Disclaimer: I don't own anyone.
Rated: M
Warning(s): Slash, Dom/sub, Toys, Punishment, etc.

In the world of Randy Orton, life was either entirely black or entirely white. As far as he was concerned, there was no time where the two should ever cross. The betrayal of his two boys, Cody and Ted, fit into that continuum.

Cody and Ted had deemed themselves 'above' their master and had decided to reveal to the WWE Universe that Randy 'abused' them. Randy was fairly certain that if what he did was considered abuse, than Cody and Ted were sadists. They loved every minute where their master brutally claimed them. Sometimes, they even went so far as to act in a way that would warrant a firm hand of discipline from Randy. And he was abusive? To hell with that!

As soon as they entered the locker room, Cody and Ted could tell that they had crossed the metaphorical line. Normally, Randy would be waiting for them, fresh out of his shower and dripping with murky, luscious beads of soap-water. However, Randy was nowhere to be seen. Ted shot a look at the smaller brunette, who decided to just shake off the sense of unfamiliarity and make himself ready to head back to the hotel room.

"Hey, baby-boy?" Ted asked as he raised the shirt off over his head and tossed it into his bag. "You don't think that Randy was actually offended by what we said out there, do you?"

Cody rolled his eyes. "If he was, then the man needs a thicker skin. Really. I mean, it's only a storyline. He knows that we don't really think like that." But then, he hesitated for a minute. "He does know that, doesn't he?"

"I don't know. That's why I asked you." There was a hint of fear in Ted's voice. "But, really, it can't be all that bad. I mean, his match earlier went well. That should make him feel better."

Cody blinked at him slowly. "Yeah, but that was only after Wade Barrett landed a cheap shot to his back and had him limping back to the locker room. Face it, Teddy. We're screwed."

Ted worried his bottom lip. "Literally."

Over the next few minutes, an awkward silence floated between the two men. All of the different semi-erotic, semi-painful possibilities floated in and out of their minds. Randy could be merciless when he wanted to be, and in a situation like this, both men doubted that he would be showing the laid-back nature that they knew and loved. No, they knew that this would be a brutal, forceful fuck. And, secretly, they would love every minute of it.

Both men decided to opt out of their showers. If they took the time to shower, that would mean that Randy's need to punish them would remain unfulfilled for that much longer (and their need to be punished would remain unsatisfied as well). So, they hurried out to Ted's rental car and threw all of the stuff into the trunk. Without wasting any time, they clambered inside and started the ten minute drive back to the hotel.

"Sometimes, I think that Randy really overreacts to this stuff." Cody whined. "We didn't mean it."

Ted shot him a look out of the corner of his eye. "Did you mean to get drunk and kiss Batista at the Christmas party? No. But it was within your power to say no to the drink."

Cody looked at him, adorable confusion etched on his pretty-boy face. "What the hell does that have to do with this?"

"Randy sees it as a betrayal and he has to handle it as such." Ted clarified.

"I can remember my one art teacher told me that there were over fifty shades of gray. It makes you wonder why Randy chooses to see only in black and white, and not to notice all of the shady stuff in the middle."

Ted looked at Cody as if he had obtained a third head. "First of all, numbskull, Fifty Shades of Gray is an erotic fantasy book. There are a lot more than fifty different shades of gray."

"Maybe we should buy that for Randy for Christmas." Cody offered nonchalantly.

"What? So Randy can get in touch with his inner Anastasia? Do you realize how many shades of blue our asses would be if we bought that for him?"

"It was only a suggestion." Cody raised his hands innocently.

"A damn stupid suggestion."

Neither man realized that their bickering had caused the ten minute drive back to the hotel to fly by in the blink of an eye. By the time they realized that they had arrived, Ted had already pulled into one of the spots in front of the hotel and had cut the engine. Hesitantly, both men climbed out of the car and started to head toward the front door. They steeled their emotions to take any kind of surprise or punishment that waited for them.

"Are you ready for this, Cody?" Ted shot his younger lover a look.

The American Nightmare swallowed hard and nodded. "Yeah. I think I am. What about you?"

Ted took a deep breath and nodded as well. "Let's do this."

Randy held the belt in his hand, leather folded over leather to form a tight, controlled whip. The metal clasp was in the ideal position to cause the optimum sting. Slowly, Randy smacked the belt against his hand. Once. Twice. Three times. As he did this, he circled around the bed. His icy blue eyes scanned over the trembling bodies of his two babies, both of which were handcuffed to the bed with their asses in the air.

