Chapter 5

Brock made his way slowly through the back stage area heading for then locker room after the trainers had finally let him go. He was aching all over his body from the brutal hits he had received from Sean early in the match and silently berated himself for making it personal. At least the tall man had realized Brock had changed his mind part way through the match and had lessened his brutality accordingly. The large blonde had wanted to please Zack but he just could not bring himself to follow through with his lover's plan. Sean had done nothing except defend himself and Billy. Well, and make Brock incredibly jealous but it wasn't Sean's fault that he showed more gentleness and concern for Billy than Brock received from his own lover. However, he just knew that Zack was going to be extremely unhappy with him for this.

He looked up as the locker room door closed behind someone short and assumed it was Zack. After all, the last match with the three newcomers, Raven's group, had been over for awhile and the Smackdown roster tended to clear out of the arena very quickly, getting out to the bars or clubs or back to hotel room. So, really, the only person who should still be around was Zack though Brock was not looking forward to seeing the smaller man, not after the match tonight. He just knew Zack was going to be mad at him.

Taking a deep breath, Brock braced himself and opened the door, knowing that putting off the confrontation would only make it worse. Stepping quietly inside, he stopped and stared, the door closing almost silently behind him. It was not Zack he had seen enter, it was Billy.

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Billy's eyes searched the area as soon as he walked into the locker room. On a bench at the back, he finally found what he was looking for, or rather who. Raven was sitting with his back propped against the wall. Van Hammer was on his left, lacing up his black leather boots and Scotty was standing on the other side, arms crossed. Billy's heart tightened at the sight and he immediately dropped his bags as he hurried across the room, kneeling in front of Raven with his hands raised palms up, wrists crossed.

It felt like an eternity, waiting for them to acknowledge him and when he was finally spoken to a shiver coursed through his entire body at Scotty's laugh baritone.

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Brock walked into the locker just in time to see Billy raise his hands, crossed, above his head. The three men immediately looked at him, their eyes studying his keeling form and the black-hair man, as if in a trance, stretched out his hand toward Billy's head. Before he could touch the midnight hair, Raven's hand lashed out and wrapped around Scotty's wrist, stopping the dark man's hand in mid-air above Billy's head and Scotty looked at the brunette man curiously. Raven shook his head slightly and Scotty immediately pulled his hand back. Arms once again crossed over his chest, he dropped his gaze in silent submission before all of them returned their gazes to Billy and Scotty spoke. "What do you want?"

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Billy kept his voice soft but did not hide the desperate pleading tone. "To serve."

"To serve who?"

"To serve Raven." Billy knew the answers expected and gave them willingly.

"What do you offer for service?"

"My obedience, my body, me self."

There was silence and Billy could mentally envision Scotty looking to Raven for direction, to see if Billy's offer was acceptable.

"Obedience to what degree?" Scotty's voice was its usual dark purr when he spoke again but Billy thought he heard a tinge of frustration, of want.

"Obedience in everything. Every need. Every wish."

"And you desire this? Desire to become a vessel of your master's will?"

"Yes."

"Prove it to me. Show me the depth of your desire, your wish to serve. Perhaps it will be enough to gain the master's…indulgence."

Billy slowly slid his body to face Scotty, gracefully moving closer before leaning forward and running his tongue over the gleaming black leather of Scotty's boot. He debased himself willingly and gladly, showing the depth of his need to serve them, to belong to them. Slowly and steadily, he worshipped at Scotty's feet, pouring himself, his need, out before the three men.

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Brock watched Billy in embarrassment and confusion once again. He could not understand the smaller man. Why he was doing what he was doing? Behaving this way? Like a slave before his master...or a dog. It was not that he was being forced to do this. No one had touched him or threatened him. In fact, no one had commanded this particular behavior as far as he could see.

Even more confusing to him was the fact Sean wasn't here. It had been a long time since he had seen one without the other and especially after watching them in the shower; Brock could not understand the big man's absence.

Scotty looked over to Raven and raised an eyebrow. The movement caught Brock's attention and he switched his gaze from Billy to the curly haired brunette, his breath catching when he saw hazel eyes staring back at him from under partially lowered lids. Once again, he had been caught watching what he had no right to watch.

Taking a step back, Brock mentally berated himself. When had he become such a voyeur? He should just quietly leave and give the men their privacy but found himself unable to look away from Raven's gaze. The hazel eyes held him, seemed to search his eyes, his soul while revealing nothing before sliding back to the smaller man on the floor, taking Brock's gaze with it.

Billy was still licking and kissing the leather as if it were the skin of a favorite lover, not pausing when Raven, at last spoke. "Such a pretty little angel. Looks so pure, so innocent. Fragile and untouchable. Doesn't look dark enough to fly with the Flock."

