled roughly raising his head. The glass was pressed against his lips and Punk gagged as the liquid filled his mouth. He tried to spit it out but Paul pressed the butt of the gun to his forehead and fear of dying made him swallow. Once the liquid was gone Paul headed for the door glancing back at Punk.
"I'm going to have a cigarette hope you don't mind the taste when we kiss, in about twenty minutes all the fight is going to leave your body and I am so going to love every second of the next several hours of you begging for more." Punk watched the door close and began to pull on the restraints his left wrist was quite loose, so he tugged over and over again. He didn't know how long Paul was gone from the room or how long he struggled or when his struggles changed to just trying to put out the fire that had taken over his skin. His mind tumbling unsure what he wanted or why he was fighting. He moaned loudly when a hand stroked up his leg, and when that hand wrapped around his engorged penis he gasped bucking forward. Body weight once against pressed down onto him but instead of disgust Punk ground himself against the mass. He heard Paul's chuckle and asking if he felt better. Punk nodded and then shook his head no, he needed relief and with the restraints could not get his own.
"Paul please" he begged the man above him.
"Please what Phillip, beg me and you may get your wish." Punk wanted to beg for his release to go home to Randy but the drugs were overtaking his mind.
"Fuck me Paul please, fuck me" Paul smirked and leaned forward kissing Punk and he returned the kiss desperate for some kind of release. Then Paul was inside of him and Punk was screaming both in pain and pleasure. With that scream something shifted inside Punk's brain and somehow he knew despite the drugs this had broken him and he was never going to be the same.
Several hours later Punk laid curled up on the bed, dressed now and alone he sobbed. Paul had gotten everything he had desired Punk had done things he couldn't imagine and Paul had a videotape of it all. He promised to send Punk a copy before he left the devastated man alone in the room. Punk knew he could leave that he was free but felt more trapped than ever. He had no place to go in his mind Randy would never want him now that Paul had taken his body and destroyed his mind. He was the only person he knew in the area, Punk wanted to go home to Chicago he wanted his fucking life back. He finally stood and walked outside he followed the dirt path till he came to a road and did the one thing he never did he hitchhiked. The women who picked him up didn't ask him any questions just dropping him off at the closest store. Punk went inside to ask to use the phone still unsure of who he was going to call, and after giving the cashier a wad of bills she brought him to an office and a phone. He stared at the device for a long time before calling Colt. The phone went right to voice mail and Punk wanted to scream but then again his voice was already hoarse from screaming. He took a deep breath and called Daniel's number, after just one ring the man answered. "Hello" Punk just began to sob at Daniel's voice trying to speak. "Punk where are you? Tell me where you are John, Randy and I are here looking for you. Tell me where you are." Punk sobbed harder at Randy's name, Daniel pulled the phone from his ear checking the caller ID he gave John the number and a few seconds later Daniel asked Punk if he was at a store, he managed to say yes. "We are on our way honey, everything's going to be okay."
"No don't bring Randy here, I don't want to see him. Please I can't let him see me like this." Punk sobbed into the phone. Daniel looked at John and Randy and then just held the phone out to Randy knowing this would just piss Punk off but he was not going to tell the crazed man that Punk didn't want to see him. John was driving well over the speed limit and Randy was just speaking quietly to Punk. When they arrived at the store Randy flew from the car and inside the other two followed at a slower pace scared of what they were going to find. By the time they arrived at the office Punk was clinging to randy and the viper had tears streaming down his face. "He wouldn't stop I begged him to stop and he wouldn't. He drugged me and made me enjoy it I didn't want it Randy. I'm sorry, I'm sorry" Randy stood and walked past the two carrying Punk out to the car. He got into the backseat and just held Punk tightly. The two followed and John slid behind the wheel looking at Randy.
"Should we take him to the hospital or home?" Punk dug his fingers into Randy's arm.
"Home take me home no hospital, he didn't do anything that won't heal on its own." Randy hugged him tighter.
"Who did this Phil?" Punk shook his head no not wanting to answer Randy. "Tell me or we go to the hospital." Punk cried harder trying to pull away from Randy.
"Please I just want to forget maybe he will leave me alone he videotaped it, so he might just leave me alone now." Randy growled knowing exactly who Punk was talking about and seeing his boyfriend like this was pushing him over the edge.
