loveable loser~ \\ Говорят - просто больной, да ничего же не болит!
читать дальше- PART I -
_Prologue_
The grand idea. To sum up their 'grand idea': it was to spend a week out in the rockies in practically Snowman's Ass USA. A snowboarding week within a knee-deep mountain land of powder, some time alone and away from their job as a professional athletic team, Matt being a snowboarder, Lita having her work in the roller durby, and Jeff being a pro rollerblade participant. Well, that's what Matt said. Him and his elaborate schemes to get himself and Lita a new kick, a new kink to fuel their already imposing sex lives. Jeff all but wanted to join or bring a 'date' along for the ride through a brother-on-like-sister action. He shivered in fear at the thought as he breathed into a pillow under his chin and hand at his sides. 'Finally! We made it!'
A quick glance and another to the right made him see only piles of snow billowing outside his window, unpacked clothes set inches above his head. Printed cotton tees, slashed long-sleeves, socks, mountain boots, several jackets, neon thermal sports suits, and a pair of rollerblades, he turned his head to the sound of the pair making out on his door.
Jeff barely had time to repack his clothes as he was literally pushed out of his, Matt and Lita's weekend nest. Matt could be so annoying when his girlfriend pulled out lingerie and toys. He remembered his older brother's words: 'C'mon, Jeff. Rent out another place on the other side of the mountain and we'll meet up with you after, okay? Does that sound like a plan to you?'
'No, I'm sorry, Matt, but I don't want to drive an hour out to manana when I'm settled in with my clothes already unpacked. No, Matt, I don't fucking wanna move after a five hour drive and two hour brother-other-mother sex in the back seat while I was chugging Joes at the wheel, hell NO.' The chipmunk cheeked smile undid Jeff as he grinned softly and said, "Sure. I'll call when I get there, bro. Always use 'protection'."
The rest afterwards seemed like a dream, as if he were yanked from the deepest REM and told to jump off a cliff while he was still half asleep, somewhere along the way he was in his jeep, turning the wheel on command when met with a curve and speeding only being a memory as he pushed the pedal to a crawl. His jeep shuffled forward on chained wheels into the endless pillow fight of snow fluttering down like innards of a busted cushion, it seemed like forever before he kept the wheel straight, swerving left and jerking back right. The coffee in the jeep's rickety holder turned cold, it's foam and cardboard encased walls not lending nor attempting to retain the hour old heat, refusing to take a sip from the java machine's puke, he drove onward as a fresh cup at a gas station steeled his temperament. The lids prying his eyes from sleep shut momentarily, then creaked open on it's heavy flesh pivots. Almost hearing a deafening squeak, he tastelessly pushed back the bitter extract of coffee in desperation for his half awareness, another hour or so to go.
White capped trees flashed past the icing window, he shivered at the recollection of the heater breaking down several minutes back. The gears themselves ground into each other in protest that he had no map or knowledge of the road ahead. Surely, a kind stranger would stop by or give directions, surely. He lost hope the more potholes he skimmed over and another degree the shocks of his jeep lost, almost as if by command that he turn back. No. Matt wouldn't have the last laugh, he'll eat his own words later than sweeten them now and forget their ordeal afterwards. Clinging tighter to the worn wheel grips, he squinted into the infinite straightaway the road depicted. Strange, no curves, no turns, not even a sign since he veered north at the fork in the road. Out of agitation, he fumbled for his cellular phone, it rang and died once halfway through his tone, a look at the viewer screen indicated no signal and only roughly 33% battery life. 'Perfect. So damn perfect to the beginning of my first snowboarding vacation!'
"Fuck Me, I'm Freezing!" he mumbled, the front and back tire both at the same time suddenly dropped into a deep pothole. He tiredly slammed on the stubborn brakes, skidding to a slippery halt on the black ice laden road, the rough dip cratered asphalt almost mirrored his rotten mood and added to his week-long agitation. He pulled off to the side and flung himself out the door, shutting the slab of aluminum, Jeff threw up the hood of his jacket and jogged to the drivers' front, then to the back. No damage, they stood up with the air proudly still supporting their rubber shells, then the passengers' front and back held all the answers to his concerns. The greens and blue of his hair blended into the quickly falling night as snow fell harder to a near blinding degree of grey and white washed shades. 'Why, O, WHY Did I say That?'
"Goddammit!" the younger Hardy cursed under his breath, he wrapped the hooded jacket tighter over himself, but felt more wind blow against him and chill one side of his face as he exited one area and inspected the damage to the other. Hair whipped around his cheeks in the wind, cold biting quickly numbing chunks out of his lips and fingers. A quick kick to the flat rubber tire indicated that if he went any further with the severe flat his automobile sported, he'd be wearing and bending the metal rims out into an unsalvageable warp of steel and shredded rubber.
"Why? Why? WHY?" Jeff yanked open the back of his mud-caked jeep and pulled out a spare, which had a sizable slash in it's side also. With a stressed groan, he threw the object back in with an untouched tool box and fumed into another fit, gripping the hanks of his hair, "Why the fuck Now do I have to get a flat? Huh? Am I not unlucky as shit already?"
The lone man paced about, avoiding the slightly dented frozen asphalt under the sluggish wheel, he hollered into the flurry of falling wisps of white, "Ha-ha, Matt! You can gimme the lecture as soon as I get a Fucking tow truck out here!"
Tree branches snapped in the west. It's unmistakable echoes rattled layers of eve graying snow off lofts of cupping pines and curved spruces. One set of ice-tearing crunches proceeded without interruption in his general direction, he felt as if his bones ran one way, organs sprinting the other and leaving his eyes to witness whatever terror making it's noisy way to him. 'Or is this way west?'
He spun his right leg into a pothole, the ice slid his foot out from under and conked his head on the ice. The footsteps halted a pace away from his head, large arms picked up the small form. A huge pale hand cupped under the smaller's neck and back, chipped fingernails picking as the snow feathered and melted the dyed hairs into clumps on the forming bruise coloring above his ear. A deep booming voice mumbled, "This one'll do. He'll have to do."
_Section 1: Boy-Toy_
The large person carried the smaller into the woods on his back, deeper and deeper, farther and farther away from the main roads they trudged. The person pushed through knee-high slush in a heaping group of mountains, all light faded into a pitch blackness as it enveloped and swallowed their legs, time later, their bodies whole. Soon in view of a cave, they entered, the walls warming and changing climate as they journeyed downward into the stone shaft. A fire burned miles later at the center of the mountain, another crouched far off in the distance of that same alit cave. The first person dropped the small body, the second larger form tied Jeff's arms and suspended his still unmoving torso in the air. Jeff groggily broke from the haze of his stupor, eyelids tiredly pulled away from each other as he flexed the ache in his muscles, only to find that he dangled with his feet emptily in the uninvitingly warm air.
"He's awake," said a deep voice, he blinked, but met with two things in his vision, the tallest dressed in black, the other, inches smaller clothed in red. The black form came closer, as if His body were moving instead of the thing approaching his hanging body. A knife glinted in his face, Jeff lazily murmured and lolled his head back, too tired to understand or move himself from his immobile position. Yet the tall black clad man yelled, "Chew Toy, get your ass over here!"
Another blurry form scampered to the tall man's side, just then, Jeff's eyes cleared. A brown eyed young man with short dark brown hair stood docilely under the tall male. The humongous male to the 'boys' front had short black hair kept behind a bandanna, a beard crowded half of his pale face in more black stubbles, and eyes to match his color scheme: black. The man pulled his trench coat off and slung it to the boy-like male, the 'boy' turned and set it down on a table with a burlap bag tied by a string of wire. Some of it's contents spilled out to reveal a whole coil of rolled wire, a length of two differently sized hemp rope, another two of cloth, a pair of knives, a pair of latex surgical gloves, and even more horrifying than the contents were what fell off the table next: a box of seemingly double duty condoms. The man's voice boomed again, "Pick Them Up, Little Bastard!"
Jeff stared on in fear that turned into disgust as he saw that the 'boy' he recognized as Evan, which he competed alongside in events, wore not a thread of clothing, merely the half proud standing fully aroused, and engorged under his navel. Jeff halfheartedly drew his green eyes to concentrate less on the small man's naked body. Evan knelt to his haunches as the man kicked him to his knees on the thin ratty carpet underneath them, the brown eyes winced as the older man yelled, "Lower, Fuck-Hole, Lower!"
He curtly nodded his head in hopeless admission, his body shivering under Jeff and the unnoticed other's gaze, he wearily scrounged for the objects. Head down, arms ready to give out from under, back curved, ass purposely pointed in the air, legs shaking and erection seeking friction from his legs. A knee accidentally brushed the side of his arousal, the young man couldn't help the quiet gasp and twitch that signaled touch. A scuffed boot tip then stabbed the back of Evan's heavy sacs, aimed carefully at an elastic band tied around his scrotum, he shut his eyes and inhaled to the unbearable weight hugging and pulling his balls away from his body. Adding insult to injury, Undertaker rolled his boot and watched Jeff's eyebrows furrow in an interesting concoction of trepidation, terror and query; the heavy metallic beads fastened to the elastic tinkled and sent suppressed shocks of near orgasm throughout his body. The man in black laughed darkly, and pressed the suffering sack of near searing semen up into the base of his penis, "Faster, Monkey, and maybe I'll take pity on you and take this band off."
Undertaker stepped aside and observed the young male scurry around the blood caked carpet, he then kicked some objects further to watch as Evan fought the frustrated huff ready to escape his split lips, other times, the tall man stepped on the agile fingers before muttering a 'hurry up!' The light peppering of bruises and dried blood from the scratches stung him, like salt to his wounds, he lightly swayed weakly on his fours while . Arms unsteady, stomach empty and growling; a quick slap of an oiled braid of leather on his upper thigh snapped his head straight up, and back curved into a half-moon as he quickly mumbled, "-sorry…"
The man yanked the smaller's head up by his short hair, a machete-like knife pressed to his rapidly thumping throat. Jeff struggled against his restraints as the spectacle continued without his interference. The man in black pressed his blade harder on the thin neck, scraping a miniscule layer of skin and nervous perspiration along the thick razor's fire reflecting edge. Evan stared helplessly at his attacker, brown eyes near closed, and posture leaning rigidly into the hand, as if he Enjoyed the fact that he was both at another's mercy and that he could be killed at any moment, or worse: he's been abused, restrained, and enslaved long enough to heed cold words. The tallest man growled audibly into the ear, "Undertaker."
