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Roman was sitting in the living room pondering over a few things. Should he just let John rest the night or push him even more? He knew how strong willed the older man could be. Seth walked in the room drinking a glass of water. "What's up, Sir?"
"Just thinking of when to move forward." Roman admitted. "We had three steps Randy and I talked about."
"Oh...You care to share?" Seth asked as he sat down.
"Well, the second part you wouldn't have a role in...I know you didn't really the last either. Just like we know John gets hot getting spanked, we also know he gets worked up watching Randy and me together. It's just he would need to remain a spectator."
"Oh...yeah he loves watching you two that's for sure." Seth agreed. "Maybe I'll stay away for that one. What's the third step?"
"More like our normal sessions. You know really get him used, see how well he can keep control with direct stimulation of getting fucked."
"That's the hard one." Seth said knowingly. "Took me months before I could get fucked without pain in the cage. Not easy to stay cool when your prostate gets stimulated that way."
"Yeah, we may need to work up to that. Maybe not even this trip. See how bad step two is."
Seth nodded. "Stubborn SOB wouldn't admit it if it was too much. You know John well as I do."
"True...I will just need to use my judgment." Roman agreed.
Seth nodded. "Well, since I'm not needed either way guess I'll hang in my room." He stood up. "I have a video chat with Bethany to do. Poor girl misses her Sir."
Roman laughed. "Have fun...don't forget a towel."
Seth laughed. "I won't ruin your sheets. Night." He took off for his room.
Roman decided to go and check. If Randy and John were asleep he would leave them alone. If not then maybe step two. He made his way to the room, pushing the door open slightly to peek inside. John opened his eyes when he heard the door open. "Hey, Master." He said, looking.
Roman walked around to John's side of the bed. "How's my good boy doing?" He asked, brushing John's cheek. He saw Randy was still laying down.
John's blue eyes shone as they always did at being called his Master's good boy. It made the older man want to work harder to make his Dom proud. "Okay, Master. I'm sorry about earlier but I know I can do better..it was just new the first time."
"Of course it was, Johnny...You did just fine. You are a natural in many things...you just need some training for others. Now if I can get your Daddy up we can work on your second test of control and discipline."
John moved to gently shake Randy's shoulder, eager to redeem himself. "Daddy!" Something about the quiet Samoan made John want to please him more than anything. Randy groaned while Roman tried not to chuckle at John's enthusiasm.
"What?" Randy asked, almost swatting at John like someone would a fly.
"He wants to see what his second test is." Roman called out.
"Oh." Randy slowly moved to sit up. He looked at John. "Is that right, Baby?"
John nodded quickly. "Yes. I know I can do better now. I'll focus this time."
"Okay, Baby." Randy looked at Roman. "Where are we going?"
"My room." He told them.
"Okay." Randy moved from the bed. "Babe."
John stood from the bed, looking at Randy. "Yes, Daddy?"
"We need to put the cage back on. You ready?"
John nodded, laying back again so Randy could put the cage back on. He almost dreaded it, but he wanted to make his Master and Daddy proud of him and prove he could be a good sub. Once done Randy got up, looking at John. "Now follow and listen." Randy smiled as they left the room and down the hall toward Roman's master suite. Once in the room Roman looked around debating. John had followed the two men and stood behind Randy. He had no idea what they had planned but was determined to pass the test.
"This one may be easier or harder than the first test, Johnny." Roman told him. He moved to grab a chair by the window, turning it toward the bed. "Come and sit." John looked confused as he moved to sit. He had expected to be used by the two men.
"The last test was more a punishment then a test. It involved direct stimulation. This one is indirect." Roman told him. Now John was even more confused. "Yes, Sir." Roman headed toward Randy then took a hold of him to kiss him like he did earlier in the day. Randy fought to not have his head spin as it had before.
John watched the scene, almost getting swept up in the kiss until he realized this was part of the test. He had to watch yet somehow block out the two men at the same time. He was determined to do better this time around.
The two moved closer to the bed until they were right next to it. Roman moved the kisses toward Randy's neck getting a pant from the older man. The same time his hands trailed to the waist to take a hold of his shorts. As he went to slide them down his lips left Randy's body, trailing down his body over his chest and abs. "Fuck." Randy husked out, already feeling his head begin to slip into a fog.
