Randy trembled as he moved. Did the room get colder? "Yes, Sir." He moved to sit on the bed. His mind hardly registered the pain to his backside at this point.
"From now on you will call Brock Sir. Do not use his name." Dean instructed as he looked at Brock. "Release him from the cuffs." He moved to pick up a length of rope from the corner.
"Yes, Sir." Randy replied. Brock went to free Randy, feeling his hands shaking a little. He looked at him a moment before moving out of the way for Dean. Randy didn't dare question why Brock was dressed that way.
"You know the drill, Randy. Stand and put your arms behind your back." Dean relished the power he held over the older man as he waited. Randy slowly stood up. As he turned he couldn't stretch his arms quite as far as he had the night before. They still felt strained. Dean grabbed Randy"s hands impatiently and jerked the arms back where they needed to be. "Damn, you act like a delicate flower. Bethany was tougher than you." He grumbled as he bound the Viper's wrists together. Randy grunted, almost feeling like Dean was trying to pop his shoulder out of joint. He gnashed his teeth with a scowl.
Next he felt was a slap across his face from Brock. "Be respectful of your Master." He snapped.
"Oh, you don't like the mercy I was going to show you? Fine. I'll give you something to whine about." Dean sneered. He took a second length of rope and lashed Randy's elbows together, forcing his shoulders even further back. Randy couldn't help but yell as hot pain shot through his arms. He couldn't help but struggle until Brock moved to hold his arms for Dean to work.
"PLEASE, SIR!" Randy cried out. He had no clue how John lasted as long as he did in that position the one day.
"Breathe through your nose. You'll survive." Dean said coldly as he finished. "I've seen men bulkier than you in this position for hours. You stay like this for the first part of our session and I'll release your elbows." He pushed Randy until he was standing in the center of the room. "Remember when I showed you how to use the ball stretcher?" He asked Brock.
"Yes, Sir." The large man replied before moving to a foot locker type chest. "The special one right?"
"Yeah." Dean stepped back from Randy and prepared to turn on the video. "Your uptight lover wouldn't let me use it on John though he would have craved it so now you get to try it in his place, Orton."
Randy lowered his head, trying to think back. What was Dean talking about by he couldn't use it on John? That all seemed so long ago...then again it was. It was over a year ago, almost two years actually. Randy jumped, jarred from his thoughts as he felt someone touch him. His mind refocusing he saw it was Brock. "Wouldn't move if I were you." The large man warned him. His body blocked Randy from seeing exactly what Brock was doing to him and the unknown made his heart want to race even more.
Dean turned on the video and began to record. He focused so the watcher would be able to see Randy's bound arms and the way his shoulders were straining before moving it to take in the look of fear on the captive's face. Brock moved out of the way once the item was snapped in place. To the camera it just looked like a plain piece of leather that wrapped around Randy's balls with chain under it linked together like a parachute. Unseen to the camera was the multitude of tiny pin prick like spikes inside.
"You know what to do." Dean told Brock in a deep voice. "Keep adding weights until I tell you to stop."
"Pl-please, Sirs...do-don't." Randy tried to plead. Brock just gave a silent laugh before moving to the chest to retrieve the bag of weights. He set the bag on the bed, the weight dipping the mattress slightly. Randy fought not to panic even more.
Brock grabbed the first of the smaller weights, placing it on the large ring that linked the chains together. Randy bit his lip as he felt the spikes pressing into the delicate flesh of his scrotum. Dean laughed at Randy's begging, zeroing the camera on his face. "It's nothing permanent...come on, the Apex Predator can't take a little pain? Those spikes aren't that big." He added the last line so the viewer would be aware of what Randy was enduring.
Brock moved, adding two more weights. Randy gasped, lowering his head panting. To him it felt like his balls were being shredded from his body. His legs wanted to shake, fighting to buckle.
Dean could see if Brock added more Randy could pass out and ruin his fun. "That's enough." He told Brock before addressing Randy. "You better take it like a man, Boy. You pass out and I'll grow bored of you. I get bored and I'll dispose of you and go after your Baby."
