Sheamus was laying in the bed next to a winded Randy. He closed his eyes, reaching his energy out to check on his sweet angel. His brow knitted slightly feeling a lack of the third energy in the house. *Angel.* He called out mentally with no reply. He stretched his mental reach more with still nothing. His eyes opened to look at Randy next to him. His hand traced up to Randy's neck, circling it slightly. His eyes were growing darker with the moment. *Where be Angel?* His voice echoed in Randy's mind.

Randy tried to keep calm at the question. He knew John was probably at Lady Lilly's by now. "U-Upstairs resting, Sir. Remember he wasn't feeling well."

*I don't feel his presence.* Sheamus stated as he moved to stare Randy down, placing more pressure on his neck. *Stay...here.*

Randy's heart pounded as Sheamus went to move from the bed and for the attic. Randy's heart pounded as he lay in the bed, wearing only his paracord collar. A part of him wanted to run but where would he go? His body was already tired from giving Sheamus a blowjob and being fucked hard. He swallowed a lump in his throat, knowing all hell would break out in a few minutes. Randy prayed John was right and the trip to Lady Lilly's would be worth it.

Sheamus reached the attic. He saw the cheap attempt of hiding the fact his angel had left the room. *Angel!* He called out. *Come out here!* There was no reply, no sense of him being anywhere around the space. His face grew dark as his eyes almost sparked with the feeling of betrayal he felt. He made his way back to the room. Even naked his footsteps wanted to echo through the house. Randy heard Sheamus coming and wanted to cower away but he did not. He had to stay strong and protect his Baby Boy.

Sheamus reached the bedroom, opening the door. *Try again, Viper...where be me Angel?*

Randy swallowed hard, licking his lips as he sat on the edge of the bed. "H-He's not in bed, Sir?"

Sheamus slowly shook his head. *Ye saying ye know nothing of his deception?* Sheamus walked closer to the bed.

Randy knew he was getting himself in deeper but he had to protect his Baby. "No, Sir. If he's not upstairs m-maybe he went out for air?"

*He was instructed not to leave...he was to rest.* Sheamus leaned over, peering closer to Randy. *If he just stepped outside to get air...ya have nothing to worry about.* A dark smile tugged at the corners of his lips. *Lay back down...on your stomach.* Randy gave a shaky breath but moved in position, feeling exposed. This was the first time since Dave that he felt afraid with a Dom. Sheamus reached up, clasping his hand around Randy's wrist. *Thick chains form around ya wrist. Feel as it holds ya tighter and tighter.* He moved to the other side, repeating the actions. Randy couldn't stop a gasp as he immediately felt thick manacles of cold steel on his wrists, stretching him out. Sheamus had done similar things before but always with his permission and during play.

Sheamus took a hand, running it slowly over Randy's back tattoo. As he did it was like small jolts of energy zapping him in the wake of the touch. Randy panted at the jolts. It was not really painful it just set him on edge. Sheamus continued for a few minutes, making the jolts slowly stronger and stronger. *Do ye truly nay know me Angel's whereabouts, or ye trying to protect him?*

Randy gave a cry as the jolts grew painful. He knew John would not want him severely damaged and the currents couldn't be good for him. "H-He went to Lady Lilly's, Sir." He admitted, fear in his tone. "Please...you know your Angel loves you...he was concerned for your wellbeing." Sheamus gave a sneer as he moved his hand away. He moved to the wardrobe that housed his toys, opening it to look the offerings over.

Randy felt like his heart would pound out of his chest. He had seen the way John returned after his play session. He tried to appeal to the Irishman's softer nature. "Please, Shea. You know I don't enjoy harsh treatment like your Angel does." He felt like a coward begging.

*Then ye should have been truthful with me, Viper.* Sheamus pulled out a thin wooden stick that had a leather handle. He walked over, using the tip of it to tap at Randy's thighs. Despite his dread a little heat travelled through the younger man as his thighs were his hot spot. He had gotten off before just from John using the crop on them.

Sheamus raised the swishy stick, bringing it down across the back of both thighs with a firm crack. Randy gave a cry of pain but there was a slight moan mixed in along with it. If any other spot other than his thighs had been hit there would have been no pleasure for the man. *Hmm..Like that, Viper...maybe I should push you again?* Sheamus hit Randy again as he did he drew the energy that was pouring off the smaller man. Randy could not believe it but his body was growing heated by the abuse. As he often told John he was not one for a spanking or flogging but any attention to his thighs set him on fire with desire. A soft moan left him as his cock stirred.

