TW: threats of rape to get someone to do something, forcing two people to have sex, non-consensual edging and non-con.
Luger is sitting at the table, coffee in one hand, reading something off his phone. Silas comes into the room, sitting beside him. Luger puts his phone down, looking over at Silas.
"Do you know what they are hiding from me?" Luger asks.
"I might," Silas says. "You know they sent a photo of Zack to someone right?"
"Yeah, they didn't tell me who," Luger says. "Zack has so many lovers it is hard to keep track."
"They sent it to Dolph," Silas says. Luger bangs his coffee onto the table, it splashing everywhere.
"They promised me they would keep him out of this whole mess!" Luger shouts.
"Who knows what else they are keeping from you," Silas says. "How long has it been since you've seen Joey?"
"I…he hasn't been down to eat in two nights," Luger says.
"And who else has been missing?" Silas asks. "Haven't seen Martini and Montel around either."
"They have been acting so weird," Luger states. Cornette and DeMott both come racing into the room.
"Do we have any antibiotics?" Cornette asks.
"I'm not sure," Silas says. "Why?"
"Pretty sure Gargano's hands are infected," DeMott says. "They aren't looking good."
"I'll look through the supplies," Silas says, standing up and rushing off toward the supply closet. He sifts through the various items finally reaching the medicine bag. "Do we know if he's allergic to anything?"
"Fuck if I know!" DeMott shouts.
"Is he coherent?" Silas asks. "Is he lucid?"
"Yeah," Cornette says. Silas nods racing up the steps, taking the keys off the rack. He unlocks and opens the door to find Cole with a cold cloth wiping Johnny's head.
"I think he has a fever," Cole says. "You have to do something!"
"I will," Silas says. "Johnny, you have any allergies to any medications?"
"No," Johnny says. Silas nods putting his hand on Johnny's arm leaning in to whisper into his ear.
"We are getting you out of here soon, you just have to get through tonight," Silas says. "You think you can swallow a pill?"
"Probably not," Johnny says. Silas pulls out a pill crusher, a bottle of antibiotics, and a cup.
"You mind filling this up, Adam?" Silas asks. Cole just nods doing as he's told. "Adam, if I tell you the schedule at which he's supposed to take this, can you remember?"
"If you can make sure I can be in here with him," Cole says.
"I can try," Silas says. "But Russo is…"
"He wants me bad," Cole says.
"He seems fixated on you," Silas says. "You just have to keep fighting until tomorrow."
"Okay," Cole says. "I can do that. I'll do my best to get up here when I need to, to give him his meds." Johnny takes the cup, gulping it down.
"Ugh," Johnny says.
"I know," Silas says. "Not the tastiest thing on the planet but this will make sure that the infection won't spread. Does anything else hurt?"
"I don't know," Johnny says. "My hand is just throbbing. I can't…"
"It is all you can focus on," Silas says. "I'm going to change your bandages on your feet. Check you over head to toe. Don't want to miss anything now do we?"
"No, no we don't," Johnny says.
"I'll be right back," Silas says. He walks out the door just as DeMott, Hayes, and Scotty come up the stairs.
"You want to join us?" Hayes asks.
"For what?" Silas asks.
"Having a little fun with Max and Sammy," DeMott answers.
"No thanks, I have to tend to Gargano," Silas says. Scotty sighs, just standing at the top of the stairs.
"Do you really need me?" Scotty asks.
"I guess not," Hayes says. "Let me guess where you are headed, Marko's room?"
"I have never met anyone like him before," Scotty says.
"Alright, go on," Hayes says. Scotty nods to him, taking the key off his belt. Hayes and DeMott open the door and enter Sammy and Max's shared room. Max is sitting on the bed, the bathroom door closed. DeMott grins sitting next to Max. Hayes hears the toilet flush, standing just outside the bathroom door waiting for the other man to exit so that he can grab him. Sammy opens the door seeing Max on the bed, DeMott way too close to him. He turns to look behind him to see Hayes standing there. Sammy could see that Hayes had something in his pocket.
Sammy turns his attention back to Max when he hears him whimper in fear. Sammy's whole body goes cold, his stomach drops when he sees DeMott put his hand on Max's inner thigh. Hayes takes a step forward and Sammy kicks him right between the legs. Hayes hunches over in pain, Sammy kicking him in the face, turning and running toward the bed. He puts himself in between Max and DeMott.
"Don't…" Sammy says. "I'll do anything, just please don't hurt him."
"Okay," DeMott says, standing up. "I want you two to fuck." Max and Sammy look at each other than at DeMott.
"We…we aren't together," Max states.
"Yes, we are aware of that," Hayes says. "But we've seen the chemistry."