"Don't you fucking dare." Randy snapped again before he realized it. His outburst earned him a punch in the gut from Brock, causing him to double over. The shift of weight made him cry out.
"I don't think you're in any position to talk back to me. I'd gag you if not for using your mouth soon." Dean shot back at him before looking at Brock. "Use the crop on him." Brock nodded before moving to pull a thick riding crop from the wall. He walked around Randy as if to see where to aim first. He actually hit Randy's strained shoulders first. Getting Randy to shoot upright with another scream.
Dean grew hard, his cock straining his jeans as he almost drank in the sound of pain. He used one hand to rub over his clothed member while using the other to video Randy's face and the way he moved. "That's it. Teach him some respect."
"Fucking bastards!" Randy yelled. Why did he seem more defiant today compared to last night? Brock slapped him across the face again before bringing the crop across his limp cock.
What Randy did not realize was his defiance was music to his captor's ears. This was the Viper Dean had hoped for not the scared submissive of last night. Each curse, each scream was recorded for his own enjoyment and to horrify Randy's two lovers.
"You're as fucking crazy as your Master." Randy snapped as Brock. Which earned another slap, this one splitting his lip faintly. Brock panted under the mask wanting to tell Randy off but remembered what Dean said about not talking.
Randy was starting to get under Dean's skin even if he liked his spirit. "Gag the bitch." He snapped at Brock. "You can take it out when you give him something else to gag on."
Brock moved to retrieve the gag from last night. Randy actually tried to fight this time until Brock squeezed his jaw so tightly he thought the bone would snap. He was so rough with the ball Randy wouldn't have been shocked if he chipped a few teeth. He body throbbed with pain at this point it was hard to feel where the pain stopped and started again. No more screams of pain wanted to leave his body.
"Much better." Dean smirked at the sight, loving how rough Brock was with Randy. "Have your fun with him. It's up to you if you want to trust him not to bite you later or just fuck his ass raw." Brock wasn't sure if he trusted Randy not to bite him at this point even at the threat of castration. Brock picked the crop up again, moving to bring it across Randy's already bruised ass. Oddly there was no reaction. He looked at Randy doing it again with the same result before he looked at Dean.
Dean realized Randy was probably in so much pain he would not react. "You can remove the stretcher and release his elbows." He told the masked man.
Brock set the crop down to removed the stretcher. Randy's balls were covered in tiny red pinpricks. He grunted behind the gag from the sudden release. Brock then worked on the ropes, fumbling with them some as he was not the most dexterous of people.
Dean waited until Randy's elbows had been released then paused the video. "Give him a few minutes then fuck him good...his mouth or his ass your choice." Dean told Brock. He would get his own release later while watching the video alone. "I don't think he can handle much more without passing out. Fucking lightweight." He spat.
Brock nodded. He saw Dean lowered the phone. "It off?"
"Yeah. it's off."
Brock removed the mask so he could breath a minute. "Don't trust him." He grabbed Randy's arm. "On bed...on your back." He snapped at him, pulling him toward the bed.
"I'm turning it back on when you fuck him." Dean warned Brock. "Don't want Randy's Baby to miss anything good."
"Got it." Brock pushed Randy back on the bed, causing Randy to grunt and glare. "Go ahead try it...give me a reason to wreck that face." Brock warned him. "Now make it a good show for your boy." He smirked before pulling the mask back down.
Dean laughed as hit hit the resume record button and neared the bed. He loved what a heartless beast Brock was. He was a great asset. Randy debated just laying there, taking it, not fighting. He knew he could not overpower the two men, what would fighting do besides thrill them and scare John? He just closed his eyes. Brock gave a muffled growl as he went to open his jeans showing his heated state.
Dean was annoyed by the resignation on Randy's face. "What's the matter, Orton? His cock not big enough for you. Sorry it's not your perfect Roman's." He spat, not caring if he gave himself away.
Brock looked at Dean, insulted when he claimed he wasn't that big. Brock slapped Randy to force him to open his eyes. Randy grunted behind the gag, cursing. "That's more like it." Dean smirked behind the camera. Brock moved on the bed, jerking Randy's legs up to exposed the abused opening. He looked at Dean. "Yes, raw...surely you can handle it." Dean told him. "I did...nothing like it."
