(Hope you all had a great week. We have had a few readers kindly offer ideas to prolong this story. I am sorry but we feel it has played out the way we envisioned it. There will be one more chapter. We appreciate the feedback so much but we have several other story ideas on our plate so we can not dwell in the same series forever. Love you all.) Rose

John slept without waking until early morning. He woke having the urge to relieve himself so he carefully climbed out of bed to walk to the bathroom.

Randy rolled to find the empty spot before feeling a body and cuddling close, not realizing it was Roman instead of John. John finished his business and walked back to bed. He fought a chuckle seeing Randy had moved to hold his Master. Roman felt the smaller frame near him and opened his eyes, seeing Randy. He then lifted his head, spotting John. He gave an amused smirk, unsure what to say without waking Randy.

John grinned and climbed into the spot Randy had vacated. Roman just laid his head back down, closing his eyes again. John moved to snuggle by Randy, just resting as he waited for the others to get up. Randy finally stirred a couple hours later. "Morning, Sunshine." Roman grumbled as Randy moved.

"Whoa...um..."

"You moved in your sleep...John's behind you." Roman told him.

John chuckled good naturedly. "You stole my spot."

"Sorry, Babe." Randy sounded a little nervous.

"I'm just teasing, Daddy. It's fine." John stretched. "You two mind if I grab a shower? I would say a quick one but we all know my showers are never fast."

"Go ahead, Babe. I can wait." Randy admitted.

"Yeah, I took mine last night." Roman commented.

"Thanks." John moved around to gather his clean clothes. He missed his morning ritual of jacking off in the shower. It always made him feel so relaxed. "Um...Sir?" John stood, looking nervous with his clothes. "If I'm quick and quiet...may I have some...alone time while I wash?"

Roman sat up and debated it. "Since you asked nicely...I guess."

"Um...won't I have an issue?" Randy wondered.

"I guess we can work on your shielding technique." Roman replied.

"Okay...have fun, Babe." Randy nodded.

John nodded at them both. "Thank you, Master." He walked into the bathroom, closing the door behind him.

"Okay, it's best we try to begin before he gets started." Roman commented. "I can only describe what works for me."

"Okay." Randy nodded.

"Just close your eyes and focus on your breathing. Picture with each exhale a bubble is forming around you. That bubble is like a very strong bubble that the emotional energy can't pop."

"I'll try." Randy said as he tried to follow Roman's directions.

John turned on the water to a comfortable temperature once he climbed into the shower. He began to soap up, using some to slick his limp cock as he allowed his eyes to drift closed, trying to picture something sexy. The older man wanted to imagine his Daddy as the dominant Viper he had been before the first attack by Dean. Images began to fill his mind, heating his blood.

...

John was in his private locker room after Monday Night Raw. He was sweating and wearing only his cargo shorts and boxers when he was almost choked by someone from behind him who pulled him by the chain of his dog tags. Hands rested on his hips as a familiar voice whispered in his ear. "Hello, Johnny. I've got some...aggravation to work off. Are you up for it?" John could only moan as Randy chuckled, the dark laugh sending delicious heat straight to his cock. "That's what I figured. Always my willing slut aren't you?"

...

John panted at the vision, trying to keep it quiet as he jerked his thickening member.

Randy shuddered a little, his breath feeling faintly ragged. "Just relax and focus. If he is thinking of you it may make it harder. You can do it though." Roman encouraged him.

John's body trembled as the fantasy became more heated in his mind.

...

Randy had all but ripped John's clothes from his body and dragged him to the nearest wall. It made the older man so hard to feel the Viper's lust for him. Randy kicked John's legs apart, taking in the sight of a sweating, naked John Cena at his mercy. "You've got me so fucking hard...all that teasing in the ring." Randy said in his deep baritone, slapping the ample ass on display. "And now you're going to help me deal with it." He delivered another harsh slap. "Who's going to fuck you so good?" He almost purred, his voice making John's legs want to buckle.

...

"You, Daddy." John moaned in the shower, his hand moving quickly. His eyes were shut as his chest heaved. "Fuck me."

Randy could almost feels as the waves of raw energy wanted to pound against him but the bubble held. His breathing calmed slowly. "Good, Randy. Just focus on that for now." The old man nodded but kept his eyes closed.

...

The John in John's fantasy was moaning loudly as Randy pounded him almost into the wall. The Viper moved to cover John's mouth, stifling his sounds of bliss as he struck his sweet spot repeatedly. "Don't need anyone to hear and come looking." The Viper panted into his ear. "Although a part of you would enjoy that. The sweet face of the company nothing more than Randy Orton's willing bitch."