"Shit, Michael, your nose," DeMott says. Hayes wipes the blood off his face.
"I've had worse," Hayes says.
"What chemistry?" Sammy asks. "I really do not want to cheat on my boyfriends."
"Oh, boyfriends?" Hayes asks.
"We both have two lovers," Max answers for Sammy. "Spears and Cody are mine."
"And Darby and Jericho are mine," Sammy says. He looks at Max, leaning in to whisper something into his ear. "I think Hayes may have a gun. We…we don't know what he's capable of." Max just nods.
"If…if you'll let us do what we want, then we will have sex," Max says. Hayes and DeMott share a look, DeMott shrugging.
"Eh, why not?" DeMott asks. He leans over talking quietly with Hayes. "We should film it."
"How many cameras?" Hayes asks.
"Two," DeMott answers. "We will let them prep first, then start filming."
"Should we use our phones or the cameras?" Hayes asks.
"Cameras," DeMott says. Hayes just nods exiting the room. DeMott goes over to the locked cabinet in the bathroom grabbing lube and a box of condoms. He tosses the lube onto the bed and setting the box of condoms on the nightstand next to the bed. Sammy inhales looking at Max. Max just smiles, leaning in to plant a small kiss on Sammy's mouth. Sammy grins kissing Max back, running his tongue across those beautiful lips. Max lets Sammy's tongue enter his mouth, Max also deepening the kiss. Sammy grabs onto Max's hip, closing the distance between them so that their bodies are right up against each other.
"Fuck," Max moans, grinding his hip into Sammy. Sammy fights to get Max's shirt off, Max laughs and pulls his shirt off for him. Sammy also takes his shirt off. Max puts a hand on Sammy's chest. Sammy grabs the lube, sliding off the bed, pulling Max to the edge, his feet dangling off. Sammy pulls Max's sweatpants off, now realizing that Max wasn't wearing any underwear.
"Spread your legs," Sammy says. Max spreads his legs giving Sammy full view of his lower half. Sammy gulps, feeling his dick start to harden. Sammy puts a small amount of lube onto his finger running it over Max's hole. Max shivers at the touch. Sammy now realizes that he didn't even ask Max if bottoming to him was okay. He felt it necessary to ask him. "Is this okay?"
"Is…what okay?" Max asks sitting up.
"Are you okay bottoming to me?" Sammy asks. Max just laughs awkwardly. "You…you've never topped have you?"
"Always a bottom," Max answers. "Shawn and Cody never ask if I want to." Sammy frowns sliding up so that he is face to face with Max.
"I'd be willing to bottom to you," Sammy says. "I bottom to Jericho so I'm used to it."
"Not…not right now," Max says shyly.
"Not right now?" Sammy teases. "You planning on this being a recurring thing?"
"It could be," Max teases right back. "Darby and I may have had a moment back at the hotel. Nothing serious just…a feeling."
"Is that so? How many fingers are we talking here?" Sammy asks. Max grins pulling Sammy to him whispering into his ear.
"I've taken the whole fist before," Max says. "I've even taken two at the same time. But I think four should be enough." Max nibbles Sammy's ear. Sammy pushes Max back onto the bed, grabbing the lube.
"You are such a fucking tease," Sammy says.
"Oh, I know," Max says. Max tenses seeing the cameras, one on his right and one directly in front of him. "You are filming this?!" Sammy looks back at the camera. Shit, Sammy does not want this to be filmed, doesn't want their first time to be documented like this. But Sammy is just focusing on keeping Max safe. Making sure nobody touches him, hurts him.
"Max," Sammy says. "Maxwell, look at me." Max looks at him, those piercing eyes staring straight at him. "It is just us, yeah? Focus on me and only me. Do you trust me?"
"Of course I trust you," Max says to him.
"Then, don't worry about the cameras," Sammy says. Max just nods laying his back on the bed. Sammy coats his fingers in lube putting his index finger onto the outside of Max's hole. "Ready?"
"Yeah," Max answers. Sammy pushes his finger into Max. He holds it there getting Max used to it before adding another. Max groans, gripping the bedsheets. "Just…fuck, Sammy…I need you."
"Just a few more," Sammy says. Max just groans in frustration. "Babe, you'll be thankful to be stretched."
"No…no babe," Max says.
"You not into pet names?" Sammy asks, stretching Max with his four fingers.
"Can't stand them," Max says. "Just stick to Max or…better yet, Maxwell." Sammy just grins pulling out his fingers. Max sits up, moving back onto the bed so that Sammy can join him. He turns to grab the condom.
"I…I want to do it like this," Sammy says.
"You don't want to see me?" Max asks.