Brock was more for inflicting pain then receiving it. But he did as told, moving to begin take Randy's ass. Randy couldn't help fighting. Brock was thicker so the pain was clearly there as he screamed behind the gag and tried to wiggle away, but it was no match for Brock's strength.
Dean was so heated as he watched the scene. He had insulted Brock on purpose to get a rise from the man. He knew the muscled fighter could fuck Randy like the beast he was. "That's it. Take that cock, Orton." Dean moaned as he caught every second on video. Brock was brutal. While his anger may have been at Dean's insult he took it out on Randy, his large, thick hands gripping Randy's legs tightly as he tried to struggle. Tears broke Randy's eyes. All he could do is wonder why...Dean he could see. Why Brock though? How could he get wrapped in all of this?
Dean zoomed the camera in, catching Randy's steely blue eyes filled with tears before zooming back out. "That's it, Randy. Put on a good show for them. Show them both what happens when you fuck with me." Shame wanted to flush across Randy's face at Dean's words as he turned his head away from the camera. He tried to close his eyes again. That was until he gasped, feeling Brock's one hand now around his throat, squeezing, the same time turning his face back up. The larger man's heated grunts could be heard as he went. The actions were becoming easier and easier to take.
Dean simply drank in the scene, savoring each moment of his sweet revenge. He knew doing this to Randy would hurt Roman and John more than anything he could conjure up for them. Randy's head began to get foggy, he struggled for breath. His heart wanted to race so badly he thought it would pound from his chest. Brock grunted as he was reaching his end. He actually released Randy's neck so he wouldn't totally pass out. But Randy's eyes looked fully glazed as he became unaware of the world around him.
Dean was a little annoyed Brock had squeezed Randy's neck and taken the fight out of him but he kept his mouth shut for once. He figured the video was bad enough to traumatize John for life and he would give Randy a break before the real mind games began later. Brock finished and pulled out. He stood from the bed and went to fix his pants. A small part of him felt empty. The attack was not like when he fought in the ring. There was no thrill of victory when the other man was helpless.
Dean zoomed the camera in on Randy, showing the end result before the video was stopped and the phone lowered. "Good job, Brock." Dean praised warmly. "You are going to be an excellent Dom. Now let's get Randy freed and chained in bed so he can rest awhile. I think we'll give him the rest of the day off." He tried not to chuckle, thinking of the emotional pain he would bring to the Viper later.
Brock nodded. "Thank you, Sir." Brock tried not to show or voice the actual displeasure he was feeling. He moved to lift Randy, feeling he was pure dead weight as he allowed Dean to free his arms. Once free he laid Randy back on the bed.
Dean removed Randy's ball gag before locking his hands in the long chained cuffs. "Let him rest. We'll let him shower later."
"Yes, Sir." Brock headed for the door. Randy's eyes for now were wide open, but looked blank.
Dean placed a mocking kiss on Randy's forehead before leaving. He was not a bit worried about his unresponsive prisoner. If the Viper died it was all the same to him although he would miss his toy. Once they were back in the main room Brock took off the mask. "Am I needed anymore right now, Sir?"
Dean shook his head. "No, you did good, Brock. Go do as you please." He wanted to relish some alone time with the video after sending it out. Randy was exhausted, cuffed and in a locked room so he had no chance of escape. Brock headed into the master bedroom, shutting the door. He stripped himself down, wanting a long hot shower. He wanted to call his wife, send her a message, something. Dean still had his phone though. For now all he could do is try to wash the physical reminders of what he had done. He knew his wife would be so ashamed.
Dean headed for the bedroom he was staying in. He grinned as he texted the video to John and Roman from Randy's phone. On John's he added the words From Daddy and on Roman's Payback's A Bitch. He whistled as he looked through Randy's contacts, sending the video to the older man's mother Elaine. He then laid on the bed to replay it for some much needed release.
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John sat alone in his suite late morning while Roman was out grabbing them breakfast. It was his Load Day so he had talked the Samoan into grabbing breakfast at a doughnut shop a block away while he showered and dressed. He heard his phone go off and hurried to look, thinking it might be his Master. John's heart began to pound as he saw it was a video from Randy's phone. He sat on the bed and hit Play.
