Later in the afternoon back at Brock's lake house Dean was fixing Randy a sandwich of tuna. He grinned as he added some of his spores to the fish then covered it with wheat bread and grabbed a cold bottle of water. He smirked at the thought of what was to come as he grabbed the gun and headed for Randy's room.

Randy when he came to felt overly warm and disorientated. For a faint moment he even forgot his prior torment. What was wrong with him? He went to move, giving a cry of pain from his protesting shoulders. He laid back down, wondering could one of them be dislocated? He sadly had felt that pain a few times in his life.

Dean walked in, looking at Randy as he neared the bed. "I brought you lunch then you can have the rest of the day off and a shower later if you want...I have other things to see to."

"Yes...Sir, please...not very hungry...but I'll try." His voice was a little raspy, and looked like a fine sheen of sweat wanted to cling to his brow as Randy went to sit up, wincing. He tried to move his left arm, drawing a sharp breath. Maybe it wasn't dislocated, but sure felt pretty damn close.

Dean frowned at Randy's appearance as he handed him the water. Looked like his toy would not last as long as he had hoped. "I'll take you out of the cuffs while you eat but you move I'll shoot. Got it?"

"Yes, Sir."

Dean moved to free Randy, knowing he could take the weakened man down if he wanted. He then handed him the plate. "Eat as much as you can." Randy nodded as he took the plate. His hands felt weak. He pulled it close to lift the sandwich, taking a few small bites.

Dean studied Randy as he ate, wondering why the guy seemed so weak and sick. Yes, he had been rough on him but he had been fed and given breaks. Dean had seen subs in the clubs take much worse. He did not care about the Viper it was just a mystery. Randy worked to try to eat even though he didn't have much of an appetite. He didn't want to give Dean a reason to grow even more angry with him.

Dean tried not to grin as he watched the sandwich vanish. He had given his captive enough spores to keep up his coming illusion for hours if he chose. It would be great entertainment for the afternoon. Randy set the plate down, but then had to work to keep the food down as his stomach wanted to heave. His eyes squinted faintly as he tried to focus.

"Do you need to go to the bathroom before I go, Randy?" Dean asked, seeing the older man was not a threat.

"How long until...you or Brock may be back, Sir?"

"I may be gone awhile. We have something important we need to tend to." Dean lied, not telling Randy he had given Brock time off.

"I...I better try then, Sir." Randy replied but didn't stand up yet.

"Okay. Go ahead and I'll wait. You know the drill." Dean just wanted to make sure Randy would not get sick and make a mess for him to clean.

"Yes, Sir." Randy stood, heading for the bathroom. He stumbled slightly but kept moving. He couldn't go but washed his hands before he slowly made his way back out. He moved to sit back on the bed.

Dean locked Randy back in the cuffs, deciding to put on a show to further toy with Randy's mind. "You know...you were a very bad boy during our last play session. I'm afraid you're not shaping up to be half the sub John was. Don't worry...that will be taken care of soon."

"Wh-what do you mean, Sir? I...I do-don't know what came over me." Randy was totally honest. He felt ill and something was messing with his head.

"Don't worry about it." Dean gave a cold laugh as he headed out of the room. "By the way if Roman claims he loves you he is a liar. How can anyone so closely related with death be anything but cold?"

"Related to death? What do you mean?" Randy called out.

Dean turned to look, faking surprise. "You mean he never told you? Guess I don't blame him. Ever heard of Hades...watcher of the dead? Well, your beloved Roman's aunt is the real life equivalent."

"I knew he was different." Randy admitted. "As you say like you...Sir." He didn't divulge himself. It wouldn't change matters any. Dean snorted, annoyed that Randy did not seem horrified by the news. He left the room, closing it behind him. Randy laid back down, closing his eyes. He couldn't focus anyway. So Dean claimed Roman was related to an entity of death...so what? If Roman had no compatibility for love how could he stir the things in him he did? He knew Roman loved him and had grown to love John over time.

Brock was coming out of the bedroom as Dean came from Randy's. "He doing okay?"

"Yeah. I fed him and he's resting. Feel free to do whatever you want today." Dean waved the man off as he sat the empty plate in the sink.

Brock raised a brow when returned to the bedroom to get dressed in normal clothing. He then went to the main room to try to find his cell phone.

