title: eyes wide shut, i promise not to fall awake rating: explicit pairing: Wheeler Yuta/Jon Moxley, Wheeler Yuta/Bryan Danielson, Wheeler Yuta/Claudio Castagnoli, background Yuta/Mox/Claudio/Bryan/Regal word count: 11,526 warnings: rape, past rape, abuse, non-consensual drug use, drugged sex, non-consensual bondage, delusions, drug abuse, budding drug addiction to be clear, mental health issues, inability to distinguish reality from not reality, fantasizing, distant partner, come play, blood play. blood kink, arousal from rape, topping from the bottom, daddy kink, domestic issues, dirty talk, free use (kinda), William Regal Haunts the Narrative, post-traumatic stress disorder, Dead Dove: Do Not Eat notes: shout out to sarah for helping proof this :D more notes under the cut, more tags on ao3 link summary: There's a match Saturday on Collision against Anthony Henry, but Yuta can't even remember what day it is anymore. series: the ancient art of quiet rape, part two
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more authors notes: I strongly urge anyone with issues reading about the experience of not being able to distinguish reality from not reality may not want to read this fic. Through out the work Yuta will be unable to remember a lot of things, and struggles with figuring out whats real and what isn't.
To be clear about some of the above tags: Yuta will be drugged during part of this fic. In other parts he will be popping pills. Yuta does not remember the events of the hospital, or that he was raped. He thinks its just a nightmare. During certain parts of this fic Yuta will fantasize about raping another character, and have dreams about being raped. Mox will mention his past with being raped in an erotic way. Yuta will be aroused by being raped.
I do feel it necessary to explain all of this since this is sensitive. I want people to enjoy this work about erotic rape and erotic abuse, not be hurt by it! (cringe shit I say but mean even though it's cringe).
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"Learning to perfect the ancient art of quiet rape, You've always been so warm and calculated, I owe you a thanks, Eyes wide shut, I promise not to fall awake, Lick the guillotine and tell you how the gasoline tastes, The grass is always greener on the other pesticide." --Eyedea & Abilities, 'Burn Fetish'
The house was always quiet. It never used to be like this, but then again there used to be a few more people around. Instead itâs just Yuta, living like a ghost in Bryanâs house. Thatâs what it is now. Just Bryanâs place. None of them had ever officially moved in but for some reason everyone mostly gravitated to staying there. Yuta just felt like a guest now.
Mostly Bryan was resting. Especially the first few days. There was a lot on his mentorâs mind as he tried to recover, there was a title to defend after all, but they werenât really speaking. Sure Yuta asked what Bryan needed, how he was doing, what they would have to eat, and so on. Bryan answered. Sure they spoke here and there, but they didn't talk.
The thing was, Yuta knew he was acting strange. Lately everything made his skin crawl, every sound made him jump. Anything salty was likely to tip him into an anxiety attack. He felt like a shell of a person, terrified of nothing he could understand. Most of the time he was barely present. All day he spent checking on Bryan or training, at night he couldnât sleep so he watched matches.
In the mirror Yuta could see the toll of sleeplessness. The nightmare plagued the young man even when he was awake. Every reiteration left Yuta with less memory, but more of a vivid feeling. Something that couldnât be shaken off. Clinging to him like plastic, suffocating and uncomfortable.
There was so much Yuta couldnât hide, and while he knew Bryan was recovering as well as dealing with his own trauma, the man never seemed to notice. For Yutaâs own health he had to write it off as Bryan just dealing with his own stuff. Sure, that was understandable. After all, it was Bryan who actually went through something.
âHey, Wheeler?â Bryanâs still hoarse voice asked over the sound of cooking.
âHm?â Yuta wasnât actually listening, he was paying attention to the pan as he made dinner. Not really, he was actually completely zoned out.
âWhy havenât you been staying in the bed with me?â Bryan asked but he wasnât looking at the younger man. There was a slight uncomfortableness to him even bringing it up.
âHm.â Yuta just shrugged, not hearing the question.
âYuta.â Bryanâs voice was louder, a little mad now. It snapped the other out of it.
âWhat? Sorry. My headâs somewhere else, Bryan,â Yuta admitted, glancing over to see how much he pissed his mentor off.
âYeah. I noticed.â The slight snark to it made Yuta wince. âI just asked why you hadnât been staying in the bed with me.â
âIâŚâ Yuta put the spatula down so he could lean on the counter. âJust figured you needed space while you recovered.â
âThoughtful of you,â Bryan mumbled sarcastically.
There was something that just snapped in Yuta. Hands balling up into fists as he tried to control himself. A few deep breaths until he was able to turn off the stove. Yuta turned sharply to face Bryan sitting at the breakfast bar.
âHonestly, I canât fucking sleep, Bryan. I didnât want to be keeping you up. So fuck you.â Yuta made sure he didnât raise his voice, forcing the rage boiling inside of him to a simmer.
âHey, hey. Iâm sorry.â Bryan got up to come hold Yuta. Normally itâd be sweet but today it made Yuta want to scream. âYou are being thoughtful. I justâŚmissed you in bed.â
âOhâŚâ Yuta shrank into the hug, putting his arms around the shorter man. âSorry.â
âItâs a two way street, right?â Bryan kissed the younger manâs cheek. âHave you tried taking your Xanax before bed? They make you really sleepy.â
âNot really. Theyâre for panic attacks so I didnât think about that,â Yuta admitted, realizing he could do that. âFuck it. Havenât slept since you were released. Iâll take one after dinner and we can go to sleep.â
âOnly if you think itâll help. It was just a suggestion.â Bryan finally let go.
âYeah. I do think itâll help.â Yuta nodded, sure that it couldn't hurt at least.
Right after they ate, Yuta took a pill before cleaning up the kitchen. Bryan said he had a little headache so he needed to lay down. That was fine, Yuta wasnât too worried about it. For a while heâd work on the dishes and when he got too tired heâd go upstairs.
The slow ascent up the steps exhausted Yuta. Each foot weighed down by dread. Despite this being what he wanted from Bryan, wanting to be noticed in his own suffering, it just felt bad. Anxiety and worry were overpowering even the medication the closer he got to the bedroom.
It felt strange, almost dreamlike to walk into the bedroom. Everything was practically how it was the last time Yuta was here. Like a time capsule of before. The sheets were different than they had been before the weekend. It was jarring to see that none of Mox or Claudioâs scattered things werenât thrown out or even put away.
Yuta was too exhausted to think about it as he sat on the edge of the bed, opposite where the sleeping Dragon laid. House shoes kicked off, Yuta slid into bed fully clothed. The room was cool but not cold enough for a hoodie, sweatpants, or even his socks. He made sure to stay out of the covers, pushing them over towards Bryan who was already asleep.
Even with the Xanax sleep was elusive. Every so often heâd nod off but he wouldnât sleep. As the minutes ticked by, Yuta lost more and more patience. The room was too quiet; the sound of Yutaâs racing thoughts were loud like bumps on the mat. The temperature of the room seemed to fluctuate between way too hot and slightly too cold.
In an act of frustration Yuta fished the pill bottle out of his pocket. Shaking out two more light blue pills to go into his mouth. There had to be relief somewhere, right now it looked like it might be at the bottom of the bottle. Yuta remembered Mox half jokingly telling him that if he chewed the pills up theyâd hit faster, so he did that.
To balance out the advice from the other man, Yuta started doing some of the breathing exercises Bryan taught him. Slowly things started to even out as the combination of breathing and chewing the pills sent the tingling of calm. Closing his eyes, Yuta was finally met with darkness instead of ghosts.
