Taming the Beast 1

A/N: This is a Brock Lesnar/Seth Rollins Slash story. I just had this idea pop into my head and couldn't get it out so here it is…may become a multi-chapter fic if anyone shows interest. If you like it and want me to continue it please leave a review and let me know.

Warnings: Dub-con…possibly non-con depending on how you look at it. Possible trigger warning for anyone who has dealt with sexual assault so please read with caution. This fic does not start out with friendly happy roses alright? It starts out pretty dark and violent. You have been warned.

Summary: What happened after Seth won Brock's title by beating Roman? Why can he not look Lesnar in the eyes when he returns to Monday Night Raw? Is it fear…or is it something else?

Seth was on top of the world. He'd won the WWE World Heavyweight Championship at Wrestlemania, the biggest stage of them all. Stephanie and Hunter had immediately ushered him off to a private jet so he could go do an early morning interview on the Today Show, which he had frankly enjoyed way more than he probably should have. Now he was back for Monday Night Raw, and despite being a bit jet-lagged he was excited. Hunter and Stephanie were both proud of him and Stephanie had told him that he didn't really need to give Brock Lesnar his rematch tonight…he could wait and do it another day so he could have some recovery time. He went out to the ring anyway but when he saw how amped up the Beast was he knew he didn't have enough in his tank to win the fight that night…so he bailed out. He gave the fans some excuse about being tired and having a hurt foot but Lesnar…he didn't seem to be buying it and went on the attack. After a few Suplexes Seth managed to jump the barricade thanks to the distraction of J&J Security, taking his title and making a run for it.

He watched from the shadows at the top of the stairs as Lesnar snapped and took out the commentator's table, JBL and Booker T going down with it, and then threw J&J over the other table before turning on Michael Cole and rolling him into the ring for a massive suplex. What happened next left even Seth reeling in shock. Lesnar lifted a cameraman over his head and, after ignoring Stephanie's screams to put him down, dropped the man in an F5 Suplex. Seth's jaw dropped open and he vaguely heard Stephanie telling Lesnar he was suspended indefinitely before the man left the ring at the urging of his advocate Paul Hayman. Seth slipped through the back, walking the halls in silent shock as he slowly came to the realization that he wouldn't have to fight Lesnar for the title after all.

When a hand shot out of a darkened back hallway and pulled him into the shadows Seth opened his mouth to yell for help, but a much large hand clamped down over his mouth and stopped him. When Lesnar's face came within an inch of his own he felt his eyes widen as his breathing picked up a rapid pace. He just knew this was where he was going to get his ass kicked so bad he's be in the hospital for days…maybe even weeks. As the much larger man shoved his back hard against the wall Seth let out an involuntary whimper from behind the man's hand, watching in fascinated terror as that sound made the man's face shift from rage to something else that he couldn't pin down. Lesnar leaned in and…sniffed?...yes…he was sniffing Seth's hair like some kind of animal. Seth went rigid in a mix of fear and confusion at the other man's actions, stuttering out a murmured question as Lesnar's hand pulled back from his mouth.

"W…what…are y…you d…doing? L…let me g…go Lesnar."

Lesnar pulled back and gave Seth an amused look that annoyed the smaller male who scowled at him, though he was trying to look intimidating it came off looking more like an angry kitten facing down a junkyard dog.

"I don't think so Pretty Boy…You cost me my title…and I still want something in return for it."

"What are you…what the hell are you talking about? I won that match. This title is mine now."

A rough hand tangled in his long hair and yanked his head back hard, making a sharp whine come from his throat as the larger man growled into his ear.

"Oh you can keep the title Pretty Boy…for now. I'll eventually come back for it. I still want my pound of flesh from you Rollins."

"Pound of…the hell does that even mean? Fuck you…let me the fuck go and get the hell out of here. If Stephanie finds out you're still in the building she'll probably just fire your psycho ass. Go on…get out of here."

He was stopped from saying anything else by a hand tightening around his throat and slightly cutting off his air supply. He clawed at the man's massive arm but it only seemed to amuse him further. Lesnar leaned in close and bit down hard on Seth's neck, making him yelp and squirm from the sudden spike of pain that made heat flare inside him. When Lesnar used his tongue to soothe the bite Seth's eyes went wide and his entire body went rigid in fear. His head started moving from side to side as little shivers made his body shake against the much larger male pinning him to the wall by his throat.