"Undertaker," Evan repeated, shame and defeat coloring his voice, and an angry obedience outlining his echoed words. His body unconsciously bowed as the hand pulled him slowly up until his spine curved, upper torso painfully thrust out forward, arms to his side, knees kicked until he shamefully and openly displayed himself. Jeff blushed, he turned his face away, tucking his cheek behind a suspended arm, his senses sharpened to the feel of two hands. One unzipping the jacket, and the other undoing his belt buckle.
"No-!" he gasped. The uncontrollable fight in Jeff amused the man known as 'Undertaker', three pairs of eyes watched as he tenaciously bucked and yanked at his restraints, as if believing that he could escape the more he pulled. The tall black clothed male stood with Evan, knife still pressed to his jugular, threatening to push harder till metal hit bone at any given moment. Yet, the Undertaker smiled, like a snake taking pride before a kill, the pair stood, captive and keeper.
Neck and knife, the man barked an order, "Walk!"
Evan nervously put his peeled bare foot to the raggedy old carpet, Undertaker kept pace so close that their bodies rubbed with every movement. He snidely commanded as the young man's foot came in contact with the carpet, a pace away from Jeff they halted, "Stop."
The young man closed his eyes as if ready to die, simply that the humiliation extended made him blush. The recollection of the days passed made him shiver again, one minute taking a trail to board down a mountain, then waking to two crazies ripping his clothes off. But Jeff, Jeff had to be special to receive some kind of courtesy treatment to not go through such an ugly ordeal. The first time seeing the estranged competitor had been three years ago, at a professional contest in the concrete pits of the Roller Arena. Since then, he followed the newcomer's every move, understanding that Matt was his brother, that he could be taught everything a champ knew about the slopes, and the fact that Evan 'Air' Bourne could slice into solid ice if paired against a novice like Jeff Hardy.
"Good. Good little monkey," the man known as 'Undertaker' said, he relaxed the pressure of his blade, Evan teetered between running careless into the thigh-deep snow, taking his chances against the bone jarring blizzard and deferring safely into the one to a hundred chance of survival he had against two funny farm rejects and another rival. While deciding which was a better death, the knife agonizingly scratched down his shoulder and circled his aching nipple, drawing a whimper from his bruised and bloodlessly split lips. He drew in a shaky breath after the knife left him with a deep bloody welt, it oozed fresh with crimson beads, layered perfectly on another of a series of hoop-shaped circles around his raised pink nub. He knew better by now not to make a sarcastic remark as 'one more fucking lap around my chest, and you'll have murder on your hands', until he had bravery, he firmly kept his lower lip safely swallowed and tongue curled to the roof of his mouth.
"And for your reward…-" the Undertaker said, Jeff watched as the blade made a smooth entry by the leather hilt into Evan's hand, the larger squeezed around the smaller digits when they stayed lax. The smaller male then curled his fingers around the worn hilt, he gripped it as if he held for dear life, a whisper directed the strings of his limbs once more, "-Take it. Unclothe him, Monkey. All the way until I can see his bones."
Jeff held his breath, eyes widened, arms uncaring of their ache and legs ready to Fly him out if necessary. He yanked around his weight away from the edge as it inched toward him, Evan's spiritless iris' peering from under his dark matted hair, a half gentle sound then told him, "Be still…"
Uneasily, he quieted his movements, thinking it wiser to listen to his head than fight an unstoppable force ready to take his life. Images of Matt and Lita appeared in his mind. 'I'm sorry, Matt. I don't think you're an ass or some horny porn greedygut. If I'm not in Snow Wash Town tomorrow, then expect the worst news…'
"Open your eyes…" the voice said, he complied and cracked them partway. Evan had the knife, neatly slashing down his stretched upper torso, he could have sworn that the 'Undertaker' rolled his black eyes, Jeff felt an instant burn at the upper arc that hollowed at the middle of his connected and disconnected portion of his ribs. He sucked in a tiny amount of air through his nose and teeth, for fear that he'd accidentally get nicked again, his slashed jacket and shirt easily peeled away by the unseen person behind him.
A thin black netted shirt met their hungry eyes, Evan moved the knife back forward until a sharp explosion of heat cracked on his thigh, then another swatted to his back, the tallest man's deep bark rang the bells in his ears, "I told you to stop! Fucking cumbag!"
The hung male nearly kicked the knife, only if he could without weights holding his ankles down, a large pale hand flattened against the formed 'U' shape of the collection of connected bone beneath his adam's apple, the voice breathed, "Naked to the eye, but not to the touch…"
The netted shirt remained, allowing warm air to circulate around his bare upper torso and to cake the blood that dripped a single red line neatly into his quivering navel. The gentle sounds at the back of his mind said, "…Did that hurt?"
"You think it wouldn't?" Jeff mumbled, making no attempt to see who pulled his marionette cords, mentally rolling his eyes, the button of his jeans came next, unzipped and untouched he appeared calm and flaccid from under the lump in his boxer briefs.
"Teach him, Chew Toy. So that we'll all enjoy taking him apart," Undertaker said, taking his hand away from atop Evan's hand. The suspended man looked on in a faint glimmer of hope as the other captive eyed the blade cautiously, then to Jeff's silently piteous eyes. The young man only smiled before yanking off the pants, boots and socks. He tossed the blade aside and awaited the next order. It came after some time admiring Jeff's unmistakably beautiful body. How his muscles rolled under his tightly pulled skin, his visually naked near perfection, the tallest man asked, "He's beautiful. Don't you think, Kane?"
The hung man's lips twitched as the same large hand slowly brushed down his sides, he shivered to the sensation of the calloused hands trailing a wrinkled ripple of the rough fabric under and behind it's uncaring palm, then stopped at the hollow inches under his navel, the admiring answer rattled his mind, "Too much to ruin."
Undertaker then kicked Evan's legs out from under, the young man coughed and instantly straightened as the next order came, "Ruin him until he can't piss straight!"
Evan parted the boxer's slit until he could see the dormant organ, lax against the soft skin it nestled against, even while inactive, he gulped at the attractiveness that had no bounds to only the older man's face and form. He looked up to see Jeff's forehead pressed against a net garbed arm, eyes hiding behind his tightly creased lids, mouth slightly parted and deeply inhaling, a light blush that spread rapidly throughout his body, face hard as if denying himself everything his body sans mind wanted. The young man thought to make damn sure that the hanging male would be past Needing him later on. Evan blinked away the piquant smell that literally brought vapors to his eyes, after a moment to calm down, he wordlessly nested his nose against the member presented to him. He halted as he heard a token tossed in the form of a shuddering sigh wilting from the man's mouth, too low to hear, yet already too much to say that Jeff wasn't sensitive to such shameless treatment.
"More," Jeff heard Undertaker say to the male kneeling under him, a sure tongue smoothly licked once up his length. He bit a moan at it's head before it could bud to nothing more than a tight-lipped vocal shiver in his throat. Another commanding urge pressed Evan forward, "More."
Immediately, Evan slid a hand into the boxer's cotton slit, as he freed Jeff's length. Behind the bound man, a knife pressed against his nape, the wrist holding it quickly flicked the blade so that only the flat side made the hanging male's muscles tense. Pleasingly, the man fought after having his curiosity to their intentions cleared. They were planning to prey on him, he pulled his body up by his tied wrists and curled out of their reach, he yelled, but cut short as a strip of silver duct tape stuck the sounds in his mouth, like a gag made of air. His stomach dryly heaved as his tongue laved the warm oily adhesive side. A pair of fingers pinched his nose as the same voice, Kane's voice half growled, yet commanded him, "No, we'll have none of that, Puppet boy. Swallow it."
Jeff's eyes stung and watered as his mouth did, the sour digestive fluids scalded his throat, tongue weak and unwilling to press up against the roof of his mouth and sup away the turgid, seemingly solid coffee. He wrenched his head side to side, uncaring of the vice-like pinch that reddened his nose, in a clear 'No'. Kane smiled at the defiant actions spelled in his puppet's movements. The unseen voice said with a hint of amusement, "Then we'll have to change that, My Puppet…"
_Section 2: The Breaking_
The fraction of a second he had to contemplate that expression, Evan's mouth swallowed his phallus as a group of vaunting pale fingers caressed the dip of skin covering Jeff's tonsils. He bit another moan in half while the digits continued to rub in slow circles, then it slid down to the bound man's collarbone, his throat relaxed slightly as Kane repeated. Fingers under his jawbone, then inch it's path to the twitching collarbone, increasing pressure and grip the lower they traveled, stop. The hand continued to pet him with a softness and quiet, starting from top, rubbing, then lowering. The man in red worked tirelessly to kindly encourage his breather to carry a load that scalded the back of his tongue, no matter, he kept the front up, no backing down, no surrendering. Once more of the touch and the tied man nearly swallowed, but he remembered his place, his throat muscles tightened into a stiff knot.
By now the 'Undertaker' had lost a degree of patience, he kicked Evan bluntly in the ribs, possibly cracking two and adding another bruise to the young man's sizable collection. Through the heating pain at his side and in his raw air passage, the young man meekly knelt, unwilling to grasp his side or move, lest he get a whipping or worse for doing so without being given permission. His cock twitched and excreted a white bead when a boot tip brushed the elliptic crevice of his trembling backside, Jeff watched from his lowered eyes while the 'boy' shivered sitting atop the wide boot toe, little mouth latched on his gradually hardening organ. Undertaker shoved his boot further past the fleshy border until he heard the knelt male scream, vocal cords and throat vibrating too forcefully around the hung man's length. With no other choice, the man swallowed the acids of umber that collected behind his tongue, Kane ripped off the tape to hear the man's voice wheeze out, part annoyed, part appealed, part wonderment. Jeff's body twisted forward into the young man's mouth as the scream echoing below his navel tapered to humming, and breathing resumed to sucking. A rolling hell lava squeezed like feathery hands from the tips of his fingers and toes with a destination of his center. Slowly the wrenching consumed him in a hot chill, lastly pooling at his sacs, making them heavy as if too full and ready to explode at the slightest touch, his lungs filled with air to let out a long shout of completion. The feeling suddenly disappeared along with Evan's mouth. Jeff gaped, eyes and mouth open, he stared about to the faces before him: Evan's contorted face, his kneeling posture confusing him as he saw the whole picture. Evan bent over, arms and knees supporting his body and Undertaker's who roughly jerked the smaller hips to and from his dick.