...

John gave a cry as he came hard, painting his hand as his chest heaved. He opened his eyes after a few minutes and focused on washing himself. It was a few moments before Randy thought he felt the assaulting waves stop. He slowly opened his eyes but was panting a little.

"It will become easier with time." Roman told him.

"So it won't always feel so draining?" Roman asked as he tried to breathe.

"No...in time you will learn to do it even with your eyes open and even moving around." Randy lightly nodded.

John washed himself and rinsed off before turning off the water and stepping out. He dried off well and then dressed in clean boxers, shorts and a T-shirt before walking back into the bedroom, trying not to blush. "So who was your focus?" Roman chuckled, hearing John.

John tried again not to blush. "About you, Daddy...it was after a show in my locker room. You ripped off my ring gear and took me against the wall. No offense to you, Sir."

"None taken. I am guessing you have a few memories to draw from." Roman smiled.

"Yes, Sir." John nodded as he moved to sit on the bed. "Thank you for allowing me some alone time. I...uh...used to do it every morning."

"Even with the workouts we give you?" Roman asked.

"Oh, yeah." Randy chuckled as he moved from the bed. "That's why a 15 minutes shower turns into 30."

"Guilty." John admitted sheepishly. "I have a healthy imagination I guess. And with men like you guys to fantasize about do you blame me?"

"Before you ask he used to be worse." Randy joked.

"Worse?" Roman wondered.

John felt a little ashamed for the first time about his slutty ways. He used to be proud of his appetite and conquests but shocked look from Roman made him feel suddenly cheap. "Yeah, I was." He agreed simply, looking down.

"Knock that off right now, John." Roman warned him sternly. "You have better control now."

John nodded. "Yes, Sir. I just don't want you to see me as used or cheap."

"I don't on either." The Samoan said firmly.

John gave a small smile. "Thanks. You showering now, Daddy?"

"Oh...yeah." Randy got up and headed for the bathroom. Randy took his shower and the three men decided to go out for a hearty breakfast. When they returned to Randy's home they waited a few hours before going for a dip in the indoor pool. John swam around in a pair of boardshorts, enjoying the exercise.

Randy and Roman made their way down after changing. "Oh, no skinny dipping today, Babe?" Randy chuckled.

"Nope." John laughed. "Got to keep some mystery. I do believe Roman promised you a hair pulling later though."

"Yeah, he did say when I got better didn't he?" Randy smirked and Roman tried not to roll his eyes.

"Hey, you have nice hair." John complemented the Samoan. "It's something new for us. I obviously have none to pull."

"And I would like to keep it that way." Roman commented.

"Oh come on I'm sure it can handle some good pulling." Randy joked. "Or are you backing out?"

"No...No I'm not backing out." Roman shook his head.

John swam lazily as he watched his two lovers. "That's a hot mental picture. My Daddy pulling Master Roman's hair while he takes him from behind."

"Okay, okay. Later tonight." Roman relented.

"Come on in." John invited as he swam. "The water feels great, Guys."

They agreed and joined John for a relaxing swim. John swam over to Randy, giving him a playful shove then swimming away. "Are we really gonna start those games, John?" Randy commented.

"Just playing, Ran." John pouted.

"So was I." He went after John. John saw Randy coming and yelped, diving under the water to escape him. Randy shook his head, diving after him. Roman shook his head, hoping mouth to mouth wouldn't be needed soon.

John resurfaced on the other side of the pool, glancing around for Randy, knowing he would be lurking.

It was only a moment later that Randy grabbed John's legs and yanked him under. John sputtered as he was pulled under and came up gasping. "Randy! I'll get you for that!" He screamed in mock anger.

Randy laughed after he popped up. "Oh, yeah? Come on then." He swam off.

John hated that he was slower than Randy as he swam hard after him. He finally cornered him at the edge of the pool. "Aha! You're going to get it now!"

"You sure about that?" Randy smirked. John lunged for Randy, confident he could grab him because he was so close.

Randy gave a faint yelp, oddly caught off guard when John lunged. "Okay, you got me...now what?"

John felt a little frustrated a moment, not knowing what to do now that he had him but then he smirked. "Tickle you. I love hearing your laugh." He held Randy close while he tickled him under one arm.

"ACK, no fair!" Randy laughed. "Foul...foul!" Roman laughed when he looked.

John tickled Randy a few more minutes before releasing him. "How did you like that?" He asked his boyfriend smugly. Randy gave him a look that was a cross of a glare and a pout. John laughed at Randy's face. "Suck it up, Orton. Knowing you you'll get me back anyway."

