Meanwhile Randy came to, feeling discomfort bordering on pain radiating through his stretched shoulder. He went to yell only to find his voice muffled. That's when it began coming back to him. His heart raced as he tried to move. The best he could do was to fall on his side. He almost wished he hadn't as he saw the items hanging on the wall in front of him.

Dean arrived back at Brock's and used a key to let himself into the house. He kicked off his shoes and removed his jacket before deciding to check on Randy. He unlocked the door and cracked it to peek inside.

Randy stopped trying to struggle with the ropes when he thought he heard something, his heart leaping into his throat. Dean came strolling into the room, seeing Randy was awake and on his side. "Well, well, well what do we have here?" He neared the bed, bending to peer into the older man's eyes. "Comfy? I hope so." Randy gave a grunt along with a glare, trying not to show the fear he felt.

"You don't look too happy...not at all." Dean continued as he straightened up to pace the room. "Well, I wasn't too happy either when I was locked away and LOST MY JOB!" The man yelled the last line at the ceiling. "Then I get out to find out I have NOTHING to live for! No friends, no money and your fucking lover ROMAN took John as his sub! I guess you didn't mind sharing with him huh?" He rambled on, looking at Randy. "Of course you didn't! You were too busy leading him around like a lovesick PUPPY!"

Randy grunted behind the gag, unable to reply clearly. He was willing to share John with him, but he wanted to take John away. He wanted to break him and John up. Make him fearful of John.

Dean heard Randy and bent down to his face again. "You got something to say, Randy? I'll take that out but I'm warning you. If you say something to piss me off you'll be a very sorry Viper. Got it?" Randy slowly nodded just to be able to breath better.

"Good boy." Dean mocked as he worked to undo the buckle that held the gag in place and slide the ball from Randy's mouth, tossing it aside. "Now where were we? Oh yeah, Roman took John from me so I'm taking you from him. Believe me, hurting you will hurt him. He admitted to me you're in his heart."

Randy licked his parched lips. "What will hurting me do besides getting you in trouble?" Randy asked. "You know this isn't needed. I was willing to share."

"Lies! You and John are Roman's pawns...and now you're my bitch." Dean moved so Randy could see the handgun he pulled from his back pocket. "Let's get this straight, Orton. I don't give a flying shit about you. You try anything...and I mean anything I have zero problems with putting a bullet in you. You are my submissive...my toy to play with. You obey me and I might let you live. Understand?"

Randy gulped, the fear could not be hidden in his eyes. Being a gun collector he knew the dangers of them all to well. "Yeah." He forced out.

Dean slapped Randy across the face with his free hand. "You need to take lessons from John. You took him from me so you take his place. Now what was your answer?"

Randy glared briefly at Dean, but quickly remembered the gun. "Ye-yes, Sir."

"Better." Dean grinned, a disturbed look in his blue eyes. "I like John a lot. I'd hate to have to damage his Daddy for good...hack up that pretty boy face or that cock. We both know your boy's sex drive. How long would he want his dear Daddy as a castrated joke of a man?"

"He would still love me." Randy's voice shook slightly.

Dean looked like a bomb ready to explode but tried to reign himself in. "That so? Well, he'll have to do without you for awhile I'm afraid." He bounced from side to side like a ball of energy. "I take it from my...assault you discovered I'm not exactly human. I can mess your head up, Boy. How would you like to be raped every day for weeks seeing only your Baby's face...or maybe Roman's...I like a variety."

"I know better though." Randy's voice shook some. It took him months last time to recover and not flinch around his Baby.

Dean smirked, seeing the fear in Randy's eyes. "We'll see. Remember I am your Dom from now on. You call me Sir or there will be consequences." He began to work the knots with his free hand that bound Randy. "I'm going to untie you now. As soon as you are free I want you to stand and strip like a good bitch. You try one thing other than that I will shoot you."

"Yes...Sir." Randy regretfully replied. Randy laid still a moment before he tried to move. His knees and shoulders strained. He slowly stood up and began removing his clothing. He knew he could over power Dean, but he also knew how fast a gun could fire. What choice did he have besides to obey him?

Once Randy was naked Dean moved to pick up the clothing, tossing it aside. "You won't be needing that anymore. Turn around and put your hands behind your back." He walked to his toys, pulling out a sturdy set of cuffs. Randy slowly turned around placing his hands behind him. He closed his eyes, trying to remain calm.