John was finding it increasingly difficult not to get aroused. The almost hypnotic effect his Master held over his Daddy was so erotic. He tried to focus on their pleasure and not his own, remembering how sore his cock felt the last time he lost control. Roman moved Randy to lay the slightly smaller man back on the bed before he moved to strip himself. Randy's chest could be seen rising and falling from the excitement he felt. He used his arms to move himself up on the bed before Roman moved to join him.
Randy shuddered wondering if this is how John felt when he stalked him. Roman paused with his strong hands resting on Randy's slightly spread thighs looking up at him. He then leaned down, licking the head of Randy's already hardening member. "Oh, shit." Randy whispered out. A silent chuckle could be seen leaving Roman as he repeated the action.
John bit his lip as he felt his cock twitching from the sights and sounds Randy made. He knew he was going down a slippery slope fast so he tried to block them out completely, thinking about cars, wrestling, his next workout...anything but the two sexy naked men he loved playing in the bed in front of him. Roman then moved to suck on the head of Randy cock moving faintly lower, a moan coming from Randy's lips. He had no clue what Roman had in mind. He was not expecting that.
By this time John was doing better. His blue eyes were staring straight ahead at the sight but his mind was focused on work. The heat in his body seemed to have lessened. The next thing Randy felt was that Roman must have slicked a couple fingers and they were now pressing against his
entrance. His hands moved to grip at the bed as he felt them pushing inside.
John was learning to control himself for the first time in his life. Normally if anything heated him, whether it be real life or porn he just gave in to the feelings and went along with them. Now he had to equate getting hard with the pain of the cage and not the pleasure of release. He kept his mind firmly on his last interview, not allowing his eyes to really see what was right in front of him.
Roman fingered Randy, crooking his fingers to brush his spot. "Oh, fuck...keep that up...you gonna get something."
Roman smirked as he pulled up and off. "How do you know that isn't the point?" He then went back down.
"Oh, fuck." Randy moaned. Roman actually wanted him to come from a blowjob?
John's body trembled as he fought a war within himself. He wanted to just leave the room, get away from the temptation but he knew he could not. It was harder ignore the men than he imagined, his own sex drive so healthy but so far he was not feeling any pain from the cage. Roman cast his eyes over toward John. He then returned to focusing on Randy. Randy's back wanted to arch from the bed as Roman massaged his prostate. As he panted he couldn't help stealing looks at John as well. He licked his lips as they felt parched. John did not even notice they were watching him. He sat with his hands resting on his legs, his mind trying to focus elsewhere to avoid an uncomfortable situation .
"Damn, I think we lost him." Randy moaned. Roman moved off from his task, climbing up Randy.
"He'll learn how to stay in the here and now but remain calm." He moved his fingers to fill Randy with his cock getting the smaller man to cry out.
"Fuck...what happened to tasting me?"
"Maybe another time." Roman smirked. "I know I'm not as good as your Baby at doing that. So let me do what I am good at." He filled Randy more and went to move his legs, pinning them back. Randy moaned, feeling the deeper stretch.
John was shaken out of his reverie as he heard his Daddy cry out as he was filled by Roman. "Fuck." He panted, his cock wanting to thicken as his hands clenched into fists.
Roman chuckled faintly. "Guess we didn't lose him as much as you thought." He leaned down to kiss Randy, the older man moaning against his lips. John was in sexual agony. No thoughts in his head could distract him from the sensual sounds his Daddy was making. Once again he could feel the plastic cutting painfully into his expanding member. He wanted to please his Master so badly he almost wanted to cry out his frustration.
Randy could now feel John's heated frustration. He cried out as he came between both their bodies. He panted for breath as Roman broke the kiss. He focused himself to finish with only a few more thrusts before looking at John. He slowly pulled out from Randy moving from the bed. "It takes time...You'll learn." He didn't think John was ready to even try the last step yet.
John nodded. He could not even look at the two men he was so frustrated and upset with himself. He knew that Roman said it took time but he was failing at every turn and his cock felt more sore than the first time. John Cena was not used to failing at anything he did. He had sworn this time would be different and did not know how to try harder. "May I be excused to my bedroom, Sir?" John asked quietly. "If that is all you wish from me." Roman walked over closer to John, lifting his head.
