John's body relaxed as he drifted off from exhaustion alone. He slept more than he had expected, waking in the early morning on his side, his body almost spooned by Roman as he often was Randy. He forgot what had happened for a moment in his half awake state. "You up, Daddy?" He asked, snuggling closer.
A faint sigh greeted John. Roman's appearance had returned to normal during the night including his body warming back up. "I'm sorry to break your illusion, Johnny." He whispered before pressing a faint kiss to the back of John's neck since he couldn't reach his shoulder.
John heard the voice of his Master and felt sick in the pit of his stomach. "It's okay. Sorry, S-Sir." He swallowed hard, trying not to need to run to the bathroom.
"No need to be sorry." Roman loosened his hold. "Go on, Johnny. Don't need to be strong for my sake." Before either man could move John's phone went off. "How early is it?"
"Don't know, Sir." John bolted from the bed to grab his phone, answering before he looked at the caller. "Hello? Yes, Sir? Sure. Um...Roman is already here, Sir. Okay. Goodbye." He hung up the phone to look at the younger man. "Hunter is coming to my room in a few. He has news from the police."
"Guess I better at least throw my pants back on." Roman commented as he slipped from the bed.
"Yeah." John looked at himself, still dressed in his ring gear, wrist bands and all. "Damn. I look like shit." His stomach churned in protest.
"Well, do a quick wash and we can try to eat after he leaves." Roman said.
"Y-Yes, Sir." Nausea swept over the older man. "Excuse me." He ran to the bathroom before making a mess on the floor.
Roman sadly knew it would not be easy for John to keep anything down with his nerves so twisted. He had to try though. There was a knock on the door and Roman went to get it, seeing it was Hunter.
"Morning, Hunter Sir."
"Roman." Hunter addressed him dryly.
"Come on in please." He moved for the older man.
"Thank you." Hunter walked in, looking around. "John told me you were here already. Is Seth here too?"
"No, he stayed down in our room. I volunteered to stay with John in case he needed a shoulder...you know." Roman trailed off.
"Yeah, I know." Hunter looked Roman over with a faint purse of his lips. Before he could ask about John the sound of him growing ill again was heard from the bathroom.
John flushed the toilet and wiped his face after getting sick before walking back to the other room, seeing Hunter had arrived. "Sorry, Sir. Nerves I guess."
"Understandable." Hunter told him. "I wish I had better news, but we have a small lead."
"A small one is better than nothing." Roman commented.
"You do?" Hunter had John's full attention. "What?"
"There is video of Randy and Brock both leaving the last stop." Hunter filled them in. "Also the driver service wasn't the one to pick them up. We asked why it wasn't reported to us. They said Brock called in that it wasn't needed since he was from the area."
"Okay so Brock had to have lied to us last night. Where is he now?" Roman asked.
"That's where the not so good news is. We don't know." Hunter sighed.
"Can't you just call him in to work?" John asked. His heart pounded at the idea of Randy being at the mercy of Brock Lesnar as well as Dean.
"Our calls have gone unanswered. I had someone trying his phone every thirty minutes for the last two hours. We even tried his home. His wife claims she hasn't seen him since he left home yesterday."
"This is crazy. Why would Brock want to hurt Randy?" John shook his head. "Thank you for coming, Sir."
"No problem...told you I would keep you updated." Hunter told him. "I don't know what Brock's connection to all this is."
"Thank you anyway, Sir...when was Brock do at a show again?" Roman asked.
"Over a month." Hunter sadly admired. "Vince has been real tight with his schedule. Only brought him in for the few house shows because it was near where he lived."
John nodded, standing close to Roman as he felt shaky. "We'll find him, Sir. We have to."
"Well, Brock's wife said she would call if she hears anything. She has some odd notion that both of them were taken. Even after I explained that Brock was seen after Randy went missing. Poor woman has these grand images of her husband." Hunter shook his head.
John nodded. "She probably can't face the truth. Did the police call Randy's folks?"
"I honestly don't know, John. As far as I know the office hasn't yet." Hunter admitted. "We were hoping for some positive news first."
"Probably best. No use worrying Elaine yet." John spoke of Randy's mom. "Tell Stephanie I said hello."
"I will...take care, Guys." Hunter turned and left.
After the door closed Roman took a deep breath, clenching his hands. "I swear I see either of those two..." Roman gave a deep growl like sound.
"I know." John was more upset that pissed. "Just imagining my Daddy at the mercy of those two...Brock is a beast even compared to big guys like us."
"Yeah...I know. I'll call Seth to fill him in and see if he will join us for breakfast. Before you say anything you need to try to eat." Roman said sternly.
Meanwhile...