The same time John's phone went off so did Roman's as he was in line at the doughnut shop. He pulled it out, seeing a message. Opening the list he saw it was from Randy. He had maybe a flash of hope that Randy somehow got out of Dean's clutches, but he had his doubts. He didn't dare open it in public just in case.
Sadly a few states away was a passed out mother and an irate father of Randy as they got the video on their phone.
As John watched the video play he could not take his eyes from the screen although his mind was screaming at him to turn it off. He watched his beloved Daddy being tortured, degraded and used by a masked man who looked very much like Brock Lesner's large build. The one taking the video was obviously Dean and the glee could be heard in the sadistic man's voice. He got to almost the end as Brock was raping Randy before the phone dropped from his hands on to the bed, all color drained from his face as tears streamed from his eyes.
Time passed before Roman returned to the suite. His stomach was twisting in a knot before he even got the door open. "Johnny?" He called out, looking around. John sat on the bed in shock, looking straight ahead as tears streamed down his face, his stomach heaving. He felt he was living in a nightmare with no way out.
Roman sat the bag down, rushing over to the bed cupping John's face. "Johnny? Johnny...come on, snap out of it."
John finally stirred, giving an almost wailing sob as he clung to Roman. "My Daddy...my
Daddy...my god, I can't take any more. Why didn't they take me instead?"
Roman sadly now had his answer to the message. Randy didn't get free after all. He sat on the bed, pulling John to him one hand cradling the back of John's head the other rubbing his back. "Dean knew it would hurt more this way."
John was trembling so hard he could hardly speak. "The things they did to him...s-said to him...Randy will never be the same again...my heart is breaking." John was in such mental torment his heart literally hurt.
"I haven't seen it yet." Roman admitted. "Do you want me to?"
John nodded slowly. "It's gonna hurt but you should I guess...so you c-can see what's going on."
"Okay, Johnny...I am going on the other side of the suite so you don't need to hear it again." Roman stood up, pulling out his phone.
"Thank you. I c-couldn't stand to hear it again." John admitted. He just want to find his boyfriend and beat Dean and Brock to a bloody pulp. Roman sat down, already having a feeling it would not be easy as he turned the volume down and hit play. He couldn't believe how long the video was, he actually fast forwarded some of it. What he did see made his blood boil even more. Dean was so dead if he got his hands on him before the police. He paused the last few seconds of the video. He moved to zoom in on the masked man's face.
"There may be a faint glimmer of hope." Roman whispered to himself but out loud as he shut the message.
John was sitting on the bed with haunted eyes when Roman returned. "I could hear Dean talking. He kept telling Randy to be a good boy or he would come after me. Do you think he would trade? Me for h-him? Maybe he would go easier on me."
"No...You hear me NO!" Roman grabbed John's shoulders. "LOOK AT ME, BOY!"
John looked slowly into Roman's eyes, his heart aching as he saw Randy in them. "I h-hear you, Sir...but he's hurting my Daddy so much...he hates him...he threatened to kill him."
"Dean doesn't care about you...he only cares about pain. Trade or not there would still be nothing but pain. Don't fall for it. Your Daddy wouldn't forgive himself if you did. He would never forgive me for letting you. I wouldn't forgive myself." Roman said firmly.
John's eyes lowered as he nodded his head. "I know..I just can't stand it...if he sends any more...hurts Daddy any more...we have to do something."
"There isn't much...wh-" Roman sighed, shaking his head standing back up. There was a knock on the door. "What now?" He headed for the door.
John wiped his eyes and tried to compose himself, not knowing who was at the door. Roman opened the door, seeing Hunter there, looking more sour than normal. "Where's John?"
"He's here...what's up?"
"I need to talk to him...and I guess you." Roman sighed, letting Hunter past him.
"He's upset enough as it is."
"No fucking shit." Roman shut the door, thinking Hunter better be glad he is the boss.
John heard Hunter's voice and moved to where the two men were. He could tell by his boss's face he was not pleased. "Sir?"
