The second part to my first ever fic!!!
Ok, I wrote all day trying to finish the second part to my first ever Centon fic. So without further ado...here it is. A bit rushed because I was trying to get all of my thoughts and ideas out before I completely forgot them...LOL Anyway, let me know what ya think!!!!
Author: Rkowhore79
Title: Who's the Bitch Now?
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Cena/Orton
Warnings: Extremely graphic sex. Blood and violence
Word Count: 5,781
Author's Note: I hate playing Randy in this role but I started the ball rolling with the previous fic so I had to go with it!!
John Cena had a hard on and it was aimed at the WWE champ, Randy Orton. It had been 3 long, agonizing weeks since their last encounter and John wanted Randy more than ever. Wanted him bad.
Randy had been ignoring John ever since that last shower together where John was forced to jack himself off just to relieve the burning, aching need deep in the pit of his stomach while Randy looked on in silence. Refusing even to "lend a hand". His trademark smirk plastered across his face.
The bastard.
Randy's last word's to John played over and over in his head, taunting him.
"Never gonna happen, Cena. Never. Gonna. Happen."
We'll just see about that, Legend Killer", John mumbled out loud to the empty locker room. He had just the place in mind, too. He had envisioned it so many times before. The sights, the sounds...they all melded together into one magnificent symphony in his head. The ring, the site of so many of their sexually charged grapplings, maneuvers, holds and intense stares into one another's eyes...it would be soooo perfect...John shook his head, clearing away the steamy thoughts from his mind.
"Tonight", he told himself. "Save it for tonight." Willingly or unwillingly, John Cena was going to make Randy Orton scream his name if it took him all night. He licked his lips in anticipation. He could hardly wait....
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The arena was empty with the exception of a lone crew member packing up a few things around the announcer's table.
John stood in the middle of the empty ring nervously fingering the items he had stashed in the pockets of his baggy jean shorts. Tonight was the night. If all went according to plan, tonight was the night that John Cena made Randy Orton scream his name. He had thought of nothing else for the past 3 weeks.
Outside the ring a crew member was almost finished packing up the last of his boxes.
"Hey, man", John called. "You think on your way out you could get Randy down here for me? He should be in the locker room. Tell him I gotta ask him something."
"Sure thing, John", the man replied and took off up the ramp.
John paced back and forth in the ring turning around quickly at the sound of Randy's voice a few minutes later.
Sauntering down the aisle still wearing his black wrestling trunks that he wore earlier in the night during his match against Jeff Hardy, the championship belt swung casually over one tanned shoulder.
"Johhhnnn", he drawled, his deep voice echoing in the deserted arena. "What's up? I heard you needed me." He winked one gorgeous blue eye at John, making his heart flutter. "Whatever it is, make it quick. I still haven't showered yet."
"Yeah, probably too busy flirting backstage with the divas", John thought. If they only knew where that dick had been 3 weeks ago they probably wouldn't even give Randy the time of day. John shook himself. No sense in thinking about that now. Tonight was his night. John Cena's.
"Yeah, I was wondering if you could help me out with something. I'm still having trouble with that new move that we are supposed to execute in our match next week", John said looking down at Randy from inside the ring. "Climb up here and let's go over it a few more times."
Randy just stared at him, his full lips curved in a half smile. "Shit, I swear, John. You'll use any excuse to get me in that ring and grope me, wontcha? Since when do YOU need any help?"
"Stop fucking around and just get up here", John shot back.
"Fine, fine. Don't get your stupid jean shorts all bunched up your ass!!", Randy sneered. "Even though I'm sure you'd just looove that!" He let out a chuckle.
"Asshole", John thought.
Randy climbed up the steel steps, dropping the belt in the corner of the ring.
"Alright", he said. "What part are you having trouble with?"
John sidled up behind him, whispering in his ear. "I'm having trouble with the part where you stick your dick in my ass and make me the laughingstock of the locker room while you sit back enjoying every minute of it."
"What the fu.....", Randy stuttered as John swiftly shoved Randy into the ropes face first planting one muscular knee hard into Randy's lower back. Pinning him like a butterfly to a wall.
"God damn it, Cena!!", Randy yelled. "What the fuck are you doing?? Let me the fuck up, asshole!!"
John ignored his pleas as he reached into his pocket and pulled out a pair of handcuffs, snapping them onto each of Randy's wrists.
Randy writhed and twisted beneath him and John felt his cock stir and harden. It was all happening exactly how he had imagined it.
He felt around in his other pocket and drew out a length of rope. Randy's eyes widened as John proceeded to tie his handcuffed hands to the ropes. Around the ropes and through the cuffs John wound the rope. Over and over again all the while listening to Randy curse him and threaten to kill him once he got out. Finally satisfied that Randy wasn't going anywhere, John sat back and surveyed his work.
His eyes ran up and down the length of Randy's sexy body. He leaned down and inhaled the scent of him. His breath on Randy's naked, glistening skin causing goosebumps to appear. He was so beautiful. John chuckled to himself. This was going to be sooo sweet. He was really going to take his time. There was no one around. Everybody was gone for the night. He had all the time in the world to do to Randy as he pleased. He was going to lick, bite, feel, suck and fuck every inch of the gorgeous body laid out in front of him.
He quickly unbuckled his shorts and let them drop to the ring, kicking them to the side along with his sneakers. His T-shirt soon joined the pile until he was wearing nothing but a crooked smile. His rock hard dick jutted out in front of him. The cool air causing his flesh to prickle and tighten. Every nerve in his body was on fire. The anticipation was so great he could hardly contain himself. It took all his restraint to stop himself from just shoving his huge dick right up Randy's sweet little ass right there and then. Really show him who was champ. Fuck that arrogant smirk right off his pretty boy face. Fuck him till his dick was drained of every last bit of hot, sticky cum......
Randy twisted his head back, a small cry escaping his body as he took in the sight of John standing there, completely naked, a look of wild lust and sex in his eyes.
"John, please", he begged, realization dawning. "Please don't do this. Ohhhhh, God! Please no. Shit, SHIT!!!"
He pulled on the ropes, twisting and turning trying to loosen them. John just looked on with a smile.
"Never gonna happen, Randy", he smirked. "Never. Gonna. Happen."
He reached down, both hands grabbing either side of Randy's trunks and slowwwly pulled them down off of that hard ass and down those long, tanned, muscular thighs. Down past his calves until he was completely exposed. He tossed them aside and just stared, mesmerized. The man was absolutely gorgeous. Sooo fucking sexy.
Randy tried to kick at him, bringing him out of his trance, and John stepped out of the way of his flailing legs.
"Well let's just fix that right now!" John said. "Can't have you kicking at me the whole time!" He laughed an evil, throaty laugh that sent shivers down Randy's spine and spasms racked his entire body.
"Oh, God. Please don't cry", he told himself as he felt a sob threaten to escape his mouth. He twisted back around to find out where John went and saw him searching around the pockets of his discarded shorts. Not wanting to know what else he had in there but unable to look away nonetheless. He kicked his legs some more as he watched John pull out even more rope. Longer this time.
He unleashed a horrific scream and tugged harder at the ropes that bound him. Thrashing his legs and body against the canvas.