Dean placed the cuffs on Randy, testing to make sure they were securely locked. He knew if he gave Randy an inch he would make a move. "We are going to play. If you have to piss let me know."

"Yes, Sir."

Dean pointed to the bed. "Bend over the bed. Face down...ass in the air." He walked to the toys, picking out a sturdy wooden paddle.

Randy tried not to give a shaky breath as he did as told. He had to just bide his time...wait for an opening. Dean has to slip up at some point. "Yes, Sir." His hands behind his back he had to rest with his chest on the bed, turning his head to breath.

Dean walked slowly to the bed, running a finger down Randy's bare back before he sat the gun aside so he could use both hands. Unlike with John when the Dom had mixed the discomfort with pleasure Dean only wanted his captive to feel pain. He reared back before striking Randy's bare ass full strength with the wide paddle. Randy was caught off guard, giving a yelp then fought not to curse.

"Yeah..don't hold it back, Randy. I want to hear you scream." Dean smirked as he swung again, landing two more hard hits in rapid succession. "You may not want to sit down for a few days after this." Randy tried not to yell now, knowing what to expect.

Dean hit Randy harder, spurred on by his rage. "I told you not to hold back! I want to hear those screams your new Dom has caused! Is this the way you please your fucking Master?" The crazed man did not care that Randy's ass was flushed and probably bruising from the harsh hits. If anything it fueled him more. There was no seduction in these blows unlike the sessions with John. Each strike was to inflict misery and torment. Randy couldn't help but scream. To him it felt like his skin was ripping from the blows.

The pained cries of the Viper was music to Dean's ears. He then threw the paddle to the side and hurried to lower his jeans, his cock already hard and leaking. It was such a turn on to see the dominant older man like this. Without any warning to his new submissive Dean lined up his cock and shoved inside the restrained man, groaning in bliss at the tight heat. "My dick's gonna burn like hell later but it's fucking worth it."

Randy screamed out, turning his head to bury it in the mattress as tears wanted to sting his eyes as he felt the distant yet familiar pain. He fought the urge to buck and try to get the younger man off of him, but what would that accomplish? He was in pain,and restrained. His voice muffled by the mattress he allowed obscenities to pour from his lips.

Where most men would feel sympathy hearing the muffled pain of his victim Dean Ambrose only fed off it. He gripped Randy's hips as he plunged deeper with every thrust, setting a rough pace. "Not such a big Daddy are you now, Orton? Better get used to having a cock up your ass...maybe I'll invite Brock next time." Every action and word by the demented man was aimed at breaking Randy's will...destroying his mind and body. Sobs ripped from Randy. He knew Brock was a monster in his own right, but he didn't know if he was even as much of a monster as Dean. Along with the tears was a slowly building hatred.

Dean could not last when he realized he had made the cocky Randy Orton cry on their first session. He moaned out, thrusting deeply to fill the older man with his cum. Panting, he pulled out to gloat over the sight in front of him. "Don't move." He warned,pulling his pants up, grabbing the gun and going for his phone.

Randy shuddered feeling pain, anger, sadness, regret, like filth. He had no clue if what he felt was Dean's cum or his own blood seeping from his already abused body.

Dean returned a moment later. Bringing up the camera on his phone he snapped a picture of Randy bent over the bed, his back tattoo leaving no doubt who it was. The Viper's ass looked well used and was already showing signs of bruising, blood and cum trickling down his leg. "Just a little picture for your Baby." Dean chuckled, pocketing his phone. "Poor guy is probably worried sick." He mercifully walked to the bathroom to wet a cloth to clean Randy.

"Sir, pl-please." Randy weakly protested unsure if Dean even heard him. He couldn't let John see him like that. Dean returned with the cloth and began to wipe the cum and blood from Randy's legs and ass.

"Got to keep my toy clean for future use." He smirked. "By the way, what is the pass code for your phone?" Randy cringed from the rough cloth and realizing Dean didn't hear him.

"Pl-please, Sir...Do-don't se-send that to Jo-John." He sighed. "The code is 2009."

"Oh, I'll be sending many things to John and Roman. This will only be the first." Dean gave a humorless laugh. "You think this was all about you? I want them to hurt. And now thanks to your pass code I have access to John's phone number." Dean yawned, leaving Randy's side to set him up for bed. "You're going to be chained to the bed all night. If you have to piss you'd better do it now."