"What they do is between them, and what I do to you, is your problem," Kane swung the hanging body around, bringing Jeff back to consciousness of his full sacs and hot blushing electricity crackling on the surface of his skin, the knife smoothed down into the male's boxer band and easily shredded them away, leaving the hung man naked and open to prying eyes.
"Leave Evan out of this!" the hung male growled, his face showing another side to his like-temperateness. Seeing 'Kane' for the first time left Jeff's mouth dry and length twitching. One left eye colorless and slightly lazy, the right was a dark inkiness, and a grimace that seemed to make his face whole. Evan moaned like a horny slut in the alleyways behind them as Undertaker continued to make a sickening loud squishing sound reverberate off the cave walls. A light squeeze to the base of his penis from the man's hands highlighted his shame, yet he determinedly kept his face straight and dangerously unmoving of emotion, the shiver beginning at the small of his back and accentuating as it traveled up to his bound wrists. Kane grinned as the bound man ground out low, "Let him go!"
Kane's grin grew wider, cheek to cheek, exposing his teeth, Jeff twitched below the belt again, making his vision blurry and another groan pass as an annoyed hiss. The man in red chuckled like a group of oxidized aluminum leaves in hell, rustling to sweltering winds blowing from the breath of the damned dead, "…You have no say as I have no restraint. Suffer the consequences."
"Get Away From Me!" the hung man yelled, his legs kicking the weights off and swinging his body wildly, yet his body refused to be ignored. The blood sated tip touched Kane's hip, the rough material brushing lightly against the nerve tender slit. Jeff's torso bolted straight, as he cursed unconvincingly an adorable angry hushed tone under his breath, "Get the fuck away from me…"
"You want the tape back on?" the man said, holding one end of the adhesive strip. Jeff gagged again to the smell of the greasy stickiness pushing it's balmy scent into his nose, Kane saw this, he quickly slapped the male's lips together, grinding them against his teeth, then ripping it back off, the smaller man shouted an riled 'OW'. The taller then said, "If you can't say something nice, don't say anything at all…"
Jeff wriggled his jaw from the continuous stinging rectangle over his mouth, then the accompanying burn. He glared as if on the verge of beating the piss out of his captor, the only words his lips could leave a pleasing taste to his tongue vocalized, "Fuck. You."
"Can't say I didn't warn you…let's tie the sow," Kane sneered, he slapped the tape back into it's former place. The suspended male winced hatefully to the rudeness of the other. The hulking man then reached an arm up and took hold of Jeff's wrists, he forcefully shook the whole rope and reawakened the suppressed pain sleeping the hanging person's arms. Jeff groaned, he could hear underlying the delightful squeals Evan sinfully emitted that the torrent of blood, backed up behind the ties, bubble and slither through his dying veins from under the rough cords.
The rope slowly cut through his skin, tiny prickles of the braided twine came loose and jabbed into his scrubbed bleeding wrists, he squeezed his eyes shut to an alien weight that felt as if it were pulling his phallus forward, yet pushing it back. The surface of his eyes felt hot and raw as they seemed to glance down by themselves, his mind spun to what looked like a bead strung bracelet wrapping the circumference of his length at it's blushing root. An outraged pained 'NO' could be heard warbling behind the silver tape. Kane looked from Jeff's dancing shadow on the floor and touched the white dribbling tip. He felt the whole area shift it's weight as the tied male toss his blue and purple dyed strands aside, taped chin tucked in the sanctuary of his net clad arm. The man then spoke, "Interesting."
Jeff sucked in air through his nose so hard he heard his ears pop, his chest heaved as if he were skydiving, Kane ran a finger around the crown, purposely avoiding the blood toned eyelet as it leaked a drop of white, he used his thumb to spread the substance on the tips of his two fingers, then he slid the two digits horizontally over the head, yet still avoiding the slit as it passed between the tiny gap between his paired fingers, he attentively rubbed on the hot twitching penis. The cum wet digits dragged slowly up and down, side to side, still not touching the tiny nerve gaping cleft, the hanging person fought with himself whether to give in and beg or to thrust forward like the whore Evan sounded like. Then the hands left, he thanked that the hateful contact ended, yet his body hated him in return for being left repeatedly high and dry. 'Ugh' he mumbled through the dew and sweat moist tape. 'No, I can't let myself cum like This! I won't!'
"So stubborn…" Kane smirked wickedly, he reached upwards, passing the two toned locks. Jeff held his breath, unsure to either let it out or pry his green eyes away from the knife that raised to the ropes, he glanced up hopeful that maybe they got sick of him. The blade flicked upside down so only the unsharpened part touched his wrist, the bound man huffed and dropped his head until his chin touched the indenture of his pecs. His heartbeat leapt when Evan screamed behind him, a muscle twitched in his arm and received a scratch, the man standing before his helpless form merely chuckled, the cored out sound only causing his appendage to jerk up once into the unoccupied space. The hanging male dangled to the wing beat thumping of his heart, his testicles grew heavier and heavier by the second, by now, he felt as if a cinderblock came a part of his body, the knife trailed past the gradual pinch of his waist. He finally opened his eyes to the sharp knife edge a millimeter away from slicing his aroused organ in half.
Half of him wanted to scream, the other told him to shut the hell up and watch, come dick rushing blood squirting out of him, come dickhead being chopped off, no matter the consequences, his eyelids refused to shut. Like a movie it played before him; the smiling razor edge flickering a reflection of the icicle-like stalagmite, each painted on the ceiling in a third dimension, the blood flushed blunt head looked as if it were a shy hand ready to accept what kiss was yet to be offered. The sharp edge lightly tapped on the top center of the penis, then scraped lower, the cold sharpness raised Goosebumps and a lance of cold throughout his body, as if he were flash frozen and thawed. Kane traveled only a fraction of the slit with, he then said smugly, "…So proud and so desperate."
Jeff then watched as the knife kissed the last of the white liquid off his phallus, the unsharpened end pressed to his cheek, smearing the bodily fluids. He felt Kane press the knife in the center of the line where his miniscule ejaculation lay spread, the blade nicked his cheek, allowing his blood and semen to mix, and face to twinge from the sudden bitterness invading his skin. 'Fucker' he loudly grumbled while the monstrously tall man bent forward and indifferently licked the pink mixture off. He secretly revered the taste and beauty of the semen and blood, the way it slithered over his tongue and down his throat, like a charmed saline-metallic serpent coiling around his taste buds. He said after a moment of pause, "The least you know, the more you'll understand later, Marionette."
Kane pulled the netted shirt, up and over Jeff's lolling head, then tied it to the rope he hung by. The healthily pink-flushed bare torso lay open and unashamed to the man's carnivorous gaze, his head filled with so many punishments for the beautiful puppet on his tangled string, his eyes burned and scarred the ashy memory of the killer body to do as he pleased to it. The bound male shivered to his newfound nudity, he felt out of place without the netted sleeves hugging his body and arms, a strangled sound growled low from the peeling tape. The tall man then asked, "Are you going to be nice?"
Jeff lazily peered from beneath his blue-purple strands and cocked an eyebrow, the 'like I'd listen to you' look. Kane gently peeled off the tape, though he didn't have to, he did in order to hear the next thing about to spill out his captive's mouth. The tied male strained against his binds uselessly, then taking in a breath through his wet lips, he yelled to Undertaker, "Get off Evan, You Fucking Nut Job!"
"Hear that, Monkey? He thinks you don't like my fuck stick! Don't move…" Undertaker grinned down at Evan's soon to be spent body, after a growl, he shoved the 'boy' forward off his penis with an abrupt sucking noise, and into a bruised, sweating, panting heap. The man shamelessly let himself hang outside the band of his pants, still erect and ready, he strode over to the pair. The tallest of the duo smirked, he open handed the bleeding cheek hard enough to knock Jeff's head off, yet only his head spun as another slap snapped his neck to the other side. The man in black said, "We prefer 'please'."
Jeff sucked in his busted lower lip, both cheeks blooming with a blue-red bruise, glaring at the two, he raised his chin in defiance and looked down his nose at them, chest heaving. Undertaker had to admire the young man, he pointed to the rope above the tied male's head, where Kane smirked and rested the blade on the chafing cord. The taller of the two said, "You want off, Marionette?"
"I Won't Beg You Worth Spit!" the tied young man barked, his tenacity matching Undertaker's when he shouted at Evan. On the other hand, the two giants felt a matching arousal, a sudden refreshing air of revolt from a minor wafting like a storm right through to their freakishly tall bodies. The two looked to one another, their smirks and thoughts alike, they both sensed their similar plans for the newcomer. The one dressed in black attire walked back over to Evan's curled body, left exactly the way he had been moments ago.
"No, no, no… I don't want you to Beg…" Kane smiled and motioned for Jeff to watch the tallest's movements.
Undertaker fastened two ropes under the 'boys' arms, he then shoved his boot heel into the still curled young man's ribs, and shouted, "Get up! Up Against The Body, Monkey!"