"Yeah at some point." Randy commented before swimming off.

"Oh. I see. You want me to sweat worrying about your revenge. Well I won't." John called after him

"Whatever, John." Randy replied casually. John gulped before going back to swimming. He wondered what his Viper was planning.

"Well, I am gonna go start dinner." Roman told them heading for the steps. "Maybe about an hour."

"Okay." John called. He moved to float on his back, trying to relax. Roman went to get dried and changed into shorts and a ribbed tank top. Tying his hair back he headed for the kitchen to begin grilling some steaks along with frying some mushrooms and onions. He also worked on a garden salad for them.

John felt a little intimidated as his mind pondered his Daddy's possible revenge but it kind of excited him too. "Babe, I think it's time to go change." Randy called out as he swam for the edge.

"Yeah...okay." John swam to the edge and climbed out. He blushed as he realized his trunks were slightly tenting from his thoughts of Randy punishing him.

"You okay, Babe?" Randy asked after he pulled himself out.

"Uh...yeah...fine." John said quickly as he waited on Randy.

"Okay, Babe." Randy headed for a towel before leaving the pool deck. John snatched a towel, wrapping it around his waist to cover his issue before following Randy. Randy headed for the master bedroom. He stripped down before he went to look for clothing. John followed Randy to the room and slowly stripped, keeping his back to Randy hoping his Daddy would not notice his hard on. He curse silently as he realized he had to walk across the room to get clothes.

"Why so tense, Babe?" Randy asked, looking over.

John blushed again, walking across the room to look for clothes. "I may have gotten...excited in the pool. I was thinking about you punishing me...things you might do."

Randy smirked. "We are just the little masochist aren't we?"

"You know I am, Ran." John gave a shaky breath at Randy's smirk as he reached for shorts.

Randy laughed before getting dressed himself. John pulled on shorts and a tank top before heading downstairs. The smells from the kitchen made his stomach growl. Randy followed John, getting greeted by the same smells. "Hope we're not too early." He commented.

Roman looked over his shoulder. "Nope. I was just debating if I needed to send a search party."

John chuckled at the Samoan's rare attempt at humor. "No, we're here. Just had to dry off and throw clothes on."

"Well, the steaks are resting and I just finishing up the last of the salad." Roman told them.

"It smells delicious. I'm starving." John commented. "Anything I can do?"

"I guess grab drinks and the dressings." Roman commented, bringing the large bowl of salad over before heading back to the platter of steaks.

"Sure thing." John moved to grab the requested items. Thankfully his noticeable erection seemed to have gone down since the pool before Roman noticed it. They sat around and enjoyed their meal before moving to the living room to enjoy a movie before heading up for the bedroom.

John was on the couch with his head resting on Roman's lap instead of his Daddy's for once. Randy sat on the other side of the Samoan as they watched the newest Fast and Furious movie. "Dwayne can be so full of himself." John commented.

"That's typical of him." Randy joked.

"You do realize you're talking about my cousin right?" Roman pointed out.

"Then you should know what we are talking about." Randy joked.

John thought 'Oh shit' as he had forgotten about that fact. "Well, Randy can be too." He laughed.

"I've gotten better." Randy retorted.

"Yeah, you have." John relented. He nuzzled against Roman's hand, hinting to be petted by his Master.

"What are you a puppy now?" Roman asked with a chuckle.

"No." John huffed, annoyed Roman did not take the hint. "I'm not a puppy. That's more Evan's thing."

"Would you rather I call you a kitty?" Roman laughed as he rubbed John's head.

"That's Seth." John closed his eyes a moment, drinking in the touch. "I saw him one morning with his hair ruffled and he looks just like one. "

Roman laughed. "Watch it...if he ever heard you." He chuckled again.

"What, the kitty will show me his claws?" John chuckled too before focusing on the movie again.

"He may. Yes, he is mainly into bondage but he isn't a novice with others toys either." Roman warned the older man.

John gave a shiver, his cock twitching at the thought of being chained while Seth showed him his claws, brandishing a whip or crop. "Damn." He sucked in a breath. "Maybe I should call him a kitty then."

"Damn masochist" Randy commented. There was a hint of displeasure in the tone.

"And he is proud of it most of the time." Roman told him.

"Yeah, I guess." Randy sounded almost solem.

John grinned at Randy's comment. "You know me so well, Daddy."

"Yeah, Baby." Randy said a little low before trying to focus back on the movie.

John raised his head to glance Randy's direction. He could almost hear his boyfriend's displeasure. "Does that bother you, Daddy?" He asked quietly. "I've always been that way since I met you."