John slowly approached his heaving body. He grabbed one ankle and held it tight. Slowly winding one end of the rope around until he had it tied tightly in place. He looked around the ring, searching for a spot to tie the other end to.
This wasn't happening, Randy thought. It couldn't be. He thought John was his friend. That what they had was special. John loved being fucked by him. He knew he did. Didn't he? Why was he doing this??!!!! This was a whole other side of John that he had never seen before. A scary side. Evil. Think of Sam, he thought. That's it. Just think of her......
John had finished tieing both of Randy's ankles to opposite sides of the ring so that he laid spread eagle, his upper body suspended off the canvas, his arms outstretched in front of him bound to the middle rope. No longer able to kick, but not tied so tight that John would be unable to maneuver him.
Randy took up his begging. No longer the curse-filled threats that he had shouted before. His pleas reduced to soft whimpers.
"John, please. I'm begging you. Please don't do this. Please don't hurt me. You know I've never done this. It's gonna hurt so bad!!"
"Ohhhh, Randy" John replied, his voice low with lust. "It is gonna hurt so bad but then it's gonna hurt soooo good. I promise you that. Remember what you told me when you were breaking me in that first night? "Only for a minute will you scream in pain because the rest of the night will have you screaming my name". Well you were right. Because now I can think of nothing else but the look on your face when you're fucking me in the ass. Nothing else but the feel of you inside me. You're like a drug. I'm addicted to you. I have to have you all the time. I give all of myself to you and LOVE every minute of it. But last time you went too far. Making me say I was your bitch. ME!! John Cena. A bitch!!! And then telling everybody in the locker room about it. You went too far, Orton. TOO FAR!! It's one thing when it's just us, together, the two of us. But EVERYONE knows!!!!! EVERYONE!! And they're laughing at me. I can't have that. I've been craving the feel of you for 3 long weeks now. And you ignore me every chance you get. You know how much I want you, how much I need you. Well, it's MY turn now. My time is NOW!!", his voice, low in Randy's ear, sent a feeling of dread deep down in the pit of his stomach.
"I'm sorry, John", Randy cried. "I swear, I'm sorry. I'll never do it again!! I'll fuck you right now, I promise. I'll make you feel sooo good. Just don't do this!!! I'll even suck your dick this time. How 'bout that?"
He looked at John, his beautiful eyes hooded, a look of lust on his face. "You'd like that, wouldn't you? Come here. Put that big, beautiful cock in my mouth. I'll suck you off soooo good, John. I promise. Please, just untie me!!"
John's hand drifted down to his bulging cock. Gently stroking it. Randy's pleas turning him on beyond belief. It was surreal. This gorgeous man so dominating in the ring every day and in his bed every night. Yet here he was...begging to suck John Cena's cock. So vulnerable...much like he felt that last night. His ass in the air just begging for Randy's dick to be inside him. The waiting...well, he would wait no more. It was time. He wanted to taste him. Taste that wonderful ass. Explore with his tongue what his dick would soon feel. Ohhhhh, fuck yeaaaa......
"Oh, you'll suck my dick, Randy", John smirked. "Don't you worry about that. But you'll do it when I say!! You got that? I want to check out this cute little ass of yours first."
And with that he got down on his knees between Randy's legs and reached out to spread those perfect butt cheeks apart.
"Oh shit", he whispered at the sight of the little, round pink hole in front of him. It was just as lovely as he had imagined, if not better. He flicked his tongue lightly at the entrance making Randy's body jump. John chuckled softly and ran his hands up and down Randy's thighs. Squeezing them, he leaned forward and stuck his tongue back out licking light circles around Randy's exposed hole. He was so hard. His dick ached and he longed to just shove it in his ass right then and there.
"Be patient", he told himself. "Enjoy the taste of him. Savor it."
He started licking furiously then. Delving his tongue in and out. Gripping the cheeks with both hands, his fingernails digging into Randy's smooth flesh, he spread them as far as he could. He moved his face closer. Trying to get his whole tongue in the hot little hole. Prodding and searching. Licking and sucking. Oh, God, he tasted so good!!!!
He slapped Randy on the ass, hard, producing a scream from Randy who had gotten quiet. He slapped him again, this time on the other cheek. Randy's body jumped.
"You like that?", John growled. He reached down and bit first one cheek and then the other. Randy whimpered.
"You son of a bitch!!!!", he cried.
John pried him back open and licked around the inside of both cheeks. Sucking hard. Taking one finger he swirled it around the saliva in Randy's entrance. Stuck it in just a little bit. Testing him. He was soooo hot and tight. He couldn't wait to be inside him.
Randy's body was alive with a tingling sensation swirling around in the pit of his stomach. His entire groin tight.
"This wasn't too bad," he thought. "A little humiliating but maybe he'll stop after this. Maybe he won't go all the way. Yeah, right. And I'm not the reigning WWE champion!", he said to himself.
John was teasing his asshole with one finger and the act was sending fireworks shooting through his hardening cock. He felt the finger slide slowly in and then back out leaving an empty feeling inside of him. But there was no way he'd ask John to put it back in. So he waited. His upper body straining against the ropes. He felt John's hot, wet breath on his ass. Blowing softly in his hole. Licking and blowing. Blowing and licking....Randy moaned. A soft, low moan barely audible.
"What the FUCK??!!", Randy thought. "I do NOT like this!! I can NOT like this!! I'm Randy Fuckin' Orton!!! Nobody sticks ANYTHING up my ass!!!"
He tried to jerk his head around, really ready to let John have it.
"I'm gonna fuck you up, John!", he yelled. "Just you wait!! I'm gonna slice your dick off in your sleep and feed it to you! I'm gonna stomp your dad in the head aga------"
The words died in the back of his throat as John shoved three fingers up his ass in one swift move, stretching him.
"Ahhhhhhhhh, FUCK!!!", Randy bellowed. His scream reverberating off the rafters. "Shit!! Stop!! Please stop!!! It hurts, it hurts!!!!!"
His pitiful screams were music to John's ears.
"Ahhhh yeah...", he breathed. "That's it, Randy. Open up that sweet little ass of yours."
He worked his fingers around and around. Pulling them in and out. The sucking sound making his heart beat faster. His breath coming out in shallow gasps.
"There ya go, baby. Give it to me. Show me how much you like it."
He pulled his fingers out with a pop and leaned forward to taste him. His tongue really getting in deep. Randy's hole was becoming nice and worked over. He stopped licking and started planting soft kisses all over Randy's ass. Biting him, sucking him. Kissing those magnificent thighs. Randy's body shuddered and tensed. His breathing becoming more rapid. John slapped him on the ass again causing him to flinch.
"Fuck!", he cried out.
"Oh trust me", John drawled. "We're getting to that."
A bolt of fear shot through Randy. He tried to twist his head around but the cuffs dug into his wrists sending pain shooting up his arms. He felt John hovering over him. His body was on alert. Not knowing what was going to come next.
All of a sudden John stood up and ducked under the ropes in front of him so that he was standing on the apron. His hard dick eye level with Randy.
He tried to turn his head away but John grabbed him hard with both hands and shoved his massive cock at his mouth. Randy struggled but John held on. Prying his mouth open with the thick shaft.
"Ughhh, gaaaaa", Randy mumbled, his mouth full.