"No…just…whatever…you're thinking…please…don't…just hit me…beat me up…whatever you want…Lesnar…I promise…"

"Easy there Pretty Boy…don't get yourself all worked up over this. Just relax…you'll enjoy it more that way. If you're a good little Pretty Boy and do exactly what I want…then I won't have to make this hurt any more than it has to. Understand Pretty Boy?"

Seth felt tears gathering in his eyes but he refused to let them fall, refused to let this man see him cry. He growled softly and then yelped again as the hand on his throat gave a single warning squeeze. He struggled to get free from that iron grip but it wasn't working, no matter how hard he squirmed or scratched it did nothing. When Lesnar's hand rubbed him firmly through his leather pants he couldn't stop the needy little whimper that made its way up his throat. Lesnar's lips stretched into a satisfied smirk as his head tilted to one side, regarding Seth with amusement and lust.

"See? You do like rough handling…good. That'll make this so much more fun."

"No…Lesnar please just…just let me go. I'll talk to Stephanie…I'll get her to undo your suspension…give you your rematch…please just…just let me go."

"That ain't happening Pretty Boy…not now that I've had a taste of you. On your knees Pretty Boy…NOW!"

Seth resisted but Lesnar was physically stronger then he was and there was no room to maneuver away from him as he roughly shoved Seth onto his knees. Lesnar used one hand, tightened in Seth's long hair, to keep his head in place as he pulled his cock out of his shorts. Seth looked up at him, silently pleading with him to stop but Lesnar ignored him and pushed his large cock up against Seth's tightly pursed lips.

"Open up Pretty Boy…don't make me do it for you…you won't like the result."

Seth shook his head as best he could, refusing to be a willing participant in this…whatever it was. Lesnar growled low and smacked Seth's head against the concrete wall hard, making him gasp in pain and giving him all the opening he needed to shove his thick cock into Seth's mouth.

"Bite me and I'll break your jaw Pretty Boy…your choice. Now suck. Might help if you think of a popsicle or something…"

Seth glared up at him as the man shoved himself deeper into his throat, making him gag and choke on it as he struggled…but he didn't bite down, he knew Lesnar really would break his damn jaw if he did that. Lesnar rolled his eyes at the sounds Seth was making and shoved his cock in all the way down the smaller man's tight throat, listening to the little choking sounds he made.

"Easy Pretty Boy…breath through your nose or you'll pass out…and then I'll have to do something worse to wake your pretty little ass back up."

Seth whimpered as Lesnar basically just used his throat like some kind of perverted sex toy, ignoring the way it made Seth choke and clearly not caring if it hurt…which it did. He couldn't stop the few tears that managed to escape but either Lesnar didn't notice them or, and this was far more likely, he just didn't give a fuck. Lesnar pulled his cock out of Seth's throat before reaching his orgasm and watched as Seth dropped to all fours and gasped for air. He snorted softly and rolled his eyes.

"Stop being so dramatic Pretty Boy…you got a lot more coming to you than that tonight."

Seth's face darted up to his with a look of terror that made the larger man grin at him like. As Lesnar stepped towards him Seth tried to scramble away from him, he didn't make it far as Lesnar stalked him like a predator before grabbing him by the hair and shoving him face-first into the hard floor. Seth felt his head hit the concrete again and winced at the pain.

"Damnit…leave me alone. You've had your fun…you got your payback…just go away now."

"Oh no Pretty Boy…we're not done yet…not by a long shot. Now just lay there and be a good little boy for me…"

"Fuck you…get off me."

He felt the man put almost his full bodyweight on his back and grunted softly, knowing that if Lesnar really wanted to he could crush him that way…but it seemed that he only wanted to keep him in place. Lesnar shifted his weight just enough to be able to yank Seth's leather pants down, the friction of the leather being pulled so roughly against the sensitive skin of his dick making Seth cry out and buck his hips to try and get Lesnar off of him. Lesnar growled at him and bit down hard on the back of Seth's neck, like a wild animal does when his chosen mate puts up a fight, and Seth felt his body go almost limp. His mind wanted to fight but his body just gave up with that bite and Lesnar was able to work Seth's pants all the way down to his knees. The larger man growled softly against Seth's neck when he realized the smaller male wasn't actually wearing underwear, earning a soft whimpering sound from Seth.

