John Cena was a man on a mission as he looked at his naked body in the bathroom mirror in his shared hotel room with his best friend Randy Orton. Randy normally shared with his boyfriend Sheamus but the Irishman was on a different rotation at the moment. The two men were getting ready to head for the arena soon for a show, Monday Night Raw to be exact. John's mission was a simple one: look for his next conquest. The older man had admittedly been with most of the single guys in the locker room who were into men and fit his criteria. They had to be single, muscular and know how to reduce him to a begging, moaning mess. Underneath his dimples and good boy exterior John Cena was a closet masochist. He loved nothing more than to be dominated, man handled and abused by a built muscle stud who would put him in his place. John had an avid interest in BDSM which had led him to check out several online kink communities much to Randy's disapproval.

He grinned as he looked in the mirror at the evidence from his last fun with Ryback. Deep bruises colored his ample ass which thankfully would be covered by his ever present shorts. The pain and pleasure had almost been enough to make his head spin but the big guy had been clear it was only to be a one night stand which was fine by John. Now the question was who could he find next?

Randy got up from the couch he was watching TV from. "John what's the hold up?"

"Nothing." John grinned from the bathroom, the door open. The two men had seen each other naked so many times over the years it wasn't a big deal anymore. "Just admiring my...artwork from last night."

"Artwork?" Randy questioned raising a brow. "What the fuck did you get involved in now? Or is it better I don't ask?"

"Nothing...Ryback just left a few...reminders of our fun." John laughed loudly. "Damn, he was a lot of fun. So fucking strong. Now, help me find someone else, Ran."

"You're sick dude...you know that right. Fun? Brutalized is more like it. How bad this time? The way you go through the roster you get quite a bad reputation."

"Hey, I'm a single guy. Not like I'm cheating." John walked out of the bathroom so Randy could see his bruised and battered ass. "Maybe I should just go on that website I showed you and find a guy there...a real sadist for once."

"Fuck man!" Randy exclaimed seeing the state of John's ass. "As for that website...no fucking way! That's a good way to be kidnapped, end up in a hospital...or worse."

"But I want a guy that's into BDSM." John argued with his buddy. "Ryback was rough as hell but spanking was about as far as it went. Know any kinky guys in the company. How about Shea?" The last line was said teasingly.

Randy tried not to glare. "Don't even think it...and if you must know...No."

John held up his hands in mock surrender. "Hey, settle down, Viper. You know I'd never do that. You're my boy...my homie...plus Shea is totally crazy about you anyway."

"Danm right. That website seems full of crazies. They could be down right phsyco killers...and they will just claim it 'got out of hand'. You should just forget that whole thing."

"But I like pain." John sighed. "And I think I've went through most of the big guys in the company...well the single gay ones anyway. I'm pretty damn strong and I like a guy who can throw me around a little...really make me his bitch."

"No shit you like pain...look at the shit you done to yourself. You like to have your fucking bejeweled junk pulled. Lucky no one has ripped them out yet." Randy exclaimed. "Trying to meet some stranger it crazy shit."

John chuckled as he looked down at his cock adorned with a Prince Albert and ball piercings. No one would ever guess he was hiding such a secret under his ring gear. "Well, help me think of a company guy then. I have needs." He walked over to his suitcase to grab clothes so he could get dressed.

"You just had someone last night. Sometimes I wonder if you need a therypist."

"Whatever, Ran." John waved off his friend as he moved to dress in his ring gear except the knee pads. "So, I have a healthy sex drive. If you were single you could help me out...but we already went down that road."

"Yeah I wasn't rough enough." Randy stated bluntly.

"Sorry..nothing against you, Ran. Guess we make better friends." John told him as he bent to tie his shoes. "I love doing ring work aching and bruised...trying not to cry out every time I land on my ass. It's such a fucking thrill."

"Well I don't keep a list of who drilled you buddy...so I don't know where to begin. Not like I can tell by looking which team they play on. I still remember you trying to get Big Show...I don't know who wanted to hit you more, him or his wife."

