Title: Possession 1/?
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Dark, forced sexual activities, mental and verbal abuse, BDSM
Characters: Randy x Hunter, John Cena
Summary: This is the continuation to our previous Randy/Hunter fics Break you down and Popping the Cork. Hunter suspects Randy of flirting with another man and is scared of losing him so he does the only thing he can can think of to keep the younger man at his side forever.
Beta: none all mistakes are your own, so please forgive us for any errors.
Disclaimer: We own nothing but we wish we did.

"Aww come on," drawled John trailing behind a naked Randy as he wandered into the shower area, "Ortz we gotta go and celebrate with a drink!"

"Johnny," rumbled Randy fondly, shooting a soft fond look at his old friend, "I said no. Look I can't go ..."

"But you love drinking!" protested John sidling up to him and giving Randy an over exaggerated puppy pout that had the younger man laughing fondly.

"Pawease!" mewed John batting his eyelashes for extra effect.

"No you dork!" growled Randy shoving John away.

Stumbling backwards, John's chuckle turned into a gasp as he started to slip on the wet tiles. As he began to fall Randy lashed out, grabbing him around the waist. Clinging to Randy's bicep, John steadied himself and found his breath catching in his throat. He was cm's away from Randy, their height difference meaning his lips were nearly brushing Randy's chin and he was staring into the grey eyes he had missed so much since Randy left OVW. They were standing do close they could each feel the other's breathing. Randy couldn't help caressing the firm hips he was still clutching, the feeling of John's hips so familiar and yet so forgotten as well.

As John slowly righted himself, he slid a hand up caressing Randy's neck. Licking his lips he murmured, "Randy its been so long since…"

"Am I interrupting something?"

Both men turned and realised they were being watched. Randy paled slightly, all but pushing John away as Hunter stepped into the shower area properly. Stalking over to the shower head next to Randy Hunter glared at him then ignoring him he looked at John and growled, "I suggest you start you showering. The others were only a few moments behind me and when they get here…" he gave a low chuckle shooting John a broad smile adding, "Let's just say it ain't pretty."

John grinned back at him and nodded, not seeing the look Randy was shooting Hunter. As John padded over Hunter leant in and snarled, "You just can't help yourself, can you? Once a slut always a slut."

"Master no," breathed Randy desperate for John not to hear them but equally wanting to dissuade Hunter from any wrong doing on his part, "It's not what you think. Johnny slipped. I was just steadying him..."

"Johnny?" smirked Hunter, "You call him Johnny?"

"He's...I've known him for long time," explained Randy ducking back under his own shower stream and bowing his head when he caught John frowning at him.

A few moments later as John walked passed them back into the main changing area, Hunter lean over and hissed, "This isn't over."

He saw the look of concern on Randy's face and lashing out he caught the younger man by the chin forcing the proud head up before snarling, "You like cock that much - fine! We'll see just how much cock you can fucking handle then."

Randy was breathing heavy with fear at Hunter's statement. He could see the normally honey brown eyes darkening with evil intent. "I will gladly handle your cock master," Randy whimpered as the older man's large hand squeezed hard on his chin.

"Never said it would be mine," Hunter smirked.

"But, but," Randy stammered. "You said no one else would ever touch me.

"I lied, bitch," Hunter snarled shoving Randy making the young man slip and fall on the wet tile floor.

"Who?" asked Randy, petrified about who Hunter might select to share his body.

"Maybe I'll get Dave. He really wanted you back in the club a few months back," Hunter glared down at Randy, nudging him n flat on his back until he had him pinned down with his foot.

"God no," Randy couldn't believe Hunter would let Dave at him after that night when they had left the big man in a blood broken heap. Not after the cover up and blackmailing Hunter had done to gain David's silence.

"Or Ric, I bet you would love old man cock," Hunter was laughing. "You just have to wait and see who bitch. Now get dressed." Hunter removed his foot and stormed out of the shower area leaving Randy a terrified mess.

