Title: Popping the Cork 1/?
Author: candy_belle and dreamscarred
Rating: NC-17
Serious Warnings: sex, dark, bdsm, blood play, toy play, violence,D/s, dub-con, attempted non-con,drugs
Pairing: Randy Orton x Hunter
Summary: This is the sequel to Break You Down. Randy goes out with his new master to a club to have a little fun but gets far more than he ever bargained for.
Beta: none all mistakes are your own, so please forgive us for any errors.
Disclaimer: We own nothing but we wish we did.
Archived at : Wrestling Slash Fanfiction Archive

Randy looked in the mirror running gel through his dark brown hair making sure it was spiked just the way his master liked it. He tussled until it was a nice spiky mess before picking up the bottle of cologne that drove his master wild with desire. Randy still wasn't sure why he agreed to all this, why he had allowed himself to break and become another man's sexual slave. But he had and quite honestly he enjoyed the perks that came with all the sexual tortures he had to endure.

Randy was now a kept man with all the benefits and privileges most of the locker room could only dream of having. He rode in limos, flew on private jets, he was quickly rising to the main event he was getting everything he had be promised and everyone saw that but none saw the price he was paying by literally sitting in the lap of luxury.

All they saw was Randy's positives that were handed to him none of them knew the nightly pain he had to endure at the hands of his master, the man with the mighty initials of HHH. The pain wasn't the spanking or the way too large dildos ripping his ass, no, the pain always came within because after all the darkness was over Hunter would cuddle him. The older man would pamper him make him feel loved and it turned Randy's stomach because he enjoyed it, he enjoyed almost all aspects of this sick double life.

Randy threw the towel around his waist to the hotel bathroom floor walking out into the bedroom. On the bed was a black box wrapped in a gold silk ribbon. Randy had already read the card attach that read, "This is what you'll be where out tonight for my enjoyment make sure to have looked at it before I return." This wasn't the first time Hunter presented him with an outfit to wear out in public so Randy wasn't worried about the box's contents. Hunter had spoiled him with Armani suits, silk dress shirts, and expensive shoes - most of which usually ended up ripped and on the floor after their outings. Randy was sure this box contain a sexy outfit for him to walk around the club in, showing off for Hunter's pleasure so that later Hunter would taunt his behavior and call him slut like normal.

"I guess I should get dressed," Randy pulled the bow from the box and lifted the lid. "What the… you've got to be fucking kidding me. No way am I wearing this in public!"

"Something wrong, Randal?"

Randy spun around still holding the new present and stared at his master who was lounging in the doorway.

Randy wanted to scream at him, tell him to go to hell but he knew to do so would incur his master's wrath and he really didn't' want that. Instead he bowed his head and rumbled, "I just…I...what sort of club are we going to?" he asked frantically looking at the leather harness and scary looking laces.

"You filthy minded slut," chuckled Hunter. Taking the harness from Randy he explained, "This goes under your trousers!" He shook his head and racking Randy with an almost disappointed look he sighed, "You really think I would allow you to parade around like that? My god you are such a cum slut! Seems I need to lock you up or else that cock and arse of yours would be on offer to all and sundry...won't it, SLUT!" roared Hunter suddenly slapping Randy hard in the face.

Stumbling with the force of the blow Randy forced his head back round and looking at Hunter, he replied breathlessly, "No... No Master no! You know there's no one. I've not been any one since you laid claim to…" his voice faded as Hunter sighed at him.

Suddenly Hunter was smiling. Stroking Randy's face, he soothed "I know. You're a good bitch. Now quit stalling and put that harness on for me. Oh and Bitch…" added Hunter with a growl as he sank down on to the edge of the bed, "Give me a good show."

Randy was already nude having come fresh from the shower his body now fully dry. He ran a hand over his perfectly tan flesh until it reached the top of his pelvic bone. Gracefully he slid it back up pinching one of his nipples getting an approving smile from Hunter. He twisted the nub until it was painful erect before doing the same to its matching copper twin.

Hunter's eyes became hooded with lust has Randy hand trail up over his face to run through his spike gelled hair ruffling it a bit to give it a tease that made it looked like he just got done writhing on a bed from fucking.

Randy spread his legs and dipped his hips down low finally grasping his cock giving it slow short tugs work it to full hardness. His hips rolled and he stood back up to his full 6'4 height sucking on two of his fingers while his hand worked over his cock.

Hunter was enthrall with the show Randy was giving him, his boy was a quick learner. He knew Randy had more skill than him at attraction and one day when his protégé selected his prey his slave they would be helpless to not to obey him. "Oh yeah," spilled from Randy's hip become obvious to Hunter that Randy was enjoy this show a lot more than he should.

"I said get dressed not masturbate slut!" Hunter growled grabbing the leather harness.

