(Warning: In several of the upcoming chapters there will be scenes of noncon sex and physical torture. If this bothers you please do not continue.)
The rest of the visit went smoothly and life resumed on the road. Things went smooth...or as smooth as possible when you see a new city almost every night. A few months passed since John's training in controlling himself began. He had made improvements even if not to the point he would like. Seth and Roman at every turn would only encourage his strides.
The four guys were eating breakfast in John and Randy's suite when Randy's phone rang. He got up from the table to answer it. "I hope it isn't a last minute schedule change."
"Hey, they're facts of life at times." Roman told him.
Randy picked it up, answering it. "Hello...yes, who's speaking?..." Randy's face almost went blank in expression and Roman got up from the table as a slight panic filled the air around the older man. "What's this about?" Randy asked the person on the phone. Roman was over by him before his legs could even think of giving out. "Ye-yes I understand...th-thank you." Color wanted to leak from his face as he hung up.
Roman was there to support him if he needed it. "It happened didn't it?" Randy just slowly nodded, almost feeling in shock. "Come on. Sit." Roman guided Randy to a nearby chair. Seth just shook his head, knowing what the news was by Randy's reaction.
John hurried to stand and walk over to his boyfriend's side. "You okay, Daddy? This royally sucks but everything will be fine I promise." He was trying to be optimistic.
Randy looked up at John, a haunted look in his eyes. "Can you really promise that?"
"Hey..." Roman started. "You are fine. You will be fine. You have all of us. We can also contact the office and make sure they are aware of the situation." Randy slowly nodded.
"We didn't know how dangerous he was then...we do now." Seth spoke up. "That SOB won't be coming anywhere near you."
John nodded. "He's right, Ran. We've got your back."
Randy nodded taking a deep breath. "Sorry...guess I just...overreacted."
"It's fine Randy." Roman told him. "It's a shock. We understand that."
John patted Randy on the back soothingly. "You'll never have to see him again. He's finished in the company."
"I know, Baby...sorry." Randy gave a shudder.
"Randy, please stop apologizing." Roman told him.
"Yeah, you had every right to be upset. Hell, I'd be upset." Seth told him. "Let's try to get our minds off it though."
"Yeah...don't think I can each much more right now. A run sounds good though. Let's hit a gym." Randy suggested.
John smiled, loving a good workout to ease stress. "Sounds good to me."
"You guys finish up first...please." John walked back to sit down as Randy asked and worked on finishing his breakfast. Seth turned back to his food as well.
Roman returned to his meal as well, glad Randy ate something before he got the phone call. "Seth, one of the cross fits you partner with is near here isn't it?"
"Yeah." Seth nodded as he ate. "Only a few blocks from here actually."
"Good, I know they tend to be better stocked than the hotels." Roman nodded.
"They are." Seth agreed. "You still trying to break Antonio's weight record, John?"
"Hell yeah." John answered with a grin. "That guy is a machine though."
Randy chuckled lightly at John's enthusiasm. "You just like showing off those muscles."
"Told you I'm an exhibitionist." John agreed, flexing a muscle to make Randy laugh. "I may be a bottom but I'm no damsel in distress." Randy did laugh.
"I never claimed you were, Babe."
"Yeah, Johnny...we know we only get the upper hand because you let us." Roman joked.
John laughed good naturally. "I think you could give me a good run for my money, Sir. I think we're pretty evenly matched."
"True...still fun." Roman smirked as he finished his meal.
John flushed at the smirk, remembering their last role play session. The two men had almost full out wrestled during their last fun before the older man had given in. "That it is, Sir. I love it when you use your full strength to dominate me."
Roman gave a faint smirk as he gathered his dish to put it on the cart. John felt weak every time he saw the familiar smirk. He moved to put his own plate on the cart. Roman went to grab Randy's left over plate. "Sorry, I should have done that." Randy told him.
"Relax. It's no big deal." Roman replied.
The guys got their stuff together and headed to the gym. John immediately went to the weights while Seth got on the treadmill. Randy joined Seth on the treadmill as Roman headed for some of the circuit machines.
Seth was already going at a brisk run when Randy joined him. "Hey, Man. It will feel good to run off some stress."
"Defiantly." Randy agreed as he started up. Seth began to work up a sweat as he ran. Once again his eyes drifted to stare at John as the older man lifted. He did not have any feelings for John other than a good friend and playmate but the large guy was just so sexy. Randy just focused on the TV that was near by as he ran.
John was oblivious to the fact that Seth was watching him as he lifted. His mind was on Randy and Dean's release. He wanted his Daddy to feel safe but knew he would be jumpy for awhile. Feeling sweaty he paused to pull off his shirt, unaware Seth was almost salivating at the sight. "You okay, Man?" Randy asked Seth.