*Hmmm see ye punishment isn't so bad now is it?* Sheamus gave a firm hit over each one.

"N-No, Sir." Randy panted, his head spinning from the sting. He wondered if Sheamus was manipulating his body. It seemed he was almost like John, feeding off the pain as his thick thighs took the abuse. His cock almost throbbed under him as the heat pooled between his legs. Sheamus ran the tip over the heated flesh. He then moved to run his hands over it, causing faint jolts around the heated flesh as he drew more traces of Randy's energy into himself. He raised the hand, giving a heated slap to it knowing Randy was close to being pushed over.

"Fuck, Sir!" Randy could not hold back the orgasm that shook his body, his cum shooting to coat the bed under him. Waves of release made his body tremble. It may be punishment but it was one of the best climaxes of his life.

Sheamus licked his lips at the near palatable energy. He stirred it, drawing on it to drain the wiped man even more. Randy could feel the energy draining from his body. "S-Sir...please." His eyes fluttered as he fought to stay awake.

Meanwhile John had arrived back to Sheamus' house and hid the tea in the kitchen that Lady Lilly had given him to help his master. He felt a sigh of relief as he moved quietly through the house. He had made it back undetected.

*Ye will be fine...just an added touch to ye punishment.* Sheamus moved to touch Randy's wrists, freeing them from the mental bonds they were in. He then pick him up to carry him back to the attic.

John almost ran right into Sheamus coming out of the bedroom with Randy as he was trying to sneak upstairs. "Master!" He gasped, trying to think of an excuse as to why he was dressed and out of his room. "I was just going back to my room."

*Where were ya, Angel?* Sheamus asked as he shifted Randy to hold him nearly bridal style.

John thought quickly. "You know I get claustrophobic, Master. I went outside for air." His eyes moved to take in the near unconscious Randy. "Is my Daddy okay?"

*Resting...after our...fun.* Sheamus went to walk past John, heading for the attic. *Ye both disappoint me this evening, Angel. Maybe I need to change ye name to Imp.* John followed Sheamus up to the attic. He began to have a sinking feeling he was found out so he wisely kept his mouth shut.

Sheamus moved to lay Randy down on the bed before moving for the small bathroom. *Ye wish to try that one more time? So ye went for air ye say? How far did ya go to get this...breath of fresh air?*

"J-Just outside, Master." John replied, praying Randy had not told on him. He walked over to the bed, looking down at his Daddy in concern.

Sheamus looked at John as he washed Randy down, shaking his head. He pointed to the other bed.*Go.* John moved to sit on the other bed, trying not to get worried. Sheamus moved to the closet, opening it. He removed two ball gags and looked both men over. He moved to the bed Randy was on. Slowly parted his lips, slipping the ball in place before securing it.

"W-What are you doing?" John asked as he watched Sheamus. "My Daddy is wiped already. He needs to rest, Master."

Sheamus looked at John, walking over with the other gag. *I know ye both full of lies...for that I wish to hear no more. Open up.* John parted his lips. He didn't mind wearing a gag. As a matter of fact he often begged Sheamus to use one on him before he turned dark. He was only worried for Randy's sake. Sheamus secured the gag then stepped back as he debated what to do next with his two lying, scheming bad boys. John sat on the bed and just waited as he watched Randy. He could still talk to Sheamus mentally but he was afraid of angering his Dom. He was wearing a T-shirt and blue jeans from his time out.

Sheamus moved back to the closet, removing the hoods before slowly looking over each man. John could not hide the fear in his eyes as he saw the hoods. It was probably the one thing he was afraid of in all the BDSM toys that existed because he hated the idea of confinement. It was no secret Randy's fear of them either. The younger man had almost passed out seeing them in the closet. The sick smile couldn't be missed on Sheamus' lips. *Maybe ye need a reminder of what I am capable of even without these. Teach ya both how merciful I have been so far.*

John's heart pounded in fear as he glanced at Randy, hearing him begin to stir again. Randy mumbled around the ball muffling him, his eyes opening slowly. *Hmm seems thee Viper beings to stir.* Sheamus stated, looking him over. He walked over toward Randy, the hoods still in his grasp. He turned his head to look down at him, studying him. Randy's steely eyes looked up at Sheamus, fear making his breath shaky as he spotted the dreaded hoods. His eyes darted to notice John sitting still clothed on the other bed, a ball gag in his mouth similar to his.

