A/N : THIS CHAPTER IS AFTER RAW AND AFTER JOHN GOT CHECKED OUT BY A DOCTOR WHEN HE BLACKED OUT
JOHN POV
I walked down the hotel hall, exhausted from my match against Daniel Bryan, Vince made me still compete even when the doctor said I shouldn't from blacking out and it infuriates me when Vince never listens. But despite the exhaustion I was happy, happy that I found out that after tonight I would have a whole week without Punk around because of him going to Chicago for his Cm Punk movie with his ex girlfriend and best friend Lita and Colt and I can be with Randy. I finally get to my hotel room slipping the key card inside the slot as the light turned green and unlocked I walk inside laying everything beside the door as I strip out of my clothes not even wanting to take a shower I am so exhausted I lay on the bed feeling much better then I have in a long time.
I turn over into my back thinking of Randy and how hot it was when he jumped into the ring to save me from Punk was a total turn on. My dick starts to get hard just thinking about Randy and I groan in frustration that I'm super tired with a hard on. I think of Vicki Guerrero in a thong and bra to will my dick down by Randy kept popping into my mind making me hard again and I huff in aggravation. I still wasn't sure what Punk was going to do to me tonight if tonight would be the night he would do anything after his fight with Randy.
hunger, and my lust for Randy was strong but I knew there was only one way that would happen. I knew that the burning need to connect with that secret, dark place inside myself would only be quenched by giving myself wholly to him again. It was a compulsion that had first been allowed, then encouraged to develop and was now too powerful to be stopped. Aching and restless, I ran a my hands down my naked body purposefully giving permission to all the deviant demons that lived in my body and mind to run free. My body devoured the pleasure offered by my very vivid imagination and rewarded me with a cleansing orgasm.
I set up against the beds headboard for awhile naked. As I turned on the TV to attempting to find a mindless TV show with no sexual overtones to occupy myself with. After a few minutes, I began to feel the first stirring of drowsiness so I snuggle down in the sheets and soon drifted off to sleep. I had no idea what time it was when I awoke but it was still very dark outside. I can't remember hearing any specific noises but something made me open my eyes. Punk was standing in the door of the hotel bedroom staring at my naked body. I wasn't startled or scared at that moment and even felt my usual elation at seeing him but that was soon to change. Without hesitation, Punk walked over to me and grabbed my neck, first with one, then both of my hands. "Don't you dare make a fucking sound pet or I will hurt you. Mmmm. Very nice." His voice trailing off as he felt on my soft but muscled thighs . The harshness returned abruptly. "Not a fucking word! Do you understand me?" I nodded to appease him and so I wouldn't get hurt anymore then I have today "Did you think that was a smart move that you and Randy played on me today attacking me like that?" I didn't say anything. I see Punk take a blindfold and placed in over my eyes, again instructing me not to even think about touching it. He sat me up then, changing his mind, pushed me roughly back down and began running his hands up and down my body. Punk lingered softly when he got to my nipple, gently fingering the rim. My brain was just beginning to register pleasure, and I hated it but when his fingers clamped down on my nipple with surprising force. I gasped out in pain. Just as I was recovering fromthe unexpected jolt, his mouth covered my other fully exposed nipple where he bit down with just as much force. I cried out again. Catching my breath, I frantically tried to compose myself, my brain searching for a way to process the pain as his hands wandered down to my dick and for some reason my legs instinctively opened. As I knew Punk could feel my wetness coming from the head of my cock and suddenly Punk pulled away. I felt Punk sit up.
"What a little whore you are my pet! A man comes in to rape you and you are wet and horny!" I feel Punk slap the right side of my face and I jerked back with a gasp.
Without a word, Punk roughly turns me over on to my stomach. He once again put his hands around my neck, pushing my face into the mattress forcing me to struggle desperately to catch a breath. My natural urge to resist this seemed to anger Punk, making his resolve to own me even stronger as he straightened my head out roughly and plunged it even deeper into the mattress. His hands tightened around my throat and I could feel the air being cut off. Panic set off alarms throughout my body and just when I thought I was going to suffocate, the pressure lessened and I gulped for every breath of air like it was more precious than gold. He pressed his knee squarely in the middle of my back as he grabbed my hands, forcing them behind my body. Angrily, he attached a restraint around each wrist then pulled me up with a jerk.