Evan scurried to obey, he stumbled up on his bruised and bloodied limbs, taking his place back to back behind Jeff, he awaited orders once more. The hung male sucked in a sharp breath and threw his head back against he 'boy', the leather cracking a skin singing line along both their touching bodies. The smaller young man cried out a harsh, pained, sound rippling out acutely and slapping against the cave's walls, but quickly stopping himself too late, Undertaker pulled the whip's crop back in one tensed arm, then let loose the hot snapping streak of a forming bruise appearing in a red ribbon across Evan's chest and across to Jeff's leg. The leather end scratched almost unnoticed along the side of his strained stiff phallus, then a hot blistering storm current shook through to the edges of the bound male's body, but just as quickly as it wrung only for his throat to sting from holding the caught volume of voice, he groaned to a powerfully soft aftershock that forced him to emit a throaty, deeply drawn out gasp.
- PART II -
_Section 3: The Taming_
"The plea I like is the kind that you hate yourself for even saying, it's the kind that makes your heart want to eat it's way out of your chest; it makes you want to scream…!" Kane smiled and silently congratulated himself for making the brat so damn hand-fuck needy, he then pulled out his unbuckled belt from it's loops lining his squared waist. He observed Evan being effortlessly heaved up to Jeff's level, then tied chest-to-back in a twin posture as their new captive's. Glorious. He took the belt's end, gently tracing the chemically treated smooth side up and down the blood-rigid penis, sending shocks along Jeff's body as he passed over a prominently sensitive vein, he whispered through the tangled strands along the hung man's ear, knowing that the male listened and felt the effects of holding out his orgasm for long, "At the same time, it's so stirring. You want to curl your body, twist your intestines, break your ribs, take your cock into your own mouth and suck yourself off into god-loving Hades…"
Jeff twitched against the patented leather, it's smooth side making him want to whimper, beg, moan for a stronger contact. Pride prevented him from even making a sound, only he twitched detachedly under the line of his hips, his body beyond his sole control. He allowed his body to beg, though his torso pleaded for contact, for something his bound limbs couldn't do at the moment, the male gave merely half of his whole up to the beast who feasted mercilessly on the reactions that played to it's torture. Kane grew aware of the male's inner turmoil, he said, turning the belt sideways until the soft worn ends scraped along the red pinnacle consistency, "You're disgusted with yourself. I understand. There is no easy way to learn what you want, but what you Want to Hate. So here you are…"
"…A baby, new, clean, unmarked flesh…" Kane soothed, one hand prodding the shadows of Jeff's torso as if he were a statue made of ash. He sought out the mysteries of the rebellious man with the tips of his fingers, he only found more soft skin covering muscle and bone, he held no secrets where light couldn't shine. He was bare. He spat in the face of danger. So where does all this angry tenacity come from if he had no where to hide it? His hands followed the jagged, unmarked pieces, avoiding the red, now bleeding areas of where the leather dryly licked in milliseconds, "…just begging to be made… cut… sculpted… molded… heated into a work of fuck-able art…"
"You're beautiful now, when your body is just growing…" the older man's voice trailed off as he mused on the various body-honing, mind-twisting punishment he could use, "Trust me, Puppet. By the time I'm done shaving away the useless excess of innocence, you'll be exquisite in the most horrible way…"
"But I warn you, Puppet: don't beg me for Anything. If it hurts, I know. If you're in pain, I know. If you're suffering, I know…" Kane stepped back, Evan moaned, his whorish sounds emitting inches behind Jeff, then he heard a the sharp whack of flesh hitting flesh, his head jerked forward, then he heard the young man moan again. The tall, pale man withdrew what looked like a penknife, it's small smooth shape had a crudely welded ring on it's end, the smooth glazed stainless steel again had Kane's white drooping right eye, "The reason how I know this: I was taught Personally by my own brother, and I love him more than anything in the world!"
A deft arm threw one of Jeff's weight-tied legs over a thick arm and shoved the knife right between his awkwardly spread knees. The hanging male bucked away from the edge, a loud growl brewing behind his clenched teeth, it stuck into his body no matter to what extent his lower muscles shoved at the crude metal piece. He felt the blunt tip barely scratch against a particular area, the cool edge felt as if it stuck his body and sent an adrenaline-like high through his body. First, making his penis jump, second, the pressure of the blood coursing in an ever moving circle around his phallus froze in a pleading sigh, then the shake his body as it squeezed against Evan's torso. Kane saw the immediate flash of lust push the centers of his eyebrows upward, he then declared quietly to the male, "And to him: I'm beautiful, I'm powerful, I'm invincible!"
"Yes, you are," Undertaker lovingly covered his little brother's left eye, leaving the scarred colorless one to decipher the quickly contorting Hardy's face. The taller lifted Evan up higher, wrapping the small arms to sweep at Jeff's collarbones, and legs to twine about the long slim waist. The black clad man praised his toy for his unquestioning ductility, "Good, good, Monkey…"
"…See if you love me too…" with that, Undertaker shoved a machete hit up Evan, he savored watching how the hole squeezed automatically on the solidness and blushed as he experimentally pulled out, then it relaxed after several rough plunges in and out, the smaller moaned around Jeff's shoulder, his small head dropping into the older male's hair. The hanging man shuddered after a single hard push into the 'boy' made his own lower body curl forward and causing the dull knife to brush that same spot once more.
"You see? 'Begging' is the reflex of a coward," Kane said, pushing Jeff's head to make an example of Evan. The young man mewed, his lips pressed softly against the pulsing vein in the bound man's neck. His green eyes rolled back to his captor, his face twining every once in a while from the light loving bites taken out of his neck, "And I kill cowards by a Slo-ow, Pa-inful process…It's practically become our Virtue."
"Hold The Fuck Still!" Undertaker yelled as Evan began pushing down on the long hilt, he rewarded the young man's want with another whip crack against their entwined bodies, Jeff winced as the 'boy' cried out and pressed his erection on the small of the captor's back.
"If you so much as get on one knee and show a sign of weakness, you'll know just how much agony I am capable of giving and what loss you'll be rewarded as Being a Coward!" Kane shouted. Jeff wriggled half-heartedly away from one of Evan's hands that went down against his penis.
The young man only squeezed the tip as Jeff barked to the two brothers, "I'm no fucking coward!"
"I see, but He-" Kane said passing a look to the young man who clung to Jeff, "-Is. Right now, he's having one last gift bestowed before the finale, and you'll be the Only witness before the night is over. Right, Monkey?"
"Get Off!" Undertaker gripped Evan by the back of his neck and pulled him off Jeff's body, leaving him gasping, panting and whimpering on the floor. He swore by now that he had some internal bruises and possibly a slight concussion.
"Leave! - Evan! - Alone!" Jeff strained on his binds, he twisted wildly as the blunt knife within lightly pressed against what seemed to be an area behind his stiff erection, he uttered a tiny gasp as Evan put his finger into the protruding ring from Jeff's bottom, and pulled the object out before slowly sliding it back in.
"If he had courage or gist, Me and Mark would've had fun allowing him several more days to live and time for us to break him in," Kane helped shove the object further back into the suspended male, so far that Evan's whole finger and the tiny ring disappeared along, "but finding a fearless rebel -unafraid of torture and torment- is like finding a single molecule of mercury in a body: Impossible and troubling."
"I can make your search easier by just getting on my knees right now-" Jeff shuddered as the finger wiggled and the edgeless blade pressed painfully against the internal spot between his penis and testicles, "-One less coward right?"
"You don't strike me as the Submissive type…" the red clad male smiled to Undertaker who stood back and enjoyed the show. He swept a machete at Jeff's feet, ridding the near white feet of their weights, "I bet my right arm that you're maybe the blood rush I want this once. Potent, strong… Why else would you lay on the tracks of an oncoming train? You're not afraid to die. You're a liar, Marionette, and a damn good one, too. You'd claim to be a coward when really, you'd lay your life down in order to ensure another's. Even if it's lowly…"
Kane shot an arm out to Evan who stood under the suspended man, making Jeff wince in pain as the withdrew blade left a bloody welt as it exited, then threw the 'boy' to his equally eager brother. Undertaker spun the young male around, uncaring of the shrill scream as he thrust in, all the while the pale man spoke, "-… ungodly…"
"-…pathetic," Undertaker added, lunging in between the cheeks hard enough to leave bruises on the pained young man's bones. The dark haired man leaned into the short tufts of brown, his whisper both warning and prophetic, "…or un-fucking-piss-worthy as the monkey's…!"
"What else should I have to do to destroy you…?" Kane circled his prey, taking in the disgusted pleasure-shuddering form, "Don't disappoint me, Marionette. You're next days alive is riding on this test…"
'Days? Days? No, Not Days!' Jeff felt a dreadful bulge rub into the knife ripped area of his backside, the fresh tear in his ass only driving the man forward, two hands laid on his tension sore hips. He swallowed a dry spittle lump that itched the back of his throat that glued his tongue to the roof of his mouth, "-…I hate to disappoint…-"
"What I mean, puppet, is…-" Kane pushed into the abused ring without warning, a loud pained cry rushed past Jeff's lips in a huff of expelled air, the new weight that felt as if it tore him through his lower spine and out his neck, knocked his lower half forward with unfathomable momentum. An atrocious new fullness invaded him, the same alarming length pushed through him, as if stabbing diagonally right through his navel. Tons of lead flesh laid upright in his body, thousands of Celsius's singed him inside out, gallons of gushing blood rushed out of his zigzagged whip wounds. The tall red dressed male only roared quietly behind his ear, he reveled in Jeff's coppery-young scent, the heavy wafts of blood gushing out around his penis like an equally virgin mouth squeezing and drooling by the pint during a blowjob. This struck him way better, blood, a beautifully unbreakable puppet with his own strings constantly pushing him where no other dared, he shoved in harder even though he stood behind the body fully engulfed in the equally searing, blood drenched heat. The male quickly cut his own emission of vocalization off as soon as he heard a sneer behind him, taunting, playing, fucking him, fucking With him, "-this is just getting fun, you're not getting away without the Full treatment."
Jeff shook his head in a desperate distraction to the tides of heat, in a do-or-die hope that his wits would escape and leave his body to mindlessly suffer, yet no such thing happened as he unconsciously bore down deliciously severely on the length's hilt. He'd been stabbed by not a knife, but a different kind, one made of another's physicality, one that needed no hand to guide or mind to hold in regard. Dug into by an edgeless blade, the appendage tore deeper than any cut on his skin, he was wounded where bandages couldn't wrap, where hands couldn't touch without him not being on a liter of morphine. It listened to the more primal side of mankind: the human body. They both knew this, adding an inch to Kane's already wide smile, "Why so quiet? Remember that You pushed me to do this, and now, I'm going to push you to Your limit."