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As soon as Yuta woke up he knew something was wrong. This wasnât the same bedroom he had fallen asleep in. As he looked around, heart beating out of his chest he realized that he was atâŚClaudioâs place? It was the guest bedroom that nobody really used. Except most of Yutaâs things were there. Everything that was important to him seemed to be in the room.
Panic was flooding the young man as he got out of the bed, the covers were thrown back violently. Yuta ran towards the door, but his heart sank when the handle didnât move.
âWhat the fuck, what the fuck.â Yuta rushed around the room but couldnât figure out what he was looking for.
It felt like hours went by, but Yuta ran out of steam early. It seemed impossible. Everything was surreal. Like the fact there was a bathroom he didnât remember from before. The door was heavy and he knew he wouldn't be able to get it open. He thought there was a window in this room but it was nowhere to be found.
A loud knock came at the door finally. The silence had lulled Yuta into a dreamlike state and the noise made him jump up to his feet, stumbling slightly. The hinges to the door didnât make any noise as it opened. On the other side was Mox, a big grin on his face as he strolled inside. Jeans slung low with a sway to his hips. No shirt for some reason, giving Yuta a glorious view of his hairy chest.
âHey, kid. Glad youâre up. Feeling okay?â Mox didnât seem to mind the door latching behind him as he got closer. âGave you a bit to cal--â
âWhat the fuck is this, Jon?!â Yuta shouted, so much anger welling up.
âUmâŚitâs the thing you wanted, man. I didnât decide on this. I didnât come up with it, or let myself be here. You wanted this.â Mox frowned, a look of hurt coming across his face. âRemember? At the hospital when we talked about this?â
âWhat? What hospital? I donât know what the fuck youâre on about, Jon!â Yuta snapped. âWhy are my drums here? Why is my computer here? All my clothes, books, movies, what the hell is this! Answer me!â
âFucking christ. You gotta calm the fuck down. We got your fuckinâ pills too.â Mox pointed towards the nightstand. âIf you relax, Iâll refresh your damn memory.â
âCalm down? Youâve got me locked in some damn room--â Yutaâs fists balled up as he contained his rage at being cut off.
âJust shut up for a minute.â Mox waved him off. âWhen we were at the hospital in Chicago we talked about how we wanted to keep you locked up, free to use whenever we wanted, the only time we let you out is to go wrestle.â
âWhaâŚâ Yutaâs brain was flooded with all that memory. âWe didnât agree-- I didnât--â
âWe all know this is exactly where you want to be.â Mox sighed as he glanced back at the door. âIâll go, if you still need to adjust. I just wanted to get my dick wet, honestly.â
âYou just wanted to get your fucking dick wet? Do you hear yourself?!â Yuta took a step closer.
âI hear myself, kid. I know exactly whatâs going on.â Moxâs face darkened as he stepped closer too. The threatening action made Yuta pause. âThis is the whole reason youâre here. Itâs what youâre good for. So I can go, give you more time to relax, but the longer you make me wait the worse it gets.â
The hospital came to mind as the threat set in. The violent violation by his fellow faction mates allowed cracks to form in Yuta, hairline fractures that weakened him as a whole. Mox knew that, even if Yuta didnât. A little pressure on the right part would cause him to shatter. Being blindsided by his own mental state, Yuta just stared. How could this be real? Surely Bryan would notice he was missing or something?
One large hand landed on Yutaâs shoulder, moving around to the back of his neck. Gripping, holding tight but it wasnât rough. Mox wasnât hurting him, just pulling him closer and closer.
âBryan ainât coming to find you. Youâve already been gone for three days, kid.â Mox spoke quietly, slowly like he was breaking bad news.
âNo, no. ThatâsâŚBryan wouldnâtâŚâ Yuta started to shake his head but he knew it was true. He knew that Bryan may not even notice he was missing because his mentor didnât really care.
âI could give you your phone right now and there wouldnât be a missed call or text from daddy.â Mox tacked on the last part just to be cruel, to really drive it home. That broke Yuta more as he started crying. âYou donât got a match for a while either, so no one at work is wonderinâ.â
âJon, please,â Yuta begged as everything inside of him crumbled.
âSo, is it now or later? Iâm getting impatient here.â Mox sighed as he let go, finally looking away.
Yuta stared at the older man as the gravity of the situation started to sink in. This was his new world. It felt insane to just drop to his knees but what other choice did he have? Eventually theyâd just take what they wanted from him; that much Yuta learned the night at the hospital. At least he could save himself some pain maybe if he just sank to his knees now.
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The bedroom was bright and sunny, a window open to hear natureâs tune. Light sparkled through the currents. Sheets and comforters cocooned Yuta in the empty bed. It was hard to orient himself but Yuta focused on slowing down his breathing. Something was making the bed shake, it took a moment for Yuta to realize it was him.
Shaking like a leaf would be an understatement. Yuta was trembling. Even being all wrapped up, with the addition of his heavy choice in pajamas, didnât stop it. In fact Yuta could feel himself sweating profusely, his heart jackhammering like heâd just spent an hour running the ropes.
As everything eased back into reality, Yuta was able to slowly get out of the bedding. The clothes he wore to bed were drenched in sweat, but at least it wasnât on the bed. Cool air ran past his body but did little to quell the heat.
Once Yuta was up on his feet he noticed how bad he felt. Maybe heâd caught something. His throat felt raw and scratchy, all his joints were aching, and he had a headache despite just waking up. The clothes were sticking to his skin uncomfortably.
The hoodie was stripped first, tossed to the side as socked feet took Yuta to the bathroom. It was too bright but Yuta couldnât do anything about it. His balance had yet to even out so he held onto the sink as he walked by, glancing at his ghostly form in the mirror.
Cold water ran into the sink, swirling down the drain as Yuta started at himself. He looked awful. Even though he slept his eyes still had bags under them, he was pale, and looked vaguely sick. Yuta could admit the look in his eyes was bad, he looked like heâd given up. Something was broken inside of him but he had no idea what.
At this point Yuta couldnât remember basically anything from the nightmare heâd had at the hospital. Now he could barely recall the one that had just happened. It was starting to really piss him off that he just had no recollection of the things haunting him, he couldn't see them so he couldnât deal with them.
âStress, huh.â Yuta rolled his eyes, remembering the nurse expressing concern about his stress.
Finally, Yuta bent down to wash his face off. The cool water added a refreshing relief. Everything else started cooling down too. Getting all the grime and sweat off his face made Yuta feel significantly more human.
âWhere is Bryan?â Yuta muttered to himself as he dried off his hands.
It wasnât like Bryan was supposed to be anywhere. Bed rest had been prescribed for nearly a week. The first thing Yuta did was find his phone on the bedside table. The battery was low since the night before he hadnât cared much if his phone was charged. The display didnât have any messages, nothing from his mentor.
There was the possibility that Bryan was somewhere downstairs but after a quick sweep there was no one. Not even in the garden. Both of their cars were there, which was good since Bryan wasnât supposed to be driving.
It annoyed Yuta to wake up alone. No message or indicator of where his injured partner was at. Of course Bryan just took off, that was just what he was good at. Yuta groaned to himself as he tried to back track that line of thought. After all, Bryan probably just didnât want to wake him up since he knew Yuta hadnât been sleeping. Not that it was even good sleep. Yuta felt more tired than he had the day before.