Randy stumbled as Hunter grabbed his arm and pulled him closer, forcing him to stand in front of him. Without speaking Hunter just started to dress him, slipping the leather harness on, sliding it up the thick thighs. With a loud slap to Randy's now erect and leaking cock Hunter quickly tied the five sets of laces. Randy groaned loudly, whimpering as Hunter tightened the final lace a little too tight catching the tip of his cock with his nails. The harness held his erect cock upright bound tight to his groin, his balls already aching from the stain. Stepping back Hunter admired his handy work then with a sadistic smile he racked a short nail over the tender underside of Randy's cock, the laces pulling as Hunter moved his finger over them.

"Who does your dick belong to?" growled Hunter getting right into Randy's face.

"You," breathed Randy the bravado from a few moments ago knocked out of him by the new harness. Hunter had made him wear bondage clothing before but never anything as restrictive and certainly never anything that he would have to wear outside. He was about to speak when he was sent flying backwards. Landing on the bed he gasped as Hunter suddenly straddle him, the older man grinning as he shuffled down so he ended up sitting on Randy's thighs, his eyes glued to Randy's laced up cock.

"Mmmm," purred Hunter happily, running a finger over the imprison cock, "You know what this needs?" Randy shook his head gasping as Hunter grabbed his left hand and placed it on his jean clad groin, "A little lubrication," chuckled Hunter darkly, "I think your new underwear needs to shine...and I have just the thing to polish it with."

Hunter undid his fly freeing his impress thick cock pre cum already oozing from the tip thanks to Randy's little performance. Randy held his hands above his head, locking his hands around his wrists as a sign of submission which made Hunter smile. The young man had learned so quickly all the little things he liked in a slave Hunter thought to himself. It was willingness like this that he loved to see and why he liked rewarding Randy in the daylight with the fine things in life.

Hunter wrapped his large hand around his dick and began pumping up and down making sure each stroke to himself was calculated and precise. He squeeze his base then slowly move his hand up until he reached the tip give sharp twist to the red pre-cum drenched head. Then he would lift his hand completely off and start at the base again.

Randy watch giving his master his full attention knowing the more well behaved he was now the more likely Hunter would pick up his bar tab tonight. Randy licked his dry lips at the thought of all that alcohol coursing through his veins serving as a way to numb his body from the nightly tortures he knew Hunter would inflict on him after they returned from the club.

"Master you look amazing but we're going to be late," Randy waited for it and received a slap to the face for his disobedience.

"How dare you speak to me like that slut," Hunter began increasing his strokes while Randy tried not to smirk as his plan to get his master to speed up had worked.

It took Hunter a few moments to reach his climax but as his release spurted out of him he directed the flow making sure it coated all of Randy's laced up and bound cock. Drawing in air he sat back leaning heavily on Randy's' thighs.

Wincing with the weight Randy looked up and whispered, "Thank you Master."

Hunter suddenly smiled and dipped a finger into his release. Getting a good coating on his finger he moved his hand up Randy's torso and slowly circled each nipple, covering each hard nub with a good coating of his release. He went back and gathered up a little more before dabbing a spot of release into the hollow at the base of Randy's neck. Then with a final knowing smile he coated his finger and traced Randy's bottom lip, making it shine with the thick cum. Randy smiled faintly trying hard not to actually lick his lip clean – over the last few months he'd actually become semi addicted to the taste of Hunter's release and loved nothing better than tasting it.

With his chest still heaving Hunter slowly clambered off Randy ordering, "Get dressed."

Randy frowned. He was still covered in Hunter's release, he could feel it drying on his cock and nipples. When he made no move Hunter reached over and smacked his thigh barking, "Now! I don't want us to be late."

"But…" stammered Randy, "But I...I'm dirty…" he winced at how pathetic he sounded.

"You're always dirty," chuckled Hunter dryly but then seeing Randy's look he leant down and nuzzling his nose against Randy's hair he growled in his ear, "You're gonna wear my mark all night long. When people get near you, they are going to smell my release on you. They are going to know…you're nothing but a dirty filthy slut."

He pulled back and patronizingly patted Randy's cheek before adding lightly, "Now quit whining and get dressed."

Randy rolled off his bed and went to his suitcase, opening it to reveal an assortment of clothing. "Which color does Master want to see me in tonight?" Randy looked at the few different colors silk button up shirts he had knowing Hunter knew what colors to select from.

"White like the cum you will wear tonight. White so the club goers will think you're virginal and pure although most know that's far from the truth," Hunter watched Randy pull out the white shirt. Randy placed his arms in the cool smooth sleeves then shrugged his shoulder up so that his male tramp stamp tattoo as Hunter called it was covered.

Randy turned and faced Hunter so the older man could watch as he buttoned up the shirt. The older man smiled at how the shirt fit Randy snuggly in all the right places so that when he moved a certain way you could see the copper cum cover nipples that lie beneath the fabric.

Next Randy grabbed a pair of black dress slacks frowning not knowing if he'd be able to pull them up over his groin without a bit of Hunter's release getting on the outside of them.

"Damn it, quit lollygagging we don't have all night. Or do I have to dress you again," Hunter stood from the bed.