"You're crying…" Kane pulled his hips away, easing his own way out minus a single luscious spasm around his cock as if Jeff's body were thanking him for leaving and hoping that he wouldn't come back for another visit.
"I'm not crying, I'm Pissed!" Jeff shouted, he squeezed his torn cheeks around the impossible length, causing Kane to toss his head back and laugh like loud nonphysical thunder rolling as a swirling ocean wave in his ears.
"Good, good, I can't wait to see when you're Furious!" the man growled further deeper than a grown lion, the humming of his vocals tickled against Jeff's ear, his legs dangled uselessly below, too weak to kick, and obviously physically useless against his captor. Kane thrust in, out, and back, his hips grinding and pressing up against the bound male's navel , "Y'like that? Y'like that, Puppet?"
"Fuck you!" the younger man barked hopelessly at the sex driven monster behind him. He body shone dripping of sweat, blood, bruises, and most clearly: hate. His absolutely defiant voice and choice of words added to Kane's satisfaction, "I hate you! I Hate You! I Fucking Hate You! I Can't Stand The Fucking Sight Of You! Just Fucking Kill Me Already!"
A large hand left his force welted hip and slapped to his chin, numbing there slightly as the voice behind his head scolded, "Puppet, I'm not in the Mood-!"
Jeff yanking his head out from the grip, the back of his head smacking up against the man's nose behind him, his mind spun like a crooked top as he spun his head back to catch Kane's amazed delerium, "Good! I'd rather Drown in a pool of my own blood than Have You Ass Raping Me Like You Haven't Had A Slut-Fuck In Years!"
"Puppet-!" the older man pulled the body back, the small lithe body reclining against his. Jeff's body rested against the man's, his head only reaching up to the other's chin and his legs dangling inches off the ground, a hand went up to his chest and the other to cup softly on the engorged phallus's tip, instantly, the energetic piece met the leathery palm of his hand as he softly cooed as a father did to his son, "-Sweet, sweet baby puppet…"
The paw-like hand on Jeff's chest rubbed his pain-tensed torso up and down, first scratching short nails starting from the crease where the beaded ring hugged the base of his phallus, then scraped up, dipping into his navel hard. A harsh jolt awakened the young man, he threw his head side to side, then up to his chest. He pinched each nipple harshly and quickly, "If you want more pain…"
"…I'm not one to disappoint a rival like you," he whispered, biting into the tip of an ear, crushing the thinly covered cartilage with his teeth, the one hand supporting Jeff's body by holding lightly to his neck and the other ringed around the area where their bodies linked. Kane scooped some blood and the steadily oozing pre-cum from the firm rounds of flesh, then he pulled the ring of beads from the base of the hanging man's penis, he stroked slowly up to the tip. The bound male let out a breath that quickly turned to heavy pants, he shut his green eyes and shuddered against his will, the fullness inside making him more aware of the warm hand circling his lower appendage, and the hand rubbing gradual circles on either side of his adam's apple.
"I'll kill you if I want," the man whispered, his finger tips halting their movements to form into a whole hand slowly squeezing around Jeff's fragile neck, the young man continued to gasp as his unwanted libido built to it's absolute peak, he felt as if he were on the verge of being sucked inside out from the tip of his penis. He gasped and panted incoherently while Kane continued to talk, the same threatening pale hand lessening it's hold on the tied man's neck and hooking to the bottom of one quivering knee. The older man thrust in side ways and continued to stroke hard and fast on the continuously filling penis, " And you'll die if I allow you to…"
"I'll Kill You Because I Can!" Jeff half shouted and groaned, his restrained appendage and testicles feeling their weight amassing at an alarming rate, his hips began to push into the fist and unto the painfully stabbing length underneath his body.
"Threats," Kane growled, he nearly pulled all the way out, then he swept himself forward with accuracy to hit the young man's abused prostate once more. The slighter male cried out, his whole body igniting and slowly burning behind the barricade of the other's stroking hand, "Words that barely have a chance of coming true," "If that's all you thing I'm gonna do…" Jeff murmured angrily after regaining some composure lost during the internal strike, "…like I said: I hate to disappoint…"
"Disappoint me, Puppet," Kane said, he cupped the penis and drove in without remorse, the thought of being 'mellow' lay at the back of his mind. He licked his lips to the growing heat and the slickness between their hard bodies. He repeatedly hit the small area Jeff overreacted to, making the male squirm, squeeze and buck mindlessly on his cock, "Prove me wrong!"
"If you want to know the truth now, here it is:…" the taller man said after slowing his pace, he kept thrusting in, yet avoided the nerve endings behind Jeff's continuously fisted penis. He stroked faster, harder, making Jeff thrash against his body, without warning he shoved hard against the small area and yanked off the elastic from the hanging man's penis. The young male moaned out throatily as his ass bit down hard on Kane's penis as the red-clad man continued to hit the young male's prostate, cum splattered to the floor, some tainted with blood, it kept spurting out, splashing on the carpet and dashing against his painfully curled toes. The captor shuddered as his body wracked itself of his frustration and Jeff's delectable pain, he milked himself also within the clutching flesh walls, "You are My contender for Your body, you won't give it up without a fight, but I'll Take it one day. I'll murder your will to fight. I'll slay your chances of living a normal life if you ever escape me!"
_Section 4: Aftermath_
"…but Kane murdered him that night, and I escaped several hours later after I woke up alone in the caves," Evan said, he finished his story sitting across Matt and Lita's shocked bodies. They both listened to the horrors that occurred during their vacation, and the two month search after they ended their week in the mountains. They sat still as statues, both caught between crying, shouting, and breaking down. Matt stood up, his eyes reddening and face becoming an equal tone, he shook Evan's hand and motioned him out the door.
Before leaving, he said to the young man, "Thanks for coming by, Evan. I know you and Jeff weren't on the greatest terms in competing or on a personal level, but I really appreciate that you came by to tell me a little about my baby brother. God knows that he's in heaven, safe and away from those assholes that attacked you and him that night. I hope you find your way, Evan, I really do. Good bye and be safe, Evan, y'hear me?"
"Yeah, I will, Matt. But don't feel bad for Jeff, he held out to the end without begging or surrendering himself. He remembered who he was, and he didn't forget himself. He didn't bow down to those fucks, he didn't die like a coward, he went like a hero," Evan said, his smile sad and open.
Then Matt broke down, he hugged Evan and bore his weight down on the younger man, he mumbled as if he were talking to Jeff, "I'm sorry, baby bro! I coulda been a better brother to you, but I didn't and it's all on me! I'll live out my days in shame and pride in your memory!"
After some time in Matt's arms, he left quietly and went his own way home. The emotions from his days in the caves made him want to scream, every step reminded him of how his heart would have beat were he brought the same conclusion as Jeff had bestowed on himself. Then arms grabbed him, and thrust his body against a wall, the air knocked out of him. A familiar voice then said darkly, "Remember me?"
Evan stared wide eyed at the form, the one that helped in torturing Jeff, his heart beat up into his throat, but he then smiled, "You know I do, Undertaker, daddy."
He brought their faces together, his lips touching and tongue flicking up against the black stubble on the other's chin, they groaned, he whimpered against the thick commanding lips. Undertaker pulled back and asked, "How'd it go, baby?"
"Matt broke down like a bitch, Lita was the man of the house, same ole, same ole," Evan explained, one hand rubbing at the quickly rising crotch of his older lover's pants.
"I'd like to flavor us with that older Hardy next time," the elder said, his own hand stealing up under the young man's shirt.
"Me, too. You know just what I like, daddy. You Always do," the smaller whispered as he spread his knees to a thigh pressing up against his own bulge.
"Then let's go, Kane's waiting for you back at our place," Undertaker said, reluctantly pulling away from the slighter form.
"Really? What does he have in mind this time?" Evan asked, his hand not leaving the protrusion.
"Same flavor, new kink," the man explained, his hand unzipping and guiding the small digits to rest on his phallus.
"Sounds like fun, daddy," the young man giggled sinisterly, his digits wrapping around the thickness and pulling hard enough to make a normal man yelp.
Undertaker said, his hand gripped the young man's hardness also, "We ain't going to know what he has in mind if we keep standing out here in the open, now would we?"
"So He's got something in mind this time? Wasn't it always You that did all the thinking?" the smaller male thrust into the open hand and stroked the cock faster.
"He's learning. Lest now he's got a crazy's mind to go with that Harvard mouth he has on him," Undertaker matched his young lover's speed.
"Oooh," Evan moaned as his hand pulled out from the pants sticky and coated, the older retrieved his own hand from the smaller's breeches with an even thicker amount, the young man's orgasm, "Ooooh, I can't wait! The last time was so good I really thought I was going to die!"
"We'll see…" Undertaker said, shoving Evan through the door, he then commanded, "Take your clothes off."
"As you wish," the young man stripped quickly, leaving his naked body to be seen.
"Go to the basement and get Kane," the older stepped forward and stroked the hardening member once.
"With pleasure, daddy," the smaller male stabbed his length to his lover's thigh, and turned to go down into their basement.
"Don't make me wait, baby, I'll be counting the seconds into the lashings I'll give you later," Undertaker threatened, his voice lined with underlying mystery.
"Multiply it by five and I'll make sure to give you the fuck of your life," Evan shook his ass for extra measure as he headed down to where he couldn't be seen.
"You know just how to make me Happy," the older smiled. The young man trekked through their maze of torture toys, some mainstream, most made up and their own unlicensed creations, several pricked his feet or scratched his legs, or left sizable cuts along his thighs, but it only turned him on beyond imagination.
"Kane? Kane? Kane?" he mumbled, turning a dildo pile, then lifting a curtain of different ropes and straps, "Where the fuck are you, you fucking freak?"
