This is part one of a two-part one shot series. It is based on the idea that John Cena was not injured so he has a match against the Undertaker at Wrestlemania 32. That was the plan this year until John was found unable to perform.) rose waldron 9 and jaderose1

Big Bad John

Late one February night Randy pulled down the winding dirt road to a ranch in Dallas, Texas. He stopped out front of a large, white house. When he got out he heard a few dogs barking. From the sound of them they were very large dogs. Actually, he knew for a fact they were as he had seen them himself before. He headed for the steps looking around for where they may be. He reached the front door, ringing the doorbell. The door opened, showing a tall blonde woman with cool eyes.

"Oh...Hey, Randy. What you doing out this way?" She greeted him warmly.

"Hey, Shell...your man in?" Randy asked. "Got some shop I need to talk to him about."

"He's out in the barn." She cocked her head, motioning in the distance. "You want me to call him up for you?"

"No...no...I'll go out to him." Randy replied as he closed his jacket around him, guarding him from the cool night air.

"Um...yeah, sure thing. Just hope he doesn't bite your head off. He hates being disturbed when working on a project." She told him.

"Yeah, I remember. Well, give the little one my love." Randy smiled before he turned to head off the porch and head for the car to drive closer to the large barn.

Parking he headed for the large door that was cracked open to let the sound of rock music and sawing fill the air. Randy peeked his head inside, seeing the large man he was seeking standing hunched over a large piece of wood he was cutting. He walked in quietly and slowly. He wasn't sure how to announce himself without disturbing him.

Suddenly the man stopped working. "You know it's rude to sneak up on someone don't you?" The man spoke slowly and deliberately.

"Ye...Yeah, Taker." Randy replied. The large man...The Undertaker was an intimidating man outside the ring almost as much as in.

Over the years the two had become friends, but yet The Undertaker still gave the younger man chills at times. He set his tools down and brushed his hands off. "So, what do I owe the pleasure, Randy?" Taker asked, looking at him.

"I need your help. Actually, many of the guys in the locker room need your help." Randy replied.

"I am not in that world much anymore, Randy. What is it I can do? What is going on?" Taker asked, walking closer.

"It's John...he has gotten totally out of hand." Randy stated.
"John? Cena? I thought you two were close...as in real close?" Taker commented, raising a brow.

"We...um...we were. He broke my trust though when he didn't trust me. I was having a rough time a while back...had a few drinks nothing more and he got the wild notion I was popping pills again!" Randy raised his voice slightly. "He fucking went in my bag without permission trying to find something. He even turned me in on suspicion of drug use!" Randy continued. "He has done it to other guys too. Fuck, he is out of control. I know he thinks he runs the locker room like you used to do because you're not there anymore...but even you had respect for the other guys and they did for you. John seems to have little to no respect for them...and they all resent him for it. He needs a lesson taught. A lesson that only you can give him."

"You mean my cabin?" Taker asked, leaning in closer to Randy. Thr younger man gulped.
"I..I don't know...maybe if he won't listen to you. Maybe try to talk to him first. Maybe see if you can get him to see the flaw in this." Randy told him.

"Fine...I can catch him at the show next week when I'm there." Taker told Randy.

"Thanks...I hope he will at least listen to you." Randy tried to smile. He shook Taker's hand then let the large man return to his work and he returned to the car to leave, hoping that John would listen as he was not sure he wanted him to face the harder way.

The week passed and it was time for Taker to make his appearance on Raw. John was waiting to speak to the older man about their big feud going into Mania. It was set to be in Taker ' s home state and John was excited to be working with the living legend. Although both men had been in the company for years their matches together had been few and far between. John knew this was sure to make waves with the fans. He sat back in a chair dressed in his ring gear as he waited. They were set to meet in John's locker room to talk over the details of the feud.

A loud knock came from the door as John was lost in thought. John moved to quickly walk to the door and open it. He saw Taker and stepped back with a smile. "Hey, come on in."

"Hey." Taker replied as he walked in still dressed in his jeans, t-shirt and leather coat. A bandana was tied around his head.

John gestured to one of the chairs. "Feel free to have a seat. I'm excited about the show tonight." John's passion for the business was clear to see.

"Me too." Taker moved to sit. "I enjoy the fans." He looked at John, debating business or personal first. He thought best to handle business first.

John took a seat close to Taker. He seemed respectful enough as they talked over the details of the promo and how the feud was going to be played out. John stretched after a few minutes. "I think that covers everything unless you think we left anything out."

"Concerning that no." Taker replied simply. "There is another matter though I wish to bring up to you."

John looked a little surprised but gave a nod. "Sure thing. What is it?"

"I heard you've been getting heat in the back. That you have been approached about it, but you act like you don't care." Take replied simply.

A slight hardness came into John's eyes at the words. "I hold others to the same high standard as myself." He said. "I think after busting my ass for over twelve years I've earned that right. I'm no different than how you were...or Hunter."

"I still respected personal space." Taker replied. "If someone was suspected of doing something wrong they were approached directly and not snitched on...more so without proof. You have cost younger guys their jobs...some of the older guys to lose key spots because you suspect something that may not even by true."