First was Ted. Randy always liked to be a little more violent with Ted, mostly because he knew that the bigger blond could take it. His was built to endure the stress, to go that extra mile. Randy ordered him to count each hit as the belt came down on his rounded bottom, hitting the tender under curve of his ass every time. The loud, somewhat seductive slap of the leather on his untainted skin echoed in the silence. Fifty smacks and his debt was paid.

Cody was already trembling with fear, tears streaking down his pretty face as he saw the damage to Ted's ass out of the corner of his eye. The poor man looked like a lawnmower had run over his ass! Randy circled around the bed and Cody steeled himself for the impact, but it never came. The anticipation built in his chest, almost like he was waiting for an explosion that didn't seem like it wanted to come. But then, Randy took his hair and tilted his head back.

"Do you think that I'm gonna hurt you, Cody?" Randy hissed. He almost sounded offended by the idea, but Cody couldn't tell for sure. All he knew was that the tears continued to fall and he couldn't stop them.

"N-No. You'd never hurt me." Cody forced the words out. It wasn't that he didn't believe them, but that it was so difficult to talk around the sobs that were building in his chest.

"Then, don't cry. Don't act like I'd ever raise a hand to you to hurt you, because you know that I would never do that. Just relax and it won't hurt as much." Randy instructed him.

"B-But…" Cody choked out. He was terribly embarrassed, but afraid at the same time.

"Relax." Randy softly shushed him. It was only after he relaxed that he landed the first strike.

Randy was swift with his torture, but he made sure that Cody would feel it for several days. Unlike with Ted, he didn't focus on one area in particular. Instead, he did twenty strokes that even started to snake their way up Cody's back. Cody was crying out in the end, knowing that he had disappointed his master and knowing that this wasn't supposed to be pleasurable, and it wasn't. In fact, he couldn't wait until it was over and he had earned Randy's forgiveness.

Once the belt was thrown aside, both submissives breathed a sigh of relief. But Randy was far from done with them. Crawling over to Ted, he uncuffed him from the bed (but kept his wrists handcuffed together) and pushed him down onto his stomach. Once there, he took pre-lubed anal beads and slowly started to slide them into Ted's unprepared entrance. Ted moaned at the uncomfortable intrusion, feeling himself start to stretch unwillingly.

When the beads were all inside of him, Randy moved Ted over so that he sat on Cody's chest, his fat, pulsing erection mere inches away from the boy's mouth. Situating a cock ring onto Cody's cock, he pushed Ted forward and watched as Cody took the entire girth into his mouth at once. And then, with no lube and no preparation, he slid home inside of Cody. He could almost feel his beautiful baby start to burn and tear.

Cody let Ted's cock fall out of his mouth. "Fuck, Randy! That hurts!" But Randy only continued to ease himself in until he was all the way inside, and then, ever so slowly, started to draw himself out. "Fuck!"

"Don't lie to yourself, Cody. Embrace the pain. You like it when I fuck you like this, don't you? Especially when Teddy fucks your pretty little face?" Randy talked him through the pain until his thrusts became a little easier.

After a few minutes, Randy started to move faster. He used Cody's body, watching as the petite brunette thrust this way and that to try and avoid the perfect build-up of sensations in the pit of his stomach. The sensations that couldn't be released because of that damn cock ring. Randy came first, pumping into Cody as Cody's channel clamped down around him so beautifully. He pulled out a minute later and watched as his cum slowly oozed out of Cody's hole.

Rolling out of the scene, Randy took hold of the end of the string of beads and slowly started to pull them out of Ted's ass. That was the end for Ted. He came, spurt after spurt filling Cody's mouth. Cody swallowed every last bit of it, not letting a bit of it be wasted. And then, after a few sharp strokes to Cody's cock, Randy took the cock ring off and let his boy finish with absolutely no stimulation whatsoever.

As they all came down from their highs, Ted and Cody each rolled over and curled into Randy's side. "Are you still mad at us, or are we forgiven?" Ted asked breathlessly.

"You both were excellent. You're forgiven." Randy told him as he kissed both of their shoulders. "I love you. Both of you."

Ted and Cody smiled. "We love you too."

And they all fell off into peaceful slumber, comforted in the arms of their lovers.

A/N: Okay, so here is the deal. This story will be on request only. To put in a request for a new chapter, you put in a 'one-word' prompt (for example, this one was 'punishment') and a pairing. Sound like a deal? I'd love to hear your suggestions!