After some contemplation Yuta decided to just go take a shower. That would probably do him some good, right, and heâd find some fresh clothes too.
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The hot water cascaded over Yutaâs body while he ducked under the spray. It was probably too hot, his skin already taking on a pink tone. Something needed to be washed away, even if Yuta couldnât articulate what it was that he needed to clean off himself.
Ever since the PPV it was like a layer of filth was stuck to Yutaâs skin. Each shower did nothing to rid him of the disgusting feeling. Something was weaving its way through his skin, sewing patches of filth over the cracks. Every pore felt like it was seeping and oozing.
Without looking, Yuta reached over to the shelf to grab body wash. A few bottles clattered over, one even rolling off. It stayed at the bottom of the shower; Yuta was too preoccupied to care. The faded red washcloth was lathered up quickly, and taken to his own skin like sandpaper.
Every inch of tan skin was scrubbed red raw. The strong smell of sandalwood emanated from the suds, a tiny hint of vanilla. It was hypnotic, and Yuta paused with his chest and arms done. The bubbles were washed off patches of raw skin as the smell lingered, assaulting Yutaâs memories like a punching bag.
âFuck, Mox.â Yutaâs moans echoed in the tiled shower.
Yuta could recall the scent well. Even during training, all sweaty and wet, Yuta could smell the lingering notes of sandalwood and vanilla on Mox. It was one of the things he loved when Mox would cuddle up to him or sit too close. Comfortable and safe, until a few days prior.
Looking down, Yuta saw himself getting hard at the memories of Mox. Strong muscle, coarse hair, and the smell. Cigarettes, sandalwood, and just a little vanilla. As Yutaâs cock filled out his mind brought up images of Mox, but he fixated on a memory he had of the other man.
Hand on his cock Yuta envisioned Mox, in some nondescript hotel room with sheets to match. Sometimes if Mox was tired enough heâd fall asleep in his towel after a shower. Laying face down on the bed, Moxâs back glistened, still damp and warmed from the water. Yuta thought about all the details.
The way Moxâs scars caught water, how his body hair dried. The way the sleeping man had both arms under his head as a pillow. One foot slightly off the bed. Peaceful slumber painted his face as Yuta stepped closer and closer. One hand undoing his belt, quietly pulling it through each loop.
The tantalizing scene in Yutaâs head played out as he stroked his throbbing cock. A light hand worked his shaft so he didnât get too excited. This was a fantasy he wanted to actually experience instead of rush through. It wasnât something heâd ever indulged with before now, and he didnât know why that changed.
In his mind Yuta started undoing the button and zipper of his jeans as he got to the hotel bed. One knee planted between Moxâs legs as he reached up to bring the other manâs hands down. It took a few seconds to thread his belt around Moxâs wrist until he was tied up.
âYoots?â Mox muttered, his tired face turning towards the younger man.
âYeah, Mox?â Yuta started to peel the towel back to reveal one of the best asses heâd ever seen. Thick muscles sculpted into two beautiful globes. âSo hot.â
âWhaâs up?â Mox shook his wrists, sleepiness still affecting his judgment.
âDonât worry about that, baby,â Yuta assured the other as he moved around.
ââKay.â Mox let his head fall back onto the bed, eyes closing because of the trust he had in his young boy.
Yuta mounted Mox with ease, his cock slipping between the otherâs cheeks. The rush of power and euphoria made Yutaâs head spin. There was a slight grunt from Mox as the weight settled down and the rough material of jeans scratched his skin. It didnât matter, not to Yuta, and neither did the uncomfortable position his prey was in.
Below him there was some shifting from Mox as he realized how uncomfortable the position felt. A slight strain of the back and tensing of muscles let Yuta know the other was exactly where he wanted. Hands started tracing the damp scars, finding nonexistent patterns and shapes.
âHm?â Mox tried to look back.
âReady for me, baby?â Yuta grunted as he sat up on his knees, pushing the otherâs legs further apart.
âNo? I donâtâŚwha?â Mox shook his head as he felt the pressure against his hole.
No lube or prep went into it. It took a lot of effort to push in, and when he did Mox howled in pain. The belt was tugged and pulled but kept Mox immobilized as Yuta fucked into him. It felt so good, Yuta thought, as he slammed into the man below him.
âFuck! Wheeler!â Mox cried out. âPlease!â
âPlease what, bitch?â Yuta was breathless, losing all composure.
âStop!â Mox cried. âIt hurts. Please?â
âStop? You want me to stop?â Yuta breathlessly spoke as he leaned over Moxâs back. âNo. Iâm taking whatâs mine.â
The hot water of the shower washed the seed away as Yuta came hard into his hand. It was good, even satisfying, Yuta realized as he came down from the euphoria. The fantasy stayed there, playing more even after Yuta finished. Thinking about the way Mox would fight back, wiggling to get away maybe. The violence of the situation made Yuta feel like he could go again.
Before he could delve more into this newly uncovered fantasy, the bathroom door opened. Yuta jumped, turning to look even though the glass of the door was fogged over. The place was filled with steam from the too hot shower, even wiping the glass didnât help. For some reason Yutaâs anxiety ramped up thinking it was maybe Mox or Claudio, he wasnât exactly sure why that also made him even more horny.
âWheeler?â Bryanâs voice called. âYou better be in there. Thatâs a lot of water to wa--â
âIâm here. Yeah.â Yuta squeaked, quickly reaching out to turn the temperature down. âAre you okay? You werenât here when I woke up.â
âIâm good.â Bryanâs cheerful voice played over the rushing of water. âI went for a run af--â
Yuta threw the door of the shower open frantically.
âYou went for a run? Bryan, youâre not cleared!â Yuta shouted, suddenly unreasonably angry. âWhat the hell is wrong with you? After what happ--â
âWheeler, Wheeler. Relax.â Bryan frowned. âI went this morning while you slept after I got medically cleared to start training again. Iâm fine.â
âThat was today?â Yuta looked the other man over. Seeing his boyfriend in running gear made his stomach knot up. âI-I was supposed to go with you.â
âIt was just a doctorâs appointment. You were asleep finally so I didnât wake you up. Wheeler, youâve got a match soon and youâve not slept at all.â Bryan cocked his head to the side. âYou donât even know what day it is.â
âI-I-â Yuta closed his eyes tightly as he tried to focus and figure out what the fuck was happening.
âYouâre wasting water, Wheeler,â Bryan pointed out with disappointment.
âSorry.â Yuta turned to get back in so he could turn the water off completely. âI just wanted to be there, Bryan.â The fluffy blue towel wrapped around Yutaâs waist as he hung his head.
âYou leave tonight for Ohio,â Bryan sighed as he finished undressing.
âI do?â Yuta considered the days, frowning at the mirror. When had he lost so many days? âUh, wh-who am I--?â
âFuck. You donât even know? I need you to focus, Wheeler, okay? Do you understand me?â Bryanâs stern voice felt like a cheese grater. âYouâre wrestling Anthony Henry in Ohio on Collision.â
âOkay. Well.â Yuta shrugged, finally standing up right. âI can beat Henry.â
âNot if youâre going to be this distracted. Not knowing what day it is, who youâre matched up against, not training, not sleeping. Youâre going to forget your boots too.â Bryan rolled his eyes.
âFuck you. Iâve been--â Yuta paused, unable to articulate anything.
âYouâve been what, Wheeler?â Bryan shook his head. âYouâve been distracted. Figure it out. You canât let what happened distract you. Got it?â
The nerve of Bryan saying that struck something in Yuta. For a moment he just stared at the other man, trying to figure out what was going on. Maybe Bryan was in denial or something, Yuta couldnât just ask. Neither one of them was ready to talk about it. Clearly.