"Bite me and you'll wish you never heard the name John Cena", John warned, his voice full of intensity.
He began to slide himself in and out of Randy's mouth.
"Ahhhh, shit", John moaned. "That's it, Randy. You're such a good boy. Fuck yeah."
He held onto the top rope while he fucked Randy's mouth. His full lips so tight over his hard cock. Randy tried to back away but John held him in place. He reached through the rope and slapped Randy across the face, his palm stinging.
"Suck my dick", he growled. "Don't you turn your head from me!"
Randy's face burned. His hands and arms had gone numb a while ago. He continued to suck John's dick. The huge shaft filling his mouth.
"Maybe if I suck him real good he'll cum and won't have anything left to fuck me with", he thought to himself. But I can't use my hands, he realized. Still he decided it was worth a shot.
Slowly he lifted his eyes up giving John his sexiest gaze. He moved his mouth up and down his long cock. Flicking his tongue out. Sucking the tip. Bringing his mouth all the way down as far as he could, resisting the urge to gag, he took it all in. All the way down. He drew his head back again letting it slide almost all the way out. Lightly he licked the engorged head. Putting his mouth back over just the tip, he sucked and slurped. His saliva dripped down his chin pooling onto the canvas below him. He continued to suck just the head of John's dick, teasing him. Sending shivers down his spine as all the nerves in his throbbing cock tingled.
John groaned, a loud moan echoing through out the empty arena. His hands played in Randy's hair as he shoved his dick in all the way. God, he felt so good. His mouth so hot, his lips tight around his swollen cock. Randy was just as good as he had imagined he'd be.
"You sure you've never done this before, Orton?", he asked in a throaty voice, his head thrown back in pleasure.
"Fuck you, Cena", Randy said to himself. "Just hurry up and cum, you fuckin' bastard."
As if reading his thoughts, John abruptly stopped thrusting. He slid his cock out of Randy's mouth with a slurping pop sound. Randy looked up at him in confusion. John lowered his gaze down at Randy an evil look in his eye.
"Oh fuck", he thought.
"You like sucking my big dick, CHAMP?", John sneered.
Randy didn't say a word. John reached down and slapped Randy across the face again then grabbed his face squeezing it with one massive hand. He moved his face right up against Orton's. As close as they got in their promos. So close he could see every detail of Randy's gorgeous face.
"I SAID...do. you. like. sucking. my. big. DICK. CHAMP??!!" , John growled, his face twisted into something sinister.
Randy just laid there, silent, his blue eyes drilling into John's. Silently telling him that he was going to kill him as soon as he got out of his restraints. John stood up and grabbing his dick slapped Randy across the face with it. Humiliating him.
"So you don't want to admit you like it, huh?", John asked. Let's see how loud I can make you scream, then." He ducked back under the ropes walking behind Randy.
That got Randy's attention and he began furiously tugging at the ropes again. Twisting and contorting his body.
"No, please John. Please don't. PLEASE!!", he begged, his eyes wild with fear. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I loved sucking your dick. I loved feeling it inside my mouth. You tasted so good, baby. Please bring it back to me. Put it back in my mouth. Come on, John. I want to suck that rock hard dick of yours. Untie me and let me suck you off. Let me play with your balls. Let me kiss them, suck them. God damn it, John!!!!!! Let me out of here!!!" He shook the ring ropes hard, swearing and trying to kick at John.
John just stood behind him, his cock dripping Randy's spit onto the mat. It was a beautiful sight to watch Randy twisting furiously. Trapped with no way out. His cock twitched, reminding him of what he wanted. He got down on his knees between Randy's legs again and forcefully pried him open. Randy's body shook as he tried desperately to free himself. With one hand John held Randy's cheeks apart and with the other grabbed his dick, still lubed with the saliva from Randy's mouth and shoved it hard into the waiting hole in front of him.
A bloodcurdling scream ripped through Randy's lungs and shook the ring. John grabbed both sides of Randy's hips and pulled him roughly onto his dick.
"Ohhhhhhhhhh......fuck......ohhh, uhhhhh, uhhhhh...fuck, hell yea", he moaned.
Randy was soooo fuckin' tight. His heat surrounded John's dick almost making him cum right then and there. He held onto Randy's hips tight, digging his nails into the flesh. He didn't move. Just savored the feel of the tight heat engulfing him. His dick was buried all the way in as far as it could go. He could feel blood dripping down Randy's legs and onto his. Could feel the sticky substance lubing his pulsing cock. Slowly he drew himself out feeling the walls of Randy's tight asshole squeezing him.
"Ohhhhhhhhhhh, SHIT, Randy!!", he groaned. "God damn it you feel so good!"
He reached down and grabbed his dick with one hand. Rubbing it against the outside of Randy's ass. The nerves at the tip of his cock tingling. He thrust himself back inside again, the second time feeling even better than the first. He slapped Randy hard on the ass again and again.
"Oh fuck yea. Fuck, fuck, FUCK!!!!!"
He was thrusting faster and faster now. Pounding into Randy so hard his legs were coming off the mat and crashing back down again. Randy cried out.
"God, it hurts so bad, John!!! Please stop!! Please!!!!!!! I'll do anything you want! Anything!!"
Openly crying now, his pleas only urged John on. Harder. Faster. Randy's ass dripped blood. The canvas shook as Randy's body was ravaged. John reached up and grabbed a hold of Randy's hair with one hand, snapping his head back.
"You like that?", he grunted. "You like my big cock up your ass, Orton? I know you like it."
He held onto Randy's hair as he continued to pummel his ass. In and out, over and over. He never wanted to stop. It felt so good. His dick throbbed inside Randy's sweet hole. The sensation was overwhelming. He slapped his ass again and again. Harder. Covering the tender skin in red splotches. He dug his nails into the flesh, drawing blood. Randy's back arched in pain making his ass come up a little bit higher.
"Yeahhhh. See?", John groaned. "I knew you'd come around. Just wait, Orton, I'm gonna have you screamin' my name before this night is over!"
He raked his fingers up and down Randy's back, again drawing blood. His dick pounded furiously in and out. His balls slapped against Randy's skin, the sound only exciting John even more. This was heaven. Pure, intoxicating heaven!
Randy couldn't understand what was happening. Those first few minutes were pure agonizing hell. He felt like he was being ripped open from the inside out. The pain so intense that his vision blurred and he felt faint. But now that his body was over the initial shock and pain, he felt his dick starting to react and harden. A warmth spread throughout his lower body and his breathing quickened. His senses were heightened.
He knew he was bleeding. The sticky liquid oozed a slick trail down his ass crack and down his legs. He was aware of John on top of him, felt his hard body pressed up against his own. But more than anything else, he was completely aware of the long, thick cock buried so deep in his ass that he feared he'd never be able to sit down again. John had slowed his pace now to a gentle, sexy ride in and out. Sometimes pulling himself almost all the way out, so that just the tip was inside of Randy. And then pushing himself back in, achingly slow. Hitting just the right spot inside him.
He felt a moan escaping and he tried to hold it back to no avail. He felt his back arching pushing his ass closer onto John's dick....What the fuck was happening??!!!!!