"Here," Kane said, some several feet off behind a wall of boxed sex dolls. "Where?" he blinked into the darkness resuming and following the smell of blood that trailed along his body.
"Here," the man said, Evan turned another corner and saw Kane bent over a table, the large back faced to him, "What is it?"
"Taker wanted me to get you. He said to come upstairs," the young man said as he heard panting and things falling off the wall- knocking desk. "We'll be up shortly, chew toy. Gimme a minute," Kane said pulling Jeff's unmoving raped corpse up off the table. Evan could smell the then-athlete's stench, it was putrid, strong and overwhelming like a sun-baked sty. The young man nodded and turned indifferently as Kane continued to fuck the body, Jeff's eye slashes remained closed, his body rocked stiffly on the steel gurney, as if he were laying on a wooden table.
"And bring Jeff up when you're done down there, will ya?" Undertaker shouted down to his younger brother.
Kane pulled in and out of the tightness, he lovingly rubbed the young man's blue-purple dyed hair, his gray tinged lips, his squared jawbones, and the beautifully marred body his spirit still vengefully lived in, the clear green eyes opened slowly as he said low into the young man's ear, "So your name is Jeff. What a pretty, pretty name. It's so simple and memorable, let's see if you remember your own name, Puppet, let's see if you'll remember your precious Matt after I'm done with you-!"
…The End…
_Prologue_
The grand idea. To sum up their 'grand idea': it was to spend a week out in the rockies in practically Snowman's Ass USA. A snowboarding week within a knee-deep mountain land of powder, some time alone and away from their job as a professional athletic team, Matt being a snowboarder, Lita having her work in the roller durby, and Jeff being a pro rollerblade participant. Well, that's what Matt said. Him and his elaborate schemes to get himself and Lita a new kick, a new kink to fuel their already imposing sex lives. Jeff all but wanted to join or bring a 'date' along for the ride through a brother-on-like-sister action. He shivered in fear at the thought as he breathed into a pillow under his chin and hand at his sides. 'Finally! We made it!'
A quick glance and another to the right made him see only piles of snow billowing outside his window, unpacked clothes set inches above his head. Printed cotton tees, slashed long-sleeves, socks, mountain boots, several jackets, neon thermal sports suits, and a pair of rollerblades, he turned his head to the sound of the pair making out on his door.
Jeff barely had time to repack his clothes as he was literally pushed out of his, Matt and Lita's weekend nest. Matt could be so annoying when his girlfriend pulled out lingerie and toys. He remembered his older brother's words: 'C'mon, Jeff. Rent out another place on the other side of the mountain and we'll meet up with you after, okay? Does that sound like a plan to you?'
'No, I'm sorry, Matt, but I don't want to drive an hour out to manana when I'm settled in with my clothes already unpacked. No, Matt, I don't fucking wanna move after a five hour drive and two hour brother-other-mother sex in the back seat while I was chugging Joes at the wheel, hell NO.' The chipmunk cheeked smile undid Jeff as he grinned softly and said, "Sure. I'll call when I get there, bro. Always use 'protection'."
The rest afterwards seemed like a dream, as if he were yanked from the deepest REM and told to jump off a cliff while he was still half asleep, somewhere along the way he was in his jeep, turning the wheel on command when met with a curve and speeding only being a memory as he pushed the pedal to a crawl. His jeep shuffled forward on chained wheels into the endless pillow fight of snow fluttering down like innards of a busted cushion, it seemed like forever before he kept the wheel straight, swerving left and jerking back right. The coffee in the jeep's rickety holder turned cold, it's foam and cardboard encased walls not lending nor attempting to retain the hour old heat, refusing to take a sip from the java machine's puke, he drove onward as a fresh cup at a gas station steeled his temperament. The lids prying his eyes from sleep shut momentarily, then creaked open on it's heavy flesh pivots. Almost hearing a deafening squeak, he tastelessly pushed back the bitter extract of coffee in desperation for his half awareness, another hour or so to go.
White capped trees flashed past the icing window, he shivered at the recollection of the heater breaking down several minutes back. The gears themselves ground into each other in protest that he had no map or knowledge of the road ahead. Surely, a kind stranger would stop by or give directions, surely. He lost hope the more potholes he skimmed over and another degree the shocks of his jeep lost, almost as if by command that he turn back. No. Matt wouldn't have the last laugh, he'll eat his own words later than sweeten them now and forget their ordeal afterwards. Clinging tighter to the worn wheel grips, he squinted into the infinite straightaway the road depicted. Strange, no curves, no turns, not even a sign since he veered north at the fork in the road. Out of agitation, he fumbled for his cellular phone, it rang and died once halfway through his tone, a look at the viewer screen indicated no signal and only roughly 33% battery life. 'Perfect. So damn perfect to the beginning of my first snowboarding vacation!'
"Fuck Me, I'm Freezing!" he mumbled, the front and back tire both at the same time suddenly dropped into a deep pothole. He tiredly slammed on the stubborn brakes, skidding to a slippery halt on the black ice laden road, the rough dip cratered asphalt almost mirrored his rotten mood and added to his week-long agitation. He pulled off to the side and flung himself out the door, shutting the slab of aluminum, Jeff threw up the hood of his jacket and jogged to the drivers' front, then to the back. No damage, they stood up with the air proudly still supporting their rubber shells, then the passengers' front and back held all the answers to his concerns. The greens and blue of his hair blended into the quickly falling night as snow fell harder to a near blinding degree of grey and white washed shades. 'Why, O, WHY Did I say That?'
"Goddammit!" the younger Hardy cursed under his breath, he wrapped the hooded jacket tighter over himself, but felt more wind blow against him and chill one side of his face as he exited one area and inspected the damage to the other. Hair whipped around his cheeks in the wind, cold biting quickly numbing chunks out of his lips and fingers. A quick kick to the flat rubber tire indicated that if he went any further with the severe flat his automobile sported, he'd be wearing and bending the metal rims out into an unsalvageable warp of steel and shredded rubber.
"Why? Why? WHY?" Jeff yanked open the back of his mud-caked jeep and pulled out a spare, which had a sizable slash in it's side also. With a stressed groan, he threw the object back in with an untouched tool box and fumed into another fit, gripping the hanks of his hair, "Why the fuck Now do I have to get a flat? Huh? Am I not unlucky as shit already?"
The lone man paced about, avoiding the slightly dented frozen asphalt under the sluggish wheel, he hollered into the flurry of falling wisps of white, "Ha-ha, Matt! You can gimme the lecture as soon as I get a Fucking tow truck out here!"
Tree branches snapped in the west. It's unmistakable echoes rattled layers of eve graying snow off lofts of cupping pines and curved spruces. One set of ice-tearing crunches proceeded without interruption in his general direction, he felt as if his bones ran one way, organs sprinting the other and leaving his eyes to witness whatever terror making it's noisy way to him. 'Or is this way west?'
He spun his right leg into a pothole, the ice slid his foot out from under and conked his head on the ice. The footsteps halted a pace away from his head, large arms picked up the small form. A huge pale hand cupped under the smaller's neck and back, chipped fingernails picking as the snow feathered and melted the dyed hairs into clumps on the forming bruise coloring above his ear. A deep booming voice mumbled, "This one'll do. He'll have to do."
_Section 1: Boy-Toy_
The large person carried the smaller into the woods on his back, deeper and deeper, farther and farther away from the main roads they trudged. The person pushed through knee-high slush in a heaping group of mountains, all light faded into a pitch blackness as it enveloped and swallowed their legs, time later, their bodies whole. Soon in view of a cave, they entered, the walls warming and changing climate as they journeyed downward into the stone shaft. A fire burned miles later at the center of the mountain, another crouched far off in the distance of that same alit cave. The first person dropped the small body, the second larger form tied Jeff's arms and suspended his still unmoving torso in the air. Jeff groggily broke from the haze of his stupor, eyelids tiredly pulled away from each other as he flexed the ache in his muscles, only to find that he dangled with his feet emptily in the uninvitingly warm air.
"He's awake," said a deep voice, he blinked, but met with two things in his vision, the tallest dressed in black, the other, inches smaller clothed in red. The black form came closer, as if His body were moving instead of the thing approaching his hanging body. A knife glinted in his face, Jeff lazily murmured and lolled his head back, too tired to understand or move himself from his immobile position. Yet the tall black clad man yelled, "Chew Toy, get your ass over here!"
Another blurry form scampered to the tall man's side, just then, Jeff's eyes cleared. A brown eyed young man with short dark brown hair stood docilely under the tall male. The humongous male to the 'boys' front had short black hair kept behind a bandanna, a beard crowded half of his pale face in more black stubbles, and eyes to match his color scheme: black. The man pulled his trench coat off and slung it to the boy-like male, the 'boy' turned and set it down on a table with a burlap bag tied by a string of wire. Some of it's contents spilled out to reveal a whole coil of rolled wire, a length of two differently sized hemp rope, another two of cloth, a pair of knives, a pair of latex surgical gloves, and even more horrifying than the contents were what fell off the table next: a box of seemingly double duty condoms. The man's voice boomed again, "Pick Them Up, Little Bastard!"
Jeff stared on in fear that turned into disgust as he saw that the 'boy' he recognized as Evan, which he competed alongside in events, wore not a thread of clothing, merely the half proud standing fully aroused, and engorged under his navel. Jeff halfheartedly drew his green eyes to concentrate less on the small man's naked body. Evan knelt to his haunches as the man kicked him to his knees on the thin ratty carpet underneath them, the brown eyes winced as the older man yelled, "Lower, Fuck-Hole, Lower!"
He curtly nodded his head in hopeless admission, his body shivering under Jeff and the unnoticed other's gaze, he wearily scrounged for the objects. Head down, arms ready to give out from under, back curved, ass purposely pointed in the air, legs shaking and erection seeking friction from his legs. A knee accidentally brushed the side of his arousal, the young man couldn't help the quiet gasp and twitch that signaled touch. A scuffed boot tip then stabbed the back of Evan's heavy sacs, aimed carefully at an elastic band tied around his scrotum, he shut his eyes and inhaled to the unbearable weight hugging and pulling his balls away from his body. Adding insult to injury, Undertaker rolled his boot and watched Jeff's eyebrows furrow in an interesting concoction of trepidation, terror and query; the heavy metallic beads fastened to the elastic tinkled and sent suppressed shocks of near orgasm throughout his body. The man in black laughed darkly, and pressed the suffering sack of near searing semen up into the base of his penis, "Faster, Monkey, and maybe I'll take pity on you and take this band off."