Dean waited around an hour to make sure the spores had done their job before grinning as he stood to begin his game. Brock saw his phone on the table. Dean seemed distracted and didn't speak up as he left the house. He got in his car, driving off. He needed to contact his wife, let her know he was okay.

Even in the afternoon Randy's room was dimly lit due to the boarded up window. A figure stumbled into the room, the door slamming shut behind him. The figure was sobbing quietly as it neared the bed, the outline of a naked man shaking slightly. Randy jumped faintly at the noise. "Wh-whose there?" He saw the light was shut off again.

The quiet crying continued as a familiar form neared the bed, curling up on the end. "D-Daddy...please tell me you're okay." Randy jumped, his heart beating so loudly he was sure the other man could hear it.

"No...No...Jo-Johnny?" He moved to look closer. "No...ca-can't be."

"D-Don't look at me." Dark bruising could be seen on John's face along with the tears that wet it. "I'm filthy. Brock...used me. I didn't let him."

"Baby...I...I'm not much better." Randy moved closer, well as close as the chains allowed. "I...I did...to tr-try to save you." Deep regret showed in his eyes before he closed them. "Damn, Babe...so-something is wrong."

"What do you mean?" John asked, looking confused. "Did they hurt you worse than the video I saw?"

"Th-the video?" Randy looked confused. He remembered the photo. "Be-been feeling off." He slowly opened his eyes. "Ho-how warm is it in here?"

"Cool." John raised a hand to Randy's forehead. "You have a fever, Daddy. And yes I got a video from your phone...you were being tortured by Brock...they sent it to your parents too."

"Wh-what...no...no...god, my ma..." Randy lowered his head to his chained hands. He shivered faintly. "Ba-Babe...we...we need to get out." Randy lifted his head. "Ne-need to see if there is so-something to undo these."

John began to shake, looking visibly more upset. "I c-can't, Daddy. They warned me if I released you they would shoot you in the leg. They used this dildo that was so big on me with no lube...it had jagged edges then Brock r-raped me...it hurt so damn bad."

"I'm so-sorry, Baby...move closer so I can hold you pl-please." Randy pleaded.

John moved, shaking as he curled up next to Randy. "I missed you so much...was worried about you."

"I wish I could have pr-protected you better." Randy went to hold John, giving a faint cry of pain. "So-sorry, Babe."

"You look bad, Daddy. I'm afraid we're going to die." John confided as he looked at him. "I think Dean's getting bored of playing with us."

"Me...maybe. No-Not you though...yo-you were hi-his perfect sub...yo-you like the pa-pain and pleasure he ga-gave you. He...He..." Randy closed his eyes, wavering some. "He...just got greedy."

John's sweet smile morphed into a sneer, blue eyes looking at Randy coldly with seething hatred. "You're right...Randy. John's not going to die. He'll probably live out his life with his new Dom and forget you ever existed. But you are and I don't even have to do the job. You're breaking before my very eyes."

Randy shoved the image away like he was on fire. "DAMN YOU! DAMN YOU!" He yelled then cringed, holding his head. "Pl-please I'm...I'm sorry...yo-you said it yourself. I'm sick."

John suddenly turned back into a very smug Dean as he got up from the bed. "You know, you bore me, Randy. I think I'll head out in the morning. What good is tormenting a dying man?" He gave a chilling laugh as he headed for the door.

"Yo-you gonna ju-just leave me in here?" Randy couldn't believe Dean was that heartless to let him suffer where there wasn't even any more joy in it for him.

Dean laughed. "Well, I'm sure not taking you to a hospital where you can rat on me. I was planning on shooting you but you saved me the mess. Hope you enjoyed holding your Baby because that's the last you'll ever see of him." He left the room, locking the door behind him. Revenge felt more than sweet.

Randy laid on the bed. Broken didn't even begin to describe how he felt. He was sick...that there was no doubt, but was he sick to the point it was going to kill him? Even if it didn't Dean planned on leaving him chained in that room and escaping. If the illness didn't kill him thirst or hunger would. Dean went to rest for the evening deciding he would head back to Vegas in the morning. There was no more fun to be had here.

Brock had returned after Dean was already done with Randy. Nothing was really said as he went to his room to think out his next move. Things could not stay as they were, if only he knew the opportunity would present itself soon...just would it be soon enough?