Pain greeted Randy that morning. He managed to shift to his side so not to lay on his abused backside. His stomach felt like it was slowly twisting in knots. He didn't know the actions of the next room. Brock had been up a few hours already with a ringing phone. Dean finally took it from him, shutting it off.
"Are you fucking stupid? Even thinking of answering it..." Dean yelled.
"I am NOT Stupid...Sir. The one call was my wife!" Brock retorted.
"Don't you think they would have gotten a hold of her when they couldn't reach you!"
"But..."
"NO BUTS! NO ONE OUTSIDE THIS BUILDING EXISTS TO YOU! GOT IT?!"
Brock grunted his teeth clenched. "Yes, Sir."
"Good." Dean calmed, trying to smile at the big man. He knew he needed Brock on his side to keep Randy and avoid trouble. "Would you like to play with Randy when I do today? It will be good training for you as a Dom. I don't care what you do to him as long as he is left alive for now."
Brock nodded. "Yes, Sir...be nice some hands on training." He then tilted his head, looking at Dean. "For now?"
"Yes...for now. I want my fun with Randy...when I'm through I don't care what happens to him." Dean replied with no hint of guilt. He sighed. "Guess we'll have to feed him."
Brock nodded. "I have stuff."
Dean looked at Brock. "Can you fix him something? We can both go in his room and let him go to the bathroom and eat. Then we can play whenever you want. With you around I won't need a gun everywhere I go."
Brock nodded, heading for the small kitchen. He managed to fix together a scrambled egg sandwich. He brought it out on a small plate. "Thought silverware could be dangerous?"
Dean mused faintly. "Yeah maybe." He was almost surprised Brock had some brains to him.
Dean walked to the refrigerator and grabbed a bottle of water before taking the plate from Brock. "I need you to make sure he doesn't try anything. He will have to be unchained to go to the bathroom. If you look and act intimidating Randy probably won't give us any trouble. Understand?"
Brock nodded. "Got it, Sir."
Dean let Brock lead the way to Randy's room as his hands were full of food. Brock unlocked the door and swung it open. The room was dark as the lights were out and the only window had been boarded up. "Get the light, Brock." Dean said, squinting to see. Randy groaned some, hearing the men. Dean's voice seemed loud to him. Brock went to flip the switch causing Randy to cringe, trying to cover his head with his restrained hands.
Dean and Brock neared the bed. "Randy, Brock is here to release you so you can go to the bathroom and eat. If you try anything you will be hurting more than you are now."
Randy slowly nodded, moving his hands.
"He's not so tough." Brock gave a silent chuckle. "Or is he just a crafty snake?"
Randy lifted his head and even Brock could see the look of a fractured man which just earned another scoff. "Give me your hands." Randy moved to sit with a wince as he held out his hands for Brock to unlock them. "Move." Randy looked unsure. "I said MOVE!" The yell made Randy cringe and slowly stand.
"You'd better get livelier real fast, Boy if you want to please me." Dean said coldly as he watched Randy. "We have a lot of plans for you today."
"So-Sorry, Sir...not feeling well." Randy replied faintly as he went to move for the bathroom.
"Better watch it, Orton. You see what I do in a ring...imagine not having rules." Brock told him. Randy nodded, his stomach cramping more.
Dean could tell Randy was breaking already. It almost took all the fun out if he did not think of how much he was hurting Roman and John. "Take your time and relieve yourself but you've been warned by Brock. Remember it."
"Yes, Sir." Randy went in and tried. It felt almost a strain. Brock looked back at Dean with a questioning look before focusing back on Randy. "Not easy doing this while watched." Randy mumbled.
"Watch the mouth before I punch you in it, Orton." Brock told him. "Just do your business and move it."
Dean sat the food and bottle of water down on the bed while he waited on Randy. "Good job, Brock." He praised the large man. "You make my job easier when you're around."
"Pleasure, Sir." Brock liked the praise. "Can't wait to start training." Randy shuddered, hearing him. He finished and moved washing his hands. Brock waited for him to pass. He pointed to the bed. "Eat."
"Ye-yes, Brock...Sir?" Brock looked at Dean wondering if that was right.
Dean nodded at Brock. "Sir is fine. You are a Dom in training. And I can't wait to watch you train. I think we'll send a video of Randy to my old superior. Of course if you are in it you'll have to cover your face."
"And shirt?" Brock commented looking at the massive knife tattoo on his chest.
"Of course. Good thinking." Dean praised, knowing how much the man liked it. Randy slowly picked up the sandwich from the plate. Something in the smell made his stomach want to turn more but he forced himself to eat, not knowing how often they planned on feeding him.
"As long as you're a good boy you'll be fed regularly." Dean said as if reading Randy's mind. "You'll also get showers and bathroom breaks. You make us unhappy and those rights can be revoked."