Undertaker stepped aside and observed the young male scurry around the blood caked carpet, he then kicked some objects further to watch as Evan fought the frustrated huff ready to escape his split lips, other times, the tall man stepped on the agile fingers before muttering a 'hurry up!' The light peppering of bruises and dried blood from the scratches stung him, like salt to his wounds, he lightly swayed weakly on his fours while . Arms unsteady, stomach empty and growling; a quick slap of an oiled braid of leather on his upper thigh snapped his head straight up, and back curved into a half-moon as he quickly mumbled, "-sorry…"
The man yanked the smaller's head up by his short hair, a machete-like knife pressed to his rapidly thumping throat. Jeff struggled against his restraints as the spectacle continued without his interference. The man in black pressed his blade harder on the thin neck, scraping a miniscule layer of skin and nervous perspiration along the thick razor's fire reflecting edge. Evan stared helplessly at his attacker, brown eyes near closed, and posture leaning rigidly into the hand, as if he Enjoyed the fact that he was both at another's mercy and that he could be killed at any moment, or worse: he's been abused, restrained, and enslaved long enough to heed cold words. The tallest man growled audibly into the ear, "Undertaker."
"Undertaker," Evan repeated, shame and defeat coloring his voice, and an angry obedience outlining his echoed words. His body unconsciously bowed as the hand pulled him slowly up until his spine curved, upper torso painfully thrust out forward, arms to his side, knees kicked until he shamefully and openly displayed himself. Jeff blushed, he turned his face away, tucking his cheek behind a suspended arm, his senses sharpened to the feel of two hands. One unzipping the jacket, and the other undoing his belt buckle.
"No-!" he gasped. The uncontrollable fight in Jeff amused the man known as 'Undertaker', three pairs of eyes watched as he tenaciously bucked and yanked at his restraints, as if believing that he could escape the more he pulled. The tall black clothed male stood with Evan, knife still pressed to his jugular, threatening to push harder till metal hit bone at any given moment. Yet, the Undertaker smiled, like a snake taking pride before a kill, the pair stood, captive and keeper.
Neck and knife, the man barked an order, "Walk!"
Evan nervously put his peeled bare foot to the raggedy old carpet, Undertaker kept pace so close that their bodies rubbed with every movement. He snidely commanded as the young man's foot came in contact with the carpet, a pace away from Jeff they halted, "Stop."
The young man closed his eyes as if ready to die, simply that the humiliation extended made him blush. The recollection of the days passed made him shiver again, one minute taking a trail to board down a mountain, then waking to two crazies ripping his clothes off. But Jeff, Jeff had to be special to receive some kind of courtesy treatment to not go through such an ugly ordeal. The first time seeing the estranged competitor had been three years ago, at a professional contest in the concrete pits of the Roller Arena. Since then, he followed the newcomer's every move, understanding that Matt was his brother, that he could be taught everything a champ knew about the slopes, and the fact that Evan 'Air' Bourne could slice into solid ice if paired against a novice like Jeff Hardy.
"Good. Good little monkey," the man known as 'Undertaker' said, he relaxed the pressure of his blade, Evan teetered between running careless into the thigh-deep snow, taking his chances against the bone jarring blizzard and deferring safely into the one to a hundred chance of survival he had against two funny farm rejects and another rival. While deciding which was a better death, the knife agonizingly scratched down his shoulder and circled his aching nipple, drawing a whimper from his bruised and bloodlessly split lips. He drew in a shaky breath after the knife left him with a deep bloody welt, it oozed fresh with crimson beads, layered perfectly on another of a series of hoop-shaped circles around his raised pink nub. He knew better by now not to make a sarcastic remark as 'one more fucking lap around my chest, and you'll have murder on your hands', until he had bravery, he firmly kept his lower lip safely swallowed and tongue curled to the roof of his mouth.
"And for your reward…-" the Undertaker said, Jeff watched as the blade made a smooth entry by the leather hilt into Evan's hand, the larger squeezed around the smaller digits when they stayed lax. The smaller male then curled his fingers around the worn hilt, he gripped it as if he held for dear life, a whisper directed the strings of his limbs once more, "-Take it. Unclothe him, Monkey. All the way until I can see his bones."
Jeff held his breath, eyes widened, arms uncaring of their ache and legs ready to Fly him out if necessary. He yanked around his weight away from the edge as it inched toward him, Evan's spiritless iris' peering from under his dark matted hair, a half gentle sound then told him, "Be still…"
Uneasily, he quieted his movements, thinking it wiser to listen to his head than fight an unstoppable force ready to take his life. Images of Matt and Lita appeared in his mind. 'I'm sorry, Matt. I don't think you're an ass or some horny porn greedygut. If I'm not in Snow Wash Town tomorrow, then expect the worst news…'
"Open your eyes…" the voice said, he complied and cracked them partway. Evan had the knife, neatly slashing down his stretched upper torso, he could have sworn that the 'Undertaker' rolled his black eyes, Jeff felt an instant burn at the upper arc that hollowed at the middle of his connected and disconnected portion of his ribs. He sucked in a tiny amount of air through his nose and teeth, for fear that he'd accidentally get nicked again, his slashed jacket and shirt easily peeled away by the unseen person behind him.
A thin black netted shirt met their hungry eyes, Evan moved the knife back forward until a sharp explosion of heat cracked on his thigh, then another swatted to his back, the tallest man's deep bark rang the bells in his ears, "I told you to stop! Fucking cumbag!"
The hung male nearly kicked the knife, only if he could without weights holding his ankles down, a large pale hand flattened against the formed 'U' shape of the collection of connected bone beneath his adam's apple, the voice breathed, "Naked to the eye, but not to the touch…"
The netted shirt remained, allowing warm air to circulate around his bare upper torso and to cake the blood that dripped a single red line neatly into his quivering navel. The gentle sounds at the back of his mind said, "…Did that hurt?"
"You think it wouldn't?" Jeff mumbled, making no attempt to see who pulled his marionette cords, mentally rolling his eyes, the button of his jeans came next, unzipped and untouched he appeared calm and flaccid from under the lump in his boxer briefs.
"Teach him, Chew Toy. So that we'll all enjoy taking him apart," Undertaker said, taking his hand away from atop Evan's hand. The suspended man looked on in a faint glimmer of hope as the other captive eyed the blade cautiously, then to Jeff's silently piteous eyes. The young man only smiled before yanking off the pants, boots and socks. He tossed the blade aside and awaited the next order. It came after some time admiring Jeff's unmistakably beautiful body. How his muscles rolled under his tightly pulled skin, his visually naked near perfection, the tallest man asked, "He's beautiful. Don't you think, Kane?"
The hung man's lips twitched as the same large hand slowly brushed down his sides, he shivered to the sensation of the calloused hands trailing a wrinkled ripple of the rough fabric under and behind it's uncaring palm, then stopped at the hollow inches under his navel, the admiring answer rattled his mind, "Too much to ruin."
Undertaker then kicked Evan's legs out from under, the young man coughed and instantly straightened as the next order came, "Ruin him until he can't piss straight!"
Evan parted the boxer's slit until he could see the dormant organ, lax against the soft skin it nestled against, even while inactive, he gulped at the attractiveness that had no bounds to only the older man's face and form. He looked up to see Jeff's forehead pressed against a net garbed arm, eyes hiding behind his tightly creased lids, mouth slightly parted and deeply inhaling, a light blush that spread rapidly throughout his body, face hard as if denying himself everything his body sans mind wanted. The young man thought to make damn sure that the hanging male would be past Needing him later on. Evan blinked away the piquant smell that literally brought vapors to his eyes, after a moment to calm down, he wordlessly nested his nose against the member presented to him. He halted as he heard a token tossed in the form of a shuddering sigh wilting from the man's mouth, too low to hear, yet already too much to say that Jeff wasn't sensitive to such shameless treatment.
"More," Jeff heard Undertaker say to the male kneeling under him, a sure tongue smoothly licked once up his length. He bit a moan at it's head before it could bud to nothing more than a tight-lipped vocal shiver in his throat. Another commanding urge pressed Evan forward, "More."
Immediately, Evan slid a hand into the boxer's cotton slit, as he freed Jeff's length. Behind the bound man, a knife pressed against his nape, the wrist holding it quickly flicked the blade so that only the flat side made the hanging male's muscles tense. Pleasingly, the man fought after having his curiosity to their intentions cleared. They were planning to prey on him, he pulled his body up by his tied wrists and curled out of their reach, he yelled, but cut short as a strip of silver duct tape stuck the sounds in his mouth, like a gag made of air. His stomach dryly heaved as his tongue laved the warm oily adhesive side. A pair of fingers pinched his nose as the same voice, Kane's voice half growled, yet commanded him, "No, we'll have none of that, Puppet boy. Swallow it."
Jeff's eyes stung and watered as his mouth did, the sour digestive fluids scalded his throat, tongue weak and unwilling to press up against the roof of his mouth and sup away the turgid, seemingly solid coffee. He wrenched his head side to side, uncaring of the vice-like pinch that reddened his nose, in a clear 'No'. Kane smiled at the defiant actions spelled in his puppet's movements. The unseen voice said with a hint of amusement, "Then we'll have to change that, My Puppet…"
_Section 2: The Breaking_
The fraction of a second he had to contemplate that expression, Evan's mouth swallowed his phallus as a group of vaunting pale fingers caressed the dip of skin covering Jeff's tonsils. He bit another moan in half while the digits continued to rub in slow circles, then it slid down to the bound man's collarbone, his throat relaxed slightly as Kane repeated. Fingers under his jawbone, then inch it's path to the twitching collarbone, increasing pressure and grip the lower they traveled, stop. The hand continued to pet him with a softness and quiet, starting from top, rubbing, then lowering. The man in red worked tirelessly to kindly encourage his breather to carry a load that scalded the back of his tongue, no matter, he kept the front up, no backing down, no surrendering. Once more of the touch and the tied man nearly swallowed, but he remembered his place, his throat muscles tightened into a stiff knot.