"I…this fucking angle," Sammy says. Max just smiles, handing Sammy the condom. Max gets on all fours. Sammy has to compose himself; he didn't want to hurt the younger man. Sammy gets a good grip on Max's hips, positioning his dick outside Max's hole. He gently enters him, Max gasps. Sammy slides his dick all the way in, moving Max's body. Max seemed to catch on to what he was looking for, he sits up.
"Should make it easier to find," Max says. Sammy gulps, putting his hand on Max's shoulder pulling him to him, so that Sammy's chest is up against Max's back. Max tenses and Sammy knows he's hit the right spot. Sammy has put his arm across Max's chest. This wasn't like Darby at all; he couldn't explain it even if he tried. Sammy bites Max's shoulder sucking on the skin.
"You like it fast or slow?" Sammy asks.
"Fast," Max answers. "Hard."
"Hard, huh?" Sammy asks. Sammy pulls back his dick so that it is almost out then slams back in again. "Like that?"
"Yes, Sammy, just like that," Max says. Max moans, pushing back against Sammy. "Oh, fuck…"
"Mmhm," Sammy hums. They were now going at a steady pace, each time Sammy hit that spot, the tighter Max got. Sammy reaches in front of him, grabbing onto Max's hard dick. Max turns his head to look at Sammy.
"Sammy," Max says, breathlessly. His whole body is shaking, as Sammy continues to hit his prostate harder and harder. "I…I…" Max can't seem to even speak.
"It's okay," Sammy says. "Cum for me, Maxwell." Max grips onto Sammy's hip, squeezing it tightly, as he moans clenching around Sammy's dick, orgasming into Sammy's hand. Sammy gives one final thrust cumming into the condom. They both have to catch their breaths, but before Sammy can pull out they hear the request of one of the men in the room.
"No," DeMott says. "Don't stop. Do it again."
"Fine," Sammy says. "But I'm switching positions. And changing condoms." Max is gently moved up toward the pillows.
"Now, you want to see me?" Max asks.
"Couldn't see your face when you were cumming the first time," Sammy says. "Besides, I didn't think you could sit on your knees that long." Max just rolls his eyes, gasping when Sammy enters him again. "Wrap your legs around me, Maxwell." Max just does as he's told, leaning up to bite and suck on Sammy's shoulder.
"Just returning the favor," Max says. Sammy goes to grab Max's dick, again being interrupted.
"No hands this time," DeMott orders. Sammy puts one of his hands on Max's hip and the other on Max's shoulder. They both start to pant, sweat glistening their skin, Sammy thrusting into Max at a grueling pace. Max's eyes roll into the back of his head, his back arching off the bed, squirming underneath Sammy. Max moans as he cums yet again.
"One more time," DeMott requests.
"You have got to be kidding me?" Sammy asks.
"You can do it," DeMott says. "You two are young after all." Sammy looks down at Max, who at this point looks exhausted. "Unless you want me to do it for you."
"No!" Sammy shouts. "Don't touch him! Max, hey, Max."
"Huh? What?" Max asks.
"Just…just one more time," Sammy says. Max groans.
"I'm so sore," Max says.
"I know," Sammy says. "We have to, Maxwell. Just one more time." Max looks up at him, seeing the concern and worry in Sammy's eyes.
"O…okay," Max says. "You didn't get off last time did you?"
"No," Sammy says. "It's okay though." Sammy starts to thrust into Max again. Max is so overstimulated and tired he doesn't know how he's even going to get off. But Sammy is yet again hitting that spot. Sammy has started to pant, resting his head onto Max's shoulder.
Fuck, Max was so open for him; he would love nothing more than to do this without a condom on. To empty himself into Max, to make him realize just how much he…loves him?
Sammy pulls enough strength to lift his head and look at Max. Max had his eyes shut, a tear escaping one eye down his face. Sammy kisses Max hard on the mouth, thrusting hard into him. Max moans loudly thrusting his hips with Sammy's movements. Max grips onto Sammy's arms, sweat forming on his forehead.
"Don't…don't stop…" Max says.
"I won't," Sammy promises. They were moving together, seamlessly, effortlessly. Max tenses, the grip on Sammy's arms his back arching off the bed as he screams in pleasure cumming for a third time in such a short time. Sammy moans also cumming into the condom. Sammy collapses onto Max, both completely exhausted.
"Well, that was quite a show," Hayes says. "I knew there was chemistry there. Not every day a person can make you cum three times. Bet Cody and Shawn have never done that." And he was right, nobody had ever made Max cum so many times. He didn't know about Sammy, but this was making him question his relationships even more. Sammy gently removes himself from Max, wincing when he takes the condom off.