"What are you doing?!", he silently reprimanded himself. He didn't want this. He didn't enjoy this. What was wrong with him?! His mind was screaming for John to stop but his body....oh, God, his body was screaming something else. It was screaming "Don't stop! Don't ever fuckin' stop. God damn you. It feels so good!"
Pleasure now coursed through his veins and he felt unable to contain himself any longer. His cock was fully erect now. Veins bulging, it pushed and strained against the canvas beneath him.
John alternated between a slow slide in and out and a hard, fast pummeling that was sheer ecstasy to Randy's body. The sensation inside him building quickly. God, was this what it felt like to John when Randy was fucking him? No wonder why he couldn't get enough of him. No wonder why he was so addicted to Randy.
John felt Randy's body relax and he smiled to himself.
"Yeah, that's it, Randy", he cooed. "Take this dick up your ass!! I knew you'd like it. I knew that tight asshole was just waiting for me. Waiting all this time for my big, hard cock. You like me fucking you up the ass, don't you?"
He groaned, "Ohhhh, shit. Shit Orton. I think I just might have to fuck this ass every night!! A nice, tight, sweet lil hole like this would be a terrible thing to waste!"
He laughed. Randy began to moan softly beneath him. His body quivering, making John plunge deeper and harder. He squeezed Randy's ass cheek. Reached down and bit it, hard. Randy yelped. John smirked and rode him faster. His hole making that delicious sucking sound.
"Shit, fuck yea...oh, shit, oh shit!! I'm gonna cum. Ohhhhhh, fuck yea!!!!!", his groaning filled the entire arena.
The ring shook and the overhead lights burned bright on his glistening skin. But then, all of a sudden he stopped.
"Not yet", he said.
Randy tried to turn to see what was going on.
John pulled out of him and stood up. His cock gleaming and dripping Randy's blood in a trail across the mat. He walked over to where his shorts lay in a heap in the middle of the canvas and reached down. He had one more trick up his sleeve. Or in his pocket, he should say. One last thing to bring to the party.
Orton looked on, bewildered. Wondering what John was going to pull out of his pocket. Slowly he withdrew his hand and when Randy saw the switchblade his eyes widened in fear. Once again he began bucking at the ropes. His body bending and thrashing. His screams bouncing off the walls.
"Oh, God, John", he yelled. "What are you doing???!!! Please don't stick that in me!! Ohhhhh, holy fuck!!"
"Now come on, Randy", John drawled. "You don't really think I'm that twisted, do you?"
He slowly walked back over to where Randy lay, the silver metal of the blade shining in the bright arena lights. He pushed the tiny button making the blade disappear then clicked it again. Torturing Randy. He brought the blade up close to Randy's face, brushing it across his lips. Randy flinched and tried to move his head back. Grazing his lips across the blade and drawing blood.
"Ummmm", John moaned as he leaned forward and licked the droplets from Randy's lips. "You taste so sweet."
Randy whimpered and a single tear slid out of the corner of his left eye and ran down the side of his face, mixing with the droplets of blood and creating a tiny red river that flowed down his chin and neck.
Randy had never been more afraid in his life. When John took that blade out, his dick shrank and his balls shriveled up inside of him. The fear took hold of him and consumed him. Whatever pleasure he was feeling disappeared with the arrival of John's knife.
John backed away from Randy's face with the blade and slid back behind him on his knees. He got into position once again between Randy's legs. Randy twisted, desperately wanting to know what was happening.
"Ohhh, baby", John groaned.
He drove his hard cock back into Randy's waiting entrance, rocking his body forward, the cuffs on his wrists clanging. He thrusted in and out faster and faster. Harder than before.
Randy screamed at the intrusion as his body was violated once again.
"Such a beautiful body you have, Randy", John said, stroking his skin. Tracing the outline of the large tattoo covering his upper back. "These tattoos...soooo sexy. They really turn me on. And since you love tattoos so much, I thought I'd give you one of my own. A little something so that you'll never forget me."
Hearing those words sent a jolt of fear through Randy's veins as he realized what John was about to do.
"Good God, John, NO!!! Please, fuck no! Don't do it!! I'm begging you. Please don't do it!!! JOHHHNNNN!!!!"
"Oh, you're begging me now, are you?" John emitted a soft laugh that sharply contrasted with the evil look in his eyes. "I told you you you'd be screaming my name before the night was over. And look, I haven't even came yet so you know the night is not over. Not yet."
With his left hand John grabbed onto Randy's hip and with the blade in his right hand brought it to the skin on Randy's lower back. Holding him down with his left hand, his dick now sliding in and out at a slower pace he began to carve.
Randy let out an ear splitting screech that echoed throughout the empty arena. It bounced off the walls and the windows coming back to the inside of the ring twice as loud.
The more Randy fought, the harder John held him down and the harder he pounded into the man's tender asshole.
John sliced the knife through the tender skin in Randy's lower back. Softly calling out the letters as he carved them.
"C", he groaned. -
"E"-
"N"-
"A"-
"S".......and then, mercifully, he stopped.
"Say it", he commanded.
Randy shook uncontrollably.
"Say what?", he sobbed. John reached up around Randy's neck, choking him, putting him in a mock STFU.
"Tell me you're my bitch", John said in a low, gravelly voice. The sound of his cock, slick with Randy's blood, sliding in and out of his worked over hole, filled the room.
"Tell me and I'll stop."
Randy was outwardly crying now. Spasms racking his entire body.
"I'm your bitch", he moaned.
"Louder!!", John yelled, shoving his dick extra hard into Randy.
"Aahhhhhh, fuck!!!", Randy screamed. "Ok, ok!! I'm your bitch!!!! I'm your fuckin' bitch, John!!! I'm John Cena's bitch! The WWE champion is John Cena's bitch!!! Oh, God. Please just stop!!!" His body shook with convulsions. The arena fell silent and the assault on Randy's ass stopped.
"John?", Randy whimpered.
John leaned forward, whispering into Randy's ear.
"Now that wasn't so hard now was it, Champ?"
Randy shook his head as John slid back down behind him and once again raised the knife to Randy's swollen and bloody back to finish his crude tattoo. His dick once again sliding into Randy's battered ass.
"Ohhh, shit yea. You're still so hot and tight."
Defeated, Randy just hung his head as John took up his ghastly carving. He called the letters out as he wrote them.
"B"- His dick pumped in and out.
"I"- Faster and faster he pounded.
"T"- "Awwww fuck. I'm gonna cum!! I'm gonna fill you up, Randy!"
"C"- "SHITTTTTT......oh, shit, oh, shit....He thrusted furiously, his long cock completely engulfed by Randy's dripping hole.
"H"......he yelled as his body tensed and spasmed and a load of hot, sticky cum shot out of his pulsing dick and into Randy's hole, filling him. The liquid spilled out, mixing with his blood, coursing down his legs.
"Ohhhhhhh, yeaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh", John groaned long and low and sat back on his heels, sliding his rapidly shrinking dick out of Randy's ass.
He just sat for a minute, coming down off of his high. Then he rose to his feet and walked over to the corner of the ring where the championship belt lay. Picking it up he walked over to Randy's bruised, battered and bloody body.
"You were just as good as I imagined you'd be", he smirked. "Actually, better."
He tossed the belt down on top of Randy's mutilated back, making him flinch. The crude tattoo a glaring reminder of who made who scream.