Randy held his head in his hands, Hunter was bluffing. Yes that was it he was bluffing just fucking with his mind. There would be no other man, Hunter was too possessive to allow it. Randy inhaled the exhaled slowly regaining his mental state the best he could before standing and going for his towel to dry off.

He dressed quickly, desperately ignoring John every time he tired to strike up a conversation. He heard Hunter give a low rumble of mocking laughter and as John finally left – shooting Randy a confused look as he did.

"Awww seems your little friend has left you, Randy," mocked Hunter.

He stood up and slowly stalked across the empty dressing room to where Randy was just tying his boots, "I bet he'd love to get a taste of you," whispered Hunter his lips brushing Randy's ear, "Too bad he's not gonna get a chance."

He snaked a hand round gabbing Randy's groin squeezing it until Randy couldn't take it and let out a pained mew. Chuckling menacingly Hunter purred, "Get the bags we're got a date to keep."

Randy let out a stuttered breath as Hunter finally let go of his groin. Grabbing the bags he quickly followed Hunter heading towards the waiting limo. One of the perks of travelling with Hunter was there was no need for the endless rental cars. There was always a Chaucer driver limo waiting for them. As he climb in the back Hunter gave him a cold smile and asked, "Are you feeling horny tonight, Randy?"

Randy frowned not sure how to answer or even what mood his master was really in. Silently he watched as Hunter reached into the drinks compartment and pulled out a champagne bottle. Try as he might Randy couldn't suppress the tiny whimper of fear that escaped his throat. A whimper that made Hunter's smile grow into a full blow wicked grin.

Randy eyed the bottle, not matter what Hunter offered Randy had no desire to accept anything to do with that bottle of champagne. Pagne seemed to be a fit ending to the name of the drink as it sounded like pain, which is what it had caused him last time. First his spiked drink turning him in to a wanton slut and then the bottle itself being shoved up into his cherry hole.

"Drink, my whore?" Hunter wrapped his large hand around the top of the bottle.

"No thank you," Randy bowed his head. "I want to feel all you have to give tonight when you punish me," Randy instantly regretted saying that. He was rethinking that he should have taken the risk and seen it he would have been drugged. Last time he only remembered the limo and a small bit in the hotel room the rest had past in a dream like state.

The dream like state that Randy at one point thought had been reality but couldn't have been because the older man in the limo with him, his master and tormentor had made slow passionate love to him. That wasn't Hunter, there was no way he would make love to his slave or say the things Randy's dream had produced. No it was a dream. The evil man facing him now with the bottle that was reality.

"You sure?" asked Hunter popping the cork and enjoying the way Randy actually flinched. He too remembered the last time. He could remember all too clearly the way Randy had screamed, the delicious fear that had been so vocal in his slut's screams. Licking his lips at the treasured memory he smiled at Randy and offered the bottle teasing, "It tastes good."

"I'm sure," replied Randy trying to stop his voice shaking, "Thank you."

Hunter gave a cruel smirk and shrugged before upending the bottle and simply gulping down the golden liquid. Lowering the bottle he grinned and leaning over whispering, "I haven't spiked it...I wouldn't be that kind to you to night."

Randy gulped suddenly very, very nervous about what his master had planned. He didn't have long to wait. A few minutes later the limo stopped and the driver buzzed back calling, "We're at the address you gave me Sir. What time shall I come back?"

"I'll call you on the mobile," replied Hunter, then locking eyes with Randy he added mysteriously, "I don't know how long we'll be here yet. That really depends on my companion's ability to...party."

Randy didn't even bother hiding the look of fear earning a soft "good boy," from Hunter who reached over to stroke his hair. Opening the door Hunter was half way out before he looked back over his shoulder and order "Oh by the way once we get in – you're wearing far too many clothes. I want you to strip in the lobby. Totally strip. I want you butt naked."