âGot it.â Yuta nodded curtly before exiting the bathroom.
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Traveling alone, to Ohio no less, was a tough experience. Even though Yuta had traveled by himself before this felt different. This was alone. There wasnât going to be anyone waiting for him here or on the connecting flight, not at the hotel or even the arena. Even Bryan couldnât do the drop off since he wasnât supposed to be driving yet.
Not that Bryan seemed to want to take his prodigy. That was something Yuta had to just chalk up to Bryan still being messed up from Chicago. That was what he had to keep telling himself about a lot of things.
The whole trip was numbing. No excitement or anxiety bubbling up. Granted that could have been the excess of pills he had been taking. By the time Yuta got into his hotel room he was ready to pass out. At least he hoped he was, because he still hadnât slept. The night before didnât count because he woke up still exhausted.
In the morning Yuta had to get up to work out, something he promised his mentor. Now he was thinking about just skipping it. No one would notice. Sleeping was probably more important. Another pill was popped while the rest sat on the bedside table.
Despite best efforts, Yuta tossed and turned unable to fully rest. There werenât any vivid, unrememberable nightmares this time. Small things to be thankful for, he thought while staring at the shadows passing across the ceiling. Yuta tried not to think about how the morning would come soon, leaving him unrested for his match.
Yuta let his mind wander since nothing else was working. Slowly his eyes drifted closed to the fantasy he had about Mox while in the shower. The way Mox looked while struggling, the sounds he was making. It was easy to conjure up the scene, after all Yuta knew Mox pretty well at this point.
It had never occurred to Yuta he may have a rape kink, but here he was fantasizing about just that. Yuta also didnât take long, just thinking about Mox begging him to stop sending him over. Come spilled over into his hand with a grunt, still thinking about forcing Mox.
Getting up was out of the question so Yuta just cleaned himself off with his t-shirt. The smear of come across the old BCC logo wasnât lost on him. Settling back in Yuta realized he was still thinking about it. What would it be like to force such a strong man? Make him beg and cry?
As Yuta pondered just those things he started to drift off, finding peace as he fell asleep. Actually fell asleep, and the sleep was good. Relief and recovery flooded Yuta, he was sure he could have slept for days if not for the courtesy call from the front desk. The one Bryan made him set up just to be sure Yuta got some training in and didnât oversleep.
Training was the last thing the young man wanted to do. The hotel gym was empty since it was so early. Yuta tried to motivate himself through the workout by telling himself he could go straight back to bed until it was show time. There just wasn't anything there. No drive or focus.
âI can beat Henry,â Yuta mumbled to himself.
The reflection from the mirror caught the haunted look. The stress, pain, and disconnection all etched into his face. Exhaustion stayed creeping around the edges, threatening to reinvade. Breaks in the mask that Yuta put on for everyone else, little fractures that would soon become a serious threat.
Considering how he had been eating lately, which was nothing at all, Yuta realized he needed to eat if he was going to wrestle tonight. Even though Yuta wasn't hungry he figured that could be why he looked so terrible. There wasnât much he had been eating lately. Once up in his room Yuta called for room service, ordering a decent sized breakfast and coffee. The likelihood of him eating everything was slim but at least there would be coffee.
By the time the bell boy came by with Yutaâs breakfast he was showered and watching some movie. After handing off the tip Yuta sat down as the guy left the room. None of the food looked that good to him as he stared down what he ordered. After heavy consideration the coffee and the waffles were taken first. Settling back on the couch to watch the movie, so he had a distraction while he ate.
âNothing?â The head FBI agent asked in the movie.
âNothing,â the main guy responded.
âGo home, kid. Get the hell outta here. Get some sleep. You look like shit. They get anything even resembles your guy, I'm on your beeper. Here. You like feta?â The boss agent was offering food to the main guy.
âFeta. My favorite.â
Yuta wasnât paying much attention, but he realized heâd seen this movie a lot. Like a lot. Enough to remember most of the lines.
âJohnnyâŚâ the boss agent said as Yuta finally looked up at the screen, drinking his lukewarm hotel coffee. âAll I wanna know is one thing, why didn't you just take the shot?â
âI don't know,â Johnny responded.
âI see why Mox thinks this movie is hot,â Yuta mumbled against the ceramic edge of the cup as the next scene rolled around.
Most of the coffee was gone so quick, Yuta figured it was time to dive into the food. Nothing looked good, but nothing had for days now. The first bite of waffle was actually fantastic. Yuta moaned softly as he started eating quicker. The sweet fluffiness filled Yuta up. New life came over him as he felt warmer and happier as soon as the food hit his stomach.
Even Yutaâs anxiety and depression were lifting. The slow, deep ache he was constantly feeling started to recede. Weight was taken from his shoulders allowing him to actually relax, sinking into the couch as the movie flashed interestingly in front of him. Food practically forgotten about, his entire existence changed.
The couch was breaking away leaving Wheeler feeling like he was floating in water. Gently drifting along the surface in the calm, cool currents. Waves gently rolling onto the beach. A liquid lull that nearly pulled Yuta into blessed sleep. Eyes and body getting heavier like sand washing up on the shore.
The movie played on regardless of Yutaâs state. Mesmerizing colors traced across the scene. As the weight of exhaustion dragged Yuta down he finally drifted off for a moment, thinking about how he needed to set an alarm. Just in case he overslept, but he couldn't will his body into action.
Just as the last bit of consciousness left Yuta he could have sworn he heard the mechanical lock whirling to life on the door. Someone was coming into the hotel room. Even the threat of an unknown person in the room couldnât motivate Yuta into doing anything more than tip his head to the side to try to see.
âHey, youâre watching my favorite movie, prince.â Moxâs voice floated through Yutaâs psyche.
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Stress. It was all the stress. Like the nurse had said back when Bryan was in the hospital, stress is a very serious thing. This was another stress nightmare. That was the only way Yuta could accept what was happening. Even everything felt the same as that night, as fleeting as Yutaâs memory was of that event.
Slowly waking up to a much darker hotel, it was difficult for Yuta to adjust. The TV was still playing the movie, the food was still out, and he was still on the couch. Somehow it felt different, even looked a little different. Like a dream.
Just like a dream Mox was standing there. Beautifully basked in the glow of his preferred movie, attention captivated by the moving frames. The three quarter profile really showed Mox off to Yuta as he scanned over the shirtless frame of his boyfriend (yes, ex). The trim waist made Moxâs ass pop. Yutaâs eyes hovered over the thick muscles of the other manâs backside before moving up to examine his abs and the way muscle flexed around Moxâs ribcage, and perfectly defined pecs covered in wiry hair.
On screen the final fight between the two guys played, Moxâs eyes locked onto the image. While Patrick Swazye and Keanu Reeves backdropped each other, Mox started undoing his jeans. There was an audible sigh from the pseudo king at the relief. The light blue jockstrap peeked out from under the jeans slipping down his hips.
âThis has gotta be a dream,â Yuta muttered as he let his head fall back.
âThereâs my prince.â Mox easily tore his eyes away from the screen to smile at his young boy, preferring Yuta to his own favorite movie.
âWhaâs goinâ on, Jon?â Yuta hated not being able to speak well, his words bleeding out at the ends.
âYou have a match tonight,â Mox mentioned as he walked around to stand over the other. âYou almost done?â
âWha?â Yuta blinked a few times before he heard another voice.