Though he was speaking of Billy, the words touched a chord inside Brock as though they were meant for him.

"But the little angel seems to want to learn to fly. Maybe.."

Brock could see Billy visibly holding his breath, his body straining toward the next words but never paused in his adoration of Scotty's boots.

Raven took Scotty's hand and brought it to his lips for a soft kiss. "I don't like this pure innocent Billy. Find our birdling, love. See if he's still there."

Scotty slowly slipped his fingers free of Raven's grip and placed his hands on his hips, tension and need in every line of his body. "You heard the master, this pure innocence is not acceptable for service."

Billy's fingers flew over the buttons of the shirt almost tearing the cloth from his body in his haste to be free of it. Brock watched in amazement as the small man managed to strip his body without stopping his oral ministrations.

Raven pushed his jacket into Scotty's hands. The black-haired wrestler took it then ordered Billy to kneel. Billy immediately knelt up, his back straight, knees spread and hands resting on his thighs with his gaze still averted. Stepping back, Scotty lay the jacket on the floor with the satin lining facing up. After taking a moment to arrange it to like flat, Scotty stood up again and ordered Billy to move forward so he was kneeling on the jacket, the leather protecting and cushioning him.

As soon as Billy resumed his submissive position, Scotty stepped even closer, the toes of his shoes disappearing under the jacket edge as he lay a gentle hand on Billy's head, fingering the short hair, murmuring, "Liked it better long." Fingers trailed down the side of the small man's face to cup his chin. "Serve me. Suck me."

Billy's body seemed to vibrate with lust as he reached up and slowly undid Scotty's jeans. Kneeling up, Billy pressed his face against the open zipper, nuzzling dark briefs underneath even as he worked to free Scotty's erection. Brock's eyes widened as in this new position, he was able to see how aroused Billy actually was. The cruiserweight's cock was hard and straight, bobbing with his body's movements as he withdrew Scotty's arousal into warm air of the locker room. Brock's own body had been growing in response and he almost groaned himself as Billy placed soft kisses over the tip of Scotty's hard length.

Soft kissed were followed by long slow caresses of his tongue, traveling the length of Scotty's hard flesh before firmly kissing and sucking at the thick base. The kneeling man took his time laving every inch of the larger wrestler's cock with attention and Scotty was obviously enjoying each second. His blue eyes were dark as the gazed at the man before him, gently running fingers through short black hair, caressing delicate cheek bones, tracing the muscles of Billy's shoulders and arms as Billy fondled Scotty's tightening sac and caressed slim hips.

Brock could not resist stroking himself slowly through his wrestling trunks as Billy moaned with obvious pleasure at the taste of Scotty's flesh before finally, after an eternity of teasing, taking the thick cock into his mouth. Scotty's head fell back and he gasped at the feel of it, hands cupping the back of Billy's skull as the smaller man swallowed inch after slow inch until his nose pressed against Scotty's lower stomach, nuzzling at the wiry black curls there before pulling back a little.

Dropping his gaze to Billy once again, Scotty began to thrust into the hot welcoming mouth, massaging the muscles along the smaller man's jaw and neck as he pushed deep down Billy's throat. The smaller man clung to the thrusting hips, eagerly taking Scotty deep with each thrust, whimpering when Scotty withdrew only to moan in pleasure as the thick hard flesh pushed down his throat again and again. Thrusts became faster and harder as pleasure and passions grew in intensity, Scotty's body arching in an aching need to get deeper as he gasped and panted in ecstasy.

Leaning against the wall, Brock's hand moved over his own erection faster, carried away by the erotic scene, his eyes between the expressions of absolute pleasure on the faces of both men. Suddenly, with a cry of release, Scotty's body bowed and tightened as Billy hungrily swallowed. Brock's own knees grew weak at the sight and he wondered how Scotty was remaining upright. That question was eventually answered as his focus expanded and he noticed that Scotty was leaning against the blonde man, Van Hammer.

The 6'6" man had moved behind Scotty as some point and the darker wrestler's back was braced against Hammer's muscled chest. The blonde had one arm wrapped around Scotty's waist as he caressed and petted Billy with the other hand. For his part, the submissive man was still stroking Scotty's hips desperately even while gently bathing his softening cock with soft tongue strokes, alternately whimpering and purring.

"Billy, baby" Raven's soft voice seemed to fill the locker room and the cruiserweight reacted instantly. Resuming his previous kneeling position, he kept his head bowed as he waited. "Come to me, birdling."

The smaller man gracefully but quickly rose and moved to straddle Raven's lap, still keeping his gaze averted.

