A/N : PUNK IS STARTING TO GET SCARED HIMSELF FOR THE FIRST TIME SINCE HE HAS JOHN IN HIS CLUTCHES LETS SEE HOW HE DEALS WITH IT…
JOHN POV…
I had come back from all the fan signings and make a wish to find Punk storm into his and my hotel room a little wobbly and as I open the door I feel Punk throw his arms around me kissing me hard and demanding which kind of surprised me a little as I let out a squeak but I start kissing back to please my master "Master" I say a little worried. My protest was cut short as Punk kisses me again, tugging at my jacket I have on. I pull my lips free again, "no-" I say as I know there's something wrong with Punk because I can smell hard liquor on his breath from the bar we were just at and Punk never drinks which is the part that scares me the most. "John, you're my Pet you are mine only!, serve your master." Punk hisses, grinding his hips against me making tears of pain and betrayal run down my face "And don't worry, I'll be gentle" Punk says mockingly and I know that's a blain out lie. I watch as Punk pulls me away from the wall to drag me from across the room, pushing me onto the hotel bed.
I look down scared as I watch Punk drunkenly toe out of his tennis shoes and climb onto the bed with me. I try to say something but Punk just knocks me down as he flips me over onto my stomach pulling down my sweat pants making me cry out in fear as I'm not wearing underwear which makes me vulnerable. "Punk, please don't." I beg, tears forming again as I was shifted so I was leaning on my knees and elbows in front of Punk. I hear Punk reach beside himself into his gym bag to pull out some baby oil, "Don't be such a girl, Pet you have done this millions of times with me and others" Punk slurs mockingly as Punk slicks up his fingers and before I can blink I feel Punk shove two fingers into my unprepared and unwilling tight hole making me cry out in pain and drop my head onto the pillows and mattress, whimpering slightly trying to breath through the pain. "Oh, for God's sake, Pet, take it like a man!" Punk growls as he shoves a third finger in, thrusting them harshly.
"master please, stop." I beg feeling like I'm being ripped apart, trying to move away from Punks fingers. "No, you stop!" I see Punk reach a hand round me pulling my lower body onto his harsh fingers. "Ah! No, master-" "Shut up, John!" I hear Punk growl and he never calls me by my name and its scaring my more as I feel Punk began to stroke my flaccid member in an attempt to distract me from the pain. When Punk stopped, I was unbelievably half hard and still whimpering from the indescribable pain I was enduring. Punk decided that his pet was prepared enough, which I completely disagreed with, and pulled his fingers out, much to my relief that the pain had stopped finally. "Is that it?" I ask my master hopefully. "No, I just prepared you so it doesn't hurt you too much, and there's less chance of you bleeding in the hotel bed." Punk says as he slicks up his erection. "Please master please I will do anything for you just don't - AH!" I screamed loudly as I feel Punk pushed into him in one movement. "Master! No, stop!" I began thrashing and screaming. "Stop it! Stop it! STOP!" I cried and sobbed hoping this will be over soon. "PET!" Punk catches my wrist and holds me down, putting his weight onto my back. "Stop, it is your job now to serve me, so shut up and think of me and it'll be over soon." Punk slurs to me as I sobbed again. "Who did this to you?" I ask through tears and sweat in a whisper and Punk doesn't hear, as he's too busy thrusting into my tight hole. I close my eyes trying to stop the pain picturing Randy making love to me instead. But it doesn't work as the pain literally pushes threw the day dream, my cock wasn't even hard as I felt nothing but pain until Punk came groaning, "Johnny" when I felt sticky and disgusting as I feel Punk collapse onto my back and lay, panting, for a few minutes, then pulling out, making me shudder, and pull my sweat pants up again gingerly as tears are still running down my face. "Get up, pet, fix yourself out." Punk orders me throwing a wet rag at me to clean myself from cum and sweat. I knelt to wipe my face, wiping away tears and mucus, before wiping away the semen dripping down my clothed thighs. "Hurry up!" Punk presses slurring in a deep growl. pull myself off the bed and stood, straightening out the sheets, purposely avoiding eye contact with Punk.
"Whenever I say that you are to return in the morning you are to come back to me prepped" I turn to Punks drunk form with tears again. "please master I can onl-" I began, to beg but Punk slams his hands on either side of my head against the wall behind me making me flinch in fear making me very uncomfortable. "my beautiful pet I demand you to come back in the morning or maybe even later tonight and be prepped for more YOU GOT IT!" Punk yells in my face as I smell alcohol strongly invade my nose as Punk grips one of my wrist while Punk's other hand trailed down my body to my painful ass. "and I want this ass hole stre-" Punk says pressing his fingers into my clothed entrance that he just hurt "Stop!" I cry out arching my back in pain off the wall as Punk presses harder with his fingers.
"Why, Pet? Don't you like it I thought you like to be under me to serve my needs? Is it not what you want? Is it not as good as Randy does it?" Punks asks slurring, his tone mocking, gripping one of my cheeks roughly making me stifle a cry. "and you know what's funny about this that you don't have a choice in the matter you have to be under me as my pet and Randy can't touch you unless I say he can, because your mine and even if I do lose my title against Dwayne come Royal Rumble the bad thing is every time Randy sleeps with you to make love again he will remember that I was with you first touching your body caressing you, sexing you up along with all those other co workers we have in the back that's shared your body" My jaw locks in anger as tears fall from my eyes in pain of the truth. "Tell me something pet does Randy know about all the rest does he know about all the other co workers that's had your sexy fine ass body?" Punk whispers in my ear making me snap reacting without thinking, I pull back slapping Punk across the face as hard as I can making Punk stumble backwards on the floor in front of me. My eyes go huge at what I just did making me shake in fear at what my fate will be after this "Punk I'm so sorry, master please forgive me I did mean t-" but before I could apologize anymore Punk lifts his hand stopping me from saying anymore as he rubs on the jaw I just slapped as a pink hand pink becomes visible gracing it. "get out" Punk says quietly as I try to walk hesitantly towards Punk sitting on the floor "GET OUT, I SAID GET THE FUCK OUT RIGHT NOW!" Punk yells pounding his fists on the floor board of the hotel floor making me just in fright as I scurry away out the door as fast as I can.
What John didn't see was a big pair of chocolate brown eyes and a white smile plastered on the man that heard the whole argument knowing it was only time till he gets what in his mind is rightfully his ….. JOHN CENA…
WOW SO PUNK WAS DRUNK WOW WONDER WHAT HAPPENED IF IT WAS PUNK HIMSELF THAT GOT DRUNK FROM STRESS OR IF IT WAS SOMEONE ELSE BEHIND IT… AND WONDER IF JOHN IS EVER GOING TO LIKE PUNK AGAIN AFTER THIS ONLY TIME WILL TELL