John tried not to glare at the imposing man. "Look, I really look up to you. I do. But I do things my way. Let's just drop it." Years of being the top company guy had made John a little cocky.

Taker slowly stood up. "Your way is getting people hurt, John. Doesn't that matter at all to you?"

For a moment John looked unsure but then his eyes hardened again. "I'm not hurting anyone. They just need to fall in line."

Taker sighed with a shake of his head. He glanced down at his watch. "Well, I need to go get changed. See you out there." He headed for the door, walking out.

John was left alone in the room. For a moment the bravado faded as he thought of Randy. He felt a tightness in his chest as he thought over how strained things were between them now. Oh well, it was not his fault Randy had gotten so sensitive over a misunderstanding. He went about his pre match stretches. The show went as planned and time passed closer and closer to Wrestlemainia and the match between the two men. As time went on more and more people approached the veteran in private adding their own stories about John on top of the ones Randy had shared. Taker gained more and more fuel for what was being planned. A few more times he would try to approach John about the matter, but it always ended the same. John felt he earned the right to police the whole company even if he had no proof to back up his actions.

John was growing more defensive from Taker ' s multiple talks. It made the younger man feel like a scolded kid and he was taking it out on everyone around him. If anything he grew more strict. He began to separate himself from others, only smiling in front of the fans. Randy approached Taker again one day after the show. They met up at Taker's hotel room, the older man letting Randy inside.

"This isn't working. What ever you are saying or doing to him is just making things worse it seems." Randy exclaimed.

"Well, I can't do anything else until we reach Texas next week." Taker told him calmly. "The hard part will be getting him to my place."

"Well, how about backing down until then...then I guess...hmm...invite him to your place maybe a meal to talk final match ideas." Randy suggested.

"That may work." Taker replied. "Okay, I'll back off until then."

"Thanks...hope that stops John acting like a ticking time bomb around the guys." Randy told him. They exchanged a few more words before Randy left for the night. John did seem to calm a bit when Taker left him alone in the days that followed. When the older man invited John to his place after they arrived in Texas John took it to mean he was finally being respected as an equal. The evening he was invited John arrived in his rental and parked in front of the house. He was dressed in casual pants and a blue button down shirt. He got out of the car and walked up to the front door, giving a knock.

Michelle opened the door, giving John a warm smile. "Hey, John...long time no see."

John offered a dimpled smile in return. It was a warm smile he had not offered many lately. "Hey, Shell. Thanks for having me." He held out a bottle of wine. "Just a small thank you."

She smiled, taking the bottle looking it over. "Thank you. This will actually go nicely with dinner tonight. You can either keep me company in the kitchen or I can show you the living room."

"I'll go to the living room if you don't mind. It's been a long day." John replied.

"Of course. You can follow me." She lead John to a large family room then stopped, seeing the two young girls watching cartoons. "Oh, maybe the sunroom would be quieter." She mused.

"That sounds nice." John said thankfully.

She led John toward the back of the large house and a set of french doors. She opened the doors to show the enclosed porch. "There is a stereo in the corner if you want to put some music on." She smiled. "I'll let my husband know you are here."

"Thanks." John smiled as he took a seat in one of the plush chairs. He sank back in it with a contented sigh as he waited.

It was about ten minutes or so before Taker walked in wearing the jeans and a tank top. He was wiping his hands with a bandana. "Hey, John." He greeted. "Would of been up sooner but I was working on one of my babies." He gave a smile that looked almost like a smirk. "Being a car guy I'm sure you know what it's like."

John nodded with an enthusiastic nod. Cars were truly a passion for him he could get lost in. "I know exactly what you mean. Time stands still for me when I'm playing with my babies."

"You ever been on a steel horse?" Taker asked as he took a seat.

John may have looked sad a moment before nodding. "Yeah...one of Randy's once...it was nice but cars are more my thing."

"I seen the videos. Impressive collection. I own a few classics. Nothing like yours. I just always liked the freedom of a two-wheeler." Taker told him. "Oh, thanks for the wine...I was planning on having Shell opening a bottle for us. Did she tell you the menu?"

John shook his head no. "I took a stab in the dark with the red wine...I figured being a Texan you would like your red meat." He paused a moment. "You think I could look at your classics sometime?"

"Sure, maybe later tonight." Taker told him. "As for the menu I know you're a meat guy...so we have porterhouse steaks and grilled vegetables."

"Sounds great." John said thankfully. He was near starving after a day catering to the fans.

The men talked for a while before Michelle walked back in. "Foods about ready, Boys." She smiled. "I set the girls up in the kitchen to eat."

"Thanks, Dear." Taker replied before he stood up. He looked at John as she vanished from sight. "Guess she figured you would want a quiet meal." He gave a dry laugh.

"That's a nice thought not that I would have minded. I've played with kids all day today." John gave a laugh.

"I know." Taker replied, leading John to the dining room. Taker offered John a seat and went to pour the wine for them before he sat down and they began the meal. Joking and chatting went on for a while until John began to feel a little dizzy.

"You okay, John?" Michelle asked.

"Yeah, fine...just a long day." John replied.