Raven's fingers stroked slowly up Billy's body, playing and caressing, pinching his hard nipples and tracing his soft mouth. Suddenly both hands plunged into Billy's hair, roughly yanking his upper body down while bending his head back, exposing his throat. Billy gave a small cry of pain but did not resist in any way as Raven bent his head back further into a very uncomfortable looking angle. "You're the Flock's bitch." Raven's teeth sank into the sensitive area under Billy's jaw making him cry out again. "What do you think about that, birdling? Does it make you happy?"

Billy's voice was breathless but sincere. "Yes master. Only want to serve the Flock."

Raven kept one hand wrapped tightly in Billy's hair as he wrapped an arm around the smaller man, pulling their bodies closer together, bringing the darker man's head forward for a deep kiss. Brock felt himself grow hard again as he watched the brunette seem to devour Billy's mouth, holding him tightly and Billy never resisted. His hands clung to Raven, fisting in the other man's t-shirt as he tried to press even closer, moaning with need.

Coming up for air, Raven released his grip on Billy's hair and his hands became gentle once again as he stroked the lean hard cruiserweight's body, mouth trailing over tan skin as he murmured praise and endearments. "Beautiful, Billy. Still so beautiful, still so sweet."

Brock's view was partially obscured as the blonde man sat next to Raven and ran a hand down Billy's spine before tracing the cleft of his ass. When Billy purred and pushed back against the new touch, Hammer applied lube to his fingers and began to prepare the smaller man as Billy and Raven kissed and caressed, bringing their arousals to such a fever pitch that, when Raven finally opened his jeans, releasing his own erection and ordering Billy to ride him, the smaller man impaled himself in one quick thrust. Brock flinched at the cry of pain, knowing it had hurt and wondering at the small man for not only doing it willingly but doing it to himself.

Raven's hands massaged Billy's lower back to help him adjust to the invasion but Billy was already moving, bouncing up and down in Raven's lap, moaning and gasping loudly. Tracing Billy's chest with his tongue, Raven played with Billy's hard nipples making him whimper before softly saying. "Be nice to Hammer, birdling. He hasn't had any fun yet." Lifting one hand, Raven motioned to the blonde who pulled down his own jeans and reclined on the bench.

Raven quickly lifted Billy off his lap, slapping the younger man sharply on the ass when Billy whimpered in protest. "Don't. Bitches who complain don't get what they want."

Billy cried out sharply at the slap but Brock could see the pleasure written across Billy's face and wondered how he could enjoy being hit. He soon forgot his confusion, however, as Raven arranged Billy on his hands and knees on the bench before thrusting into him doggie style. Without any prompting, Billy took Hammer's large erection down his throat, sucking on it greedily as Raven pounded into him from behind, stroking Billy's aching cock in time with the rapid, hard thrusts.

The room was filled with the sounds of flesh on flesh and whimpers and moans of passion and need and, when the three of them finally reached fulfillment, it was together and their cries bounced loudly off the walls, almost deafening in volume and intensity.

At this point, Brock knew he should really retreat but what happened next again entranced him, making him unable to tear his eyes away from the men. Instead of quickly pulling away and cleaning themselves, turning away from each other, Raven trailed soft kisses down Billy's spine as he gently withdrew, massaging the other man's ass in gentle comfort. Meanwhile, Hammer sat up and ran light fingers over Billy's jaw and throat, massaging and checking for any tenderness or strain. Then, Scotty was there, seemingly out of nowhere to Brock who had not been paying attention to the dark man, and he handed moist towels to Hammer and Raven.

Hammer stood up and moved to sit next to Raven, cleaning the smaller man and being cleaned in return as they shared soft kissed while Scotty took Hammer's vacated spot and pulled Billy onto his lap. The smaller man curled up against him, much as he had with Sean the previous night, and Scotty gently and tenderly cleaned him, pressing soft kissed against his temple and hair.

Brock's viewing of the gentle scene was interrupted as a hand clamped painfully tight on his wrist. He looked down to find Zack staring up at him with blazing eyes. "Get our shit and let's go. I'm tired."

Blushing, Brock walked into the room and gathered his and Zack's bags, pausing a few moments to pull out some sweats and a t-shirt to cover up his ring gear. The Flock, however, never acknowledged his presence, just as Sean and Billy had not the previous night but Brock still felt like an intruder and he was still embarrassed about his newfound habit of voyeurism and he was growing more jealous of Billy. Why couldn't he have been born a small man? Deserving of soft touches and affection instead of the big muscle bound monster he was?

Picking up the bags, he quickly pushed the thoughts out of his head. After all, he still had to figure out a way to calm Zack down before they reached the motel. One look into his lover's fury filled eyes and Brock knew he was in for it.

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