Paul did this, we need to go to the hospital have a rape kit done so they can arrest him." Daniel stated from his seat and Punk's eyes widened
"No no no no no no one can know about this. I can't press charges that would ruin me, he would show the video. He'd expose Randy and myself, I want to go home and take a shower and forget this ever happened. No one can know or he wins" Randy nodded keeping Punk close.
"Okay baby we will go home. I've got you just relax, I've got you." Punk closed his eyes then popped them open.
"I can still feel him on me, I need to get him off me. I can taste him, I need something to drink Randy please." Randy grabbed his Pepsi from the floor and handed it to Punk and despite it already being open he downed the contents. Punk rubbed at his skin wanting to not feel what he was feeling. "I can still taste him Randy help please." Randy forced Punk to look at him leaning forward he shoved his tongue into Punk's mouth. He ran his tongue all over not leaving a inch of Punk's mouth free. When he pulled away he check Punk's reaction an d the smaller man smiled. "That's better I taste you now. I want a shower, Randy please" Randy looked up and saw they were approaching his house.
"Okay Hun as soon as we get inside you can shower." Punk nodded and as soon as the car stopped scurried into the house Randy right behind him.
An exhausted Randy walked into the living room looking at Daniel, John, and Colt who had been on a plane when Punk had tried calling. "He's losing it, he is in the shower sobbing won't let me anywhere near him. I don't know if we can handle this on our own." Everyone nodded glad Randy saw that because no one had a clue how to fix what Paul had done. "Do you still have the sedative that Dr Amann gave you?" he asked John and the man nodded and went to his bag. "Someone call the doctor see if he is willing to come out here and evaluate Punk. I think he may need to go some place for help. I just don't know what to do. He's aware but completely out of it at the same time. Colt do me a favor and call the security team you used at Punk's house and get them here and make this place as safe as Fort Knox, also see if they know someone who can track Paul down I guarantee he went underground so we can't locate him and I will not allow him to ever hurt Phil again." Colt stood pulling his phone out and leaving the room. John held out the filled syringe and Randy took it unsure how Punk was going to react to this.
"If you need help just yell" John said as Randy returned upstairs. He didn't find Punk in the bathroom or bedroom so he began searching the rooms raising an eyebrow when he saw the door to his playroom ajar. Punk had never been in the room it was suppose to be locked. He walked in and saw Punk sitting Indian style in the center of the room.
"This room is interesting, it's for you and a pet right?" Randy sat down beside him taking his hand. Punk pulled it away and placed it back in his lap.
"It's for you and me yes, when we are ready to use it." Punk nodded slowly rubbing the marks on his wrist.
"You'll find someone who will use it with you I'm sure. A guy like you has options, I know you won't want me now that Paul did what he did and it's okay. I'm unclean now and you want someone pure. I'll get my stuff out as soon as possible. I'm just going to go back to Chicago I'll call the airport just need to pack a bag." Randy listened to Punk and finally grabbed his chin forcing the man to look at him.
"You are an idiot sometimes. I love you and only you I want no one else. It doesn't matter what Paul did. You are not unclean, you are pure either but that's thanks to me not Paul. I happen to love you just how you are. You are not moving out you are staying right here with me. Forever Phil I love you." Punk wanted to doubt him but could see the truth in Randy's eyes and forced a smile.
"What if I can never use this room? What if I can never have sex again? What if I never feel clean again?" Randy stood pulling Punk to his feet he led Punk to their room and made him lay down. He pulled the syringe from his pocket and placed it on the night stand. Punk said nothing and that worried Randy the sight of a syringe would have sent him off before.
"If we never have sex again I am fine with that. If we never use that room then fine. I can masturbate and fantasies so that doesn't matter. Do you want the sedative or do you think you can rest on your own?' Punk studied Randy for a moment before pulling his shirt sleeve up. He didn't react at the shot just staring at the wall.
"I love you Randy, I hope you know how much." Randy laid down and pulled Punk close being careful not to move to quickly and set Punk off. The smaller man tensed but just snuggled against him.
"Not as much as I love you Phil." Randy laid with Punk until the sedative kicked in and then stood needing to go hit something and get the anger out he was barely containing.
This chapter emotionally exhausted me thank you to those who said my last chapter and Punk's breakdown was well written. I worked in a psych hospital so saw many break downs. Don't worry Punk will be able to pull himself together eventually and I will stop torturing the poor couple and let them be happy at some point. Please review and tell me what you think, want to see happen, or even what you hate about my story. Though I hope you didn't read this far if you hate it.