"Th-thank you, Sir." Randy answered after he forced a bite down.
"You make almost as good a submissive as your beloved Baby." Dean mocked the once dominant Viper, not expecting an answer. He looked at Brock. "Anything in particular you want to try today?"
Randy shot Dean a faint glare as he brought up John. How dare he? He had no right. "I want to see how good his mouth is." Brock smirked. "And if he tries to bite mine..." He held up his hand. "I'll rip his." Randy gulped, his heart racing.
The glare did not escape Dean. So Randy still had a little fight in him after all. "You have a problem with me bringing up your little slut, Boy?" He taunted with a smirk. "Wish he was here too so he could show you how to really suck cock like a pro."
"You leave him alone." Randy bit out before he realized it. "Sir." He punctuated at the end.
Dean just gave Randy a sly smile. "You be a good enough slut I won't have to send Brock after him. Imagine a trusting soul like John passed around like a cheap toy to some of my new lifestyle buddies I met online." He looked thoughtful, knowing he could not actually pull off grabbing John but just wanting to mess with his captive's head. "Hmm...maybe I should. You must miss him."
"I'll behave, Sir...pl-please Leave John alone." Randy near begged. Brock almost couldn't believe it. Randy Orton was begging?
Dean's smile widened as an idea filled his head for fun mind games to play on Randy later. For it to work fully the man would have to be weakened further by more playing. "We'll see, Boy. Depends on you. Now finish your breakfast."
"Yes, Sir." Randy worked to finish the sandwich.
Dean looked at Brock as Randy ate. "When he's finished we'll secure him to the bed again. He can have an hour so he won't throw up on us during play and we can discuss what we'll do in this session."
"Yes, Sir." Brock answered as he waited on Randy. The smaller man was eating slowly. Was he stalling? Dean didn't seem concerned why should he? Randy finally finished, setting the plate down. A part of him wanted to run, wanted to fight. But he knew if he even tried Brock could easily break half the bones in his body.
Dean saw the desperation in Randy's eyes and moved toward him. "I'm locking you back up, Randy. You try one single thing and Brock will knock you out. Then I'll have him go after your Baby and he'll pay the price." He reached for Randy's left hand. Randy sighed, giving Dean the hand he was already reaching for. Dean secured the first hand before unexpectedly slapping Randy hard across the face. "You don't sigh when I give an order again! You're my sub so it should be your pleasure to serve me."
Fire tried to burn for a moment in Randy's eyes. "Yes...Sir." He answered with a pant. He blinked for a long moment as his head spun. Was there something in his food? Dean moved to secure the second hand, noticing Randy seemed off. He frowned, thinking he had not hit him that hard. "Come on, Brock." He said, leaving the room.
Brock nodded following Dean out. He locked the door behind him. Dean walked to sit at the table near Brock's kitchen. "So, you want his mouth...anything else interest you? I brought a nice arrangement of toys from my place...paddles, floggers, nipple clamps, spiked dildos and ball stretcher, uh...blindfold, a hood, several gags, a bullwhip..." He named off the items as they crossed his mind.
"Whatever it is you want me to use on him, Sir. I am open to suggestions of your knowledge." Brock said.
Dean thought it over. "Hmm...never got to try the spiked ball stretcher on John...maybe that and let you use the flogger on him a little before enjoying his mouth. I would say bullwhip but with your strength and the way he looks he may pass out on you. Who ever thought Randy Orton would be so fucking fragile."
"I know." The larger man laughed. "Whatever you say, Sir. So, need to find a shirt that covers all my tattoos? Because you sending this to John?"
Dean nodded. "Probably John and Roman. May not send the entire session just video a few key parts. I may take that ass myself if he gets me hard enough. Go find a shirt and something to cover your face. A ski mask if you have one." He knew John and Roman would definitely know it was him if they saw BDSM tools used but he did not care. A part of him was glad they knew.
"Yes, Sir." Brock headed back for his bedroom. He came back out in jeans and a long sleeve black thermal shirt and ski-mask. "Passable Sir?" He could have passed for a bad movie burglar.
Dean nodded. Brock looked very intimidating which was exactly what he wanted. "Perfect. Give me a few minutes to grab my phone and we'll begin." He decided it would be a nice touch to send the video from Randy's own phone.
"Yes, Sir." Brock moved to sit as he waited.
Dean grabbed Randy's phone and brought up the video app. "Okay. Let's go. Try not to talk more than you need to." He headed back for Randy's room with a wide grin.
"Got it." Brock told him, standing up to follow him.
Dean lead the way into Randy's room, pushing the door open with a shove after unlocking it. "Look lively, Boy. It's time to play." He called out cheerfully, Brock right behind him.