*Welcome back, Viper. I was just explaining to Angel I was debating what to do with thee two of you. I was thinking of these...but I am second guessing that.*

Randy felt relief when he heard the Irishman's words, nodding slowly. *Thank you, Master. You know they are hard limits for us.* John told him mentally. *Your Viper is already jumpy because of his past with Dave.*

*Ye think I am showing mercy by not using them?* Sheamus gave a silent laugh before putting them back in the closet. He moved back until he was standing between both beds. He motioned toward both men as he closed his eyes. The air around Randy began to grow cold while John's grew hotter.

Randy began to shake as he was naked, feeling like he was outside during the winter time. John began to start sweating, his clothes clinging to his body. He pulled off his drenched shirt and tossed it to the ground, breathing heavily through his nose. Sheamus watched both men before he allowed each's respective areas return to normal. *Obedience will be rewarded with a kind hand. Defiance will have consequences.* With another motion of his hand both men could feel as if the air was trying to be sucked directly from their lungs.

Randy's eyes grew wide in shock as he sat up, his hands reaching behind him to free himself from the gag in an attempt to breathe. *Please, Master! You are acting just like those you tried to save us from!* John pleaded in his mind as his chest heaved. *We were trying to help you. I love you!*

Sheamus gave a scowl as he released his hold over their very breath of life. His eyes shifted between the two men, his own chest heaving from the strain to himself. Had his boys really learned their lesson for the night? The ball gag fell from Randy's mouth to the bed as he gasped, filling his lungs with precious air. If Sheamus' powers frightened him before he was terrified now. "P-Please, Sir." He panted out, steely eyes filled with panic. John still had the gag in but his face showed how shaken he was.

Sheamus turned his focus to Randy, hearing him speak. His teeth bared in rage as he moved closer to him. He looked over his shoulder at John but addressed both men. *Who planned this deception?*

*I did, Master.* John answered honestly, refusing to let his Daddy take the wrap for his idea. *I thought Lady Lilly could help you so I asked Randy to cover for me so I could go. It was all my fault not his...and as your first I am more at fault anyway.* He would rather take whatever rage his Master could dish out then let Randy suffer. John had saved him from Dave and he would be damned if Randy would be tormented all over again.

Sheamus looked back at Randy to await his answer. Randy gulped. He felt like a coward but knew if he lied the Irishman would somehow know as he had before. "J-John thought of it, Sir. But I agreed to help him when he asked."

Sheamus took a deep breath, stepping back. *Ye boys are finally learning how things be.* He looked toward John, slowly turning. *What am I to do with ye though...as thee mastermind behind this act.*

*That's for you to decide, Master.* John said, even mentally his tone sounded submissive. Randy knew he had to try to protect his Baby from this dark monster. He stood from his bed and walked over to sit next to John, wrapping an arm protectively around the older man's shoulders. "L-Leave him alone. He only went because he loves you so much."

*And ye defiance continues, Viper. Ye removed ye gag...and continue to question.*

"I couldn't breathe, Sir. I panicked." Randy tried to reason. John wanted to remove his gag and tell Randy to leave him alone, that he could handle Sheamus' wrath but he didn't dare.

Sheamus focused more on Randy. *Ye see Angel handled it…* He shifted his eyes to John. *Even if he did talk back slightly. Still not to your extent.*

Randy felt so small under the larger man's gaze. In ways he felt like he was back with Hunter and Dave only the supernatural made it seem worse. John saw how his Daddy was breaking right before his eyes. He had to do something. *Please, Master. Punish me. Your Viper can't handle all this. You know how jumpy he can be. D-Do you want to lose his trust?*

Sheamus slowly looked back at John. *Stand and strip rest of the way, Angel.* John moved away from Randy and stood to strip as he was ordered. He knew Randy could not hear his side of the conversation, only Sheamus'. He unbuttoned and pulled down his jeans and boxers after kicking off his shoes. Randy watched John, almost trembling as he had no idea what was going on.

