Cornette sighs sitting on the couch. Scotty comes in, followed by Russo and Cole. Scotty stops Russo from fleeing.
"Quit that," Scotty says. "You can't avoid him forever now can you?"
"I'm surprised he even left his house in the first place," Russo says.
"You should be thanking me, Vince," Cornette says. Russo sits down, gesturing for Cole to come to him. Cole stands where he is. Cornette chuckles. "Cole is going to be hard to train."
"What is that supposed to mean?" Russo asks.
"I have heard the rumors," Cornette says, resting against the sofa. Russo leans forward.
"And what rumors would that be?" Russo teases. Cornette leans forward as well getting close to Russo's face.
"You are one kinky bastard," Cornette says. "Heard you were into some real BDSM type shit. Am I on the right track?"
"You might be," Russo says.
"And you chose Cole?" Scotty asks, looking Cole up and down. He had worked with him in NXT and Cole did not look like someone who would submit.
"He's the only one I want," Russo says. "The only wrestler I want, I should say."
"You can't want Phillips," Scotty says. "So, who we talking about?"
"I'd rather not say," Russo says. "So, what's bothering you Jim?" Russo stands up, grabbing Cole's arm. "You will follow me or else I'll be forced to punish you. Do you want that?" Cole gulps, but follows Russo. He heard stories about how bad his temper was. He really did not want to piss him off. Russo sits down again, pulling hard on Cole's arm forcing him to sit on his lap. Russo rests his chin on Cole's shoulder.
"I might have…gone too far with Donovan," Cornette says.
"What makes you say that?" Russo asks.
"He won't talk," Cornette says. "He hasn't spoken since I made him choose."
"Well, I imagine that was a tough thing for him to do," Russo says. "He may be your son but he isn't as ruthless as you are."
"I see potential in him," Cornette says. "He's got a dark side to him, I know he does, I've seen it. Ethan keeps him anchored."
"You used to have an anchor, didn't you?" Russo asks.
"Used to," Cornette says, looking away.
"Who was it? Ace or Shane?" Russo asks.
"Why the fuck does that matter to you?" Cornette asks.
"Just curious," Russo says. "Having lovers is so…boring. I'd much rather have a playmate, like Martini and Montel."
"I think their relationship has love," Scotty says. "You want love?" Russo shrugs.
"Love is overrated," DeMott says.
"Vince, you want Cole to stay with you tonight?" Scotty asks looking at the clock.
"No," Russo says. "We don't want Gargano alone now do we?" Russo lets Cole get up, slapping his butt as he is walking away. Cole follows Scotty up the stairs; he looks toward the end of the hallway hearing the pleas and strikes.
"Who the fuck is that?" Cole asks.
"Must be Silver and Nash," Scotty answers. "Best not to dwell on it, Adam."
Silver coughs as yet another strike is delivered to his stomach.
"You are lucky I ain't fucking you!" Nash shouts. Silver stares up at him, spitting in Nash's face. "Where do you get that spirit from? It sure ain't your Dad."
"I have two Dads'," Silver says. "I am John Anthony Silver Daniels Kazarian."
"Well, that explains it," Nash says. "Kaz sure was a nasty shit. I made sure to set him straight. Bet he didn't tell you that did he?" Silver growls punching Nash in the balls, sliding underneath his legs, running toward the bathroom door which has been blocked by a chair. Ricochet is on the other side of the door trying his hardest to get through. Nash pulls Silver back kicking him in the stomach and shoulder repeatedly.
Silver is then forced onto his knees. The beating had taken a lot out of him as he struggles to sit up. Nash pulls him over so that he is against the bed. "Fuck, you are short." There was no way he would be able to do it here, so he hoists Silver up and places him on the bed. He pushes Silver back so that his back is against the head rest. "This is better."
Silver groans clamping his mouth shut turning his head away from Nash's dick. "Okay, okay, I see how it is." Nash says climbing off the bed. He goes into the bag he brought in with him. "I borrowed this from Gage. Thought it might come in handy."
"Why are you doing this?" Silver asks.
"Several reasons actually," Nash says. "I like you, John. I don't like your father." Silver slowly moves away from Nash, Nash stopping him from going too far. "And this, this turns me on. I love it when they fight, when they beg, when they realize just how fucked they really are. There is nothing like it." Nash says, kissing Silver hard on the mouth. Silver groans when Nash's tongue slides into his mouth. Nash fashions the open mouth gag onto the back of Silver's head. "Open wide, pretty boy." Silver shakes his head, putting his hands on Nash's chest pushing him away. Nash reaches over and grabs the handcuffs on the nightstand. "Open that pretty little mouth of yours, John." Nash says, nipping at Silver's ear. Silver tries his hardest to avoid being handcuffed but he was outmatched.
