Randy was shaking. That short walk had been the most terrifying of his entire life. He leant back against the lift walls trying desperately to control his breathing. He risked looking over at Hunter and internally flinched. The look of anger on Hunter's face was heart stopping. He was glowering at the world. Slowly the honey eyes looked up and locked with Randy's.

Without speaking Hunter just pushed away from the wall and crossed over crowding Randy back with his sheer presence. Reaching down he curled a large hand around Randy's imprisoned groin and squeezed. He just kept squeezing even when Randy started gasping begging him to stop. He kept squeezing the impassioned flesh - going as far as to roll the defenceless balls in his hand - as unwanted tears started to roll down Randy's face. Without speaking Hunter leant in and licked the first few tears off Randy's cheek licking his lips as he pulled back. Finally releasing Randy's groin he stepped back watching impassively as Randy crumpled curling in around himself clutching at his abused cock.

"Look at me."

Randy slowly lifted his head, grunting with surprise as Hunter backhanded him across the face.

Forcing himself to look back at his master, Randy sniffed back the tears knowing Hunter was far from finished.

"Get up bitch," Hunter snarled as the elevator dinged signaling their arrival at their room's floor. Randy picked himself up and made sure the jacket was secure and followed Hunter. Making sure to stay five steps behind Hunter, Randy could feel the butterflies fluttering in his guts not know what would happen when they hit the room.

The door swung open and Hunter just glared as Randy wanted past him keeping his head bowed. Randy just stood in the middle of the room not sure if he would kneel or run into the bathroom and lock the door. Inhaling and exhaling Randy just waited as he heard the door shut and then another door shut.

He turned and saw Hunter had gone into the washroom, Randy took this moment to run for his stress relief his cigarettes. Ripping open the package he putting on to his lips and took a long hard drag letting the nicotine fill his system calming him.

"What are you doing?" growled Hunter stepping out of the wash room in his underwear. Randy coughed and sputtered in surprise. He had been so lost in enjoying his smoke he hadn't heard the door clicked open.

"I.. I…" Randy just stood frozen in fear as Hunter took the cigarette from him and shoved it into him shoulder, making Randy scream out as it burned him.

Hunter pulled the cigarette back loving the red burn marring Randy's shoulder. Stubbing the spent stick out he glared at Randy then snarled, "I didn't give you permission to smoke."

"I'm sorry," gasped Randy still trying to fight the pain in his shoulder from the burn, "I just needed to.." his voice faded and he rumbled "I'm sorry."

"You will be," chuckled Hunter darkly.

He walked over to the mini fridge and pulled out a new bottle of champagne. Looking at Randy he smirked as he saw the younger man flinch as the memories of what he'd done with the other bottle flooded back. Making sure Randy was watching him he poured a glass then pulled out a small white pill and plopped it into the glass. Swilling it around he waited for the glass to stop bubbling then walking over he held the glass out, ordering, "Drink it."

Randy hesitated. He could remember what the drug had felt like, the way he'd been two people at once - himself and then the drugged slut craving sex no matter what. When he hesitated Hunter just sighed then without no warning he grabbed Randy's face and tilting his head back he started to pour the drink in ordering, "Swallow or I will make you so sorry you disobeyed me earlier!"

Hunter flooded Randy's mouth with the fizzing golden liquid, the young man trying to swallow as quickly as he could, trying not to let any spill out of his mouth. Smirking Hunter threw the glass letting it shatter on the wall once it was empty. Grabbing the champagne bottle, Hunter hurled back Randy up against the wall.

"Keep your mouth open bitch!" Hunter growled huskily.

Randy was dizzy from the force drink and pill. Tilting his head back he obeyed and the older man began drenching him in the alcohol spilling it into Randy's mouth not stopping letting it flow out. The gold liquid bubbled over Randy's face, down his neck, chest making his body soaking wet with liquor.

Randy looked like an erotic fountain standing like that but he was being to sway the pill affecting him much more than the one in the limo. What he didn't know was in the limo the whole bottle had only contained one pill, this time the pill was diluted with a lot less champagne.

Hunter was laughing until he saw Randy collapse to the floor, the younger man coughing a little but not responding, his eyes wide open and his pupils black.

The laugher froze on Hunter's lips as he realised Randy wasn't responding. Dropping to his knees he reached over, swearing when he felt how cold Randy was. Touching Randy's face he growled, "Randy? Randal are you okay? Answer me?"

He swore loudly when there was no reply. Bowing his head he gave a low growl then looking up he tried a single slap across Randy's' face. It had no effect except sending the unresponsive man crashing the floor. Swearing again Hunter tried to calm his suddenly shaking hands. He hadn't meant for that to happen. He would never purposely endanger Randy that way. Sure he may beat rape abuse and generally dominate the younger man but underneath all the supposed hatred that supposed violence he actually cared about him. Cared a lot about him, probably far more than he really should. Far more than his own masters ever cared for him.

With shaking hands he slowly gathered Randy up, straining to lift the unresponsive six foot five wrestler. Struggling to regain his feet he carried Randy a few paces to the bed then gently laid him down calling softly, "Randy..Randy come on answer me come on please you've gotta be in there."

Then with a tenderness unseen before he gently rested his forehead against Randy's and whispered, "Please...I need you...I need my boy…I'm sorry."