*Lay down on the bed face up.* Sheamus ordered. John gave Randy a look before climbing on the bed to show him he was okay. *Okay, Viper...tend to your Baby. Get him hard and needy.*

Randy had not been expecting that. "Y-Yes, Sir." He climbed on the bed and straddled John. Looking down at him he licked his lips as he eyed John's cock. He then wrapped a hand around the soft member, giving firm strokes. John gave a quiet moan at his Daddy's touch.

Sheamus moved to sit on the now empty bed watching his two boys, waiting on the right moment. Once John was hard Randy replaced his hand with his mouth as he always loved to do, bobbing his head as he hungrily went down deeper on John's cock, much to the older man's great delight. John had no idea why his Master was being so generous but he took the blowjob happily, moans leaving his gagged mouth as his back arched slightly off the bed. Randy was so talented at using his mouth. It drove him crazy.

A smile slowly tugged Sheamus' lips. It was not a warm good natured one though. It was one that was wicked and of mischief. He slowly stood up, his movements now silent. He trailed a hand slowly up Rany's spine. The higher his hand trailed, the stronger Randy's sexual hunger grew. He reached his other hand over, brushing John's forehead. As the men locked eyes Sheamus slipped a mental block on John's ability to gain release. He slowly moved back to the bed to watch.

Randy always enjoyed sucking John but as he worked his mind filled with a heated fog. It was as if he could never get enough of John, like he wanted to consume the older man whole. Deep, needy moans passed his lips as he sucked John harder, his free hand gripping his own leaking member. John was also filled with similar energy but even as Randy's moans caused delicious vibrations that made his cock throb he never reached his peak. As time wore on the pleasure became torturous for him and John began to suspect Sheamus had a hand in his agony. Not able to speak he pushed Randy off him a moment and was shocked when the younger man almost pounced him, his steely eyes glazed with lust as he went back to sucking like a man possessed.

Sheamus smirked at the display put on for him. He licked his lips as he stroked his own cock as his own body was getting tastes of the heightened sexual energy in the air. John groaned at the friction to his throbbing cock that was almost driving him crazy. He moved to shove Randy off him a second time as he reached to free his mouth from the gag. "Daddy...stop!" He gasped out, his chest pounding.

Randy's lust darkened eyes were watching John with a predatory look as he slowly licked his lips, ignoring his Baby's pleas. "May I fuck him, Sir?" He asked Sheamus to John's horror. "I want to fuck our bitch hard." Randy's words and demeanor would have been a huge turn on to John had he not been so frustrated.

*Aye, Viper...enjoy me Angel...fully.* Sheamus instructed.

Randy had enough presence of mind to use the lube by the bed, applying a thick coat to his throbbing cock. "Don't move." He warned John as he eyed him like a piece of meat. The worried, caring Daddy of earlier was all but gone. Before John could respond Randy was back between his legs, wasting no time in guiding his cock inside John's already sore ass from his rough play session with Sheamus. John groaned as Randy set a hard, brutal pace right away, sweat dripping from the younger man's face as he shook John's body with his thrusts.

"P-Please, Master!" John begged as the stimulation of his sweet spot mixed with the pain drove him to near insanity.

*Not yet.* Sheamus stated as sounds emanated deep in his chest. He wanted to make sure this was a lesson his boys would not forget anytime soon. John wanted to plead with his Daddy to stop but one look into Randy's eyes told him his boyfriend was not in full control. The pain and frustration built more and more until John felt the world around him darkening as he passed out. Randy was in such a fog he continued to ravage John's body even as blood tinted his cock from wounds inside that had been reopened.

Sheamus watched as John fell limp from the exertion. *Enough, Viper...come and feast from me.* Randy pulled out of John and hurried to Sheamus where he wasted no time sucking his master without shame. John lay unconscious, his cock still fully erect as blood tinted his spread legs. Faint pleased sound came from the large Irishman's body as Randy worked his hard cock over. *Aye...that's it.* Sheamus darkly praised. Randy's hunger continued for only a few more minutes before Sheamus hit his end, cumming for Randy, allowing him to taste him fully.