Randy couldn't believe his ears, he was going to walk around this place totally nude, what type of place is this. Randy followed Hunter down a set of stairs where a large African American all clad in black leather stood menacingly in front of the doors.

"Here's my card I'm a member of the Connecticut club," Hunter hand the man a black credit card object. The bouncer studied it smiling and nodding.

"Welcome, this your personal pet or plaything of the evening?" The man questioned.

"My personal pet. Isn't he beautiful," Hunter laughed enjoying the blush of humiliation colouring Randy's cheeks.

"Very, you'll have a lot of offers to share him I'm sure," the guard opened the door for Hunter and Randy. "Have a pleasure filled night sir."

"You mean pain filled," Hunter laughed again grabbing Randy's arm pulling the young man inside as the door closed behind them.

Randy looked around the lobby it was exquisite and expensive looking it was a place that he would be expected to stripping off nude in.

"Sir may I take your jacket," came a voice.

Randy glanced around and saw no one and then looked down. Suddenly he knew exactly what type of place he was in. There, kneeling at Hunter's feet, was a lithe blond hair boy dressed in a full leather bondage outfit complete with cock ring. Randy swallowed hard and felt his blood run cold as he realised where Hunter had bought him.

"Randal, remove my jacket. Show him you're a better pet," Hunter growled.

Randy stared at him for a split second then automatically stepped behind his master before reaching up and carefully removed the expensive jacket. He was unsure what to do with the jacket but the blond sub reached out for it, purring, "Let me take that for you."

He nodded handing it over. He glanced at Hunter and saw a hard look on his master's face. Still totally confused as to what was going on Randy went to open his mouth but Hunter snarled, "Here Pets don't talk."

Randy slammed his lips together. He got the very real feeling that tonight he had to obey every single order or things would get very, very nasty.

Seeing the look of panicked fear that was starting to creep over Randy's face, Hunter smiled then taking a little pity on him, he growled, "Don't worry. This club is the height of discretion," as Randy started to relax Hunter added menacingly, "Which means I can do what the fuck I like and no one will know." As Randy stared at him he smiled coldly snarling, "I gave you order, I want you butt naked."

Randy glanced around nervously seeing the blond and two others leaning on a desk watching him intently. Blushing slightly he started to unbutton his shirt but Hunter gave a low growl and slapping his hands away he snarled, "I said I wanted you naked not for you to put on a god damn show!" Then without warning he grabbed hold of Randy's shirt and ripped it apart. Next he reached down and using all of his strength he ripped Randy's pants apart flinging them away. Randy gasped then bit his lower lip as he bent to remove his shoes and socks. Within second he was butt naked in the middle of lobby just as Hunter wanted. Burning with embarrassment and wondering what the hell his master had planned for him.

"Sir," one of the attendants behind the counter spoke. "We have outfits if you would like to dress him."

"Let me see what you have," Hunter walked over to the counter and thumbed through a catalog quickly. "That one, do you have it?"

"Yes we do one moment," Hunter motioned for Randy to come over.

Randy looked down at the page the outfit was simplistic a collar, wrist cuff that attached to the collar that looked like they could be easily unhooked and hooked to something else. The bottoms were, well nothing. It was a leather cock ring with two thin chains that went up to his nipples. "Do you like it?"

"Thank you master," Randy murmured looking that page. It wasn't the worse thing he'd been made to wear but he wasn't looking forward to walking around in it among other people. He and Hunter were famous, people would talk, this would get out he could feel it in his gut. "Master people will recognize us."

"This club is members only and has policies to protect us from the outside world. You're safe Randal, only what I want to happen to you will happen and nothing else," Hunter smiled as the attendant returned with the outfit.

"You may get dressed over there in the changing room," he passed the black leather box to Randy.

Randy took the box, feeling almost relived that he got to dress in private. But that feeling fled the moment Hunter added menacingly, "I'll be watching you."