"You were a good boy. You may be excused." He leaned down kissing John's forehead before he moved. "But I must free you first." He crouched down to carefully work the cage off of John, seeing how bad he was. He knew right then they would need to take a break before continuing with the training. He slowly stood up. "Good boy, Johnny. You're excused."
"Thank you." John stood and hurried from the room before either of the men could see the disappointment in his eyes. He did not feel like a good boy, far from it. Roman gave a sigh as John left. He would talk to Seth in the morning. Maybe the smaller man can convey it better as he had been through the training once before. He moved to check on Randy, which as normal was bordering on passing out.
"Just rest you can check on your Baby soon. I'll be right back." He went down to Seth's room, knocking lightly hoping he was not interrupting his video chat. Seth took a while before answering the door. When he did he looked a little frustrated. Bethany could be heard taking in the background. "Yes, Sir?"
Roman looked down. "Sorry, Seth...it can wait until morning. Night." Roman turned to head back toward his room.
Seth shrugged, going back to his hot chat after closing the door. John sat in bed a few moments before he realized Randy was not coming. He turned off the light before climbing into bed, lying on his side, trying to ignore the fact that his cock felt rubbed raw. Tears of frustration wanted to burn his eyes. He knew Roman and Randy could not understand how he felt. To want to please so badly but have your own body betray you time after time, making you feel ashamed and weak. Not even caring that neither man had wished him goodnight John pulled up the blanket and went into a fitful sleep.
It was a few hours before Randy woke up, looking around seeing Roman, but no sign of John. He slipped from the bed seeing his soiled state. He went in the bathroom to quickly wash down before heading for the room he was sharing with John not caring he was still nude. He pushed the door open, heading inside.
John was still curled on his side sleeping and did not even hear Randy enter in the darkness. Randy moved toward the bed. He brushed John's face, feeling the remains of the tears. He felt bad for John wondering was it worth it? He climbed in next to the older men to just hold him lightly. John woke slightly when Randy got into bed but did not know what to say. "I thought you were sleeping with Master Roman." He said at last, his voice a little hoarse.
"I was." Randy whispered. "I thought you would be too."
"No, I excused myself when you were done." John's voice cracked slightly. "I failed. I fucking failed again and I don't know how to try harder." He moved to touch his cock and winced. "My cock feels like the skin's been shredded off. Don't think I have to worry about getting hard again."
"My poor Baby." Randy leaned over to kiss John softly. "Maybe we took things too far. They said it takes time though if you really want to learn."
John nodded. "I know I just don't know how to try harder. I tried to stay calm and get my mind off it and it worked for awhile..but you both just have so much chemistry...I lost control."
"I think it is more controlling your reaction then just separating yourself. I never been through it, Babe, so I don't know."
"It's the hardest thing I've ever tried to do." John admitted. "Imagine you are watching me with someone or someone is playing with you but you can't get hard. When you do it brings pain instead of pleasure." His voice lowered to an almost whisper. "I could hardly look at him. I swore this time would be better. Right now he's probably wondering why the hell he tries with me."
"I doubt that, Baby. I'm sure he knows it is not an easy thing. You are just being too hard on yourself." Randy whispered.
"But I don't know how to stop it!" John snapped in frustration before he realized it. "I'm sorry, Daddy. Just stressed. Maybe I should go back to sleep."
"Well, ask Seth later...remember he wore one for a while. For now though try to sleep." Randy leaned over, kissing John lightly.
John closed his eyes in the darkness, his body giving a tremble. "I wanted Master to claim me. I missed it on the road but I'm sure now he thinks I'm not ready. I didn't earn it." He sighed. "Night, Daddy."
"Night Baby...He was planning it...just not tonight." Randy told him.
"I bet he's not now." John mumbled as he drifted off to sleep. Randy sighed and just held John until he fell asleep as well. John woke up the next morning feeling drained as he had not slept well. He carefully climbed from the bed and walked to the drawer, pulling out a loose pair of gym shorts. He bent to pull them up, biting his lip as the material brushed over his sore manhood.