"Seems we have a major shit storm over this." Hunter told them, seeing John.
"How'd it get leaked?" Roman wondered.
"It hasn't exactly yet...but a big piece of it is about to. I just wanted to give you a heads up. Vince is getting ready to send out a formal release about Randy's abduction."
John gulped, trying to appear calm. "Roman and I just received a video on our phones...of Randy and one of the abductors." His hand trembled as he handed Hunter his phone.
"I don't need to see it...again." Hunter told him.
"Again?!" Roman spoke louder then planned. "Sorry, Sir...what you mean again?"
"Ambrose...Yes, I know it's him after hearing the voice. Ambrose thought it fitting to send a copy to Randy's family."
"Fuck." Roman grumbled.
"Exactly. So Bob was on the phone to Vice wondering if we had any clue and what we were doing about it. Well, as they say...shit rolls down hill...so from Vince to me...to PR and you two."
If possible John's face paled even more. He loved Randy's sweet mom. "I can't believe he sent that to them...poor Elaine and Bob."
"Yes, I know, saying Bob was enraged doesn't begin to describe it. I he had his way I am sure he would bring a lynch mob I search house by house for them." Hunter sighed.
"That sounds good to me right now." John said with no hint of a smile. "I love him and this is ripping my heart out. I would do anything to find him."
"John, past leaving the studio we have no clue where they are. What part of the state they are in...if they are even in the same state."
"You're not exactly giving us much hope, Boss." Roman stated.
"Would you rather I lie? Hey, once we get the formal statement out there about Randy being abducted you have any clue how many people will be keeping an eye out for any of the three?"
John nodded. "It's obvious Brock was the masked man. Sooner or later one of them has to show their face. I'm only afraid what damage will be done to Da..Randy before he's found."
"And hopefully someone of the WWE Universe will spot them when they do. Sadly Brock's wife is not being any more helpful."
John felt the room spin as they talked, feeling so many strong emotions his body was overwhelmed. "Feel s-sick..." He mumbled a few moments before everything went black, his body collapsing as he passed out.
"Johnny!" Roman heard as John went down. "Johnny...come on, Johnny." Roman carefully pulled him on his lap. "Wet a wet cloth or something damn it!" Roman snapped at Hunter, not caring if he was the boss or not. Hunter scowled before heading for the bathroom.
John heard nothing as his body laid unconscious, unable to face the nightmare that was his reality. Hunter returned with a cool cloth and Roman used it to try to wake John. "I'm calling Doc." Hunter told Roman, pulling his phone out. Roman didn't want to argue. Even if John woke before the doctor got there it maybe a good idea.
John did not respond for a few long moments before he shifted slightly in Roman's lap, giving a groan his face set in a grimace. "Just take it easy, Johnny." Roman told him. "Just me and Hunter...he called Doc."
John was still half out, his mind hearing only Roman's voice but not registering what he had said. "Daddy...did they hear anything about Daddy yet, Master?"
"Master?...Daddy?!" Hunter wondered. Just then there was a knock on the door and Hunter went to check seeing the doctor. "Cena fainted...he's slowly coming around." The Doctor went over by Roman with his bag to check John over.
John blinked, his head pounding as he opened his eyes seeing three men watching him, a look of confusion on his face. "You passed out, John...just take it easy and let Doc take a look at you." Roman told him slowly.
John nodded, his head pounding from stress and anxiety. "Okay. Sorry, Doc to bother you."
"It's fine, John." The doctor told him. "Think you hit anything when you fell?" Roman looked around the area John was standing.
"I don't think so, Doc."
The doctor looked at him. "Okay then...John, try to stand take your time. Let Roman help you to the bed so I can check your over better."
John slowly stood to his feet and walked toward the bed. "I feel sick to my stomach and my head is pounding but I think it's just stress."
"He also didn't eat yet today." Roman told the doctor.
"No problem check your blood pressure first and your temperature." As the doctor checked John, Hunter pulled Roman to the side.
Based on what John said while out of it he had a few questions for Roman, including any involvement with this whole mess. Roman fought to remain calm, not wanting to upset John anymore then he already was. John tried to calm his nerves and let the doctor check him, not wanting to make any more trouble than they already had.