"So I may stand, Sir?" Randy's voice was cracking from the tears.

Dean looked surprised Randy was learning so quickly. "Yeah, yeah you're learning, Orton." He brought cuffs with long chains over to the bed to set them up. Randy slowly stood up.

"Sir? I will at least need my hands in front of me." Of course now the redness of his pale eyes were clearly seen.

Dean smiled, knowing the Viper would break more quickly than he had anticipated. "Wait until I set these up and I'll release you to do your business." Randy just nodded, keeping his head low. There was a noise from the other room. Randy jumped, already having a feeling it wasn't help...at least not for him.

"Must be Brock." Dean muttered as he finished up. "Alright, come over here with your back to me." He reached to grab the gun he had laid down. Randy sighed as he moved. He hated every second of it. Pain wanted to shoot up his body from his abused ass. He turned when he reached Dean.

Dean moved to free Randy from the cuffs. "Go to the bathroom and do your business and I want you right back here. The locks have been taken off the bathroom door and there are no windows so don't even think about it. You try one thing I will shoot you in the leg and keep you tied 24\7. You can piss yourself and lay in it. Now go."

Randy shuddered before moving. Without Brock there he may have been able to try something, anything. With both of them there was no way. Once in the bathroom he tried to relieve himself despite how he felt. He turned to try to use the bathroom and nearly screamed as his sore ass hit the hard seat. He just wanted to flush his body of the traces of Dean, not thinking of how painful it would be.

Dean stood close by the bathroom, holding the gun as he waited. Every pained sound from the older man was music to his ears. Somehow in his mind he had blamed Randy for every bad turn his life had taken and this was payback. Randy slowly stood up and tried to wipe, of course with only more pain. He had a sad feeling pain would become a common companion for him. He washed his hands before stepping from the room.

Dean ushered Randy toward the bed with the gun. "Lay down. I gave you long chains since you was such a good boy tonight."

Randy moved laying down. "Th-thank you, Sir." Dean's words made him feel dirty. He had to play along for now though. Go through the abuse in hope of freedom.

"You're welcome." The polite words seemed out of place as Dean locked Randy in the cuffs. Once finished he stood up and made his way to the door. "You know, I expected more of a challenge from you. Oh well." He turned off the light, plunging the room into darkness. Dean turned to go before pausing. "Oh, I forgot how careless of me..." His sarcastic voice took on a new tone, almost sweet and loving. "Night, Daddy. Love you." A chuckle was heard before the door shut with a click.

Randy felt he would be sick at Dean's words. 'More of a challenge'. He wanted to, but he wasn't a fool. It wasn't worth his life.

Brock was sitting in the main room when Dean came out. "They bought it, Sir." Brock told him before even asked.

Dean gave him a smile. "Good job. He's down for the night but you can play with him all you want tomorrow."

"Thank you, Sir." Brock told him as he stood up. "Going to bed unless you need me to watch?"

"No go to bed. He isn't going anywhere." Dean assured him. After Brock headed off Dean used Randy's pass code to open his phone, looking up John's number. He then blocked his number before sending the picture in a text to John's phone. Tomorrow's video would be for Roman. That done he took Randy's phone to bed to look up useful information.

Meanwhile

John and Roman tried to carry on business as usual. Of course by the end of the show the normal rumor mill was in effect as to why the main event didn't take place. John still kept trying Randy's phone with it now going directly to his voice mail. Worry didn't even begin to describe how he was feeling by the time Seth, Roman and he returned to the hotel.

Roman told John Seth and he were going back to his suite with him. He would not be leaving John alone like this. "Just breath, John. There has to be an explanation for it." Roman tried to tell him. John didn't really want to listen he just wanted Randy back there with them. A short time later John's phone went off. "Maybe that's him now?" Roman told him, maybe a bit hopeful.

John hurried to open the text he prayed was from Randy. All the color drained from his face as the photo filled his screen. He began to tremble, his legs feeling like Jello.

"John, what is it?" Seth asked, alarmed by the older man's body language. "P-Picture of Randy with a message. Whoever took him wants 4 million dollars. They said details later." He felt the room spinning as he handed Roman the phone. "They've...my god, they've assaulted him."