Taker looked over with a nod. "I'll show you where you can rest." He told John standing up.

"No...I'm good." John replied slightly slurred.

"Sure you are, Boy." Taker laughed.

"I'm not a boy." John protested as Taker got up and moved to help John.

"Dear?" Michelle began to ask.

"It will be fine...put the food away and tell the girls good night for me." He replied.

"Okay, Dear." She tried not to sigh as Taker walked with John out the side of the house and to a jeep.

Taker secured John before he took off for a dirt road that led deeper into the property. He stopped outside an old looking wood cabin. By that time John was out cold so the large man hoisted him up and inside. It looked like one large room. There were a few doors that must lead somewhere though. Chains hung down from the ceiling over a wooden chair. Taker propped John in the chair and stripped his shirt off before connecting the chains to his wrists. He was facing a wall that had some news clippings and photos attached of some of the people affected by John's actions.

Taker then headed for a door near a large mirror. Past the door was a small bedroom where Randy was waiting, looking through the two way mirror. "Now we just wait for him to wake up." Taker told the younger man.

John slowly woke as he began to stir. His head felt a little clouded at first. "What the hell?" He tried to think about what had happened. Last he remembered he was having dinner with Taker and Michelle. He went to move and realized he was chained and his dress shirt had been removed. His heart pounded as he noticed the articles on the wall. All of Taker's talks came rushing back. He had heard rumors of the older man's methods but didn't take them seriously. Well, this was not going down like this. He was not some scared rookie. "Hey!" He shouted angrily. "Hey!"

Taker headed for the door when Randy called out. "I'm coming out with you."

"That isn't wise." Taker replied, not looking back. "Don't you trust me, Randy?"

"I know first hand what you are capable of...and I'm the one that put John in this position. Don't I deserve to be out there?"

"He will hate you." Taker stated.

Randy sighed. "He already does."

Taker gave a dry chuckle. "Very well." He pointed toward a closet. "But you may want to put a robe on until you are sure you wish him to see your face." Taker headed back into the main room, shutting the door behind him. "Hello, Sleeping Beauty."

John jumped at the deep tone. There may have been a flash of fear in his eyes but it was soon masked with outrage. "What the fuck did you give me?" He hissed, jerking in the chains. "I can't believe this!"

"Guess you couldn't handle your wine so well, John." Taker replied. A cool smile brushed his lips. He walked closer to John then slowly around him.

"Bullshit." John almost hissed out. His chest was heaved slightly. "I drink wine every evening."

"Well, I doubt it was my wife's cooking." Taker laughed. The door opened again and Randy walked out in what was reminiscent of the druid's robes.

"You fucking drugged me! You know how I feel about that shit!" John yelled. He looked at the cloaked figure. "What is this? You've went too far, Taker. I respect you but this crosses a line."

"Oh, simmer yourself down." Taker told him. "Seems the only way you would remotely listen. You will be fine." Taker stopped in front of John. "You try to hold everyone to an unobtainable standard...even yourself. By doing so you are breaking a code we all hold to."

John's voice lowered to show the rage he was feeling. "I'm not guilty of anything except being the best I can. Vince tells me every day I'm holding the company together. Now...get me out of these fucking chains or I'm afraid I'll have to let the law know about this."

Taker laughed. "You think that's the first time I have heard that threat? As for not guilty...how many guys have you pushed down with your empty accusations to keep that top spot? How many times have you went into guys bags just hoping to find something on them? Then if you think you do...no matter how small you run off and tell the office?" Taker gave a scoff. "I bet you have lost count by now."

"I...I never did that without good reason. Our company has a reputation to uphold." John protested. "As for keeping the top spot I do that by being the first one to work and the last to leave. I give up my fucking days off half the time...I work my ass off."

"That last part may be true...as for the other who made you the police of the locker rooms?" Taker tilted his head. "And before you turn that around on me, John...many of the guys over the years have placed me in that role. Dedication and respect has placed in in that role. You talk of hustle, loyalty, and respect." He laughed, standing back upright. "Oh, yeah...you hustle alright. Almost break your back for the company. I'll give you that. What of the others though? The company is not just one man, John. Where is your loyalty and respect for the other stars? We are a family back there and you are breaking it apart!" Taker worked to keep the cool demeanor he was known for.

John felt like he was under attack. Years of being top guy had made him a bit cocky. "I have nothing more to say. You know my pull with Vince. Either let me the fuck go or there will be consequences. You know there is a no fighting policy and you're keeping me against my will. What are you gonna do...hit me? Then I show up to work and they'll tear you apart."

"You think you really outrank me?" Taker laughed. "Want to know how much damage you caused?" He walked over to the wall that had the photos, grabbing a small remote. He hit a button and slowly every tale he was told over the last month began to play through a speaker somewhere. The voices were distorted to hide who it was speaking.

If possible John grew angrier with every new thing said about him. He had worked so hard and this was the thanks he got? His chest heaved in outrage as he listened. "Not at high as you thought are you?" Taker asked as he cut the playback off. He walked to John, looming over him. "Wonder what other stories about you are true?"