"Who's the bitch now, Orton?", John asked, leering down at him. "Who's the bitch NOW?"
The End
Author: Rkowhore79
Title: Who's the Bitch Now?
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Cena/Orton
Warnings: Extremely graphic sex. Blood and violence
Word Count: 5,781
Author's Note: I hate playing Randy in this role but I started the ball rolling with the previous fic so I had to go with it!!
John Cena had a hard on and it was aimed at the WWE champ, Randy Orton. It had been 3 long, agonizing weeks since their last encounter and John wanted Randy more than ever. Wanted him bad.
Randy had been ignoring John ever since that last shower together where John was forced to jack himself off just to relieve the burning, aching need deep in the pit of his stomach while Randy looked on in silence. Refusing even to "lend a hand". His trademark smirk plastered across his face.
The bastard.
Randy's last word's to John played over and over in his head, taunting him.
"Never gonna happen, Cena. Never. Gonna. Happen."
We'll just see about that, Legend Killer", John mumbled out loud to the empty locker room. He had just the place in mind, too. He had envisioned it so many times before. The sights, the sounds...they all melded together into one magnificent symphony in his head. The ring, the site of so many of their sexually charged grapplings, maneuvers, holds and intense stares into one another's eyes...it would be soooo perfect...John shook his head, clearing away the steamy thoughts from his mind.
"Tonight", he told himself. "Save it for tonight." Willingly or unwillingly, John Cena was going to make Randy Orton scream his name if it took him all night. He licked his lips in anticipation. He could hardly wait....
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The arena was empty with the exception of a lone crew member packing up a few things around the announcer's table.
John stood in the middle of the empty ring nervously fingering the items he had stashed in the pockets of his baggy jean shorts. Tonight was the night. If all went according to plan, tonight was the night that John Cena made Randy Orton scream his name. He had thought of nothing else for the past 3 weeks.
Outside the ring a crew member was almost finished packing up the last of his boxes.
"Hey, man", John called. "You think on your way out you could get Randy down here for me? He should be in the locker room. Tell him I gotta ask him something."
"Sure thing, John", the man replied and took off up the ramp.
John paced back and forth in the ring turning around quickly at the sound of Randy's voice a few minutes later.
Sauntering down the aisle still wearing his black wrestling trunks that he wore earlier in the night during his match against Jeff Hardy, the championship belt swung casually over one tanned shoulder.
"Johhhnnn", he drawled, his deep voice echoing in the deserted arena. "What's up? I heard you needed me." He winked one gorgeous blue eye at John, making his heart flutter. "Whatever it is, make it quick. I still haven't showered yet."
"Yeah, probably too busy flirting backstage with the divas", John thought. If they only knew where that dick had been 3 weeks ago they probably wouldn't even give Randy the time of day. John shook himself. No sense in thinking about that now. Tonight was his night. John Cena's.
"Yeah, I was wondering if you could help me out with something. I'm still having trouble with that new move that we are supposed to execute in our match next week", John said looking down at Randy from inside the ring. "Climb up here and let's go over it a few more times."
Randy just stared at him, his full lips curved in a half smile. "Shit, I swear, John. You'll use any excuse to get me in that ring and grope me, wontcha? Since when do YOU need any help?"
"Stop fucking around and just get up here", John shot back.
"Fine, fine. Don't get your stupid jean shorts all bunched up your ass!!", Randy sneered. "Even though I'm sure you'd just looove that!" He let out a chuckle.
"Asshole", John thought.
Randy climbed up the steel steps, dropping the belt in the corner of the ring.
"Alright", he said. "What part are you having trouble with?"
John sidled up behind him, whispering in his ear. "I'm having trouble with the part where you stick your dick in my ass and make me the laughingstock of the locker room while you sit back enjoying every minute of it."
"What the fu.....", Randy stuttered as John swiftly shoved Randy into the ropes face first planting one muscular knee hard into Randy's lower back. Pinning him like a butterfly to a wall.
"God damn it, Cena!!", Randy yelled. "What the fuck are you doing?? Let me the fuck up, asshole!!"
John ignored his pleas as he reached into his pocket and pulled out a pair of handcuffs, snapping them onto each of Randy's wrists.
Randy writhed and twisted beneath him and John felt his cock stir and harden. It was all happening exactly how he had imagined it.
He felt around in his other pocket and drew out a length of rope. Randy's eyes widened as John proceeded to tie his handcuffed hands to the ropes. Around the ropes and through the cuffs John wound the rope. Over and over again all the while listening to Randy curse him and threaten to kill him once he got out. Finally satisfied that Randy wasn't going anywhere, John sat back and surveyed his work.
His eyes ran up and down the length of Randy's sexy body. He leaned down and inhaled the scent of him. His breath on Randy's naked, glistening skin causing goosebumps to appear. He was so beautiful. John chuckled to himself. This was going to be sooo sweet. He was really going to take his time. There was no one around. Everybody was gone for the night. He had all the time in the world to do to Randy as he pleased. He was going to lick, bite, feel, suck and fuck every inch of the gorgeous body laid out in front of him.
He quickly unbuckled his shorts and let them drop to the ring, kicking them to the side along with his sneakers. His T-shirt soon joined the pile until he was wearing nothing but a crooked smile. His rock hard dick jutted out in front of him. The cool air causing his flesh to prickle and tighten. Every nerve in his body was on fire. The anticipation was so great he could hardly contain himself. It took all his restraint to stop himself from just shoving his huge dick right up Randy's sweet little ass right there and then. Really show him who was champ. Fuck that arrogant smirk right off his pretty boy face. Fuck him till his dick was drained of every last bit of hot, sticky cum......
Randy twisted his head back, a small cry escaping his body as he took in the sight of John standing there, completely naked, a look of wild lust and sex in his eyes.
"John, please", he begged, realization dawning. "Please don't do this. Ohhhhh, God! Please no. Shit, SHIT!!!"
He pulled on the ropes, twisting and turning trying to loosen them. John just looked on with a smile.
"Never gonna happen, Randy", he smirked. "Never. Gonna. Happen."
He reached down, both hands grabbing either side of Randy's trunks and slowwwly pulled them down off of that hard ass and down those long, tanned, muscular thighs. Down past his calves until he was completely exposed. He tossed them aside and just stared, mesmerized. The man was absolutely gorgeous. Sooo fucking sexy.
Randy tried to kick at him, bringing him out of his trance, and John stepped out of the way of his flailing legs.
"Well let's just fix that right now!" John said. "Can't have you kicking at me the whole time!" He laughed an evil, throaty laugh that sent shivers down Randy's spine and spasms racked his entire body.
"Oh, God. Please don't cry", he told himself as he felt a sob threaten to escape his mouth. He twisted back around to find out where John went and saw him searching around the pockets of his discarded shorts. Not wanting to know what else he had in there but unable to look away nonetheless. He kicked his legs some more as he watched John pull out even more rope. Longer this time.
He unleashed a horrific scream and tugged harder at the ropes that bound him. Thrashing his legs and body against the canvas.
John slowly approached his heaving body. He grabbed one ankle and held it tight. Slowly winding one end of the rope around until he had it tied tightly in place. He looked around the ring, searching for a spot to tie the other end to.