âOne minute and Iâll be finished, King.â Claudioâs voice came from behind the couch.
âWhaâ the fuck?â Yuta jumped, trying to move but nothing moved. In fact something pulled.
âDonât start that, sweetheart.â Mox reached out to run his fingers through Yutaâs hair, pacifying the panic with affection. âClaudioâs just making sure youâre secure, then itâll be just the two of us.â
âJusâ tâtwo of us?â Yuta blinked up at the other man. Feelings came back to him as he remembered the hospital, instead of being afraid he was confused and horny. Just like now.
âFinished.â Claudioâs voice came over the room once more.
âThat was exactly one minute.â Mox grinned over the couch at the other.
âI know,â Claudio acknowledged as he walked around to look at the young man on the couch. âWe didnât want you to strain yourself before your match.â
Mox nodded along, hand coming up to cup the back of Claudioâs head to pull him down for a kiss. Just as they had at the hospital the pair bit more than kissed. Mox did all the biting as he bit into Claudioâs mouth until the larger man bled. There wasnât as much red as there had been but Claudio wore it proudly, stars lighting up his eyes as he looked down at Mox.
âYouâre good,â Mox muttered against the otherâs lips.
âI am?â Claudioâs whisper made Yuta feel like this was a moment he wasnât supposed to experience. It felt odd, out of place. It kind of made the younger man feel even more like he was in a fever dream.
âYou are.â Mox placed the larger manâs hand over the tacky cross necklace he had been wearing.
âThank you, King.â Claudio bowed his head to the other man before starting to step back, but the âKingâ stopped him.
âIf youâd like to say anything to him, give him a little something.â Mox nodded towards Yuta. âWant him to remember who cares about him after all.â
âIt is your night--â Claudio shook his head humbly as if he couldnât even consider taking this time away from his king.
âRemember when it comes to the prince, heâs ours,â Mox insisted.
Yuta was sure he was in some sort of fever dream now. It wasnât just the fog in his brain. It wasnât often Claudio was vulnerable like that, in so few words. To Yuta that wasnât something his old boyfriend would do. Or maybe he was just in denial about what was happening? Thoughts raced back and forth until Claudio came over.
âSweetheart.â Claudio knelt down, one knee on the carpet just like a knight paying respect.
âClaudio?â Yuta felt teary eyed for some reason.
âI want you to know something very important.â Claudio made sure they kept eye contact, making sure their young boy was listening. âYou are an incredible wrestler. Accept your violence. I can tell no one has been taking care of you during this time.â There was a pause where the Swiss giant had to collect himself. âI know you must be exhausted, but you have tonight under control.â
âWhaâ?â Yuta recoiled at the faithful trust the other still had in him.
âYou can beat Henry any day of the week, under any conditions. I know you can because I trained you.â Claudio bowed his head. âDo not let anyone make you believe you canât handle what youâre doing tonight. Youâll win, sweetheart.â
âI-I-â Yuta felt himself start to cry a little. Crisp, high emotions soared through every space in his body as the words being directed towards him. â--love you.â
âI love you too.â Claudio leaned forward to catch the otherâs lips in a sickeningly sweet kiss sealed in the older manâs blood. âIâll leave you two to it.â
The tall man stood up from his place kneeling in front of Yuta. Walking away towards the door like a ghost leaving the scene of a haunting. Every weird, strange feeling Yuta had been grappling with welled up like a tsunami, crashing against the sides of his skull. Yuta felt like he might drown in it.
Suddenly it all stopped. Calm waters washed over the shores. Yuta felt himself coming back down from the emotional high. The strange confessional left Yuta heartbroken and motivated in what he previously considered wrong directions. He closed his eyes, letting his head fall back.
At some point it permeated Yuta that Claudio had been tying him up. The crafty freak was able to tie him down. Arms stretched over the back of the coarse hotel couch, wrists tied. There was just enough slack to not strain him. Both ankles were tied in some web Yuta couldnât figure out. Probably anchored to the feet of the couch, but he wasnât exactly sure.
What Yuta was sure about was that he was naked. All the clothes he had been wearing seemed to have vanished when he woke up. Not only was he nude, but his cock laid half hard against his thigh. Clearly interested in whatever this was, after all he had been jerking off to the reverse of this not long ago. (Maybe it was a wet dream, Yuta tried to convince himself).
âHey, baby.â Mox smiled fondly as he walked over to his young boy. âHowâre you doing?â
âDonâ know.â Yuta admitted as his eyes honed in on the other manâs crotch. âWhaâs goinâ on?â
âI just wanted to see you before your match,â Mox admitted, a little shrug. âBeen thinkinâ about you.â
âHuh.â Yuta couldnât think of much more to say because Mox looked genuine. The cute puppy quality to the manâs eyes was there. It was the first hint Yuta really saw of his old boyfriend.
âI know youâre going through a lot right now. Everything seems too big and terrifying, Iâm sure. Just trust us, okay?â Mox was in nothing but the jock that Yuta was pretty sure he got for the pseudo king. âI wanted it to be just the two of us right now.â
âTrust you?â Yuta laughed at that, maybe that wasnât fair in such a tender moment but he couldnât stop himself.
âYeah. Trust us.â Mox frowned, reaching out to stroke Yutaâs beard. It was untamed at the moment. âSame way you trust Claudio to do your beard on match days.â
âI donno,â Yuta admitted, his eyes growing soft and heavy until he let them close. It was nice to feel affection again that didnât make his skin crawl.
âThatâs okay. I know. Claudio knows.â Mox let his hand drop to the back of the couch so he could move onto the couch himself, settling right on top of his young boyâs lap. âYouâre ours, Wheeler. You belong with us. Sooner you realize that the better.â
There were too many words swimming around so Mox leaned in to kiss Yuta softly. Easy and calm, nothing like Yuta was expecting. Their lips danced together, tongues meeting. It was so good, lighting everything up for the younger man as he gave himself over. Slowly Mox started rocking his hips, allowing Yuta to rub his cock against the exposed ass on top of him.
Soft moans were exchanged as they both got into it. The ropes tugged when Yuta tried to move to touch the beautiful body above him. Mox snickered a little at Yutaâs whine. Large hands started to explore since the younger man clearly wanted to. Some kind of denial torment that made Yutaâs pulse quicken. Just the right kind of touches to really stir his appetite.
The hands stayed gentle as Moxâs mouth descended on his young boyâs neck. The rough bites and nips were playful. It felt good enough that Yuta tipped his head to the side so that the other had more skin. Mox was easily entertained, much like a puppy with a new chew toy, just gnawing at the hard muscles.
âBeen worried about ya.â Mox finally stopped the oral assault to speak. âLike our big guy said, no oneâs been taking care of you.â
âMâfine,â Yuta muttered, his hips rolling as his aching erection called for more attention.
âDonât lie to me.â Mox cupped the younger manâs cheek, making them see eye to eye. âYou donât have to.â
âI--â Yutaâs head was so foggy he had no idea what he was thinking. âDreamed oâyou?â
âAsking or telling me that, kid?â Mox sat up, shifting back on the lap he was perched on.
âTellinâ.â Yuta blinked a few times, willing the haze to go away. âOh fuck, Mox.â
A wet, warm hand wrapped around Yutaâs aching dick, a light squeeze that sent sparks all over his body. He felt heightened. Just that touch nearly had Yuta ending prematurely. The gentle glide of Moxâs hand was all he could focus on anymore.