"What stories?" John exclaimed. His blue eyes were dark with outrage.

"That your mouth is good at other things then cutting promos." Taker told John, leaning down over him. As he did he moved a hand to press down over John's lap. Randy remained quiet, fighting wanting to speak up.

John jerked away angrily at the touch. He had not been touched sexually since things grew strained with Randy. "Who the fuck told you that?" He had only given a handful of guys oral over the years. Hearing that made him feel betrayed.

"That doesn't matter." Taker told John as his hand moved to grip into John's leg. "I been eyeing you for a while, John." He braced his other hand on John's other leg to lean in. "Why do I have a feeling you're the kind that likes playing hard to get?" His piercing green eyes seemed to almost want to bore into John's baby blues and into his head.

John swallowed hard as the eyes almost mesmerized him. "W-What about Michelle? You always look at others behind her back?"

"She knows of my rougher tastes." Take faintly licked his lips. "She is the only woman in my eyes...well, in that way." He laughed.

"Well, you can go take your 'tastes' somewhere else. I doubt you'd bend over for me and I've only submitted to one other guy." John rattled the chains. "This isn't exactly winning me over either."

"I think you like it more than you let on." Taker told him. "As for not bending over for you." Taker laughed. "You got that right." He looked at Randy. "Go in the closet and grab the medical satchel."

Randy lifted his head slightly and hesitated. Was this going too far? "Move it." Taker snapped at him.

John felt his heart race at the words. Surely Taker wouldn't really hurt him...would he? "Just let me go...I'll forget this ever happened." He tried to reason as he fought to free his wrists from the chains.

Taker turned his head to gaze in John's eyes. "When was the last time you just let go?" He spoke slow. Something in his voice was almost droning...hypnotic. Something in his eyes wanted to cloud John's brain. Randy slowly moved to one of the other doors, opening it to expose a large storage closet.

John was still terrified but something in the deep voice made his head feel groggy as if he were almost drugged. Some of the frantic fight left the younger man. "A long time." He replied in an almost quiet tone. It was true. He clutched onto control in every aspect of his life. Randy had been the only one who was able to bring him to the place of surrender and even that was a rarity.

"You miss it." Taker almost whispered as he moved one hand closer to John's crotch again. "I can have you give all that power to me...and you will crave more."

John's breath hitched slightly, his body showing his feelings even if his lips did not admit it. His cock twitched in the pants. "Thought so." Taker replied as Randy brought the bag over, setting it next to Taker. It looked like an old leather medical satchel with the flap and buckle.

John felt scared, disoriented and turned on all at once. His glazed eyed turned to eye the medical bag. "What are you going to do to me?" A little fear could be heard in the question. It was so hard for the man to let go.

"Nothing too bad." Taker replied as he stood up to move for the bag. "Don't worry you will still be in shape for our match...I wouldn't dare jeopardise that." He laughed. John began to struggle again at the almost cold laugh although it was a little more subdued than before. He hated the unknown and knew whatever was coming could not be good. "Stand up for me, John." Taker told him, looking the bag over.

John shook his head. His eyes actually looked afraid although he was trying to hide it and a little arousal bubbled under the surface.

"Hard way it is then." Taker walked to grab the remote he had from before and hit another button. This time a small motor could be heard and the chains on John's wrists were slowly pulled up toward the ceiling. John gave a gasp as his body was pulled to a standing position. His wrists hurt from struggling as they were pulled above his head. Goosebumps covered his bare chest. Taker stopped them before John was forced on his tiptoes. He glanced at Randy. "Lower his pants for me." Randy gave a shaky breath as he had no clue he was going to be hands on in this. He made his way over closer to John.

John looked at the cloaked man, having no idea who it was under the robe. His cheeks flushed at the idea of being stripped. "Don't do this." He said softly. His tenting in the pants showed the slight excitement he was also experiencing.

Randy stopped before John. He debated exposing himself or not. Would it calm John or make him more irate with him? "Do it or you can take his place." Taker snapped at him. Randy's heart raced and his breath quickened. He set this plan in motion but had things gone too far? He knew first hand what Taker was capable of. Why did he think maybe the older man had changed some over the years?

John saw the man's hesitation even under the robe. Even though he would not admit it a part of him knew he deserved Taker's wrath and not the other man. "Go ahead." He gave in quietly. Randy bit his lip, moving his hands to begin to unbuckle John belt. As he moved spots of black were seen from the edges of the sleeves. John focused on the arm as it moved. It seemed vaguely familiar, At one point the robe sleeve fell back enough to reveal more of the black ink. "R-Randy?" John asked softly in disbelief.

Randy froze as he hands moved to his side. He very slowly lifted his head to expose his face. In his normally cool if not cold icy eyes was a look uncommon to him. A look of regret. "Yeah." He huffed a breath.

John felt hurt that after all they shared Randy would allow him to be drugged, kidnapped and humiliated this way. He tried not to show how he was feeling. "Why would you do this?"

"I...I guess I didn't think it would progress this far." Randy told him. "I...I told him about how you were acting." He tried to plead. "I was mad...I was hurt."

"Finish." Taker called over.