"Get up! Get up you little whore bitch!" Punk hissed. He shoved me over towards the wall, one hand gripping my upper arm, the other still firmly around my neck. Spinning me around, I felt my back and head hit the wall with a force that startled me. "You really are a little whore. Aren't you? Don't move a muscle. If you move, even an inch, you will feel pain like you never have before." Punk said seething into my ear making me frightened I stood there silently. Not daring to move or make a sound. My mind was desperately trying to process what was happening as I heard the water running in the kitchen. He came back and grabbed my short hair on my head. "Open your mouth Pet!" I obliged, tasting cool water in my mouth. He poured it faster than I could swallow it and most of it ran down the sides of my face onto my body. He continued to pour it down my throat and I gasped from the shock of the coldness as it ran down my neck. "Now stand still. I'm going to take pictures of you to show all my friends what a whore you are. Maybe I'll invite them over to use you. Fuck you like the whore you are. Just look at you standing there, bound and blindfolded like dirty slut" I heard the flash of a digital camera, then another. I knew that Punk was lying I knew he wouldn't show anyone those pictures because he hates to share anything with others specially me. He was just scaring me into submission "Get on your knees!" Punk said, pushing me down by the shoulder. I heard the rustling of material as he removed his clothing. "Suck my cock now, Pet!" He gripped my hair forcefully and proceeded to shove his erect dick in my mouth. "I said suck my cock pet! I want that whole thing down your throat! Open your mouth wider! No teeth! If I feel your teeth, I will beat you like you've never been beat before" Punk pushed himself deeper into my mouth. I struggled to open my throat wider, not wanting to stoke his anger. I began gagging and retching which only seemed to enrage Punk. "If you throw up on my cock, I'll beat the crap out of you! Now start sucking! I want it all the way down your throat!". Fear was coursing through my body, every nerve standing on edge. Suddenly, he pulled himself away. And I kneeled there not daring to move, saliva from gagging, cool on the side of my mouth as tears ran down my face in fear.
"Now get in the other room!" I hesitated, just a second, still trying to process.
"What the fuck are you waiting for bitch? You really better get walking. NOW!"
My other senses were ultra heightened from my sight being restricted by the blindfold. My hands followed the cold, smooth walls. When I felt the wood of the bedroom door, I let go and walked to where I thought was to the middle of the room. my hands desperately searching for something to reveal my location. Finally I felt, the mirror in the far corner of the hotel room, which was surprising because it is not at all where I thought I had walked to. As I turned to make my way over to the sofa in the middle of the room Punk's commanding voice stopped me dead in my tracks.
"No! Stop! I want you down on your knees and crawling like the whore you are." You should always be on your knees in my presence I am your master!". Now get down on the floor and crawl bitch!" I now knew better than to hesitate when Punk gave an order and immediately dropped on to all fours, using one arm to crawl and the other to feel the way. After I crawled for a while, he jerked me to my knees, pulling both arms behind my back and putting the leather cuffs back on my wrists.
"Now, lie there and pleasure yourself." I lied down on my back and quickly grabbed onto my dick pumping it furiously in my haste. I could feel an extra wetness run down my dick with precum, yet my fear of Punk distracted my mind from feeling much pleasure from this act. I continued to masturbate myself when his sharp voice interrupted my thoughts.
"Now get up on your knees. I told you that a whore like you should always be on his knees. Suck my cock and I want it all the way down your throat this time!". He freed my hands and I immediately reached up to grab his cock. Another sharp slap landed on my right cheek making more tears run down my face of pain and fear.