Roman had woken earlier and saw Randy was gone. He was not overly surprised. He knew his Baby was always Randy's main concern as it should be. He was down at the kitchen working on food knowing the house would slowly be waking. John saw Randy was still asleep. He smelled food and his stomach growled so he headed downstairs to help. Seeing it was Roman cooking he tried to put on a smile as he walked in. "Morning, Sir."
Roman lifted his head. "Morning, Johnny." He looked around before looking at him. "You know better than to try to mask yourself for my sake."
John lowered his head. "Sorry, Sir. Just had a rough night."
"I see that...I will set you up with a bath after breakfast."
John walked closer to Roman, debating if he should speak his mind a moment before going ahead. "I don't know how to control myself. That's a hard thing for me to admit. But last night I tried so hard...and nothing worked."
"Talk to Seth. He has had training as a sub before he became a Dom. You have...or had great discipline when it came to not cumming until told. This is just a step farther." Roman replied.
"I can still do that...do you want me to go back to it? I only stopped because you three kept telling me not to hold back so I pictured your permission in my head to cum." John explained.
"Yes...if you get that part under control again, then in time you will learn to control the other." The younger man nodded.
John nodded. "Yes, Sir. I won't ever cum again unless one of you tells me to." He still had a hard time meeting his Master's steely eyes. "Would you like help preparing breakfast?"
"I was hoping Seth or Randy would be up moving before I work on the eggs. You can put the biscuits in though I guess." He motioned to a tray that was covered with square cut buttermilk biscuits on it. "I know I know not exactly your eating 'Program'." He chuckled.
John tried to laugh as he moved to slide the biscuits in, closing the oven door. "It's fine. Want me to go wake Randy and knock on Seth's door?"
"Sure...just don't mind if Seth may be grumpy. He had a video chat with his girl last night."
John nodded. "Okay." He headed to Seth's room first, knocking on the door. Seth came out, his hair messed and looking tired. "Sorry." John told him. "Roman is making breakfast and wanted me to wake you."
The younger man nodded. "Thanks. I'll head to the kitchen in a few." John nodded and left him to go wake his Daddy.
Randy rolled over, hearing the door then found the bed empty. "Babe?"
"Yeah. Roman wanted me to wake you. He's cooking breakfast." John told him, nearing the bed.
"Oh...okay how you doing?" Randy moved from the bed to look for something to throw on.
"Better but sore still. Every time my shorts brush my cock I'm reminded of last night." John sighed. "I'd rather not talk about it."
"Okay, Babe." Randy took a pair of gym shorts, pulling them on. "Let's join the others."
John nodded and both men headed for the kitchen. Roman was working on fresh squeezed orange juice. "Wow, look at Mr. Domestic over there." Joked Randy.
"Hey, in Florida what you expect?" Roman replied.
"All that's missing is the apron." Seth joked, more cheerful than when John first woke him. "How was you three's night? I had fun with Bethany. We tried a few new things."
"It was okay." Randy told him.
"Yeah." Roman added, ignoring the apron crack. "We need to give John a break in training. I was too hasty I think."
Seth looked at John, whose face was flushed as he looked down. "Sore, John? I know it hurt me to wear pants for the first few weeks. It's not an easy thing to learn and I learned from strangers...I can imagine how tough it would be not to get turned on around a boyfriend or lover." The older man just nodded, looking embarrassed.
"We will take things slowly." Roman stated. "I already told John he is to go back to where he is not to cum without one of the three of us telling him so."
Seth nodded. "Makes sense. That was our oversight I guess." He felt bad as the normally talkative John stayed completely silent, his cheeks flushed in shame looking like he wanted to disappear from the room.
"You did nothing wrong, Johnny...lift your head." Roman told him.
"Y-Yes, Sir." John looked miserable as he slowly lifted his head. "Is there something I can do to help?" He just wanted the subject changed to anything other than what happened last night.
"Gather plates." Roman told him as he went to finish the eggs and check the oven.
John moved to gather the plates. Seth shook his head as he watched him, knowing John felt like a failure. "So, what do you guys want to do today?"
"After we eat John is getting a soak." Roman told Seth. "Then we will see."
"Sounds good." Seth nodded. John sat the plates on the table before going for silverware.
Roman worked to bring the different serving platters to the table. "Damn, someone was busy." Randy joked.
"Hey, what can I say?" Roman replied. "You should see my cousins in a kitchen."