"Might want to get a shower together," DeMott says. "Water isn't going to stay warm for very long. Yet again, maybe you need the cold shower." Hayes snickers picking up the cameras and walking out of the room. He hands the cameras over to DeMott noticing Luger charging up to them. Luger pushes Hayes roughly.
"What the fuck is your problem?!" Hayes shouts.
"What is my problem? Oh I don't know the fact that you sent a message to my son without even telling me!" Luger shouts. "I thought we agreed on not having Dolph involved!"
"I do not have an argument for that," Hayes says. "We should have told you."
"No shit you should have told me!" Luger says. "And what the hell else are you hiding, huh?"
"I don't know what you mean," Hayes says.
"Bullshit," Luger states. Hayes sighs, but pulls out his phone, pulling up the message they sent to Kip and Jerry. Luger looks down at it in disbelief, this was happening in the same house as him and he didn't know. How could he be so stupid? He shoves the phone into Hayes chest.
"I wouldn't do that if I were you," Hayes says. "Are you sure you want to see what's going on behind that door, Lex?"
"He's my son!" Luger yells. He kneels down and starts to pick the lock to Martini and MVP's shared room. His stomach drops when he hears the pleas.
"Stop, no more, no more, please," Janela begs.
"If you would stop struggling and just give in, then maybe we'd let you," MVP says. "Have you not learned?"
"Obviously not, Montel," Martini says. Janela chokes out a moan, pulling at what sound like handcuffs to Luger. His hands were shaking terribly but he had to get in there. "Are you going to behave?"
"Agh," Janela says. "I just want it to be over!"
"It won't end until you give in, JJ," Martini says. Janela starts to sob, MVP shushing him.
"We don't want to do this, you know?" MVP says. "I think I could really grow to love you, JJ. If you just give us a chance, you could grow to love us too. All we want to do is take care of you. You deserve that much. Let us take care of you."
"I…" Janela says. "I could try."
"That's all we ask," Martini says. Luger finally gets the door unlocked; pushing on it, but it won't open. Was it barricaded? Did they barricade his son in that room with them so that he couldn't get out? They were already fucking with his head as it is, keeping him isolated would only make that worse. "Ignore it. Montel, grab the earplugs."
"God dammit, let me in!" Luger shouts as he starts to kick at the door.
"Wait," Janela says, panicking when the earplugs are put into his ears, he didn't think he could survive this again.
"Hey, we aren't putting the blindfold on," Martini says.
"Don't fucking touch him!" Luger shouts, pushing on the door. Luger looks over at Silas, pleading with his eyes. Janela groans as he is flipped over onto his stomach. His wrists were still connected to the handcuffs. He can't hear anything. Janela looks back at Martini, now realizing he doesn't have a condom on.
"Don't you trust me?" Martini asks. "I won't hurt you. You are already so stretched out and wet for me. Won't take long to make you cum, since we have been delaying it for so long." Janela just thinks back to what Brandon said, fake it until we are rescued. But barebacking wasn't what he had in mind.
"We got to speed this up," MVP says looking behind him at the door. Martini just nods putting lube onto his dick, slowly and carefully sliding it into Janela. He could feel Martini hitting that spot again. He can't hear the noises he is making, can't hear Martini's words, all he can focus on was just how good it felt.
They had been taking him closer and closer to climax but pulled back, that had been going on for a good half an hour. Janela is trying so hard to fight back the urge to rock back onto Martini's dick, to remind himself that he didn't actually want this. But he is absolutely overcome and mesmerized by this feeling. He pushes back against Martini. His head is throbbing, he feels like he is drowning yet flying at the same time.
He feels hot hands on his dick and he's climbing ever so closer to climaxing. He feels his body tense and he grips onto the handcuffs tightly, as he shoots his load into MVP's hand. It takes a while for him to ride it out, feels never-ending, part of him doesn't want it to end. He feels something warm shoot into him. MVP pulls his hands off Janela's dick, Martini still inside him. The door is opened, the dresser in front of the door slowly being pushed aside.
Luger enters the room, seeing the sight. MVP is in the bathroom getting the bath ready. Martini can't react quickly enough, as Luger pouches on top of him, Martini forced to pull out of Janela forcibly. Silas is beside Janela, slowly pulling out the earplugs, uncuffing him from the bed. He helps him to stand.
"What the fuck?!" MVP shouts. "Hey! Get off of him! Martin!" MVP pushes Luger off of Martini covering Martini with his body protecting him from any more of the beating.
"Touch my son again, you won't get off so easy," Luger says. "You disgust me."
"Touché," Martini says. "I'm fine, Montel."