"Please…don't do this…Lesnar please…I'll give you anything you want…just don't do this…please?"

"Your lips say one thing…but your slutty little body says something else entirely Pretty Boy. You're hard as a rock and I haven't even touched you yet. You like being handled rough…you like being dominated and controlled…don't you Pretty Boy?"

Seth shook his head to try and deny it but deep inside he was enjoying it and that terrified him. He knew he liked pain in the ring but that was different…wasn't it? He felt those teeth on the back of his neck again and turned bright red as a high keening whine came out of his throat, earning him a deep rumbling laugh from the Beast on his back.

"Such a needy little pet aren't you Pretty Boy? Pet…I think I like that idea…put a little collar around that pretty little throat of yours and have you crawling on all fours at my feet. You'd like that wouldn't you Pretty Boy? To be my pretty little pet?"

Seth opened his mouth to try and deny it but he felt one of Lesnar's thick fingers push into his tight ass and tried to buck away from the intrusion, his inner muscles tightening in defense and a strangled sound catching in his throat. He felt the other massive hand smoothing down his back, petting him like a cat to try and relax him…and damn if it wasn't actually working.

"Easy Pretty Boy…you gotta relax or this'll hurt a lot more than it needs to. That's it…just relax for me Pretty Boy."

As soon as Seth's muscles relaxed a little bit Lesnar…no Brock…started to move that finger around inside of his body to loosen him up just a little bit. Seth whined in protest from the pain but that hand just kept petting along the tattoo on his spine and it kept him much calmer than he thought he should be. When Lesnar…Brock...when Brock added a second finger Seth nearly shot through the roof, at least he would have if the man wasn't holding him down with his body. He cried softly as he felt like his insides were burning.

"It…hurts…please…no more…please Brock…please…"

Brock's eyes softened just slightly at hearing Seth use his first name, but he wasn't going to stop until he got what he wanted, and what he knew Seth wanted despite his protesting. He bit down on the back of Seth's neck again and felt the smaller man go limp, allowing him to insert another finger into him. Seth barely reacted to the pain this time aside from twitching and whimpering at him. Brock moved his fingers, twisting them in and out while spreading them wide to try and loosen up Seth's tight little hole. He didn't want to do any permanent damage to the younger male, he wanted the other to enjoy it and be able to take pleasure from this as well. When Seth started to push back against Brock's fingers the larger man's lips turned up in a grin, and he couldn't resist teasing Seth some more since it apparently turned the two-toned male on even more.

"That's good Pretty Boy…cuck yourself on my fingers like a good little slut pet. Come on…that's a good boy…keep it up. You look so pretty like this my little pet. Panting like a bitch in heat and fucking yourself on my fingers…"

Seth felt his face flushing bright red at Brock's words but he couldn't exactly deny the accusation. He felt heat pooling low in his stomach and felt that tight coiling sensation as those fingers spread out inside his ass, stretching him open for what was coming. When Brock pulled his fingers out completely Seth whined in protest at the loss, earning him an almost fond chuckle and a sharp pat on the ass that made him gasp and moan a bit.

"Oh you are just too much fun pet…don't you worry…we'll explore spanking when I get back from my little vacation. For now though…I want you to put your forehead on the floor, just like that good boy…now stick your pretty little ass up in the air for me…little more pet…there you go…now take your hands and spread those cheeks open wide…come one pet…there you go…wider…very good boy…"

Seth's entire face and neck were flushed bright red from embarrassment, but his dick was rock hard and leaking pre-cum onto the floor from hos turned on this whole situation was making him. He'd slept with many people but no one had ever made him feel like this before and he was slowly finding out that he really…really liked it. He felt the blunt head of Brock's cock poking at his ass, giving silent permission to keep going, and he pushed back a little as he turned his head to be able to watch the larger man's face as he slowly pushed into Seth's tight hole. Seth gasped in pain as Brock's thick head pushed past the still-tight ring of muscle that guarded his secret entrance, but eventually the muscle gave way and the head sort-of just popped in. Seth gasped and whimpered loudly from the sudden spike of pain, but Brock's big fingers stroked the base of his neck and he slowly calmed back down again.