"Yeah, they have some amazing food at family reunions. Roman brought me a plate from the last one." Seth laughed.
"Yeah you guys are always welcome." Roman said. "Many of my family see the WWE as family as well."
"I know. They're a great bunch." Seth agreed. John finished setting the table and sat in one of the chairs, wincing as his shorts brushed his cock.
"John, do you wish to get that bath now?" Roman asked.
John shook his head no. "No, Sir. I'm hungry." He wanted to enjoy a meal with Randy and forget all about it.
"Okay then. Dish up people." Roman announced as he reached for the juice.
John stood halfway and dished himself some eggs and ham before sitting back down to eat. Seth walked to the table and began to fill his plate. Randy got his food, taking a few of the fresh biscuits and butter with the ham and eggs.
"It all looks so good." Randy commented.
"Thanks. We see no shame in men knowing their way around a fire." Roman joked as he sat.
Seth took a hearty bite of a biscuit before sitting. He was sitting across from John and could not help but notice how quiet the man was. He missed the grinning, joking John who always seemed to liven up a room and make things more fun. "Yeah, it is good, Sir. But then again it always is."
"Thanks, Guys. Really." Roman commented as he ate even indulging on the biscuits a little himself.
"It's good, Sir." John told the Samoan, not wanting to seem ungrateful. He had avoided the biscuits, having mainly eggs and some ham.
"Glad you enjoy it, John. I can get a little carried away when I am cooking for others."
"Yeah, he will make a good wife some day." Seth joked. Randy tried not to snicker. John gave a genuine smile at Seth's joke to Roman but said nothing not wanting to look disrespectful.
"Relax, John. You can laugh even if slightly at my expense. Seth there primps like he thinks he's the wife though." Roman replied with a smirk before taking a bit bite of ham.
"I do not!" Seth sputtered, acting more indignant than he was as it made John smile. "Just because a guy likes to look his best...besides I have Bethany."
"I think you take more time then half the divas." Roman chuckled. "Almost smell as pretty too." He spoke in a slightly higher voice, flipping one hand at the wrist as he said it.
John cracked a dimpled smile, chuckling at Roman. Seth just shook his head, glad a little of the stress had lifted. "At least I don't smell as bad as half the guys in the locker room."
"Neither do I." Roman piped up.
"Yeah, last I knew you smelled like coconuts." Randy smiled.
"Hey, it works good on my hair."
"You do take good care of that Fabio hair I'll give you that." Seth laughed. John looked at Roman's shiny, dark hair. "I like your hair, Master."
"Thanks, Johnny." Roman smiled. "I am sure short hair has benefits, but I like it."
"I like it on you. I hope you never cut it." John told him. "Hey, what about mine?" Seth joked, tossing his two tone hair. "It's hot too. You both pull it off well." The older man answered him.
"I don't think Johnny or I could pull it off at this point." Randy laughed.
"Awe, but so many fans loved when you started to grow it out." Roman commented.
"Not going to happen." Randy said firmly.
"I liked it too. Reminded me of cocky Legend Killer Randy." John said. "But he looks sexy either way."
"Thanks, Babe...just don't go back to the bleached box cut." Randy tried to joke.
John made a face. "Hell, no. I looked terrible in that cut." The meal went on until all four men had their fill. John pushed back his empty plate. "It was good, Sir. Want help cleaning this mess?"
"No, Johnny...go to your room and strip down. I will get you in a little bit." Roman told him. "Randy, why don't you keep him company? Seth can help me with this."
"Sure." Randy told him, standing up.
"Yes, Sir." Some of the happiness left John's eyes as he turned and headed for his room. Seth watched him go as he gathered the dishes. Randy followed John. Roman looked at Seth after they left.
"Do you think you can handle this while I go prepare John's bath?" Roman asked.
Seth waved him off. "Sure. You cooked. Go and let me take care of it."
"Thanks." Roman took off for his room to prepare the bath in the large soaking tub he had. John reached the room and sighed before slowly stripping out of his shorts as ordered. Normally the type who loved to show his body John felt self conscious so he moved to sit on the bed.
"It's okay, Baby." Randy walked over to sit by him.
John showed a rare moment of weakness as he leaned to rest his head on Randy's shoulder. "I'm so...ashamed. Putting Master Roman out just because I couldn't control myself."