"You may not touch me! Do you understand? you are my pet do as I say!" I nodded and brought my hands down to my sides. My mouth navigated the darkness, wildly searching for Punks dick . Finally, I felt his cock hit my cheek and a wave of relief washed over me. I was terrified to do anything that may provoke him. He was fully erect and I worked hard to get him down my throat, using great caution not to touch him with my teeth. Punk pushed the back of my head, ramming himself into me. I gagged and instinctively pulled back which just served to enrage him. He roughly grabbed my short hair and jammed himself down my throat again. "What the fuck is wrong with you? I want you to swallow the whole thing bitch! You can't take it? A whore like you can't swallow a whole cock?"
Punk pulled back in disgust and lied down on the carpet. I felt fear. Fear that I angered him and terrified of the consequences. I also felt a deep sense of disappointment in myself because I failed to please him and I really had no idea why these feeling where coming either I hated Punk. And Just as this anxiety began to take on a life of its own, he clenched my arm tightly, positioning me on top on him. He then guided his huge cock inside my ass without lube as I screamed in pain, but then he struck my prostate head on and it sent enormous waves of pleasure throughout my body.
"Now fuck me. Fuck me like the little slut you are!" I began moving up and down along Punks shaft of his cock. I felt the sexual tension and pleasure beginning to build. My hands went down and touched his chest. As soon as I felt his skin, I realized my mistake and jerked my hand back but it was to late. I felt another sharp sting to my cheek and I held in a cry of pain, this one literally taking my breath away. "You are not to touch me! Do you understand pet? Now fuck me harder!" I nodded and grasped my hands together to prevent it from accidentally happening again. I resumed sliding up and down his very erect cock with long, purposeful strokes, rising and falling from the very tip to the base of Punk's shaft. I continued on rhythmically, almost hypnotically, my mind still grappling to process what was happening. As Punk's voice interrupted my state of trance.
"Do you fuck your boyfriend Randy like this? What about the guys in the locker room? Do you fuck them?" I shook my head no. "What about Vince do you suck his cock to get ahead in WWE is that how you became the face of the company by sucking off the bosses dicks? Is this how you would fuck Randy? I shook my head violently. That thought was especially repulsive to me and made me recoil inside. "Do you think you own me?"
"No. I know I don't own you". I answered. Nor do I want to I thought in my head
"Good. Because you don't and you better never forget that! Now I want you to cum. I've decided I am going to give you 30 seconds. If you don't cum, you are going to feel pain like you never felt before! 30, 29, 28, 27!" I hear Punk counting down as I closed my eyes and desperately tried to focus on Randy he always makes me cum. Panic coursed through my veins like fire. "18, 17, 16…you better cum…" his voice trailed off into the distance.
"Please give me time! I pleaded. I'm trying! I'm trying as hard as I can!" Fear welled up inside of me as the visions of potential punishments ran through my head.
"3, 2…" Just as my emotions were about to overcome me, he sensed my desperation. Either that or Punk wanted to prolong my torture. I'm still not exactly sure which one.
"It's your lucky night. I'm feeling generous and have pity for you, whore. I will give you 30 more seconds to cum. However, be warned that I have a paddle in the other room and I will not hesitate to use it if you don't do what you are told. Now are you going to be a good little slut and cum all over my hard cock? "Yes! Oh thank you, thank you, thank you for giving me another chance. I will cum now. I promise. I will!" But deep inside, I wasn't so sure. Thoughts of this paddle Punk spoke of flashed in my head. What did it look like? How would it feel? Stop! I silently screamed to myself. You have to focus. You can cum. Your body is programmed to cum for him. It has always cum for him as reliably as the sun rises and sets each day. Now focus! A loud slap to my cheek and then twice on my ass ripped me from my thoughts "Did I not say that you are not to touch me?" I had become so distracted that my hand had fallen to his chest. I apologized profusely for my mistake but Punk just ignored me and continued to count down. The panic I felt was relentless and I desperately searched for the means to make myself cum. I tried to tune out the way he was slowly counting down, stopping only to remind me of the pain that would follow if I failed. I was shaken to my very core and visibly upset as he got to 5.