"Fuck…that…hurt…like…hell…"

"I know pet…there's no easy way to do that part. It'll be a lot better now though…just keep relaxing and try to push yourself back against me pretty boy…can you do that for me pet?"

"I…I think so…please Brock…"

"Please what pet? What do you need Pretty Boy?"

Seth felt his face turn bright red again as he tried to speak but all that came out was a tiny squeaking sound that seemed to amuse his larger partner.

"Come on Pretty Boy…don't get all shy on me now. Tell me what you want pet…You want me to stop? To just get up and leave you here like this?"

"NO!"

The word shot out before Seth could even fully process the words Brock had said, his body and brain reacting on pure instinct.

"No? Then tell me little pet…what…do…you…want?"

Brock punctuated each words with a sharp nip to the back of Seth's neck and a sharp smack to one of his ass cheeks, leaving Seth a panting mess underneath him again.

"I…I want…you to…please Brock…I want you…to…to…fuck…I want you to fuck me! Please?!"

He ended up getting frustrated and just yelling it out, earning him a fond rumble of laughter and a gentle press of lips against the back of his neck followed by a lick.

"Good boy…now was that so hard to say?"

Seth grumbled incoherently until Brock started to slide further into his body, causing another of those keening whines to escape him at the stretching, burning feeling that flooded his senses. Those big fingers came to rub the base of his neck again to soothe his pain.

"Oh god…fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck."

"Let it out pretty boy…you're doing just fine."

"Not my fault…you're so…fucking huge."

Brock just gave Seth a big self-satisfied smirk at those words and Seth grumbled at him again. Brock kept petting his neck until his cock was seated all the way inside Seth's tight little hole. He gave Seth's body a little time to adjust and get used to the feeling, and when Seth started to fuck himself on Brock's cock he knew the smaller man was ready. Brock pulled back almost all the way out, smiling softly at Seth's whine of protest, before snapping his hips forward and burying himself all the way back inside. Seth arched back against Brock's chest with a loud, and decidedly slutty, moan of pleasure that Brock loved the sound of. He reached in front of Seth and put his hand around the smaller man's dick, pleasantly surprised at how large it actually was. Seth's head fell back onto Brock's shoulder and his hands clawed at the man's big arms as he panted for breath. Brock set a hard, fast pace as he pulled Seth back against him and thrust up into his now-willing body.

The whines, whimpers, and moans coming from the smaller man were music to Brock's ears and he knew he wasn't going to be able to let this one go any time soon. Seth's body was so responsive to him, and he just knew that Seth was the type to worry over every little detail in his life unless someone could shut his brain off for a little bit…and Brock was good at that. From the mindless sounds of pleasure Seth was making he apparently agreed with that assessment. When Brock gave a particularly hard thrust Seth came undone, a scream getting caught in his throat and coming out as a strangled sound when he came all over Brock's hand. The tightening of Seth's inner muscles triggered Brock's own release and he bit down hard on the back of Seth's neck as he came inside the smaller man. He leaned back against a wall, keeping Seth on his lap as the smaller man leaned back against him and panted for breath. Brock lifted his cum-covered hand and pressed it gently against Seth's lips, causing the smaller one to open his eyes lazily and give the hand a sort-of cross-eyed stare of confusion.

"Lick it clean Pretty Boy."

Seth whined softly, still not quite able to form words again just yet and Brock chuckled at him, using his clean hand to push the sweaty hair back from the younger man's face.

"Come on now pet…you've been so good, don't ruin it now…lick it clean little pet."

Seth's tongue hesitantly poked out of his mouth and gave an experimental lick of the white stuff coating Brock's hand. He'd never tasted anyone's cum before, much less his own, but he found that it wasn't actually all that bad…a bit salty and slightly bitter but not as bad as he thought it would be. He ended up licking the hand clean and then sucking on the fingers before he even realized what he was doing…when he did he froze, Brock's index finger still in his mouth, and looked up at the man with an adorably confused expression on his face.