Roman worried about grabbing John first. "Come on. Sit." He told John, easing him to a chair. Only after John was down did Roman take the phone looking. He quickly tapped the screen to prevent it shutting off so he could look. His jaw clenched as he focused on the screen. He knew the first thing to pop in his mind. "No...fuck...Can't be." Something in his mind told him it was, but how.

Seth walked over to Roman to look. A rage filled his dark eyes as he saw the condition Randy was in. "It's fucking Dean isn't it?" He hissed, causing John to look at them in even more shock. "Randy's ass has been hit hard...looks like with a paddle and who else would know to send it to John?"

"No one...a real ransom would have been sent to the company...like Hunter or Vince." Roman sadly admitted as Seth voiced what he already feared. "For now we still need to report this to them."

John was shaking as he fought his first panic attack, his heart pounding. "I'll give him all the money he wants...I just want my Daddy back...I promised him he'd never see Dean again."

Roman gave Seth the phone to hold as he moved to crouch in front of John, taking his hands. "John, breathe. Just focus and breathe." Roman to him in a firm yet still calm tone.

John tried to breathe, his blue eyes looking haunted as as he clung to Roman's hands like a lifeline. "B-But what if he does like last time..." He said lowly, knowing Seth was in the dark about Dean's powers. "Randy will never trust me again...what if he kills him?" The two tone haired man heard only the last part as he studied the phone. "He won't, John. I know Dean. He's pissed and wants revenge. Killing Randy would only end his fun."

"Seth's right." Roman admitted. "He feeds off pain like it is a drug to him. He kills Randy he will have no one to inflict pain on. We need to tell Hunter. For now we can only tell him we suspect Dean...but that's all. We have no proof past our own history with him."

John nodded, looking at Roman in desperation. He knew the man was not exactly your average person. "Is there anything you can do to find him? If he disappeared today he has to be nearby right?"

Roman lowered his head, shaking it. "I may not...but I may have someone." His almost whispered before he looked at Seth. "Why don't you take John to Hunter's suite? If he is at all worried about Randy he should still be up. I'll check to see if there is any clubs in the area that may have seen or heard anything."

Seth nodded walking over to them. "Come on, John." The older man finally let go of Roman's hands to stand and the two left to go see Hunter.

After they left Roman went to his grooming bag to look for a small metal dish he had and a powder. He opened the patio door before sitting down. He just prayed John and Seth were long enough. He put a small pile of the powder in the dish and with a match lit it. A dark smoke came from it after the flame died. He closed his eyes before breathing in some of the smoke as is floated around him, allowing his mind to drift to a place he was dreading to go. His head drifted back against the chair as he slipped deeper into the needed trance.

John and Seth reached Hunter's suite and pounded on the door. Seth carried John's phone, glancing in concern at the older man. It took a few moments for Hunter to open the door, nearly throwing it back from John's pounding. "What the hell is it?" He tried not to yell. He was dressed in just a pair of black lounge pants.

"Sir, we got news of Randy." Seth spoke as calmly as possible. "May we come inside?" John looked beyond distressed, tears wanting to form in his blue eyes.

"Yeah...yeah...Just keep it down." Hunter grumbled faintly as he moved. He waited until he shut the door. "The local police are checking into the last stop he was at."

"Well, John received this picture from a blocked number along with a message demanding 4 million dollars." Seth told his boss, bringing up the photo and handing him his phone. Hunter took the phone, the image nearly made him feel ill.

"I know part of you will want to delete it...but don't" Hunter urged them.

"We both think it's Dean but we have no proof." Seth said, taking the phone. "Because he assaulted Randy before and he knew Randy and John were a couple."

"Dean had grown obsessed with me." John finally spoke, his voice trembling. "He was jealous of Randy."

"Last any word I had he was still in Nevada." Hunter told them. "I will pass it on to police though, because he does seem like the most logical of suspects." Hunter sighed. "I still remember some of the things that came out about him at the trial."

Seth nodded. "Sir, I spent a lot of time with the guy and I can honestly say he is messed up in the head. And yes he was completely obsessed with John and pissed Randy had him. This is his way of getting payback."

"I will pass the information on. I can't do more then that." Hunter told them. "Even if it was a blocked number maybe the police can trace the photo's origin. That's why I said not to delete it."

John nodded, looking like he may be sick. "Thank you. Anything you can do is appreciated." His voice broke as the man fought tears.

"Of course, John. Keep me informed of anything else that may be sent to you."

John nodded, unable to say anything else and the two men left, heading back to John's suite.