Randy turned to actually grip John's jaw. He peered right in his eyes. "You are NOT putting him out and you are NOT weak. You hear me?"
John flinched at the action, a hint of fear flashing across his blue eyes for a moment. "Y-Yes. I hear you."
"Good...how many times must you been told it takes time? Not everything can be learned in an instant? So stop beating yourself up if you are at least trying. Roman is preparing a bath to make you feel better because he cares about you." Randy finally released John's jaw.
John rubbed his jaw as he looked down. "Yes, Daddy. I'm sorry."
"Good...you know I don't like being rough with you unless I need to...or it is in play that you enjoy." John nodded, hurting and stressed and just wanting time alone.
Roman knocked before walking in. "You can come, Johnny. Randy you can just relax if you want."
"Oh...um...ok." Randy looked confused.
John stood and walked toward Roman. "Yes, Sir."
Roman lead John to the master bath. Steam filled the room as well as a mix of relaxing and exotic scents. "Don't worry it is not as hot as the salt bath." Roman told him. "The main parts is a mix of milks and oats...with a few other things."
"Thank you. It looks very relaxing." John gave Roman a grateful smile as he neared the tub and climbed in, sinking down into the welcoming water.
"Of course, John. You were a good boy for trying. You need to be taken care of. The oats and milk will help sooth the roughed skin."
John's heart warmed at his Master's praise. "Thank you...I'll try not to fail again, Master."
"Don't see it as failures...just maybe setbacks. Failure would be if you gave up. Are you giving up, John?"
"N-No, Sir." John answered. "But will it hurt this much with every set back? Not to sound negative but it would be hard to work so sore."
"We can work with other methods of learning control. Like the withholding orgasm until told. Then work with the cage slowly."
John honestly felt relieved to hear that news. "Sounds good, Sir. Thank you."
"Of course." Roman reached over, stroking John's head. "Remember the cage was partly at your request for a new experience."
John's eyes drifted closed as he drank in the touch. "I know, Master. I guess it's not as easy as on the videos."
"Of course not...they only do it for a short time or had a lot of training before hand."
John's body began to relax for the first time since last night. Something about his Master's presence could do that at times. "I see that now." John almost nuzzled his head into the touch.
Roman moved to sit on the edge of the tub, allowing him to continue to pet John easier seeing the relaxing effect it was having on him. "That's it, Johnny...such a good boy."
John almost melted at the words and touch, the lack of sleep causing his mind to want to drift. "I love you, Master." He mumbled.
"I you, Johnny." Roman admitted. He didn't know if it was the same sort of love, but it was some sort.
John woke up a little, not expecting to hear any response back. "Y-You do?" He asked, his eyes opening slightly.
"Of course...you're special Johnny." He moved his hand to tip John's head up before leaning down to kiss him, careful not to fall into the tub.
John felt a deep connection between them for the first time as they kissed. He felt loved, safe and cared for and the sensation almost made him melt. He knew in that moment he would always love Roman just as he loved his Daddy, although being his first Randy would always hold a special place in his heart. Roman slowly broke the kiss. "As soon as you think you are ready you can get out, Johnny. You may want to wear your briefs for a while just to give you some support while you finish healing."
"I think I'm ready now, Sir." John slowly stood to get out, feeling relaxed. "Thank you...for everything." Roman stood up moving to grab a large oversized towel. "Here you go, Johnny."
John took the towel and wrapped it around his waist. He gave Roman a parting smile before walking back to his room. Randy was stretched out on the bed his hands behind his head staring up at the ceiling. John walked in and went to the drawer for a pair of his briefs. "Hey, Daddy."
Randy sat up looking at him. "You sound better, Baby."
"I feel better...relaxed." John had a dimpled smile on his face as he removed the towel to carefully pull on the underwear then his discarded shorts.
"I'm glad, Baby." Randy admitted.
John moved to lay in bed, his eyes drifting closed. "He...said he loves me too. And I felt it..in the kiss this time."
"Good...glad for you, Babe." Randy laid back down next to John, moving to hold him. "Rest. It looks like you could use it." John did not need to be told twice. He was sound asleep within moments. Randy just relaxed with John figuring someone would get them if need.