This wasn't happening, Randy thought. It couldn't be. He thought John was his friend. That what they had was special. John loved being fucked by him. He knew he did. Didn't he? Why was he doing this??!!!! This was a whole other side of John that he had never seen before. A scary side. Evil. Think of Sam, he thought. That's it. Just think of her......
John had finished tieing both of Randy's ankles to opposite sides of the ring so that he laid spread eagle, his upper body suspended off the canvas, his arms outstretched in front of him bound to the middle rope. No longer able to kick, but not tied so tight that John would be unable to maneuver him.
Randy took up his begging. No longer the curse-filled threats that he had shouted before. His pleas reduced to soft whimpers.
"John, please. I'm begging you. Please don't do this. Please don't hurt me. You know I've never done this. It's gonna hurt so bad!!"
"Ohhhh, Randy" John replied, his voice low with lust. "It is gonna hurt so bad but then it's gonna hurt soooo good. I promise you that. Remember what you told me when you were breaking me in that first night? "Only for a minute will you scream in pain because the rest of the night will have you screaming my name". Well you were right. Because now I can think of nothing else but the look on your face when you're fucking me in the ass. Nothing else but the feel of you inside me. You're like a drug. I'm addicted to you. I have to have you all the time. I give all of myself to you and LOVE every minute of it. But last time you went too far. Making me say I was your bitch. ME!! John Cena. A bitch!!! And then telling everybody in the locker room about it. You went too far, Orton. TOO FAR!! It's one thing when it's just us, together, the two of us. But EVERYONE knows!!!!! EVERYONE!! And they're laughing at me. I can't have that. I've been craving the feel of you for 3 long weeks now. And you ignore me every chance you get. You know how much I want you, how much I need you. Well, it's MY turn now. My time is NOW!!", his voice, low in Randy's ear, sent a feeling of dread deep down in the pit of his stomach.
"I'm sorry, John", Randy cried. "I swear, I'm sorry. I'll never do it again!! I'll fuck you right now, I promise. I'll make you feel sooo good. Just don't do this!!! I'll even suck your dick this time. How 'bout that?"
He looked at John, his beautiful eyes hooded, a look of lust on his face. "You'd like that, wouldn't you? Come here. Put that big, beautiful cock in my mouth. I'll suck you off soooo good, John. I promise. Please, just untie me!!"
John's hand drifted down to his bulging cock. Gently stroking it. Randy's pleas turning him on beyond belief. It was surreal. This gorgeous man so dominating in the ring every day and in his bed every night. Yet here he was...begging to suck John Cena's cock. So vulnerable...much like he felt that last night. His ass in the air just begging for Randy's dick to be inside him. The waiting...well, he would wait no more. It was time. He wanted to taste him. Taste that wonderful ass. Explore with his tongue what his dick would soon feel. Ohhhhh, fuck yeaaaa......
"Oh, you'll suck my dick, Randy", John smirked. "Don't you worry about that. But you'll do it when I say!! You got that? I want to check out this cute little ass of yours first."
And with that he got down on his knees between Randy's legs and reached out to spread those perfect butt cheeks apart.
"Oh shit", he whispered at the sight of the little, round pink hole in front of him. It was just as lovely as he had imagined, if not better. He flicked his tongue lightly at the entrance making Randy's body jump. John chuckled softly and ran his hands up and down Randy's thighs. Squeezing them, he leaned forward and stuck his tongue back out licking light circles around Randy's exposed hole. He was so hard. His dick ached and he longed to just shove it in his ass right then and there.
"Be patient", he told himself. "Enjoy the taste of him. Savor it."
He started licking furiously then. Delving his tongue in and out. Gripping the cheeks with both hands, his fingernails digging into Randy's smooth flesh, he spread them as far as he could. He moved his face closer. Trying to get his whole tongue in the hot little hole. Prodding and searching. Licking and sucking. Oh, God, he tasted so good!!!!
He slapped Randy on the ass, hard, producing a scream from Randy who had gotten quiet. He slapped him again, this time on the other cheek. Randy's body jumped.
"You like that?", John growled. He reached down and bit first one cheek and then the other. Randy whimpered.
"You son of a bitch!!!!", he cried.
John pried him back open and licked around the inside of both cheeks. Sucking hard. Taking one finger he swirled it around the saliva in Randy's entrance. Stuck it in just a little bit. Testing him. He was soooo hot and tight. He couldn't wait to be inside him.
Randy's body was alive with a tingling sensation swirling around in the pit of his stomach. His entire groin tight.
"This wasn't too bad," he thought. "A little humiliating but maybe he'll stop after this. Maybe he won't go all the way. Yeah, right. And I'm not the reigning WWE champion!", he said to himself.
John was teasing his asshole with one finger and the act was sending fireworks shooting through his hardening cock. He felt the finger slide slowly in and then back out leaving an empty feeling inside of him. But there was no way he'd ask John to put it back in. So he waited. His upper body straining against the ropes. He felt John's hot, wet breath on his ass. Blowing softly in his hole. Licking and blowing. Blowing and licking....Randy moaned. A soft, low moan barely audible.
"What the FUCK??!!", Randy thought. "I do NOT like this!! I can NOT like this!! I'm Randy Fuckin' Orton!!! Nobody sticks ANYTHING up my ass!!!"
He tried to jerk his head around, really ready to let John have it.
"I'm gonna fuck you up, John!", he yelled. "Just you wait!! I'm gonna slice your dick off in your sleep and feed it to you! I'm gonna stomp your dad in the head aga------"
The words died in the back of his throat as John shoved three fingers up his ass in one swift move, stretching him.
"Ahhhhhhhhh, FUCK!!!", Randy bellowed. His scream reverberating off the rafters. "Shit!! Stop!! Please stop!!! It hurts, it hurts!!!!!"
His pitiful screams were music to John's ears.
"Ahhhh yeah...", he breathed. "That's it, Randy. Open up that sweet little ass of yours."
He worked his fingers around and around. Pulling them in and out. The sucking sound making his heart beat faster. His breath coming out in shallow gasps.
"There ya go, baby. Give it to me. Show me how much you like it."
He pulled his fingers out with a pop and leaned forward to taste him. His tongue really getting in deep. Randy's hole was becoming nice and worked over. He stopped licking and started planting soft kisses all over Randy's ass. Biting him, sucking him. Kissing those magnificent thighs. Randy's body shuddered and tensed. His breathing becoming more rapid. John slapped him on the ass again causing him to flinch.
"Fuck!", he cried out.
"Oh trust me", John drawled. "We're getting to that."
A bolt of fear shot through Randy. He tried to twist his head around but the cuffs dug into his wrists sending pain shooting up his arms. He felt John hovering over him. His body was on alert. Not knowing what was going to come next.
All of a sudden John stood up and ducked under the ropes in front of him so that he was standing on the apron. His hard dick eye level with Randy.
He tried to turn his head away but John grabbed him hard with both hands and shoved his massive cock at his mouth. Randy struggled but John held on. Prying his mouth open with the thick shaft.
"Ughhh, gaaaaa", Randy mumbled, his mouth full.
"Bite me and you'll wish you never heard the name John Cena", John warned, his voice full of intensity.
He began to slide himself in and out of Randy's mouth.