When the two reached the room a faint odor still filled the room that was hard to place. Roman sat at the table still, a faint ashen look to his skin. Seth sniffed the air, looking around. "You okay, Sir?" John just walked to sit on the bed, a haunted look in his normally happy eyes.

Roman made no movement or recognized that John and Seth were there. Seth had only seen Roman like this a couple other times over the years he had known him. It always made the smaller man uneasy. "John, something is wrong with Roman." Seth said in a worried tone. John went into almost panic mode at the thought of his other love being in trouble. He jumped from the bed and ran to the Samoan's side, shaking his shoulder. "Master! Master!"

Roman jumped, taking a gasping breath. When his eyes opened they looked almost grayed out but he quickly closed them, lowering them he hoped before either man noticed. He could still feel the effects. "Yeah." His voice was a faint whisper.

John was shaking as he almost wanted to pass out from nerves. "What's wrong? You didn't respond to Seth."

"Sorry...lost in thought." The way Roman sounded it was like his mind was still miles away. "Excuse me." He stood up and headed for the bathroom, not opening his eyes until he was past the two men. John felt lost but knew his Master asked for his space. He kicked off his shoes, his heart aching as he felt the snake pendant rub against his neck. "I'm going to lay down, Seth. So damn tired."

The younger man nodded, sympathy in his eyes as he sat John's phone on the table. "Sure, John." John walked to the large bed, climbing on the right side and closing his eyes.

Roman splashed water on his face realizing that was a close call. He cringed a little as he moved. Watching his face in the mirror as his eyes cleared back to normal. He turned, heading back out. "Sorry about that, Guys." He went to clear the table of the burnt remnants. John was in bed, curled on his side half asleep so he did not respond.

Seth sighed, shaking his head. "John went to bed. He's a mess."

"Understandable. Go back to our room if you want...I'll stay here with him." Roman said.

Seth gave Roman a pat on the shoulder. "Okay. Call me if anything comes up. I left John's phone on the table." He took off out the door, closing it behind him. Roman made sure the door was locked, he cut the light and stripped down before climbing into bed behind John. He felt sore and drained. He wrapped an arm around John, pulling him close.

"Come here, Johnny...We will find him." Roman whispered faintly.

John's body trembled against Roman's. The man had been so upset he was still in his shorts and T-shirt. "But will it be too late?" He asked, his voice sounding choked up. "Just thinking of him out there somewhere right now, hurting and afraid...I can't stand it."

"You're such a good boy...my good boy. We will find your Daddy." Roman said faintly. "Sorry if I feel a little cold." He lightly pet John's head. "I'll move if you wish."

"No..please stay." John told Roman, staying as close to him as possible. "What was wrong with you when we got back? You looked strange and there was a smell in the room."

"The checking I did...it didn't involve any clubs." Roman shivered faintly. "I...I was reaching out to...um...Dean's former Mistress. She isn't reached by normal methods." He sighed faintly. "You think Seth noticed how I looked...or just the fact I didn't answer him?"

"I think he just thought you were stressed same as I am." John tried to take in all Roman was saying. It sounded crazy but he trusted the Samoan. "So, did you talk to her?"

"Yeah...she wasn't pleased with me. It has been too long since he was hers. She can't track him anymore. She said she would have people checking areas he may try to turn up or contact."

John gave a small sob, fresh tears traveling his cheeks. "If even she can't track him w-what are we going to do? He can have every dollar I got..I just want my Daddy back before he hurts him more."

"I'm sorry, Johnny...I really am. We will find him somehow. Please...just try to relax. This is what Dean wants to do. He wants us to fall apart. I was dumb that when I cast him out I admitted Randy was already in my heart. Something no one had been able to do."

Roman moved to roll John onto his back to look at him in the darkness. "Randy is our common thread...I showed mercy on Dean. I should have tossed him right back into her grasp. Please forgive me, my boy."

"It's not your fault. I would have done the same." John admitted, taking a deep, shuddering breath. "How could we have known he was this bad? There's nothing to forgive, Master."

"Thank you, Johnny...Just try to rest. There is nothing else for us to do tonight." Roman sadly admitted as he leaned down, kissing John forehead.

"Yes, Sir. I'll try." John told him. Sadly he knew what little sleep he would get would probably be plagued by nightmares. Once John settled down Roman did the same keeping a faint ear on the older man.