"Tastes good doesn't it pet? It's alright to like it. It's a good thing. Next time I'll cum in your pretty mouth so you can swallow it all for me. You like the sound of that Pretty Boy?"

Seth bit his lower lip and gave a shy little nod, ducking his head to hide his red face, but a big firm hand pulled his head back and with a soft growl.

"No hiding Pretty Boy. Not from me. Unfortunately I have to leave now…but when I come back, I will be coming back for you…not just my title. So I suggest you learn how to give a good Blow Job before then so you can please me properly pet…and if you do then I'll make sure to give you a really nice reward for it. Be a good boy while I'm gone pet and don't let anyone else take that title from you…only me got it?"

Seth just nodded as Brock leaned in and gave him a hard kiss, practically sucking Seth's tongue out of his mouth and leaving the poor man panting breathlessly as the larger one tucked himself back into his pants and walked away. Seth just sat against that wall for almost a full hour until his old friend and former teammate dean Ambrose found him. Dean's eyes went wide in concern and he ended up crouching next to Seth and trying to get the other to look at him.

"Seth? You alright bro? Did someone hurt you? Did someone…ya know…violate you?"

"Nah…I'm alright Dean…thanks though…for worrying…and being such a good friend…even when I'm a dickface."

Dean just snorted in amusement as Seth's words slurred together. Somebody had fucked his little brother good and hard to mess his little brain up that much…and he wasn't sure yet if it was a good thing or not. He picked Seth up and carried him through the now-empty halls since him and Roman were the only ones left in the building…at least he'd thought they were until he found Seth. He burst into the locker room he and Roman shared and laid Seth on the couch, blocking him from Roman who was still pissed-off about how Seth got the title and was about ready to beat him up for it.

"Easy Rome…back off Bro he's been through enough punishment for one night."

"The fuck are you talking about Dean?"

"I found him in a dark hallway near the back with his pants around his knees and a puddle of…well…you know…under his ass. Between that and the way he's been slurring his words I'm like 99.9% positive somebody fucked his ass hard tonight…what I don't know is whether he wanted it or not."

"Fuck…Seth…Baby Boy…are you alright?"

Dean watched in amusement as all the anger and fight drained out of Roman in an instant and he went into overprotective big-brother mode.

"I told you Ro…he's out of it right now. He won't make much sense until morning bro."

Seth was mostly asleep by this point and was muttering softly, only a few words being able to be understood by his former teammates.

"be good boy…hold onto title…pretty boy…coming back…"

"Yep…out of it. Come on Ro…let's get our little brother back to our room so he can sleep it off in safety. I don't think anyone else needs to see him like this."

"Agreed."

Roman lifted Seth into his big arms and carried him outside while Dean grabbed all three of their bags and headed to their SUV. Neither of them noticed the figure in the shadows out back watching them. Brock kept an eye on the trio, watching how carefully the other two former Shield men held Seth and took care of him like family…even after everything he'd put them both through. Brock let a an almost tender smile cross his lips before Paul Hayman found him and told him they needed to leave.

"You're not going to stalk that kid are you Brock? He's not worth it."

"Oh but he is Paul. He's worth so much more than you know. I'll get him back when I come back from this stupid little suspension…and then I'll make him mine and I will own him."

Paul just looked confused for a minute as Brock turned and walked away, but he shrugged it off and followed his client. Dean drove the SUV while Roman sat in the back with Seth's head in his lap. As soon as they got to their hotel and got him inside Roman put him in one of the two beds and covered him up.

"Is he gonna be alright Dean?"

"Depends."

"On what?"

"On whether he wanted whatever the fuck happened to him tonight…if he wanted it and enjoyed then he'll be fine…if not then he's gonna need our support and help whether he wants it or not. I've seen this kind of thing destroy women and I'm not gonna let it destroy my little brother."

"Don't worry Dean…we'll be here for him no matter what happens. Even when he pisses us off royally…we'll still be here."

"Damn straight."

The two men watched over their 'little brother' throughout the night, watching and waiting for him to wake up…to know if he was going to be alright or not.