Silver kicks his legs trying to hit Nash in the head. Nash growls angrily sitting on Silver's legs. He grips hard onto Silver's beard pulling. Silver cries out in pain giving Nash the opportunity to put the open mouth gag into Silver's mouth.
"No," Silver says, turning his head away from Nash yet again. Nash just puts his forehead against Silver's cheek. Silver by this point is exhausted, panting through the gag. Nash grips onto Silver's beard again.
"I am so glad you have this beard," Nash says. "You take after your father in that regard, the no hair thing. But Stu does too, doesn't he?"
"I hate your fucking guts," Silver mutters out. Nash nods, patting Silver on the top of his head.
"That's good," Nash says. "Hate me all you want." Silver shuts his eyes as Nash starts to put his dick inside Silver's mouth. "You are going to have to make me hard again, pretty boy. Shouldn't take too long with those pretty lips and tongue." Nash starts to thrust his hips. Silver can't do much but take it. But fuck he was big. Silver could feel himself slipping, when suddenly he can't breathe. He tries to pull away, but Nash has a grip on his head. Silver starts to really panic, thrashing against Nash. He was so close to passing out when Nash pulls back. Silver takes a few short breathes before Nash is yet again forcing his dick down Silver's throat. He could feel Nash's balls against his chin.
"You are so much better than I thought you'd be, pretty boy," Nash says, rubbing Silver's head. He puts both his hands on either side of Silver's head, forcing his head to slam against his pubs. Silver just waits, that's all he could do. He could tell the older man was getting close. Nash gives one last thrust squirting his cum into the back of Silver's throat. He slowly pulls out, taking the open gag out. Silver immediately goes onto his side and vomits onto the bed. Nash chuckles kissing the top of Silver's head. He snaps a quick photo before removing the chair in front of the bathroom door. "Brandon will be in shortly to get those bed sheets." Ricochet slowly opens the door, just as Nash is leaving.
"John?" Ricochet asks, cautiously entering the room. "Oh, my God, John!" Ricochet shouts running to him.
"Need…water…" Silver says. His throat felt like it was on fire. Brandon is let into the room, carrying two bottles of water.
"God dammit," Brandon curses. "Okay, hey, Silver?" John groans holding his stomach. "I think it might be a good idea if you get a shower. He beat you up?"
"A ton," Silver answers. Brandon hands Silver a bottle of water.
"Nash can be pretty brutal," Brandon says. "He's a lot worse than Martini and Montel." Silver gulps down the water looking at Brandon.
"Don't tell me…" Silver says.
"To almost all of the ones that…like that sort of thing," Brandon says. "DeMott, Montel, Martini, and Nash."
"How…did they…" Silver starts but can't seem to finish the last part.
"I'm…I'm not sure," Brandon says.
"You don't remember?" Ricochet asks helping Silver to sit up.
"It was the third day," Brandon says. "I think they may have drugged my drink. Everything is just…a blur. All I remember is being in the tub."
"What the actual fuck?" Silver asks. "This is so fucked!"
"I know," Brandon says. "I am sure we'll be found soon. Now go get cleaned up. I'll have new sheets for you in a bit." Silver stands up and hugs Brandon tightly.
"I am so sorry," Silver says. Brandon just returns the hug.
"Hey, it isn't your fault," Brandon says. "Remember that." They all pause and look at the door, hearing the screaming coming from down the hallway.
"Heath," Ricochet says, worriedly.
Heath screams out in pain as his palm is put under the scalding hot water. He is shirtless with his boxers on. He tries to fight back when they start pushing him toward the shower. But there are three against one. Hayes, Luger, and DeMott push Heath into the shower under the water.
"STOP! PLEASE!" Heath screams. Hayes chuckles turning the shower to cold. Heath cries out in pain at the sudden drop in temperature.
"You asked for it," Hayes says. He nods turning off the shower, letting Heath sink to the floor in pain. He takes a picture of the burns on Heath's chest. "I think it is about time we send these pictures to our friends. Leave that to me." Luger sighs but nods. What the fuck were they hiding from him?