Randy groaned, his own release hitting at the taste of his Master, finally getting what he craved. A few minutes after some of the heated fog left Randy's mind. He glanced over at John on the bed as he stood, beginning to feel sick as he looked down and saw blood tinting his now soft member. "What did you do to me? You messed with my mind! You made me hurt my Baby!" He shouted at the Irishman. It was like the ultimate violation to feel manipulated and controlled.

Sheamus only looked on as Randy ranted. He slowly moved from the bed and over toward John. He slowly wiped a hand over John's sweat drenched brow, removing all sign of the mental prison that was set on him. Randy's rage outweighed his fear of the Irishman. "You promised me you would never get into my head again! Don't touch him...you're not worthy of his love...his devotion to you!" His teeth were clenched in anger. "He only snuck out to help you but you're too blind to see that." John's hard cock began to go soft after Sheamus' touch. "That man would die to protect you...he nearly did and this is how you repay him?" The coldness could be heard in Randy's tone.

*I was freeing his mind again. His pleading to me was for him to seek release...not freedom of the pain. Ask him yourself when he wakes. Night, Viper.* Sheamus began to move toward the door.

Randy took off his collar, hurling it across the room at Sheamus. "I'm NOT your Viper anyone. I never will be again."

*Then leave.* Sheamus stated as he stopped at the doorway. His back was still to the other man.

"I'm not leaving my Baby with you." Randy said firmly. He would die first.

*Ye are nay taking me Angel.* Sheamus slowly turned to face him.

"Well, then I'll stay. I won't be leaving him." Randy said firmly. "He's too good of a man to be abused and have his devotion taken advantage of."

Sheamus walked back over toward Randy. *If ye no longer me Viper...then ye have no place in me house. Dress and leave.*

"I'm not leaving without John!" Randy shouted at him. John gave a mumble as he slowly started to wake up.

Sheamus glanced at the bed. *I'll give him the same chance I am offering ya. Leave now...or fall in line.*

John woke slowly, his eyes glazed in exhaustion. "W-What's going on?" Randy knew now was not the time to drag John away. The man was too tired and wrecked. "Nothing, Baby. Just rest." He told him. He walked to where he had thrown the collar, gulping as he picked it back up. "I'll fall in line, Sir."

Sheamus got a grin to him that could chill the hottest of fires. He moved toward Randy and the door. *Ye pull that again and tonight would have been child's play.* His tone was dark and deadly as he moved out the door and down to his room. Randy's hands shook as he put the collar back on. He knew he had to get John away from the monster their Master had become before one of them was hurt or killed. He wanted to run far away but he would not desert his Baby. He climbed into bed beside of John, pulling him close in a protective hold.

Sheamus reached his room heading for the shower as he had not washed at all that night. He made the spray hot before stepping under it. He braced his hand on the wall, allowing the water to just wash over him. He felt dizzy suddenly.

John laid in Randy's hold. His body was exhausted but his mind had heard more than he had let on. He knew Randy was only staying to protect him and a part of him understood. He loved Sheamus but felt so betrayed by the "punishment." His Master had all but manipulated Randy to rape him after almost taking their very breath from their bodies. A deep sadness hurt his heart at what Sheamus had done. It was similar to how the Circle had tried to torment him. It was not Sheamus' fault he was like this but it didn't make it any easier.

Sheamus finished his shower, drying off. He moved to his bed, laying down. On the outside he was this cold, evil, vile man. Deep inside was a tormented soul fighting to return to the surface. That soul knew he lost what he had cherished so deeply in this life. Night wore on with troubled sleep when from nowhere a loud, pained and saddened wail radiated through the house.

John sat up in bed, his heart pounding. The wail had reached all the way to the attic, almost into his very soul. Randy was also sitting up in the dark room, his chest heaving in fear. "What was that?" John stood from the bed, groaning at the pain to his ass. "Don't know." He paused a moment. *Master, did you just scream?*

*Leave, Angel...take yeself and Randy...just leave.* The tone was a mix of sadness, yet also numb

John looked at Randy. "He told us to leave. I have to go check on him."

Randy stood to grab John's arm. "M-Maybe we should, Baby. I know you love him but it's not safe."

John shook his head. "I can't. I couldn't live with myself if I just left him alone. Be right back." He headed for the door, still naked and walking off.