John gave a sigh. He knew Taker's mind was made up. Screaming at Randy would only drag out the inevitable. "Go ahead...do as he says."

"I should just let him use me." Randy stated.

"Look closer...his protests are not as strong as you think." Taker commented. Randy looked confused then saw the straining form of John's dress pants. John's cheeks flushed as Randy took in the straining bulge. He did enjoy submitting at rare times but only for certain people and when it was almost forced out of him.

Randy reached for John's pants, pulling the zipper to see the bulge of his briefs more. He took a hand, cupping John's package. He looked up toward John's face again.A small groan left John before he could stop it. His cock twitched at Randy's touch. The younger man had always been able to turn him on without really even trying. "The briefs too." Taker told Randy. Randy licked his lips before he moved his hands to lower the last piece of clothing over John's modesty. He then lowered the hood as there was no point to keep it up anymore.

John felt humiliated strung up naked in front of the Dead Man. Add to it the fact that he was almost fully hard only made it worse. His eyes lowered to the floor, unable to look at Randy at the moment. "Okay...move to the side." Taker ordered and Randy did. Take looked John over. "Hmm need a different one." He commented as he turned back toward the bad, searching. John was terrified but he could only hope Randy would not let Taker hurt him too much. For a brief second he had flashes of guys being mutilated and sterilized by mad men in such a setting in horror movies.

Taker pulled out a metal item that looked like a curved tube. "Already hard not sure how much this will work." He pulled a small tube of lube from his jeans pocket, using some inside the tube. John shuddered as he tried to guess what was coming. He knew it would do no good to threaten or plead with the older man. Taker clicked open the end of it and slid the cool metal over John's cock. Being semi-hard already it was a snug fit. The part Taker had opened closed behind John's balls, securing it. "You liked being cocky...let's see how you like a cage."

John felt humiliated and some of his fear was turning into outrage. "Not like I wanted to cum anyway." He snapped out. "This is not my idea of a good time."

"Love how your bravado hides your feelings." Taker commented as he moved back for the bag.

"Well, I don't fucking want any of this." John yelled out. He struggled with the chains over his head, feeling his wrists growing sore as they were rubbed raw.

"Your body says otherwise...or is it because you don't want Randy to see you like this?" Taker pulled out a leather paddle that was studded on one side. "See, I know something about you, John." Taker commented as he walked behind the younger man.

"You don't know shit!" John exclaimed. There was truth in Taker's words. John rarely submitted even for Randy. It was a blow for him to be seen what he perceived as weak in front of him. No matter how he tried to hide it John still cared what Randy thought of him.

"I been studying you for a while...call it a hobby of mine...studying people. You like pain." Taker stated simply. He then swatted John's ass with the smooth side of the paddle. John gave a pant at the slight sting. Taker was exactly right. It was something Randy didn't even know. He enjoyed being roughed up on occasion but was too proud to ask for it. His cock wanted to press in the confines of the cage. Taker gave a few more swats. "It seems the bigger the pain...the more you want to get off on it." Taker turned the paddle, exposing the studs before bringing them down on John's tinted ass.

John gave a pained cry that ended in a moan as the studs struck his heated flesh. His trapped manhood began to grow painful from the heated energy his body was feelings. "Yes, knew you would like that." Taker hit John a few more times. "I but you're the kind that love the chicks that claw." He laughed.

John's face flushed again. "I...I don't exactly like women...that way."

"Hmmm, Okay that part I didn't guess right." Taker mused as he moved a hand to rake his nails over the colored flesh. "I knew you two were...close, but thought you played other fields."

"N-No.." John panted as his back arched from the sensation. "There has been no one." His heart ached slightly as he glanced Randy's direction. Randy turned his head, looking down. He didn't know to believe John or not that he was the only one. It felt like it had been ages since their falling out.

John could tell Randy didn't believe him and he sighed. It was no wonder. He had so much sexual energy his cock almost throbbed in the cage. "You know what you did to me?" Randy asked. "You know what you fucking cost me?!" He yelled looking over, his eyes looking colder. "You nearly destroyed my life! After everything we did together for how long you go and toss it away!" The remorse the younger man was feeling began to morph into anger and pain.

John jumped at the unexpected screams. Unlike most of the others he felt actual remorse when thinking of the younger man. "I'm sorry...I thought I was doing the right thing." He knew Randy needed to see him punished for what he did if they could ever put it behind them. "Why don't you join Taker? I'll take anything you want to dish out."

Randy lips curled. "You could have fucking just asked me!" He yelled. "But no you had to go off half cocked and report me...over NOTHING!" He fumed.

Taker looked at him. "Take a breath...then look in the closet. I think there will be something you like in there." Randy shifted his eyes to Taker then nodded, moving for the partly open door. John tried not to grow afraid again seeing how angry Randy was and knowing what he had offered. In all the time they had been together the Viper's rage had never been aimed at him.

Taker stepped back as Randy came out of the closet with a kendo stick. "You see, John...you two are really a good match." Taker commented. "You get off on getting pain...he likes to inflict it...and watching." Randy was slowly panting, his eyes looked almost like he was in a trance. John was in shock. All the times they had been together sexually he had never seen this side of Randy. He was rough in the ring but a switch that was normally bordering on gentle in the had actually fantasized about a rougher side to his friend that never seemed to surface in private times.

