Chapter 3

Brock was still leaning against the shower wall in a daze at what he had just witnessed when Zack walked in on him. The smaller man stared up with stormy eyes which became even angrier when the large man did not notice him. Reaching up, he slapped Brock hard across the face.

Brock brought his hand up to cover his stinging cheek as he stared down at his lover in surprise. "Zack, I didn't hear you come in."

Zack's voice was cutting as he observed, "Obviously."

"I was just…uh.." Brock thought furiously, trying to figure out why Zack was so angry and what he could say to defuse it. He really didn't think that telling his lover the truth, that he had been running the scenes he had witnessed between Taker, Billy, and then Sean repeatedly through his head, would help matters.

"You were just what?" Zack's eyes were dark and glinted dangerously as he roughly grabbed Brock's erection. "Who were you messing with, Brock?"

"No one, Zack, no one was here."

"I don't believe you. You must have been doing something to get you all hot and bothered like this? Who was it?"

"I didn't do anything. I swear, I'd never cheat on you like that."

"Then who were you fantasizing about, huh?"

"Y..you. I was thinking about you." Brock silently prayed his lover would believe him. The hand wrapped around him was painfully tight and getting tighter. "C'mon, baby, who else would I be wanting?"

Brock yelped as Zack clenched his hand around the big man's cock. "Don't fucking cal me that! You know I hate being called that. Makes me sound like I'm helpless or something. You think I'm helpless?"

"No! It just slipped out."

"You do think that, don't you? Just with me out of pity?"

"No," Brock's voice was rough with desperation and pain. "No, I love you. You're strong and wonderful and please, Zack, you're hurting me."

"I'm hurting you?" The smaller man's voice was openly mocking. "Little Zack Gowen is hurting the big bad Brock Lesnar?"

"Please, Zack, I didn't do anything, I swear I didn't. Please."

Zack abruptly released Brock's abused cock and wrapped his hand behind the larger man's neck. "You better not be lying to me."

Brock stared down into Zack's eyes, pleading. "I'm not. I promise."

"I'd really hate to have to punish you." His hand moved to Brock's shoulder and pressed down indicating the large man should kneel. "Now, why don't you prove just how sorry you are for making me mad."

Brock immediately knelt and began to place soft kissed over Zack's stomach, his hands caressing the smaller man's hips and thighs tenderly trying to show his lover how sorry he was and how he felt.

As usual, though, he failed to realize what Zack wanted and received a sharp smack to the back of his head. "I'm not made of glass, Brock, you think we could get this done today and maybe show a little enthusiasm while you're at it."

Brock closed his eyes to hide the pain he felt and began to suck Zack, trying not to choke as the smaller man rammed down his throat and fighting back tears as memories of the tenderness Billy had received taunted him.

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In the shadows outside the locker room, three sets of eyes watched Billy follow Sean out of the building. No one noticed them in the dark corner and that was the way they wanted it.

"He looks so different." The voice was low but the ring of complaint in it was clear.

"He looks like such a clean cut little angel. Short hair, conservative clothes. Such the little innocent now."

A third man gave his own opinion with the air of finality. "The outside's only pretend. He's wearing a collar so the inside is our same little Billy."

The second man who had spoken shook his head. "Not ours anymore. Not if he's got a collar."

The first voice cursed in a low voice but the third answered him. "Be calm. We will see what the truth is."

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That night, Billy lay awake in Sean's arms, staring into the darkness. He listened to the deep breathing of the two large men, thinking about today.

Believing both of the other men were asleep, he was surprised when he heard Sean's voice whisper softly in his ear. "What's wrong?"

Billy forced him himself to relax again. "Nothings' wrong."

"You're lying. What're you worrying about?"

Billy sighed, knowing the larger man would not give up until Billy answered. "I was just thinking about today, about how sad Brock looked."

"Nothing you can do about it."

"Yeah, but I still hated to see it."

Sean applied light pressure on Billy's shoulder blade in silent command and the small man obeyed rolling onto his stomach as the large man began to massage his back and shoulders, relaxing his body with an expert touch.

"It's sweet that you care about others, Billy, but when there's nothing you can do about it, you need to let it go."

"I could talk to him."

Sean's hands never paused in their work as he shook his head. "No. You know the Master would never approve. You're supposed to be his sweet innocent. You can't be that if you're hanging out with heels, well heels other than us."

"But, I don't think he's like when he acts in the ring. I mean, he was actually blushing…"

"No, Billy, put it out of your mind. The Master will never give you permission and you know that."

Billy took a breath, about to argue further but then let it out slowly in defeat. Sean was right. Taker was very adamant about what he wanted his sub to be. His sub was to be sweet and innocent, or at least appear that way. His sub was also to be separate and protected from the rest of the world, kept in a little bubble of safety, or unreality. Taker would never allow Billy to get involved in what ever it was that made Brock so sad and as long as he wore the Dead man's collar, his job was to be what the Dead Man wanted.

Closing his eyes, he concentrated on deep breathing while Sean continued to massage his body, relaxing his muscles until sleep finally overcame him.

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