"It's fine, Babe...I guess I didn't think much of it." Randy got up from the couch. "I'll be back." He headed out of the room, just needing a breather.

Roman couldn't help but give a faint sigh. John lowered his head back to Roman's lap. "I never should have said that about Seth...He blames me for everything...I've known him long enough to know. And he's exactly right."

Roman returned to petting John's head. "You were just joking, my boy. He doesn't blame you...at least not fully. Part of the blame of his trouble falls on me as well. I let loose a monster and he paid the price for it. It is locked away now though."

"Don't you see?" John spoke quietly. "We were happy for years...but I kept pushing him. I wanted more...I needed more. It wasn't in him but I couldn't accept that and let our love be enough. He warned me of the dangers but I just had to have my damn fix. Dean's sadism was like a drug to me."

"You may have started the string of events...but the burden still isn't all yours." Roman observed.

John heard Roman but his heart ached. "Yes, Sir." He said quietly as he laid still.

"He just needs time to heal, my boy...I wish I could take it away."

John sighed. "I know you're right. I just hope that side of me doesn't turn Randy off to the point he turns away from me. I c-can't change who I am."

"I know...so I have a question. You say you were happy for years, but you pushed for more. Were you really fully happy then?" Roman had to wonder.

"Well, yes and no." John admitted. "When I say we were happy I meant we loved and respected each other. We had great chemistry, great sex but there was something missing...I just pushed it away. Randy knew I liked it rough and kind of indulged me at times...you know stuff like a hard fucking, light slap to my ass, pinning my hands over my head but not to the extent I would have liked."

"Exactly...so you were not fully happy." Roman told him.

John sighed. "I know...but I was happy enough. More happy than most people." He swallowed, sitting up as the movie ended. "I think I'll head upstairs if it's okay. It will give me a few minutes alone until Daddy is ready to see me."

"Okay. I'll give you a few minutes alone." Roman hated that John could not fully see the truth.

"Thank you, Sir." John's eyes were lowered as he walked upstairs to the bedroom. He sat on the large bed, looking at the familiar surroundings. It felt almost good being alone for now. Roman began to wonder where Randy wondered to so he shut off the TV and went looking for him. John pulled off his tank top and got comfortable in bed. He closed his eyes with a sigh, his heart still hurting for Randy. It still seemed surreal those things had been done to his confident Viper. He could still see the video in his head at times. He probably always would.

Roman found Randy sitting by the indoor poor. A beer in his hand. "Hey."

Randy jumped slightly. "Oh, hey."

"You okay...dumb question I know."

"I have to be don't I?" Randy snapped.

"In your own time. Don't rush it." Roman told him.

"But every time I show it bothers me I hurt John." The older man gave a sigh.

"Hey, he's a big boy. He will need to deal with it like you do."

"I guess so."

Hundreds of thoughts and sounds rushed through John's head as he lay. Randy screaming in the video as he was used, broken and humiliated, John's own pleasure as he let the same man play with him time and time again...enjoying the pain...feeding off it. He gave a shaky breath, one of pure disgust...not for Dean. It was for himself.

Randy took another drink from his beer. "I don't know about playing tonight...at least like that."

"We don't need to, Randy. Whatever you want. We are taking things at your pace...okay maybe a little pushing at times." Roman faintly tried to joke.

John could not explain why he felt dirtier the more he compared his love for what Dean did to him to Randy's violation. The sick part of it was a part of him still ached for more of the pained pleasure even in the midst of his shame. He needed to feel the coldness, the sting his Master and Seth could give him. He wiped away a tear of frustration, more upset with himself.

A little more time passed before Roman and Randy made their way upstairs. Roman paused outside the door. "What's wrong?"

"Think your Baby is a little upset." Randy gave a faint sigh before opening the door to walk in.

John heard the men enter and sat up, clearing his throat. "Hey." He gave them a shaky smile, but it didn't reach his troubled eyes.

"Don't try to throw a mask up, Babe...you're not good at it." Randy commented as he walked over, sitting down.

"Sorry. I'm fine." John tried to assure his boyfriend. "I was just...worried about you."

"I'm going to have moments, Babe...I can't help it. You can't either."

"Yeah." John nodded, not offering anything else. He was not going to try to explain to Randy all of his conflicting emotions. "I know, Daddy."

Randy leaned over, kissing John's cheek while Roman shut the door and made his way over. John smiled a little at the kiss, his dimples showing as always as he watched Roman walk over.

"The worse is behind us, Babe." Randy tried to assure him.

"Yeah...it is." John agreed firmly. He determined in his mind he would be happy with vanilla sex for as long as Randy needed it and never push the younger man for more again.