"Remember, Randy...nothing that will require a hospital." Taker told him calmly shortly before Randy landed a blow of the stick across John's gut. John gave a cry of genuine pain from the hard strike. It almost knocked the wind out of him and hurt like hell as kendo hits always did. Randy then landed the next hard blow across John's shoulder with a grunt. John cried out at the hit. Well, as much as he could with the wind knocked out of him. It hurt like hell but in a small way it felt good too. The older man was seeing a side of Randy he never got to outside of the ring. He also knew deep down the Viper was enjoying this...maybe even needed it to get the bad blood out between them. It was a wound that had festered too long.

Taker just watched for now. He wanted to make sure he would still have his opponent in a couple days time. Randy landed a few more blows before he tossed the stick to the side. He walked around John, looking at the forming marks. His eyes narrowed as his head tilted. John did not say a word as his blue eyes followed the younger man. They were darkened with pain and lust. He had promised Randy to take anything he wanted to dish out and a part of him wanted to see what would happen. Randy stopped in front of John, gripping the imprisoned cock seeing he was still hard. "You are a fucking pain slut aren't you Cena?"

John may have looked a little embarrassed as he slowly nodded. The endorphins running through his body from the beating had him so hard he was almost dripping in the cage. "Y-Yeah...I think I am."

"You think?" Randy almost fumed before slapping the imprisoned member. "Is that why you always fucking tracked me down after your more brutal matches?" He actually slapped John's face. "Needed me to get your fucking rocks off?"

John's head spun at the slap. A part of him felt afraid but a larger part was aroused by the pain and being at Randy's mercy. He was a strong man and to be restrained and have that stripped away was kind of freeing to him. "Party...guess I didn't want to admit it." John said in between pants. "But it was more...haven't had anyone since you...even after hard matches."

"Well you haven't had many matches like ours recently have you?" Randy mused.

He glanced the room. He then looked at Taker. "I want to wreck him good...any objections?"

"You heard what I said." Taker replied.

"Mind if I look in the bag?" Randy asked.

"Be my guest." If anything, John felt a rush of sexual warmth at the threat. He was living one of his darkest fantasies. One he did not even want to admit to himself. Being at Randy's mercy when he was this way was such a rush. A faint moan passed his lips.

Randy walked to where Taker left the bag. "You want a part too I am guessing from your comment."

"Yeah...let you dictate though...it was your idea." Taker chuckled. "I will get more comfortable though." He went to grab the chair John was sitting in before and moved it to sit so he could remove his boots. John waited and tried not to moan at the thought of being used by the two men at Randy's command. It had been awhile since he played with another person.

Randy pulled out a strap of leather with a oval ring and two plates. "What is this?"

"Mouth spreader...there is a ring one in there too." Taker replied and Randy looked.

"Ring may be better." Taker told him as Randy found it, pulling out the metal ring wrapped with leather that then extended.

"Yeah, this will help." Randy walked back over to John. "Any last words for a while?" John shook his head no, not able to put into words what he was feeling. "Open wide then...hate to ruin that smile." Randy told him. John's heart raced a moment but he slowly opened his mouth. He had never worn any kind of gag and being robbed of his speech was a total loss of control that was difficult for the older man to give up.

"Good." Randy slipped the ring between John's lips and hooked his teeth, letting them rest on the wrapped leather. He then worked the strap behind John head. Randy panted faintly as his own excitement grew. Taker was working to finish stripping down. John felt so exposed strung up naked and now with his mouth forced open. It was the opposite of his everyday life when he had control over every little detail at work. All he could do was feel...feel and take all he was given.

"Mind lowering his arms so I can move him?" Randy asked Taker.

"Of course not." Taker stood up and moved for the remote. He hit the button that allowed slack to begin forming in the chains. John felt a little pain in his shoulders from being stretched so long and it felt good to be able to slowly lower his arms. Randy reached for a ring that was different from the rest of the chain. He pushed on it, causing it to release from the rest. He held the one part as he did the same to the other side.

"Follow me." Randy told John with a faint tug on the chains leading him across the room. John did not put up a fight as he walked with Randy. Even if a part of him wanted to fight the loss of control he had given his word to take anything Randy gave.

Randy kicked at a rug on the floor exposing a iron ring attached to the ground. "Kneel" John knelt down slowly. He wondered where this dominant Randy was coming from. They had been together for years and never dabbled in BDSM. Had it been there buried all along? Randy attached the chains to the ring. "I'm going to fuck you while you gag on his cock. Got it?" Randy told John as he went to removed the robe then his clothing underneath. His cock was already hard inside his jeans. John grunted his understanding. He hoped Randy would forgive him after this. He really missed the younger man.

Taker moved over to then stroking his own impressive manhood. "I guess I start."