"Master," Randy slurred his words blinking. Hunter smiled that Randy was responding. Hunter had never used this type of drug before normally it was the powder type. As the younger man blinked and mumbled his name, Hunter knew the drug was working properly and Randy would be fine in the morning.

"Slut do you want it?" Hunter smirked knowing it didn't mean anything or it could mean everything.

"Yea," Randy sad in a soft voice willingly opening his legs. Hunter chuckled and got on the bed. With Randy in this state he could do whatever he wanted and the young man would never remember it.

That's why he slowly kissed Randy while caressing the tattooed arms lovingly since Randy would never remember that he'd showed him kindness and affection. Hunter slowly ground his hips down feeling that Randy was still imprisoned in the cock ring.

The blond man sat up resting on Randy's thighs and took a hold of the straining cock. Carefully he began removing the ring not wanting to hurt the delicate flesh at the moment. Tossing the ring to the floor Hunter began to gently stroke Randy's cock drawing little whimpers and mews from the future Viper's lips.

"Randy," the brown eyes looked into the drug fogged grey ones. "Do you love me?"

Randy frowned blinking desperately as if trying to clear his vision. Hunter sighed and repeated his questions one hand sliding up the liquor soaked torso to rest on Randy's shoulders.

Slowly Randy blinked then murmured, "Yes…"

The smile that blossomed over Hunter's face was like the rarest of flowers. It lit up the normally scowling features and as he leant back down, lying full length against his drugged slave, Hunter nuzzled his face against Randy's whispering, "I love you too."

He turned his face pressing a soft loving kiss to Randy's' cheek. He sighed as he felt Randy start rutting against him. The sex drug was obviously working its dark magic on Randy's body. He lay there allowing Randy to rub and grind against him. Part of him wished he could just lie with Randy some times and hold him but he knew that could never happen. They would never share the softer side of a relationship.

He sighed again then thrusting his body upwards he hovered over Randy love/hating the way Randy's' legs wrapped themselves around his waist, the strong muscles trying to force him back down. Hunter bit his lip then reaching between them he stroked Randy's cock asking, "What do you want? Tell me what do you want from me?"

"Take me," Randy had a lazy drug induced smile on his face his hands moving sluggishly to massage his chest.

A small piece of Hunter knew what he was doing and what he been doing to Randy was wrong. However he wanted the young man, he wanted to possess every part of so Randy only belonged to him. And he knew this was the only way, that Randy would never fall in love with him naturally. Betrayal, lies and pain it was the only way Hunter could keep him.

Hunter wanted to give Randy his love but he knew Randy would just think it was a trick and the slap was to come but tonight with Randy now in a drugged fog where he couldn't remember Hunter could love him just for a while.

The older man rubbed Randy's inner tights before taking his cock and rubbing the head slowly over Randy's already abused hole that was starting to heal.

"Master, please," Randy was still smile that odd smile that Hunter had never seen before and knew he may not see it again unless he re drug his boy. Shaking his head he leaned down and kissed Randy on those lips slow with tenderness as he pushed his cock in the overly willing body.

Randy groaned loudly his hips pushing up trying to quicken the pace but Hunter was purposefully slow. He was drawing it out, taking his time to savour the feeling as he slid into the abused hole, the hole he himself had abused earlier in the night. Part of him felt deep shame at what he had done but the other part the dark twisted part knew he would do it again without hesitation. How could he not Randy was designed for sex. The near perfect body was designed to be fucked, to be made to quake with sexual release and need. But that wasn't what he wanted right then. Right then he wanted the tenderness that was normally missing from their couplings.

Bowing his head he rested his forehead against Randy's and breathed, "Touch me. Run your hands over me like you love me."

Randy gave a gurgled chuckle slurring, "Love you...yeah I can do that…"

And with a softness that ripped Hunters heart apart Randy ran his hands up and down the large muscular back the fingers massaging the tight flesh. Hunter slowly pushed in all the way, burying himself deep within Randy's overly willing body. Holding himself still he frowned as Randy's hands slowly come to a halt on his back, the grey eyes fogged with drugs staring questioningly at him.

"Master…" Hunter looked down gasping with surprise as Randy asked, "Do you love me?"

Hunter gazed down into the grey blue drugged eyes not believing the words that had spilled from the young man's lips. Hunter was unsure whether to answer honestly or lie to the man. It was a heart verses mind decision. Randy was drugged to the hilt surely when he awoke in the morning he wouldn't remember what transpired in the room only the club and limo ride back. Hunter had to say it once, he needed to just to let the man he was currently inside know the truth.

"Yes, I do love you," Hunter stroked Randy's cheek and slowly kissed him letting more emotion flow through the kiss as Randy lazily kissed him back. "I will protect you, but I will still hurt you more. I'm sorry," Hunter closed his eyes and didn't notice the single tear trail down his cheek to splash on Randy's in traced face. "I'm a monster. They did this to me and I can't stop and now I'm making you a monster. God I hope you're stronger than I am."

Hunter put his full weight on Randy rocking his hips in and out of the barely responsive body. Making love to Randy tonight was the only apology Hunter knew how to give and he knew in the end Randy would never forgive him. In the end Hunter would watch Randy turn into the same thing he was - a monster and for that Hunter could not even forgive himself because he knew he would never stop wanting Randy for every dark desire he possessed.

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