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The rest of the day went by in a blur for John as his mind was almost solely on Randy. When evening came his headache was mostly gone but the ache in his heart was not. He sat in bed, trying in vain to focus on a movie with Roman. Roman did the best he could to distract John and get him to eat. Of course both men hoped they would hear good news at some point. Roman had joined John on the bed to hold him as they watched TV for something to take their minds off the troubles.

John's eyes were watching the screen but the man was not truly watching. His mind kept replaying the cursed video over and over then all the moments they had shared in the past five years. Dean telling Randy when he was tired he would dispose of him was the worst of all. John did not know if he could ever heal if Randy was cut from his life

Roman reached over, coxing John even closer to him. "Come here...lean." He draped an arm across John's shoulders to pull him to lay against his chest.

John loved the feeling of security his Master offered in the midst of his pain. He gave a small sigh. "Thank you, Sir."

"Of course, My Boy..." He lightly petted John's head as he has grown to enjoy and knew the older man did as well. "Anything else I can do for you?"

John swallowed hard, not knowing if he should go on. "Is it selfish of me to ask you to claim me? I'm not heated...just need the closeness right now from you."

"I can try...not exactly heated either...but to help you relax and feel better I can try." Roman moved John so he could reach the remote to shut off the TV.

John turned off the TV and looked at Roman. "Please..just take me, Master. However you wish. I just need to feel you."

"Strip down, my boy...we will take it slow and just see what feels right." Roman told him before he slipped from the bed to remove his own clothing.

John stood and stripped out of his clothes, placing them in a neat pile on the floor. "Yes, Sir." It was very rare for him to have intimate time with his Master alone. Normally Seth or his Daddy was present.

Roman moved to lay down on the bed then patted the spot next to him. "Come, my boy. Relax by your Master." He was never the soft and sweet kind before. Not even with Randy. He didn't know why he wished to cater to John in this way.

John was happy to obey, climbing on to the bed and crawling over to the space near the Samoan. "With pleasure, Sir." Roman laid on his side, draping one leg on John's, hooking them together. He then brushed a hand down John's face, looking in his eyes. He leaned in to kiss John softly.

John kissed Roman back, his nerves slightly calming as the younger man gently explored his mouth. His blue eyes drifted closed as he gave a quiet moan. Roman drifted his lips to John's ear. "That's it...that's such a good boy." He trailed his lips to John's neck the same time his one hand began to trace John's firm chest.

John shuttered, feeling Roman's lips on his neck as his body slowly began to heat. He remembered how hard he had came then flew when Randy had kissed, licked and bitten his neck. "Feels good, Master."

"Good...good, focus on that." Roman spoke with a faint pant, feeling John own heat. He moved to almost pin John under him so he could begin to kiss and lick John's chest. His long hair falling around his face blocking much of John's vision if he tried to look, but it also brushed his flesh, adding a different sensation he never felt with Randy.

John gave a heated pant from Roman's attentions, his cock thickening as he just laid and let his Master worship his body with his talented mouth. This was so different than their normal times of domination and rough sex. Roman gave a faint groan feeling his own cock reacting to the closeness between them. He licked at John's one nipple, flicking it over and over. Then he slowly began rolling his hips to rub both their members between their bodies.

John moaned at the friction when Roman rolled his hips, his nipple hardening from excitement and the younger man's magical tongue. "F-Fuck, Master...so good."

Roman made his way back to John's face. He grasped his jaw lightly in one hand while balancing with the other. "Yeah...yeah, it is." He panted lightly before leaning down to kiss John again. This time deeper and more fully as he allowed his movements to keep heating each other from the friction of their tones bodies on their hard cocks. He moaned into the kiss as his skillfully worked his tongue into John's mouth.

John had never felt Roman this way before. It was passionate and loving, almost sweet. Their tongues mated as their hard cocks slid along each other, a little pre-cum leaking to wet the heating members. Small moans of lust left John as his own hips moved on instinct, seeking more delicious friction. Roman slowly broke the kiss. "Mmmm that's it...just get swept up in it, Johnny." He went back to claim John's lips again.

John's head almost spun from the deep, passionate kiss. He let it linger a moment before he broke it, panting for air. "Please, Master..I want to feel you...all the rubbing is driving me crazy." He almost begged, his voice low.