Seth cleared his throat as he forced his eyes away from John. "Yeah...Sorry, it's just John is really hot." He said in a quiet tone.
"Oh." Randy smiled with a chuckle.
"Guess you get immune after a while." Seth said jokingly. "Just something about watching him work out."
"Yeah, I've been doing it for years." Randy joked. Seth tried to focus on working out and not the sweating, half naked man across the room. John grunted as he began to strain under the heavy weight, pushing himself to try harder.
Hearing John Roman decided to move over to act as spotter. John looked, seeing Roman nearing him. "Come to give me a hand?" He asked, grinning.
"Just in case. I know you know what you're doing. Safety first though."
"I appreciate that." John was already starting to strain but he paused to add more weight. "I like pushing myself to see how far I can go."
"Not a problem." Roman offered a good natured smile.
John was in the middle of lifting when he glanced across the room at Randy and saw Seth starring again. "Damn, why does Seth keep looking over here?" He grumbled. "Makes me think something is wrong."
"I think he is admiring the view." Roman joked.
"Oh?" John could not wipe the smile from his face as he looked then went back to lifting.
"Hey, you look good...gives him a change of view from his girl at home." Roman laughed.
"Thanks, so do you." John said honestly. He lifted awhile more before looking at Roman. "I think I'm done for now, Man."
"Okay, Johnny and thanks."
The guys finished their workout and time rolled on for them. The office was contacted and to make Randy feel safer told him they would make sure he had security at any appearances around the Nevada area.
Time wore on since Dean's release and the man's life seemed to grow worse and worse by the day. He could not find a job that fit him as the WWE had and he had lost most if not all of his friends once they learned of his assault on Randy and his mental state. He spent most of his days sitting in his home in Vegas in front of his main TV in his favorite recliner with a can or two of beer, stewing over the whole situation and what could have been. Currently he was watching backstage interviews of John Cena on the WWE Network, fuming as he looked at the sweet, dimpled face he had wanted as his submissive.
Suddenly something caught his eye, causing him to move closer to look at the TV. John was wearing a necklace, not his normal dog tags but a silver necklace with what appeared to be Samoan beads and a snake pendant in the center. Dean knew John was not the type to wear meaningless jewelry so it only took him a few moments for the obvious truth to sink in. He began to laugh out loud, almost manically, crushing the empty beer can in his fist. "Of course! Of fucking course! That was the plan all along wasn't it, Sir? Get your competition out of the way so you get to claim the best submissive we ever played with. Guess Randy wasn't enough for you!"
Dean stood and began pacing the room, getting more and more angry as time went on. "I can't believe this...all of them! John saying Randy was his only Dom...guess I didn't measure up to his high standards!" A dangerous gleam entered the disturbed man's eyes. He had not been cured in the facility. He had only played the part he knew he must to be released. "They have everything and I have NOTHING!" Dean panted, his teeth bared as a sick smile crossed his face. "This isn't over not by a long shot! I'll take care of you all! Starting with the Viper...we'll see how happy John is without his precious Daddy around." He walked to turn off the TV, having a purpose to live for the first time in weeks. "I've got some thinking to do...some planning...Roman might think he's a fucking god but even gods can have their Achilles heel...and I think I know exactly what his is." The already warped mind of Dean Ambrose grew even more twisted as the man let hatred and a thirst for revenge consume him whole.
The company was on the tour of the Midwest. Heading into Minnesota the guys had their normal media duties. Randy was set on a string with Brock Lesner as they had a standing feud with John and Roman at the time. Brock was the hometown boy so Randy let him take as much lead as he wanted. Well, that was until he remembered how poor Brock's mic and people skills were. It was near the end of the day of media work and time to head for the arena.
Brock and Randy were seated in the back of the SUV that had been taking them around all day. Randy felt wiped and just wanted to get focused on the show for that night. He just looked out the window watching as building went by. At one point he raised his head more looking. Something didn't seem right. "Hey, not to question your directions...but you sure this is the way to the arena?"
"Oh, just relax, Buddy Boy...it's right." Came a familiar voice that made Randy blood boil yet run cold at the same time.
"Can't be!" Randy exclaimed.
"Oh, it is...just sit back and enjoy the ride." Dean laughed. "I know we will." Randy wondered how Brock could just sit there, so stoic like everything was okay. He pulled out his phone to call for help but before he could hit the power button it was snatched from his grasp.
"None of that now." Brock told Randy.
"What the hell, Brock? We are in serious danger here." Randy told him. Next he knew Brock had a hand around his throat, pinning him to the seat.
"You'll not be needing this." Brock told Randy, holding the phone up.
"Good boy, Brock...but no breaking it. We may need it." Dean laughed.