John laughed. "Yeah, same with Mark. I need to do my research first before I jump ahead. Let's see I've had Antonio, Ryback, Wade, Glenn, Hunter, Dave, Jack...but some of those guys were bi and are married now."

Henry nearly put you in the hospital for asking...um..." Randy pursed his lips in thought.

"What?" John asked as he pulled on his sweat bands.

"I don't know...I'm thinking. Hurry up and get your shoes on so we can get going. Maybe something will catch your eye at the arena."

"Uh, my shoes are already on. Guess I distracted you." John grabbed his hat and phone. "Let's go."

"Oh...guess so." Randy scrubbed the top of his head with his hand before he moved to grab the keys and his gear bag.

The two heaed for the car then the arena parking. John hopped out of the vehicle once it was parked, knowing they would be separating since he had his own private locker room. "See you in awhile, Ran." He told the younger man once he got out. Randy waved to John before going to interact with some fans. John waved back and headed on inside the arena. He went to look for catering first to grab a bite to eat. When he got there several of the wrestlers and divas were already standing around having a snack before the show. Dean Ambrose was there so John walked over to him with a smile. He liked the crazy young man but looks wise he was a little small for him. "Hey, Dean. What's up?"

Dean looked up from his spot, his ring persona seemed to follow him outside the ring so he has a bit of a loner aura to him. "Hey John Boy." He greeted with a smile. "Not much how you doing?" He always seemed high energy no matter to beat up he got in the ring.

"Good. Just grabbing a snack, Dean." John lowered his voice. "And scoping out the area. Ryback was good but I need something else...you know?" The two men both were open about their sexual conquests.

Dean gave a chuckle. "Didn't hit the spot for ya?"

John gave a glance around before he replied. "Well yeah...it was good...but you know me always looking for my next thrill." There was no one near by them so the older man was honest, knowing a guy like Dean wouldn't judge him. "To be honest...Ryback was good but I'm kind of looking for a guy into the whole..." His voice lowered. "BDSM scene. You know...pleasure in the pain?"

Dean tried not to laugh before looking at John cocking his head ot the side. "Really John Boy...look who you talking to." He gave a twisted smile. "We been down that road of discusion before." He gave another laugh. He then breathed a big sigh look down a moment in thought. He sucked his teeth before pursing his lips looking back at him. He gave a faint hum like sound.

"If you're thinking about offering I don't think we'd be a good match." John chuckled as he moved to grab some fruit from the table since most of his coworkers had cleared. "We both love being on the receiving end too much."

"Well I enjoy dishing it too." Dean laughed. "But no...not me."

Dean ate some of his food. "I know...well knew a few."

"I thought about looking online...but Randy is worried something bad will happen to me." John told Dean.

"Flying solo is a stranger...yeah that's just asking for trouble." Dean commented. "This is one time I agree with him. Damn..." Dean bit his lip in thought.

"So you know a few that are safe?" John probed as he ate, trying to keep an eye on the time. "Maybe one would love to use a healthy, strong guy that likes pain? All I ask is they use a condom if they aren't company guys."

"Well...I know at least one still active." Dean commented as he took a drink from a can of soda. "But I don't know if you could handle him...plus he is very...damn what's a good word?" Dean drummed a finger against his jaw trying to think.

"Oh believe me I can handle him." John said almost eagerly. "I'm always up for a challenge."

Dean looked around slowly then back at John. "No...you can't." He huffed a breath. "There's reasons why I wear what I do. I don't even know if I should be telling you all this."

John still looked unafraid. "So you are playing with the guy now? I want someone who will push my boundaries a little."

"Yeah...we still play. He would need to rein it in for you some though...you know shirtless and all. I still don't know though. He didn't want me bringing him up to anyone though."

John finished his food and patted Dean on the shoulder. "Got to run. No stress, Man. If you want to keep him to yourself I get that. Be on the lookout for me though? Let me know if you see anyone."

"I'll talk to him for you." Dean stated. "Um if you don't mind a double team..." He started to laugh. "Nevermind."

John laughed. "Actually I wouldn't...damn, that sounded bad. See you out there." He took off for his locker room. Dean laughed as he finished up.