"Ahhhh, shit", John moaned. "That's it, Randy. You're such a good boy. Fuck yeah."
He held onto the top rope while he fucked Randy's mouth. His full lips so tight over his hard cock. Randy tried to back away but John held him in place. He reached through the rope and slapped Randy across the face, his palm stinging.
"Suck my dick", he growled. "Don't you turn your head from me!"
Randy's face burned. His hands and arms had gone numb a while ago. He continued to suck John's dick. The huge shaft filling his mouth.
"Maybe if I suck him real good he'll cum and won't have anything left to fuck me with", he thought to himself. But I can't use my hands, he realized. Still he decided it was worth a shot.
Slowly he lifted his eyes up giving John his sexiest gaze. He moved his mouth up and down his long cock. Flicking his tongue out. Sucking the tip. Bringing his mouth all the way down as far as he could, resisting the urge to gag, he took it all in. All the way down. He drew his head back again letting it slide almost all the way out. Lightly he licked the engorged head. Putting his mouth back over just the tip, he sucked and slurped. His saliva dripped down his chin pooling onto the canvas below him. He continued to suck just the head of John's dick, teasing him. Sending shivers down his spine as all the nerves in his throbbing cock tingled.
John groaned, a loud moan echoing through out the empty arena. His hands played in Randy's hair as he shoved his dick in all the way. God, he felt so good. His mouth so hot, his lips tight around his swollen cock. Randy was just as good as he had imagined he'd be.
"You sure you've never done this before, Orton?", he asked in a throaty voice, his head thrown back in pleasure.
"Fuck you, Cena", Randy said to himself. "Just hurry up and cum, you fuckin' bastard."
As if reading his thoughts, John abruptly stopped thrusting. He slid his cock out of Randy's mouth with a slurping pop sound. Randy looked up at him in confusion. John lowered his gaze down at Randy an evil look in his eye.
"Oh fuck", he thought.
"You like sucking my big dick, CHAMP?", John sneered.
Randy didn't say a word. John reached down and slapped Randy across the face again then grabbed his face squeezing it with one massive hand. He moved his face right up against Orton's. As close as they got in their promos. So close he could see every detail of Randy's gorgeous face.
"I SAID...do. you. like. sucking. my. big. DICK. CHAMP??!!" , John growled, his face twisted into something sinister.
Randy just laid there, silent, his blue eyes drilling into John's. Silently telling him that he was going to kill him as soon as he got out of his restraints. John stood up and grabbing his dick slapped Randy across the face with it. Humiliating him.
"So you don't want to admit you like it, huh?", John asked. Let's see how loud I can make you scream, then." He ducked back under the ropes walking behind Randy.
That got Randy's attention and he began furiously tugging at the ropes again. Twisting and contorting his body.
"No, please John. Please don't. PLEASE!!", he begged, his eyes wild with fear. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I loved sucking your dick. I loved feeling it inside my mouth. You tasted so good, baby. Please bring it back to me. Put it back in my mouth. Come on, John. I want to suck that rock hard dick of yours. Untie me and let me suck you off. Let me play with your balls. Let me kiss them, suck them. God damn it, John!!!!!! Let me out of here!!!" He shook the ring ropes hard, swearing and trying to kick at John.
John just stood behind him, his cock dripping Randy's spit onto the mat. It was a beautiful sight to watch Randy twisting furiously. Trapped with no way out. His cock twitched, reminding him of what he wanted. He got down on his knees between Randy's legs again and forcefully pried him open. Randy's body shook as he tried desperately to free himself. With one hand John held Randy's cheeks apart and with the other grabbed his dick, still lubed with the saliva from Randy's mouth and shoved it hard into the waiting hole in front of him.
A bloodcurdling scream ripped through Randy's lungs and shook the ring. John grabbed both sides of Randy's hips and pulled him roughly onto his dick.
"Ohhhhhhhhhh......fuck......ohhh, uhhhhh, uhhhhh...fuck, hell yea", he moaned.
Randy was soooo fuckin' tight. His heat surrounded John's dick almost making him cum right then and there. He held onto Randy's hips tight, digging his nails into the flesh. He didn't move. Just savored the feel of the tight heat engulfing him. His dick was buried all the way in as far as it could go. He could feel blood dripping down Randy's legs and onto his. Could feel the sticky substance lubing his pulsing cock. Slowly he drew himself out feeling the walls of Randy's tight asshole squeezing him.
"Ohhhhhhhhhhh, SHIT, Randy!!", he groaned. "God damn it you feel so good!"
He reached down and grabbed his dick with one hand. Rubbing it against the outside of Randy's ass. The nerves at the tip of his cock tingling. He thrust himself back inside again, the second time feeling even better than the first. He slapped Randy hard on the ass again and again.
"Oh fuck yea. Fuck, fuck, FUCK!!!!!"
He was thrusting faster and faster now. Pounding into Randy so hard his legs were coming off the mat and crashing back down again. Randy cried out.
"God, it hurts so bad, John!!! Please stop!! Please!!!!!!! I'll do anything you want! Anything!!"
Openly crying now, his pleas only urged John on. Harder. Faster. Randy's ass dripped blood. The canvas shook as Randy's body was ravaged. John reached up and grabbed a hold of Randy's hair with one hand, snapping his head back.
"You like that?", he grunted. "You like my big cock up your ass, Orton? I know you like it."
He held onto Randy's hair as he continued to pummel his ass. In and out, over and over. He never wanted to stop. It felt so good. His dick throbbed inside Randy's sweet hole. The sensation was overwhelming. He slapped his ass again and again. Harder. Covering the tender skin in red splotches. He dug his nails into the flesh, drawing blood. Randy's back arched in pain making his ass come up a little bit higher.
"Yeahhhh. See?", John groaned. "I knew you'd come around. Just wait, Orton, I'm gonna have you screamin' my name before this night is over!"
He raked his fingers up and down Randy's back, again drawing blood. His dick pounded furiously in and out. His balls slapped against Randy's skin, the sound only exciting John even more. This was heaven. Pure, intoxicating heaven!
Randy couldn't understand what was happening. Those first few minutes were pure agonizing hell. He felt like he was being ripped open from the inside out. The pain so intense that his vision blurred and he felt faint. But now that his body was over the initial shock and pain, he felt his dick starting to react and harden. A warmth spread throughout his lower body and his breathing quickened. His senses were heightened.
He knew he was bleeding. The sticky liquid oozed a slick trail down his ass crack and down his legs. He was aware of John on top of him, felt his hard body pressed up against his own. But more than anything else, he was completely aware of the long, thick cock buried so deep in his ass that he feared he'd never be able to sit down again. John had slowed his pace now to a gentle, sexy ride in and out. Sometimes pulling himself almost all the way out, so that just the tip was inside of Randy. And then pushing himself back in, achingly slow. Hitting just the right spot inside him.
He felt a moan escaping and he tried to hold it back to no avail. He felt his back arching pushing his ass closer onto John's dick....What the fuck was happening??!!!!!
"What are you doing?!", he silently reprimanded himself. He didn't want this. He didn't enjoy this. What was wrong with him?! His mind was screaming for John to stop but his body....oh, God, his body was screaming something else. It was screaming "Don't stop! Don't ever fuckin' stop. God damn you. It feels so good!"