âFeel good, baby?â Mox grinned, leaning in for another kiss. This time it was quicker. âTell me your dream.â
âAh. Dreaminâ righâ now.â Yuta shrugged, or at least attempted to.
âThat what it feels like, Wheeler? Youâre dreaminâ?â Mox questioned.
âYeah. Itâs âll warm anâ soft.â Yuta moaned at the skilled way the other knew his way around the cock in hand. âFeels good.â
âTell me about your dream, sweetheart.â Mox returned to the topic at hand.
âSânot very nice,â Yuta admitted.
âGood. I like it when youâre mean.â Mox let go of his young boyâs cock.
âNo,â Yuta whined and opened his eyes.
âRelax. Tell me the dream anyways.â Mox pushed as he repositioned himself over the hard dick he just had in his hand.
âFuck, Mox.â Yuta was paying more attention as he felt the head of his cock press against Moxâs wet hole. Slight pressure. âPlease, please, Wanna fuck you againâŚâ
âYou will, sweet prince. You will.â Mox groaned loudly, totally unashamed as he slowly took Yutaâs cock.
âIt-- I--â Yuta couldât focus but he wanted to answer. Actually wanted to reveal himself to his tormentor.
âThatâs it, Wheeler, fuck. You fill me so fuckinâ good.â Mox let out a sigh of relief as he seated himself fully on the younger man.
âR-Raped you,â Yuta confessed as they looked into each otherâs eyes, deeply connected via each otherâs bodies.
It wasn't just that Yuta saw how much that turned on Mox. He could feel it too. The insanely tight passage clenched around Yutaâs cock. There was a slight swivel of hips too. The aggressive hunger on Moxâs face pried more details out of the younger man.
âT-Tied your handsâŚup.â Yuta bit his lip as the man in his lap started moving. âW-WithâŚmy belt.â
âFuck, Wheeler, Iâm--â Mox shook his head as he started to really fuck himself. âI wish you had.â
âFucked,â Yuta said breathlessly, not able to put the phrase together without a pause. âDry.â
âBet you did.â Mox groaned, one of his hands lacing through Yutaâs locks at the back of his head. âFucked me dry until I cried, huh?â The hand tightened, pulling the younger manâs head back hard. âThatâs so fuckinâ hot, you donât even know.â
âIt is?â Yuta couldnât believe that but he thought it was hot obviously.
âFuck, yeah. You wanna rape me, Wheeler? Make me your bitch? Maybe pay me back for all the shit I did?â Mox grinned at the wide eyed look directed at him.
âYes!â Yuta nearly found himself shouting, trying to thrust up into Mox but finding little room.
âI want you to too,â Mox confessed right in Yutaâs ear.
Yuta felt his eyes roll back in his head. It was too much. Everything was too hot again. There was a burning inside of the young man, a need to take something back. All he wanted was to be able to break free of the ropes and throw Mox onto the floor. Hell, it seemed like even Mox wanted that. But the ropes didnât budge. Of course not, Yuta thought to himself, this was exactly where he wanted to be after all.
For some reason Mox started to slow down. A slow, gradual rocking of the hips. It was good, teasingly tender and Yuta wanted to cry. This soft side was too reminiscent of before. Moxâs head was practically resting on Yutaâs shoulder, so the younger man tipped his head in to nuzzle Mox. There was a soft hum of approval that made Yuta smirk as he bit down hard on whatever he could find.
Mox growled in pain as he stopped moving. One rough hand landed on Yutaâs neck while he latched onto the underside of Moxâs jaw. The hand started to squeeze. At first Yuta thought Mox was about to choke him, but that wasnât it. There was pressure at the bottom of Yutaâs jaw making him slowly unclench his jaw. The way one would do to a dog.
âDisappointing.â Mox grunted as he set up but kept a hand on his captiveâs neck. Checking his own neck he touched the bite mark only to find saliva. âNo blood?â
âI--â Yuta tried to say something, what he wasnât sure of, but thankfully Mox stopped him before he needed to think of more words. The hand on his neck moved to tightly hold his chin. âHuh?â
âIf youâre gonna hurt me, Wheeler,â Mox grunted as he wiped the spit off his neck onto his hand, âAt least make it worth it. Make me bleed. I know youâre better than this.â Mox wiped the bit of spit across Yutaâs face. âYouâve made me bleed plenty of times. Câmon.â
âFuckâŚyou.â Yuta growled, tugging again at the ropes. âIf--If not-- Iâm tied down!â
âAnd I gave you the perfect opportunity to rip my throat out. Take it.â Mox growled.
Something inside Yuta woke up, a fire rekindled. Mox was right. He was capable of hurting the man on top of him, even bound, there were plenty of times Yuta was able to inflict violence. The first thought was to headbutt but they were too far apart with too little slack. Instead Yuta worked up all the spit he could. The medium sized glob landed on Moxâs cheek, catching in the ginger beard hairs.
âAtta boy.â Mox grinned down at his captive. âThatâs what we want outta you.â
âLittle closer,â Yuta said as he bared his teeth. âIâll show you more.â
âYou better, kid.â Mox winked.
Their lips met suddenly, a hard crash of teeth that pushed Yutaâs head back. The wet spot on the other manâs cheek smeared across Yutaâs darker beard. Tension amped as Mox prepared himself for whatever the younger man was going to do, but Yuta just kissed back.
Slowly Mox untensed, his body going slack as he started to ride his young boy again. The hand on Yutaâs jaw went lax too. An opportunity happened the moment Mox gave up on there being some sort violence. Without hesitation Yuta bit hard into the other manâs lip.
The taste of rich copper was well known to the both of them. Mox gave an initial jerk but Yuta didnât let go. Sharp teeth dug in deeper the louder the older man moaned. It was hard but Yuta tried his best to buck his hips too. The little bit of room was just enough to send his message.
Blood was in Yutaâs beard now. Instead of pulling away Mox tried to lean in, less tension but it just gave Yuta the opportunity to latch onto another part of the torn lip. For a brief moment Yuta wished he would be able to inflict enough damage to cause stitches, but he doubted he could do that in his current state. Still he tried. His cock throbbed each time he heard the pained whimper from Mox.
One of Moxâs hands was on his own dick, while the other was pushing on Yutaâs shoulder again. Trying to create space or end their bloody kiss all together. It wasnât going to be on Moxâs terms though. The more the older man tried to get out of the kiss the more Yuta kept his hold firm.
The static electric pleasure was bouncing off the both of them, wiring them together. Against his stomach Yuta could feel how rough Mox was being with his own dick. Hips moving up and down in quick, little motions that were driving Yuta insane but probably did wonders for Mox. Finally Mox dragged his hand over to Yutaâs throat and started to squeeze. A warning to let go.
Yuta did not let go. There was no warning he was willing to heed at this point. He snarled as the hand gripped tighter. The throb of Yutaâs pulse rushed in his ears, keeping time with the ache in his cock. Buried deep inside the man choking him, that manâs blood between them. They fucked as they fought, struggling in a strange display of parallel dominance.
Stars started sparkling in Yuta's vision as darkness carved out the edges. Carefully breathing through the choking was ingrained in the young man, but it was eventually too much. Moxâs bloodied mouth was released, Yutaâs head falling back as he searched for air. Once released Mox let go of his young boyâs neck.
The entire time Mox had his hand on his dick. After a few seconds Yuta could barely open his eyes, looking up at the pseudo king. Red smeared, some even dripping. Mox looked so pleased, so turned on. Finally the hand on his dick stopped only to come up to collect some blood and reach back into his jock.