"Yes, Sir." Brock replied.
'Sir?' Randy thought, realizing he was in deeper trouble than he first thought.
"We will get him secured then get you to the show. Tell them Randy missed the pick up at the last studio."
"Yes, Sir." Randy tried hitting Brock but his blows had no power behind them to knock the powerful man off on him as he slowly blacked out from the pressure to his neck.
It was not long before they reached Brock's secluded lake house. Brock was not worried about being spotted as he hoisted Randy over his shoulder and carried him inside to the room they had set up for him. A dimly lit but large bedroom waited for their captive with a full size bed and various bondage items Dean had transported from his playroom in Vegas. A small bathroom with no windows was joined to the plain looking room. Brock threw Randy on the bed like a sack of potatoes and looked at Dean.
"Good work, Brock. We have a fun little toy to break in." Dean almost salivated at the thoughts going through his head as he rolled Randy on to his stomach. The Viper had not wanted to take part in the lifestyle...well he would now. "I'm not as good as my old buddy Seth but I've been practicing." He said out loud as he went to his supplies for rope and a red ball gag. Humming a song to himself Dean set to putting Randy into a strict hogtie, relishing the idea of how much pain his prisoner would be in later when he woke up. Finishing up, he pushed the ball past Randy's lips and buckled it tightly behind his head. Truth be told they were probably too far out for anyone to hear the older man's screams but Dean wanted the Viper as miserable as possible.
"I need to get to the show." Brock spoke up, causing Dean to glare as he was enjoying his moment of victory. "Okay. Okay, let's go." They left, locking the bedroom door behind them.
John paced back and forth a while later at the show in his locker room as he waited with Roman. He had called Randy and only gotten his lover's voice mail. "Where is he? It's getting damn late." He told Roman with worry in his eyes. "Normally Ran's the early one."
"Maybe there was a delay at the studio." Roman told him. "Has anyone seen Brock? They were traveling together today weren't they?"
"Yeah they were." Maybe I should go look for him?" John knew it was not like Randy to be so late and not answer. He sent out a text to his Daddy's phone. #Where are you, Daddy? We're worried sick.#
Dean heard Randy's phone go off as he drove. "Not again."
"Text." Brock said.
"You know how to open it?"
"I'm not dumb." Brock scowled at he tried to operate the phone and Dean rolled his eyes.
"Let me see." Dean held out his hand at the light. He looked and saw it had a pass code. "Damn." He just shut the phone off for now. He stopped about a block from the arena. "Tell them the driver got a flat. If I go closer they may see me."
"Yes, Sir." Brock got out, heading for the arena with his bags looking in his normal foul mood.
John looked at Roman when a few moments had passed since his text. "Still no answer. I'm going to go look for Brock. Okay?"
"Should I go with you or wait in case Randy turns up here?" Roman wondered.
John thought a moment. "Well, he would come here first. Maybe you stay and I'll be right back?"
"Yep, will do." Roman moved to sit in one of the chairs.
John took off through the arena looking for Brock. Thankfully it did not take him long as the sour faced wrestler almost walked right by him. "Brock! Did Randy come in with you?" John asked before the man could get away.
Brock stopped to look at John with his teeth clenched his brow low as normal. "What?...no." He huffed a breath. "He didn't show for the pick up."
John looked in shock as he stared at Brock then tried to shake it off. "Uh...okay, Man." He hurried back to his locker room like he was on fire. He burst in and looked at the sitting Roman, panic rising in his chest. "I found Brock. Randy never showed up for pickup. What the hell?"
"What, you mean he never showed? You talked to him at lunch today right? He made the first stop?" Roman looked equally worried.
"Yeah, that's what doesn't make sense but Brock came in alone! He's not answering calls or texts and I'm worried." John looked confused and scared.
"I guess one of us should let Hunter know something is off."
John nodded. "Right away. Want me to go?"
"Maybe we both should? He will want to know his main event is in trouble." John nodded and the two men hurried off to Hunter's office. Hunter was in his office going over last minute details for the show. John walked inside with Roman behind him. "Randy is missing, Hunter. He never showed up with Brock and he isn't answering his phone."
Hunter's head shot up from his desk. "What?" He stood up. "Repeat that."
Roman spoke up. "Brock's here...but Randy's isn't with him. He said he missed the pick up. But John spoke to Randy this afternoon."
"Hmm... Let me get a hold of Brock and the car service we used." He looked down a moment thinking. "I guess until we know something your match is on hold. I'll have to let you know if we have something for you or not."
"That's fine. My only concern is for Randy. He never does this." John answered, fighting to keep calm.
"I am well aware of that, John. That's all for now." Hunter told them as he sat down, grabbing his phone.