"Yeah, prevent him from screaming...too much." Randy told him. Taker moved in front of John, placing the tip in the opening of the ring. "Come on, Boy." His deep voice tried to move as best he could to let Taker 's thick member into his mouth. He was unable to suck with his mouth forced in an open position. Taker took John's head, pushing deeper. "Need to try you sometime without that." Taker gave a faint laugh. Randy knelt behind John. "You sure of that, Randy?"

"Yep." Randy replied before he slapped John's ass. John gagged on Taker ' s girth a second before relaxing his throat more. Randy's slap to his ass made his body crave more.

"That's it." Taker told John as he worked his hips, each time sliding deeper. Randy gripped the tinted flesh, parting them. He took one hand wetting two fingers before working them between John's cheeks and pressing against his hole.

John shuddered at the feeling from Randy. Even when they had been together he had not always bottomed. It had been years. "Scared?" Randy asked thickly. "Worried it will be too much for you?" He moved his one hand to John's shoulder as he pushed the fingers inside. The limited lubrication from spit made them tight. John gave a groan at the tight stretch. It was something he had not felt in so long. "Guess you like the burn." Randy commented at the went to scissor his fingers while pumping them.

John gave a muffled moan as Taker used his mouth. His body was covered in sweat as his chest heaved.

"Yeah, you're gonna feel it in the morning." Randy told him as he pulled the fingers back. It wasn't long before John's felt the thickness of the head of Randy's cock pressing against the faintly stretched hole. John gave an intake of breath through his nose. He knew how thick Randy was and that it would hurt. A part of him didn't care though. Randy gave a grunt but a heated moan as he went to push in more. The lack of lube made the skin on skin painful but was exhilarating at the same time. John cried out at the entry. He had never been fucked without lube and it hurt like hell. Hidden in all the pain was the pleasure though. He was more of a masochist than he would ever admit.

Randy hissed as the pain he felt himself at the friction of the entry. Taker saw the reactions and moved one hand to under John's jaw. "Eyes up here, Boy." John forced his eyes upward to look at the older man. Much of the early arrogance was gone. His blue eyes were slightly wet from his eyes watering from the burning pain. Taker nodded before moving his hand back to the back of John's head to use his mouth more. He glanced at Randy, giving a faint smirk. "Warned you...you both be feeling it a few days at least." He gave a dry laugh.

Randy had stopped moving before he snapped his hips to go all the way. "Ah, FUCK!" He yelled as it almost felt like the skin was being peeled from his cock.

"Well, you could pull out and use the lube I dropped." Taker told him. Randy panted, his chest heaving as he debated it. Wouldn't it get better if he just continued?

John's chest heaved as he gave a pained sound around Taker's cock. He could feel a warmth running down his leg and assumed he had been torn by the forced stretch. His head was clouded with a mixture of pain from the cage and the tearing of his ass and the lust that wanted to bubble under the surface. "Just get the damn lube." Taker told Randy, almost snapping. "Also make things better on my end. I think he will be a good boy now."

Randy nodded before pulling out, gritting his teeth from the pain. He looked down almost in shock when he saw the red. Why did he not expect that? It worried him yet filled him with a warm surge of pleasure at the same time. He moved for the lube the same time Taker pulled free of John's mouth and went to undo the gag. He tilted the ring to slide it out. "Ready to give me a proper blow, Boy?"

John worked his jaw a moment before replying. His voice sounded low and hoarse. "Yes, Taker." Much of the earlier bravado and defiance was gone from him.

"Good Boy...you bite you will be needing a dentist...understood?" Taker told him as Randy went to slick his cock adding a pink sheen as it mixed with the blood on it. He was making his way back behind John.

"Yes." John replied softly. He had no energy to bite if he wanted to. It seemed his body was shaking with so many conflicting sensations. He had never felt such pain as being taken without lube even counting his ring work.

"Good." Taker replied simply before moving to slide his cock between John now freed lips. John had to focus as best he could to take Taker's cock as it was even longer and thicker than Randy's. He was indeed skilled at giving oral when he wished. He relaxed his throat and began to suck, tasting the salty pre-cum on his tongue. "Yes, so much better." Taker groaned. Randy knelt behind John, looking over the already created damage. He cock jerked at the thought he was the cause. How twisted was he exactly? He used a hand to part John's ass and work the slick head between them.

John gave a pained sound around Taker's cock as he bobbed his head but at least the lube provided less friction. Randy slowly pushed in with a heated moan. "Yeah, there we go."

"Hmmm should we remove the cage...or see if he blows with it squeezed?" Taker laughed. "Kidding...you can reach around to free him."
"Maybe in a few moments." Randy panted as he moved to slide all the way inside. John's head was a fog of lust and conflicted feelings. A part of him was humiliated to be used by two men this way. But a hidden part liked it more than he cared to admit. His cock had been squeezed in the cage so long now he knew that it would be sore for days. Why did the idea heat his blood even more?

Taker moaned as John was creating vibrations as he gave a mix of whimpers and moans. He took John head to pound his mouth and throat. "Yeah, that's it." He spoke with almost a sneer that ended with a dark chuckle. Randy grabbed John's shoulders before he started to slide in and out, soon taking a quick pace. John's eyes watered as his mouth and cock were used roughly at the same time. Randy hit his prostate just right and jolts of pleasure made his cock want to throb. He gave a heated moan as Taker was buried almost to the base down his relaxed throat.