"Okay so what has you so stressed, John?" The doctor asked him.
Hunter looked over, hearing him. "Randy Orton's gone missing and John's just overly worried about his friend's safety after the mess a couple years ago."
"Oh, I see...is that it, John?"
John struggled to go along with Hunter and not reveal the truth...that the man he loved more than his own life was being tortured by two sadistic lunatics. "Y-Yes."
"Okay...well, take it easy rest of today. Watch how much salt you eat. Lastly be careful with your workouts for a day or two. Can't afford you passing out while lifting those big weights."
John nodded. "Thanks, Doc. I will."
Doc packed his bag. "If there any other issues call me."
"Will do, Doc." Hunter told him, walking the man out. He then looked between Roman and John.
"Sorry, Hunter." John spoke up. "I don't know what came over me. I've just been so upset."
"It's okay...just follow Doc's orders. I really need to head back to make sure the announcements were sent right for the website and Twitter." Hunter told him.
"Okay. Thanks for stopping by." John rubbed his forehead, wishing his headache to go away.
Hunter nodded and headed out. "Should I have asked Doc for some aspirin for you, Johnny?" Roman asked. "Hmm don't think doughnuts are a good breakfast for you today."
"Not really hungry anyway. Just want to rest a minute." John laid down, closing his eyes. "I can't believe I passed out like that."
"You still need to eat, Johnny." Roman told him. "I don't know if you realized you slipped up just now."
"What slip up, Sir?" John asked, opening his eyes.
"Sort of that...you refereed to Randy as Daddy...and me as Master...in front of Hunter."
John closed his eyes with a groan. "Fuck...I didn't know, Master. Forgive me?"
"You were not clear headed, My Boy...just warning you in case Hunter gives any odd looks. We had a small chat."
"You did?" John gave a concerned look. "What did he say?"
"Don't worry...you're not in trouble or anything, Johnny. Just rest a bit then we can order room service."
"Okay." John's eyes drifted closed. "You don't know how grateful I am to have you, Sir. Without your support right now I would be losing my mind completely."
"I know, Johnny...I know." Roman leaned down, kissing John lightly.
John kissed him back with love. "Your eyes are so much like his." He whispered when the kiss broke.
"Does that bother you or comfort you?"
"It makes my heart hurt at times because I know what Randy is going through but at the same time it comforts." John admitted. He gave a shaky breath. "Dean kept using me against Randy. Doing horrible things to him and threatening to grab me if he resisted. Fuck, they had him in that elbow tie Seth put me in."
"I know, Johnny...now with training someone like Randy MAY have been able to handle it, but the way they were jerking him is what I worry about."
John nodded. "They used the spiked stretcher you warned Dean about...I lost count of how many times they slapped him. His eyes looked so broken at the end. I just want to kill them."
Roman slightly nodded. "Something was off with him. He was almost broken one moment and defiant the next. I...I don't want to get your hopes up...but I may have seen a faint glimmer of hope in all that misery."
"Really? What?" John looked at his Master with questioning eyes.
"I think I saw regret in the other man's eyes."
John wished he could believe that. "I hope so, Sir. I hope we can reach Randy before Dean gets tired of him. Before it's too late."
"Me too, Johnny...Me too." Roman leaned down to lightly kiss John again.
John kissed him back, his eyes looking troubled after it broke. "Do you think he blames me? For asking him to let me play with Dean...for getting him in this mess?"
"I doubt it." Roman brushed John's face. "My sweet boy. If either of us should be blamed for Dean...it's me."
John shook his head. "No, it's not your fault. I guess none of us guessed how low he would go." He gave a small smile. "Every time I hear you call me your boy it just feels...good. Like the first time Randy called me his Baby."
"Good, because you are...now rest so you can eat in a little bit." Roman stood up. "I'll be watching TV."
John closed his eyes. "Yes, Sir." He drifted off, the headache easing some as his body relaxed.
Roman moved to sit on the couch. He turned the TV on low, but focused more on relaxing then what was on the screen, allowing his eyes to drift closed.