"Okay, Johnny...okay." Roman moved to raise on his knees, looking down at John. He used some of his saliva to slick his cock a little before he moved to lean over John to slowly line himself up.

John knew he would soon be feeling the stretch of his Master's large manhood but he welcomed it. He wanted to feel completely joined with Roman. Roman slowly pushed in, keeping his eyes locked with John. A deep burning in them as he needed this escape as much as John did.

John's hands gripped Roman's muscled back, his short nails almost digging in as his face registered the joy he was feeling. It was the first time he had been happy in days. "Yes, Master...t-take me." Roman's teeth bared slightly, but he fought to remain slow and gentle as John gripped at his back.

Roman's cock was so thick, filling every inch of him and he almost immediately felt his prostate stimulated. John's grip was tight, almost as if the man was trying to pull his Master even closer as jolts of pleasure rolled through him. "Fuck, Master..."

"I want to keep this slow and gentle...you're not making it easy." Roman grunted as he got fully seated in John.

John's body shook as he tried to calm himself, lightening his grip on the younger man. "S-Sorry, Sir. Just feels so good."

"There's times I wouldn't mind, Johnny...just tonight I want to take my time. Gripping like that spurs the harder side." Roman tried to explain as he withdrew slowly before sliding back in.

"Yes, Sir." John just laid and let the other man take him slowly. "Guess I'm not used to it. Most guys just want to fuck the hell out of me."

"I know, Johnny...but you like the change once in awhile don't you?" Roman leaned to peck John's lips lightly.

"Yes, Sir." Each gentle thrust Roman gave sent new sensations as the man's cock brushed over his sweet spot. John's toes almost wanted to curl in bliss. He had learned much better control, not even thinking about cumming without permission no matter what.

"That's it...that's a good boy." Roman praised John as he continued. "Feels so good." John fed off the praise, his head spinning as the heat and feeling of love grew. His breath came in hard pants, blue eyes dark with arousal. "That's it...you gonna hold off for me aren't you?"

"Yes, Sir." John groaned, jolts causing goosebumps to form on his bare skin. "You know I won't cum without the word, Master...even if you chose to deny me my release."

"You are such a good boy, Johnny...why would I do that to you?" Roman asked.

John tried to focus on Roman and his Master's pleasure as he had taught himself. "I don't know, Sir...mmm...just saying the p-power is in your hands."

"Thank you for that gift." Roman lowered his head and braced himself, going a little faster as he felt his own lust and need growing. "You are such a good boy...feel so good."

"G-Glad, Sir." John gripped the bedsheets in his fists as Roman sped up, not wanting to squeeze the hell out of the younger man's back.

"Almost there, Johnny...Want to feel you squeeze it from me." He moved to balance on one hand, the other gripped John's leaking cock to begin stroking him. "Come on, Boy...cum for me...sq-squeeze me so good."

John gave a soft cry of release as his back arched from the bed, spraying Roman's hand as his muscles indeed squeezed his Master's throbbing cock. "F-Fuck!"

"Oh yeah...like that...Mmmm." Roman gave a deep growl like groan before driving deep to fill John as he climaxed. He stayed joined as he panted for his breath.

"So...good, Master." John's body relaxed as his hands released their grip on the sheets. Guilt came after a few peaceful moments. "Do you think it's wrong...us having fun while Randy is in trouble?"

Roman slowly pulled out to lay next to John brushing his face. "Put yourself in his spot. If you knew he had no way to do more then he has...would you want him stressing or finding a way to stay calm?"

John thought before nodding. "You're right. I do feel better for now."

"Good now let's go shower."

John stood, his eyes looking glazed and tired. "A quick one, Sir? So tired."

"Sure, Johnny." Roman got up from the bed heading for the large bathroom.

John walked into the bathroom, fighting to keep his eyes open as he felt so drained. Roman helped John with his shower then helped him into the bed. "Just sleep...we can eat whenever you wake up. You're such a good boy. Your Daddy will be so proud of you when we get him back." He kissed John's forehead before tucking the blanket up around John.

A dimpled smile graced the older man's face before he slipped into sleep. Roman talked about Randy's return as if it were a foregone conclusion and it put his mind and heart at rest. Roman moved to put on a pair of sweatpants and went to relax until John woke up or he got to hungry to wait anymore himself.