"John!" Randy shouted but the older man went out the door and down to Sheamus' room. Sheamus was sitting on the edge of the bed, his head lowered and his hands folded. After the outpouring of energy and emotion that the darkness kept sealed up the larger man just felt drained. He knew his words to John were for the best.

John walked quietly into the room, seeing Sheamus' large form on the bed. "I'm not leaving. I know that wasn't you." He told him as he came closer.

"I told you to leave." Sheamus' voice cracked. "I am no good for ya...either of ya. As me last order to ya...leave me...leave this place."

"No. I'm sorry but that's one I have to refuse." John told him. "I love you, Sweets. Don't ask me to go."

"Do I need to kill Randy for ye to leave? For ya to see?!" Sheamus' head turned slightly away. "I am no good for ya, Angel." His voice was a harsh whisper. "Ye Daddy would leave without a second thought. He only stayed for ye, Angel."

"He's right." A form said from the open doorway. There was no malice in Randy's voice just an almost sad calm. He was already dressed to leave. "Shea, you know this isn't safe for John but he'll never go. He needs to for his own well being. You know that. Drain him if you have to and I'll carry him out of here before one of us ends up dead." John's eyes filled with panic as he wrapped his arms around Sheamus' neck. "No, Sweets! I need my Master. I love you."

"And as a Master...it's me job to do what is best for ya, Angel." Sheamus whispered. He slowly pulled John away, enough to slowly kiss him. As he did he slowly drained some of John's energy until the older man drifted off in his arms. Holding John he looked at Randy, the dark of the room masking his features. "Go to Lilly's...ye both will be safe there. Take me Rover."

Randy nodded. He moved to lay his collar on the end of Sheamus' bed before taking John in his arms. "I'll dress him and leave...you did the right thing, Shea. John will see it someday...I'm sure I'll have a fight when he wakes up. He's not a man to let go."

Sheamus nodded, looking at the collar on the bed. "Aye...I know...now go before the darkness returns."

Randy slowly took off John's collar, laying it down beside his. "It will only make it harder on him." He explained before carrying John out of the room. He dressed the unconscious man on the living room couch and then carried him out to the waiting Rover. Although a part of him felt sad a bigger part felt free. He had been plagued by fear and doubt ever since he learned of Sheamus' powers. He tried to push it away but the uncertainty was always with him.

He made one more trip inside for their bags before he got back in the Rover and started the engine. John was still out in the seat beside him. "We'll be okay, Baby Boy." He whispered as he drove away, leaving the house behind them. Randy knew John would take it hard and fight to return to Sheamus but he could not let that happen. Sheamus moved, grasping both collars in his hand before he moved to lay back down. Tears ran down his face, just wishing the darkness he absorbed would consume him, remove him from that time and place. He was nothing but a threat to those he loved and cared for,

As Randy drove from the house a light could be seen forming in the darkness behind them. He was shocked by what he saw in the mirror but a part of him was scared to find out. He just kept driving with a pounding heart, wanting far, far away. The light Randy started to see was the beginning of a fire in the house. One that would quickly sweep the place and purge any trace of the dark things that did and could have taken place within it's walls. John suddenly woke up with a start, a scream leaving his mouth that almost caused Randy to wreck the Rover. It suddenly felt like a piece of himself was dying. His panicked eyes looked at Randy with horror. "Turn around! Fucking turn around! My Sweets is dying! I can feel his pain!" Before Randy could respond John suddenly felt empty, the connection he had cherished so long was broken. Great sobs shook his body as his head rested on Randy's shoulder. "He's gone."

Randy knew better than to question how John knew. "He wanted to protect you, Baby." He whispered as he drove. The older man reached to touch his neck, finding the collar gone. "I don't even have my collar." He cried. "Something to remember him by. I loved him so much, Daddy." Randy touched John's heart with a free hand as he watched the road in a rare show of softness. A few tears may have wet his own eyes. "Yes you do. I don't think either of us will forget him." They drove farther and farther away, leaving the smoldering ashes of the man they served and loved for so long.

(This is the end of this installment. We had originally planned for this to be a trilogy series but our muses as always took us another way. A fourth and final story will be up very soon so please check back on my page from time to time. The boys' journey is not over yet. Thank you for all your support, loyalty and feedback. It is greatly appreciated.)