"I am starting to lose my patience. I'm going to give you ONE last chance. But that will be it! Do you understand what I'm telling you? You get one more fucking chance to cum! If you don't, I am going take my paddle and spank you like you never have been spanked before. It is going to hurt and you will cry and scream in pain! Now do it bitch! Cum!"
"I can do it! I promise! Thank you for giving me another chance! I will not disappoint you!" "You better not or I will beat your ass until it Is black and blue and you can't sit for a week!" Punk screamed into my face as I knew I had to find a way to get hold of myself and this necessity gave me the determination to regain control of my body and mind. Renewed in my resolve to achieve his goal, I forced myself to relax. I concentrated on the wonderful sensations that I previously allowed my fear to mask and began pumping myself up and down Punks huge erect cock, feeling light as air. Punk began to count. I took his words in then released them out into the universe. I focused solely on how satisfied Punk would be when I achieved an orgasm along with the physical pleasure which had now completely engulfed my dick.
Oh yes! I knew now I had figured it out! It was magical as I moved my hips up and down with a slight swirling motion. I felt it rising as he hit 17. Oh yes, here it was! I knew this sensation. Somewhere around 20 or 21, my ass muscles began to repetitively contract and tighten, fiercely gripping Punk's cock. What followed were intense spasms that pulsated with a force more violent than I had ever experienced. Pleasure radiated like sunlight from my dick, infusing every last nerve ending in my body. Lights exploded then faded slowly back into the darkness of my blindfold as my muscles finally relaxed. I could feel the energy seep out of every pore in my body. A feeling of peace and satisfaction came over me for some reason and I couldn't understand it I mean this is Punk the man who has made my life a living hell ever since I agreed to this bet so why in the hell am I enjoying being tossed around by him.
Punk praised me and I soaked in pre cum at the feeling that I had satisfied him. He indulged my need to relax for a few seconds then abruptly pushed me off of him as I landed on my back. Punk took my arms, pulling me up and guided me to the bed. He ordered me to lie face down to which I complied immediately. Punk roughly spread my legs as the fear began to rise up in me once again. I felt my emotions reigned in forcefully to exactly where he decided they should be reminding me. I let Punk be in control in fear of being hurt again. Punk was in complete and total control. He grabbed a fistful of hair on my head and like earlier, pushed my head deep into the pillow, his hand then straightening out but still pushing me with just as much force. Again, I frantically turned it sideways to catch my breath as he shoved his hard cock deep inside my still wet, freshly pleasured ass. Pleasure once again, exploded throughout my body. I felt the entire weight of Punk's body squarely on top of me, in a symbolic act displaying his complete domination over me, as he once again took hold of my hair. He pumped into to me ferociously and it was then I knew he was possessed by the same demons as I. Then with one final pounding, thrust, Punk released those demons deep inside me. I felt the weight of his body soften as he lay motionless on top of me.
Just when I began to bask in the warmth and texture of his body blanketing mine, he sat up with a quickness that startled me. I turned slowly turned over onto my back, desperate for a clue to what his next actions may be. I didn't remove my blindfold or even dare to ask permission for fear it would anger him. He picked up my hand and gave me a glass of water. I thanked him. He said nothing, just took the glass back and put it on the nightstand. I heard the rustling of clothes followed by footsteps and the door opening and closing and then nothing. I took off the blind fold to see a empty room and Punks bags are gone along with all of his cloths.
I turned on my side to think about all that happened tonight and how much I actually enjoyed it for the first time with Punk since this whole thing started and I'm confused at my feelings if I like him or hate him I don't know. I sit there a little longer till I feel my eyes lids going heavy with tiredness from all the sex I just had so I snuggle in my sheets and turn out the lights to sleep….
WOW THAT WAS WEIRD : POOR JOHN IS HE HAVING FEELINGS FOR
PUNK ALL OF A SUDDEN EVEN THOUGH PUNK HAS TORTURED JOHN IN
EVERY WAY POSSIBLE? YOU TELL ME WHAT YOU THINK? AND DO YOU
WANT JOHN TO HAVE FEELINGS FOR PUNK OR NOT? SPEAK YOUR
MIND ON YOUR OPINIONS…