"No!" exclaimed Randy quickly he looked up explaining, "I'm just trying do it so I don't...don't want to waste any of your ..." he stumbled over the words and as Hunter chuckled mockingly at him, he felt the blush rising up his face and growled deep in his throat. Ignoring the mocking looks Hunter was throwing him, he just decided to go for it, yanking the trousers up letting out a sigh of relief when he did it with out the release staining the expensive material. Quickly fastening the zipper he finished dressed and turned to check his hair. As he as string at him self in the mirror he saw Hunter moving up behind him. He smiled faintly as the older man spooned against him the blond head resting on his shoulder.

"You look good," praised Hunter his hand drifting down Randy's front ending on his still wet groin. Pressing his hand down really firmly he was making sure the cum soaked into the pants knowing it would add to Randy's personal humiliation. Placing a soft kiss on Randy's neck he pulled back and patted his rump calling, "Right you ready now?"

"Yes sir," replied Randy rolling his neck out. He felt so dirty, so unclean and yet at the same time, against his own wishes, he felt so turned on as well. The harness binding his cock was surprisingly comfortable and as they waited for the lift he glanced over at Hunter wondering what was going through the older man's mind.

The lift doors opened and both men stepped in to the empty ride. Pressing the down button Hunter turned his attention to his servant looking Randy up and down, loving how Randy kept his head bowed because they were in private.

Hunter was hoping tonight would go smoothly. He knew he was taking a risk bring Randy out in public covered in his cum. The smell could attract unwanted attention for his boy so he would need to make sure Randy stayed close by. However he got the wicked thought of playing with Randy's mind by placing the young man around a few certain people to see if would try their luck with Randy and make him uncomfortable. Yes that was a nice plan he thought and he was sure he would be able to stop the people he had in mind before they got too far with his toy.

Randy look up as the door ding and the elevator doors opened wide revealing the lobby full of people. He let Hunter exit first keeping two paces behind the older man. To any on lookers it wouldn't seem like anything but to them it was a sign of dominance.

They walked out the revolving door and were greeted with a valet holding open the door to a very long black limo. "Get in," Hunter gestured allowing Randy to climb in first before he followed the valet closing the door just before the limo sped off to the club.

Making sure the shutter was up between them and the driver, Hunter handed Randy a glass of champagne ordering, "Drink up kid, I think tonight's gonna be a good night."

Randy smiled and downed the glass in almost one go. One of the things he loved about being Hunter's personal slave were the luxuries that got lavished on him. Finest champagne, suits, silk shirts, everything was the very finest quality. He lowered his glass and saw Hunter watching him closely. Guessing what the older man was thinking, Randy slid off the seat and turned so he was kneeling between Hunter's spread legs. Flaring his hands over the large thighs Randy bowed his head and looking up at his master from under his lashes he rumbled softly, "What does my master require."

Hunter smiled and stroking the short hair he mused, "So many things but right now…" he gave a little huff of laughter and replied, "…nothing."

Randy's head shot up the confusion clear in his face. Normally when they were in the back of the limo Hunter wanted a blow job or at the very least a hand job.

Blinking rapidly Randy asked nervously, "Is...Is something wrong...Have I displease.." he stopped speaking the moment he realised what he was actually asking. As he realised that he – Randy Orton - was actually willingly on his knees between another man's legs and was worried about disappointing that man sexually. He sank back onto his heels and looked up at Hunter.

Hunter grinned and lunging forward he caught Randy's head between his large hands. Leaning in he brushed his lips over Randy's and soothed, "No my willing little whore. Nothing is wrong…" he paused kissing Randy passionately before pulling back to add patronisingly, "Now get up of the floor. I don't want you ruining those trousers I gave."

Randy obeyed his face burning at the reminder that everything he was wearing had been given to him by Hunter – everything including the leather harness currently binding his cock.

As the limo pulled up to the club Hunter turned and fixing Randy with a strange look he ordered, "Stay close to me tonight. I don't want you wandering off. No telling what will happen when certain people catch scent of you tonight. After all…" he leant in and whispering in Randy's ear, "…you reek of sex, you little slut."

Randy grimaced at the reminder of the white cologne Hunter had sprayed him with earlier without allowing him to wash it off. He knew anyone, man or woman, that got near him would surely smell Hunter's scent on him.

The door was pulled open shaking Randy from his thoughts Hunter stepped out of the limo first Randy climbing out behind him. There was a long line up at the club door with the security preventing people from entering. Hunter walked up the man and said who he was and the two of them were allowed past the black velvet rope.

The club was dark with some flashing lights on the dance floor. The music pumping through the speakers was low and sultry but very danceable as proven by all the bodies bumping and grinding together on the floor. Overall the club was very upscale. There were circular booths lining the walls so that groups could sit and obverse the dance floor. The staff all wore dress shirts with bow ties walking around carrying silver trays of liquor.

Randy inwardly groan as he saw the booth Hunter was leading them to and the two men seated at it. It was going to be a long, long night.