"Fuck." Taker groaned his head going back. "Hope you can handle it, Boy." He moaned as he gave a few more pumps before he came in John's mouth and down his throat. He waited a moment before stepping back to look. John swallowed all he could and then panted for breath once his mouth was free. Sweat dripped from his used body as it was rattled by Randy. His balls were swollen with the need to release and the room seemed almost hazy.

"I'll remove the cage...wonder if he will spray like a spigot once I do." Taker smirked, moving back over. "Don't rattle him so much until I do." Randy slowed down slightly so Taker could move to removing the locking piece of the cage to slide it off. Even in John's sexual fog he heard the words and tried to hold off once he was freed. A little stubborn side was part of what made him John Cena. He gritted his teeth as the urge to cum was overwhelming. Taker mused to himself seeing the battle in John's eyes. "Okay...you can pick back up." Taker told Randy as he moved and began dressing.

"Not staying?" Randy asked with a moan.

"Na...did my work...you know the lay out." Taker told him. John watched Taker as he focused with everything he had not to give in. He wanted to so badly, a part of him just had to fight it. "His car is still at the main house." Taker told Randy as he finished. "Have a good night, Boys." He chuckled with a smirk.

Randy kept on hand on John's shoulder as the other reached around, grabbing John's hard dripping member. "Mmmm Fuck." He panted and moaned as he went to jerk John.

John's balls tensed as the added stimulation was just too much to handle. He cried out with a loud curse as he sprayed what felt like two loads, the waves of pleasure shaking his tired body. The room wanted to spin from the hard release. "Mmm, fuck, yeah...shit." Randy mumbled and cursed. Take took his cue to leave to drive back for the main house so he could shower and return to his 'normal' life. Randy stopped jerking John and just pounded into him a few more minutes before he finally came himself filling John. He panted as he held John against him still buried deep as his own mind wanted to spin.

John fought to stay awake as the way his body had been used had taken a toll on him. It was in shock from the beating and pain of being so roughly taken. "Please...forgive me." He mumbled out.

"Yeah...I think so." Randy chuckled before he finally pulled out. He let go of John to stand so he could move to free John from the cuffs. The moment John was freed from the cuffs he all but collapsed to the floor. His eyes wanted to drift closed. His legs and thighs were tainted with dried blood.

"Fuck." Randy cursed to himself. He moved to open the one door before he moved to scoop John up and carry him inside. Inside was a full size bed that he carried John to and laid him down. John looked very different in the dim light than the cocky, arrogant leader of the locker room. He looked almost vulnerable. Randy shook his head. "Sorry there isn't room for us both." He told John even if he couldn't hear him. He moved to the next room that was a small bathroom with a shower and went to start the water. John groaned a few times before he got comfortable and drifted into a deep rest. Even if his body protested it was the most at peace he had felt in a very long time.

Randy showered himself before he went to check on John, seeing he was sleeping soundly. Randy then made his way to a second bedroom he knew of to sleep as well not wanting to leave John alone there with no way back to the house. John slept until morning and woke with a low groan. Every part of him hurt in some way. He looked around the room confused. It took a minute before the night's actions came flooding back. "Taker? Randy?" He called out, wondering if he was left alone. Randy was still asleep in the bed he made his way too. He had left both doors open.

John managed to find the bathroom and took a shower. He felt different today. A little embarrassed and a lot more humble. The constant soreness in his cock and ass served as a warning and wanted to heat him more. He found his clothing in the main room and slowly dressed. He knew he had a full day of work. John could hear a sound coming from an open doorway. He moved slowly to look in the doorway. Up until then he had thought he was alone.

Randy was sprawled on top of the bed on his back he was fully nude still uncovered by a blanket. His cock, reddened and sore prevented him from sleeping comfortable with a cover on him. The sound was the younger man snoring. John didn't want to wake Randy but he needed to go. He walked to give the younger man a light shake on the shoulder. "Randy?"

Randy jerked in his sleep, sitting up looking, His heart pounded faintly in his chest. "Hey?" He panted.

"Sorry..um...I have to head out. I have an interview soon." John told Randy softly.

"Oh...oh...let me just dress quickly and I'll drive you up to the house...your rental is there." Randy told him as he moved from the bed and to the main room. John followed Randy and waited. A part of him wanted to bring up last night. He wanted to ask Randy how long he had been into dominating people and if this meant they were back together...but another part just felt too awkward to speak up.

Randy dressed quickly and walked John out to the car he had. He tried to ignore his own pain not wanting to hold John from his work. Once they reached the house John paused a moment to look at Randy. "Thanks for the ride...guess I'll be seeing you."

"Um...yeah...be seeing you." Randy replied feeling odd now. The strong dominance of the night before was fading back to the nervousness.

John patted Randy on the shoulder before climbing out of the vehicle. He had wanted to do so much more but didn't want to push things. He guessed he would just see where they progressed in time. Randy watched as John left before he drove off as well heading back for the hotel. Taker had already told him he would handle the clean up at the cabin.

(Part Two soon)