âFuck,â Yuta muttered, opened-mouth breathing because of all the blood and spit.
âWhatâs wrong, kid?â Mox smirked like he had achieved something but the younger man just shook his head.
âItâs hot,â Yuta admitted, his eyes trying to catch sight of the inside of the jock. âLemme see your hand.â
âSick fuck.â Mox once more brought his hand out, presenting it to Yuta.
All of the mixed fluids gathered in Yutaâs mouth were spat into the awaiting hand. It wasnât going to be good lube; there was something disgusting and hot about Mox smearing his spit and blood all over his dick. The look of pleasure that came over his face made Yuta moan too.
âSâhot. H-Hard--â Yuta tried to encourage. âHarder.â
âHm. Demanding brat.â Moxâs tongue stuck out a little as he kept the pace and depth he was at.
âFuck you,â Yuta grunted, trying to hold onto the anger in the sea of pleasure. âWhatâdâyou wannâ from me?â
âTell me youâre gonna win. Tell me youâre going to fuck Henry up.â Mox looked sternly down at the other, their eyes staying locked. âAll I want is you to win and keep winning.â
âWeirdâŚwayâo showinâ it,â Yuta muttered, trying to shake off the hand.
Something dark took over Moxâs face. It wasnât anger, but Yuta had a feeling he was in trouble. The hand returned to the younger manâs neck, holding him still as Mox leaned in. Slow tantalizing rock of their hips kept the pleasure heightened. Blood-wet lips pressed against Yutaâs ear.
âYou have no idea.â Moxâs husky voice echoed through his young boyâs ear. âThink I havenât been where you are right now? Where do you think we learned it all from, kid? Youâll understand, soon. Just enjoy it, like you have been.â
âDonâ wanâ this.â Yuta tried again but his dick was still rock hard inside the other.
âNeither did I,â Mox admitted, his teeth nibbling on his young boyâs ear. âIt was still hot as fuck. It didnât matter what I wanted, it was about giving me what I needed. I had no choice in the matter because Lordship knew best.â
âJon, please.â Yuta tried to shake his head.
âItâs okay. You can imagine it,â Mox teased, deciding to pick up the pace now. Powerful thighs working to bring him further up and back down. They moaned together.
âFuck.â Yutaâs broken sob came from his chest. Somehow Mox knew that he was getting off to this. His brain conjured up the exact images he needed to imagine the scene Mox was telling. It made an intense guilt pool with the horniness.
âThe first time was in the locker rooms. It was fucking insane. We fought, but of course I couldnât win.â Mox kissed down Yutaâs neck. âNot when my head felt like yours.â Teeth scratched at Yutaâs pulse. âWeâre different, Wheeler.â
âDifferent.â Yuta had closed his eyes long ago, violent pornographic scenes playing for him. There was something that needed to be reconciled deep within, some sort of split that Yuta needed to stitch together.
âFuck me. You remind me so much of Claudio.â Mox panted, really working himself up now. âYou just think you have to be such a nice guy, baby, but you donât. It took so much to break that nice guy act down, but once you get underneath? Thereâs so much more. He just never knew it either.â
âMox?â Yuta grunted, pushing against the hand. âMox?â
âHey, relax.â Mox let go of his young boyâs face, and pulled away so he couldnât be attacked. âWhat?â
âIâm gonna win. Iâm gonna fuck Henry up. Doesnât matter-- forgot my boots or not. Fuckinâ win.â Yuta forced the words out as he looked up into the kingâs face.
âGod damn right,â Mox growled. âYouâre fuckinâ perfect, Wheeler.â
Their foreheads came together, nuzzling at each other as if this were the ring. They shared each other's air and space. Despite being joined they werenât close enough. Mox scrambled, grabbing and pressing himself fully against his young boy, blood and sweat allowing their skin to slide together.
Tears caught in the corners of Yutaâs eyes. There wasnât anything wrong, he wasnât hurting or upset. Were they were happy tears? Yuta had to admit they were. The emotion welling up inside him at Mox calling him perfect stitched the broken parts of Yuta back together. He felt so raw and new, like a freshly healed wound.
The rough way their bodies were moving together was countered by the soft kisses Mox laid across his young boyâs cheek. Their lips ended up together again, rough but normal aside from the blood. A shaky half moan, half sob wormed its way out of Yutaâs chest.
âLet it out. No one elseâll know,â Mox spoke, still lip to lip, muttering in barely audible words. âWant us to come together, baby.â
âPlease, Mox, please.â Yuta begged for release as the tears started to slide down his face.
âFuck. Good boy. Look at you.â Mox watched the tears slipping down Yutaâs face, he hadnât stopped really working his hips but he was finally starting to ride his young boy properly. âYouâre so fuckinâ pretty, baby.â
The more Mox said the more of Yutaâs tears slipped out. More compliments, soft words following. The unshakable faith Mox had in his young boy, what he saw in his young boy, all the while riding Yuta to the breaking point.
âAh, fuck. Come on. Be a good boy, and come with daddy, yeah?â Mox growled, his hand being shoved back into his jockstrap.
âDaddy,â Yuta hiccuped between his moans and crying.
âYeah, baby, câmon. Youâre all pent up.â Mox was breathless as he sweet talked. âAinât no one been takinâ care of you, huh? And Iâve been playing with you far too long. Fill daddy up, Wheeler. Be a good boy.â
The words were going straight to Yutaâs cock. Sure there were plenty of times Mox begged to be bred, but this time he wasnât begging. Practically ordering his young boy in the nicest way. Yuta felt his balls tighten as Mox purposely squeezed around him, making himself tight.
Yuta snapped at the tight feeling squeezing his cock, coming deep inside the tight passage. They shared more fluid as Yuta felt his seed flood Mox. Somehow Mox managed to shoot off at the same time causing senstational spasms through him to Yutaâs cock, massaging and milking him. They slumped together but Yuta could still feel his cock twitching and leaking.
Despite not wanting this Yuta was desperate for more, he even wished Claudio was there to take a turn. His cock was aching for more action. Mox was slowly rocking on his hips in Yutaâs lap.
âYouâre a good boy, Wheeler,â Mox muttered. âBut youâre only a good boy for us. Understand?â
âYeah.â Yuta responded automatically as he floated through his post orgasm bliss. At this point he'd agree to practically anything.
âYou belong with us.â Mox reiterated as he slowly kissed up Yuta's neck.
âYou sure?â Yuta moaned softly at the teasing kissing.
âI'm sure.â Mox kissed the shell of his young boy's ear. âBeen sure since those first forty seconds, baby.â
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Brrring. Brrrring.
A calamity of noise loudly rang out in the near empty hotel room. Cold food sat out since the morning, but the TV had turned itself off after a few hours. Everything was nearly pitch black.
Brrrrring. Briiiiing.
There was a heavy fog settled over Yutaâs mind, even trying to wake up in panic didnât work. A clammy, cold sweat took over his entire body as he laid on the couch, slumped over from sitting up while he fell asleep. Everything moved like a washing machine so Yuta laid back down on the couch for a moment. The noise continued but Yuta was finding himself drifting back to sleep.
Brrriiing. Briiiiing. Briiiiing. Briiiing.
Finally it stopped so Yuta closed his eyes completely to let himself go back to sleep. There were thoughts swimming around that he couldnât make heads or tails of at the moment. It was too much to try to decipher currently as words and images played out. And just as Yuta shoved those things out of his mind enough to sleep another noise started.