Pleasure now coursed through his veins and he felt unable to contain himself any longer. His cock was fully erect now. Veins bulging, it pushed and strained against the canvas beneath him.
John alternated between a slow slide in and out and a hard, fast pummeling that was sheer ecstasy to Randy's body. The sensation inside him building quickly. God, was this what it felt like to John when Randy was fucking him? No wonder why he couldn't get enough of him. No wonder why he was so addicted to Randy.
John felt Randy's body relax and he smiled to himself.
"Yeah, that's it, Randy", he cooed. "Take this dick up your ass!! I knew you'd like it. I knew that tight asshole was just waiting for me. Waiting all this time for my big, hard cock. You like me fucking you up the ass, don't you?"
He groaned, "Ohhhh, shit. Shit Orton. I think I just might have to fuck this ass every night!! A nice, tight, sweet lil hole like this would be a terrible thing to waste!"
He laughed. Randy began to moan softly beneath him. His body quivering, making John plunge deeper and harder. He squeezed Randy's ass cheek. Reached down and bit it, hard. Randy yelped. John smirked and rode him faster. His hole making that delicious sucking sound.
"Shit, fuck yea...oh, shit, oh shit!! I'm gonna cum. Ohhhhhh, fuck yea!!!!!", his groaning filled the entire arena.
The ring shook and the overhead lights burned bright on his glistening skin. But then, all of a sudden he stopped.
"Not yet", he said.
Randy tried to turn to see what was going on.
John pulled out of him and stood up. His cock gleaming and dripping Randy's blood in a trail across the mat. He walked over to where his shorts lay in a heap in the middle of the canvas and reached down. He had one more trick up his sleeve. Or in his pocket, he should say. One last thing to bring to the party.
Orton looked on, bewildered. Wondering what John was going to pull out of his pocket. Slowly he withdrew his hand and when Randy saw the switchblade his eyes widened in fear. Once again he began bucking at the ropes. His body bending and thrashing. His screams bouncing off the walls.
"Oh, God, John", he yelled. "What are you doing???!!! Please don't stick that in me!! Ohhhhh, holy fuck!!"
"Now come on, Randy", John drawled. "You don't really think I'm that twisted, do you?"
He slowly walked back over to where Randy lay, the silver metal of the blade shining in the bright arena lights. He pushed the tiny button making the blade disappear then clicked it again. Torturing Randy. He brought the blade up close to Randy's face, brushing it across his lips. Randy flinched and tried to move his head back. Grazing his lips across the blade and drawing blood.
"Ummmm", John moaned as he leaned forward and licked the droplets from Randy's lips. "You taste so sweet."
Randy whimpered and a single tear slid out of the corner of his left eye and ran down the side of his face, mixing with the droplets of blood and creating a tiny red river that flowed down his chin and neck.
Randy had never been more afraid in his life. When John took that blade out, his dick shrank and his balls shriveled up inside of him. The fear took hold of him and consumed him. Whatever pleasure he was feeling disappeared with the arrival of John's knife.
John backed away from Randy's face with the blade and slid back behind him on his knees. He got into position once again between Randy's legs. Randy twisted, desperately wanting to know what was happening.
"Ohhh, baby", John groaned.
He drove his hard cock back into Randy's waiting entrance, rocking his body forward, the cuffs on his wrists clanging. He thrusted in and out faster and faster. Harder than before.
Randy screamed at the intrusion as his body was violated once again.
"Such a beautiful body you have, Randy", John said, stroking his skin. Tracing the outline of the large tattoo covering his upper back. "These tattoos...soooo sexy. They really turn me on. And since you love tattoos so much, I thought I'd give you one of my own. A little something so that you'll never forget me."
Hearing those words sent a jolt of fear through Randy's veins as he realized what John was about to do.
"Good God, John, NO!!! Please, fuck no! Don't do it!! I'm begging you. Please don't do it!!! JOHHHNNNN!!!!"
"Oh, you're begging me now, are you?" John emitted a soft laugh that sharply contrasted with the evil look in his eyes. "I told you you you'd be screaming my name before the night was over. And look, I haven't even came yet so you know the night is not over. Not yet."
With his left hand John grabbed onto Randy's hip and with the blade in his right hand brought it to the skin on Randy's lower back. Holding him down with his left hand, his dick now sliding in and out at a slower pace he began to carve.
Randy let out an ear splitting screech that echoed throughout the empty arena. It bounced off the walls and the windows coming back to the inside of the ring twice as loud.
The more Randy fought, the harder John held him down and the harder he pounded into the man's tender asshole.
John sliced the knife through the tender skin in Randy's lower back. Softly calling out the letters as he carved them.
"C", he groaned. -
"E"-
"N"-
"A"-
"S".......and then, mercifully, he stopped.
"Say it", he commanded.
Randy shook uncontrollably.
"Say what?", he sobbed. John reached up around Randy's neck, choking him, putting him in a mock STFU.
"Tell me you're my bitch", John said in a low, gravelly voice. The sound of his cock, slick with Randy's blood, sliding in and out of his worked over hole, filled the room.
"Tell me and I'll stop."
Randy was outwardly crying now. Spasms racking his entire body.
"I'm your bitch", he moaned.
"Louder!!", John yelled, shoving his dick extra hard into Randy.
"Aahhhhhh, fuck!!!", Randy screamed. "Ok, ok!! I'm your bitch!!!! I'm your fuckin' bitch, John!!! I'm John Cena's bitch! The WWE champion is John Cena's bitch!!! Oh, God. Please just stop!!!" His body shook with convulsions. The arena fell silent and the assault on Randy's ass stopped.
"John?", Randy whimpered.
John leaned forward, whispering into Randy's ear.
"Now that wasn't so hard now was it, Champ?"
Randy shook his head as John slid back down behind him and once again raised the knife to Randy's swollen and bloody back to finish his crude tattoo. His dick once again sliding into Randy's battered ass.
"Ohhh, shit yea. You're still so hot and tight."
Defeated, Randy just hung his head as John took up his ghastly carving. He called the letters out as he wrote them.
"B"- His dick pumped in and out.
"I"- Faster and faster he pounded.
"T"- "Awwww fuck. I'm gonna cum!! I'm gonna fill you up, Randy!"
"C"- "SHITTTTTT......oh, shit, oh, shit....He thrusted furiously, his long cock completely engulfed by Randy's dripping hole.
"H"......he yelled as his body tensed and spasmed and a load of hot, sticky cum shot out of his pulsing dick and into Randy's hole, filling him. The liquid spilled out, mixing with his blood, coursing down his legs.
"Ohhhhhhh, yeaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh", John groaned long and low and sat back on his heels, sliding his rapidly shrinking dick out of Randy's ass.
He just sat for a minute, coming down off of his high. Then he rose to his feet and walked over to the corner of the ring where the championship belt lay. Picking it up he walked over to Randy's bruised, battered and bloody body.
"You were just as good as I imagined you'd be", he smirked. "Actually, better."
He tossed the belt down on top of Randy's mutilated back, making him flinch. The crude tattoo a glaring reminder of who made who scream.
"Who's the bitch now, Orton?", John asked, leering down at him. "Who's the bitch NOW?"
The End