Knock. Knock.
That was at the door. It dawned on Yuta that the weird sound before had been the hotel phone and now there was knocking on his door. Slowly he started to get up, the rushing world around him blurred as he tried to get upright. A coffee cup was knocked over on the table but Yuta didnât pay any mind to it.
Knock. Knock. Knock. Knock.
âCominâ.â Yuta finally found his raspy voice. It sounded like heâd slept with his mouth open, scratching his throat.
Knock. Knock. Knock. Knock.
âComing!â Yuta stumbled step by step to the door, using the wall to help him. The door was finally opened. âHi?â
âMr. Yuta.â A woman about Yutaâs age stood on the other side with a concerned smile. âOur front desk attempted to call 3 times for your wake up call,â she informed him as she took a look at him. âSo I came up to make sure youâre okay.â
âOh. Fuck.â Yuta rubbed a hand over his face. âYeah. Iâm okay. My sleeping has been messed up a lot from all the traveling. Thank you for coming up.â
âItâs no problem, sir. Can I get you anything?â she asked as he gave the young man another look over.
âUm.â Yuta froze for a few seconds but then nodded. âCoffee?â
âSure. Iâll have it sent right up, sir.â She smiled, gave a little bow, and took off.
The door clicked shut, the auto lock turning with a whirl. Alone, Yuta stood there for a moment with his forehead pressed against the cold metal door. Flashes of what he could only assume was another stress nightmare plagued his eyes. Slowly he turned around to slump back against the door.
Resting against the door Yuta looked down at his hands. There were no marks from fighting back. No rope burn or bruising on his wrists like he expected from being tied to the couch. Nothing. Not even irritation or muscle strain. The young man forced himself off the door too quickly, everything swam around his vision as he stumbled back towards the cold food on the coffee table.
Frantically Yuta started stacking the plates to put the room service cart in the hall. Secretly he was searching for some hidden clue that the dreams he was having were real. Nothing. Again there wasnât anything abnormal about the coffee table. Attentions were turned towards the couch, but there wasnât any evidence there either.
Vaguely Yuta could remember blood and come during his dream. Blankets of craziness started to suffocate him as he rushed into the ensuite bath. The bright lights bounced off the shiny mirror while Yutaâs eyes took too long to adjust. Most of his weight bared on the sink counter as he stared the reflection down.
Other than the horrible bags under Yutaâs eyes there weren't any other signs of distress or activities. It was hard to fish for pieces but Yuta tried remembering. No bite marks or bruises. Hell, Yuta didnât even feel like he had some freaky sex.
âIt was just a nightmare,â Yuta muttered to his reflection.
All those movie scenes where a character punched their mirror all made sense in that one moment. Everything about the reflection was something Yuta hated. The exhaustion in his dark eyes, the palness, the waning muscles. It all made a rock of self hate settle in the young manâs stomach. The reflection wasnât who he truly was, but every day he was feeling more and more like the ghost before him.
âFuck you,â Yuta growled at the man in the mirror. âYouâre weak. You wouldnât be able to beat Henry.â He narrowed his eyes, anger and pain starting a fire. âBut I can.â
The lights were cut off sharply as Yuta left the room. Whatever fog was lifting as he came out of the bathroom to get dressed. Everything was coming into sharp focus, something inside him shifted into the right place. There was a sense of confidence that was back.
All Yuta needed was his bags and he went to leave. Along the way he passed the hotel employee bringing up the pot of coffee, but Yuta didnât have time to lament the lost coffee. He pulled the hood over his head as he got out to his car to leave for the arena.
+++
Once at the arena Yuta was hit by a wave of longing for his team. Hesitantly he pulled his phone out to check the messages he knew Bryan hadnât sent. There was nothing new. As he opened up the message field to type something out a text came in at the top. Yuta blinked a few times as his blood ran cold.
It took a moment to build up the courage. As the screen with Bryan remained unchanged, a text from Claudio awaited. Closing his eyes Yuta took a deep breath before pulling up the new message.
âYouâre going to win tonight. Remember Anthony Henry isnât someone to be taken lightly, but you are the better competitor. You are stronger, more violent, and technically sound. Remember your training. Good luck, Wheeler. Not that you need it.â
This was the message that Yuta carved from Bryan. The advice and support that could be easily given. All of the earlier clarity was receding, leaving a void of emotion as everything settled in. There was no reason for Yuta to be getting supportive texts from Claudio but not Bryan. This couldn't just be about Bryan being hurt right now, even though heâd gone running and to doctorâs appointments.
With a scowl Yuta returned to his message with his mentor. The letters appeared under his thumbs as he let his emotions drive his actions. Hitting send without even considering otherwise. There was something deeply wrong and it was breaking inside Yuta.
âIâm going to fucking win tonight.â
The car door slammed. Anger and confusion swirling around in Yutaâs head as he made his way inside. Everything was feeling numb and far away. Just before the corner that led to the locker rooms Yuta felt his phone go off, he stopped to open the message. A small smile spread when he saw it was from Bryan.
âIâd hope so, Wheeler. Itâs Anthony Henry.â
That was all. Yuta closed his eyes, counted to ten and put his phone away. Being immediately accosted by the media team made Yuta shut down. He could hear words but they didnât make much sense. Expect the word Bryan. Somehow he found himself talking, but he wasnât exactly sure what he was saying either. The words werenât anything.
The jab Bryan made about forgetting his boots played over and over in his head for some reason. Even as he spoke quietly about Bryanâs condition. As the zipper came apart Yuta instantly realized he somehow did forget his boots. They werenât tucked away in the under pocket of the gear bag meant for them.
Panic set in as Yuta walked away from the conversation. The one thing. The stupid one thing that he just couldnât forget. Once in the empty locker room still labeled BCC Yuta paced around as he tried to remember if he just left them in the hotel or all the way at Bryanâs place. There was a memory Yuta had of packing the boots but not taking anything out at the hotel so nothing was forgotten. It wasnât like Yutaâs memory was super reliable.
âFuck, fuck.â Yuta shook his head. Anything else could have been forgotten but not this. âMaybe uhâŚthe tailors?â
Without much thought Yuta went along to find the costume, wardrobe, and tailor people. It wasnât a fruitful journey. Wrestlers were too particular so they didnât keep any kind of boots on hand or shoes for wrestling in general. Too many varieties, they said as Yuta walked off in a semiconscious state.
The lonely, cold locker room was depressing. A lot of ideas were running through the young boyâs head, like did he have to wrestle shoeless? Rage was washing up on the shores of Yutaâs emotions until he noticed something sitting by his gear,
âWhat the actual fuck?!â Yuta screamed as he saw a pair of his boots tossed near his bag. âI donât fucking--â
Deep heavy breaths started to help there be some level of calm. Enough to go look at the pair. They were just some random pair of his boots, but not the ones he thought he packed. Leaning down Yuta realized there was a piece of paper tucked inside the right boot.
Heard you were missing boots. You left these in my truck last time we were in Ohio together. Youâre gonna fucking kill Henry tonight. --MOX
Upon closer inspection Yuta could remember leaving these. They werenât his favorite, for some reason the instep was too narrow on the right foot. Last time these boots were on his feet was in Ohio, he remembered tossing them in annoyance in the back and refusing to get them as a joke. If Mox was in the building, he would have driven here in that truck and saw Yutaâs interview moment. It made sense, it made perfect senses.
But Yuta was pretty sure he packed his fucking boots.