By now the 'Undertaker' had lost a degree of patience, he kicked Evan bluntly in the ribs, possibly cracking two and adding another bruise to the young man's sizable collection. Through the heating pain at his side and in his raw air passage, the young man meekly knelt, unwilling to grasp his side or move, lest he get a whipping or worse for doing so without being given permission. His cock twitched and excreted a white bead when a boot tip brushed the elliptic crevice of his trembling backside, Jeff watched from his lowered eyes while the 'boy' shivered sitting atop the wide boot toe, little mouth latched on his gradually hardening organ. Undertaker shoved his boot further past the fleshy border until he heard the knelt male scream, vocal cords and throat vibrating too forcefully around the hung man's length. With no other choice, the man swallowed the acids of umber that collected behind his tongue, Kane ripped off the tape to hear the man's voice wheeze out, part annoyed, part appealed, part wonderment. Jeff's body twisted forward into the young man's mouth as the scream echoing below his navel tapered to humming, and breathing resumed to sucking. A rolling hell lava squeezed like feathery hands from the tips of his fingers and toes with a destination of his center. Slowly the wrenching consumed him in a hot chill, lastly pooling at his sacs, making them heavy as if too full and ready to explode at the slightest touch, his lungs filled with air to let out a long shout of completion. The feeling suddenly disappeared along with Evan's mouth. Jeff gaped, eyes and mouth open, he stared about to the faces before him: Evan's contorted face, his kneeling posture confusing him as he saw the whole picture. Evan bent over, arms and knees supporting his body and Undertaker's who roughly jerked the smaller hips to and from his dick.
"What they do is between them, and what I do to you, is your problem," Kane swung the hanging body around, bringing Jeff back to consciousness of his full sacs and hot blushing electricity crackling on the surface of his skin, the knife smoothed down into the male's boxer band and easily shredded them away, leaving the hung man naked and open to prying eyes.
"Leave Evan out of this!" the hung male growled, his face showing another side to his like-temperateness. Seeing 'Kane' for the first time left Jeff's mouth dry and length twitching. One left eye colorless and slightly lazy, the right was a dark inkiness, and a grimace that seemed to make his face whole. Evan moaned like a horny slut in the alleyways behind them as Undertaker continued to make a sickening loud squishing sound reverberate off the cave walls. A light squeeze to the base of his penis from the man's hands highlighted his shame, yet he determinedly kept his face straight and dangerously unmoving of emotion, the shiver beginning at the small of his back and accentuating as it traveled up to his bound wrists. Kane grinned as the bound man ground out low, "Let him go!"
Kane's grin grew wider, cheek to cheek, exposing his teeth, Jeff twitched below the belt again, making his vision blurry and another groan pass as an annoyed hiss. The man in red chuckled like a group of oxidized aluminum leaves in hell, rustling to sweltering winds blowing from the breath of the damned dead, "…You have no say as I have no restraint. Suffer the consequences."
"Get Away From Me!" the hung man yelled, his legs kicking the weights off and swinging his body wildly, yet his body refused to be ignored. The blood sated tip touched Kane's hip, the rough material brushing lightly against the nerve tender slit. Jeff's torso bolted straight, as he cursed unconvincingly an adorable angry hushed tone under his breath, "Get the fuck away from me…"
"You want the tape back on?" the man said, holding one end of the adhesive strip. Jeff gagged again to the smell of the greasy stickiness pushing it's balmy scent into his nose, Kane saw this, he quickly slapped the male's lips together, grinding them against his teeth, then ripping it back off, the smaller man shouted an riled 'OW'. The taller then said, "If you can't say something nice, don't say anything at all…"
Jeff wriggled his jaw from the continuous stinging rectangle over his mouth, then the accompanying burn. He glared as if on the verge of beating the piss out of his captor, the only words his lips could leave a pleasing taste to his tongue vocalized, "Fuck. You."
"Can't say I didn't warn you…let's tie the sow," Kane sneered, he slapped the tape back into it's former place. The suspended male winced hatefully to the rudeness of the other. The hulking man then reached an arm up and took hold of Jeff's wrists, he forcefully shook the whole rope and reawakened the suppressed pain sleeping the hanging person's arms. Jeff groaned, he could hear underlying the delightful squeals Evan sinfully emitted that the torrent of blood, backed up behind the ties, bubble and slither through his dying veins from under the rough cords.
The rope slowly cut through his skin, tiny prickles of the braided twine came loose and jabbed into his scrubbed bleeding wrists, he squeezed his eyes shut to an alien weight that felt as if it were pulling his phallus forward, yet pushing it back. The surface of his eyes felt hot and raw as they seemed to glance down by themselves, his mind spun to what looked like a bead strung bracelet wrapping the circumference of his length at it's blushing root. An outraged pained 'NO' could be heard warbling behind the silver tape. Kane looked from Jeff's dancing shadow on the floor and touched the white dribbling tip. He felt the whole area shift it's weight as the tied male toss his blue and purple dyed strands aside, taped chin tucked in the sanctuary of his net clad arm. The man then spoke, "Interesting."
Jeff sucked in air through his nose so hard he heard his ears pop, his chest heaved as if he were skydiving, Kane ran a finger around the crown, purposely avoiding the blood toned eyelet as it leaked a drop of white, he used his thumb to spread the substance on the tips of his two fingers, then he slid the two digits horizontally over the head, yet still avoiding the slit as it passed between the tiny gap between his paired fingers, he attentively rubbed on the hot twitching penis. The cum wet digits dragged slowly up and down, side to side, still not touching the tiny nerve gaping cleft, the hanging person fought with himself whether to give in and beg or to thrust forward like the whore Evan sounded like. Then the hands left, he thanked that the hateful contact ended, yet his body hated him in return for being left repeatedly high and dry. 'Ugh' he mumbled through the dew and sweat moist tape. 'No, I can't let myself cum like This! I won't!'
"So stubborn…" Kane smirked wickedly, he reached upwards, passing the two toned locks. Jeff held his breath, unsure to either let it out or pry his green eyes away from the knife that raised to the ropes, he glanced up hopeful that maybe they got sick of him. The blade flicked upside down so only the unsharpened part touched his wrist, the bound man huffed and dropped his head until his chin touched the indenture of his pecs. His heartbeat leapt when Evan screamed behind him, a muscle twitched in his arm and received a scratch, the man standing before his helpless form merely chuckled, the cored out sound only causing his appendage to jerk up once into the unoccupied space. The hanging male dangled to the wing beat thumping of his heart, his testicles grew heavier and heavier by the second, by now, he felt as if a cinderblock came a part of his body, the knife trailed past the gradual pinch of his waist. He finally opened his eyes to the sharp knife edge a millimeter away from slicing his aroused organ in half.
Half of him wanted to scream, the other told him to shut the hell up and watch, come dick rushing blood squirting out of him, come dickhead being chopped off, no matter the consequences, his eyelids refused to shut. Like a movie it played before him; the smiling razor edge flickering a reflection of the icicle-like stalagmite, each painted on the ceiling in a third dimension, the blood flushed blunt head looked as if it were a shy hand ready to accept what kiss was yet to be offered. The sharp edge lightly tapped on the top center of the penis, then scraped lower, the cold sharpness raised Goosebumps and a lance of cold throughout his body, as if he were flash frozen and thawed. Kane traveled only a fraction of the slit with, he then said smugly, "…So proud and so desperate."
Jeff then watched as the knife kissed the last of the white liquid off his phallus, the unsharpened end pressed to his cheek, smearing the bodily fluids. He felt Kane press the knife in the center of the line where his miniscule ejaculation lay spread, the blade nicked his cheek, allowing his blood and semen to mix, and face to twinge from the sudden bitterness invading his skin. 'Fucker' he loudly grumbled while the monstrously tall man bent forward and indifferently licked the pink mixture off. He secretly revered the taste and beauty of the semen and blood, the way it slithered over his tongue and down his throat, like a charmed saline-metallic serpent coiling around his taste buds. He said after a moment of pause, "The least you know, the more you'll understand later, Marionette."
Kane pulled the netted shirt, up and over Jeff's lolling head, then tied it to the rope he hung by. The healthily pink-flushed bare torso lay open and unashamed to the man's carnivorous gaze, his head filled with so many punishments for the beautiful puppet on his tangled string, his eyes burned and scarred the ashy memory of the killer body to do as he pleased to it. The bound male shivered to his newfound nudity, he felt out of place without the netted sleeves hugging his body and arms, a strangled sound growled low from the peeling tape. The tall man then asked, "Are you going to be nice?"
Jeff lazily peered from beneath his blue-purple strands and cocked an eyebrow, the 'like I'd listen to you' look. Kane gently peeled off the tape, though he didn't have to, he did in order to hear the next thing about to spill out his captive's mouth. The tied male strained against his binds uselessly, then taking in a breath through his wet lips, he yelled to Undertaker, "Get off Evan, You Fucking Nut Job!"
"Hear that, Monkey? He thinks you don't like my fuck stick! Don't move…" Undertaker grinned down at Evan's soon to be spent body, after a growl, he shoved the 'boy' forward off his penis with an abrupt sucking noise, and into a bruised, sweating, panting heap. The man shamelessly let himself hang outside the band of his pants, still erect and ready, he strode over to the pair. The tallest of the duo smirked, he open handed the bleeding cheek hard enough to knock Jeff's head off, yet only his head spun as another slap snapped his neck to the other side. The man in black said, "We prefer 'please'."
Jeff sucked in his busted lower lip, both cheeks blooming with a blue-red bruise, glaring at the two, he raised his chin in defiance and looked down his nose at them, chest heaving. Undertaker had to admire the young man, he pointed to the rope above the tied male's head, where Kane smirked and rested the blade on the chafing cord. The taller of the two said, "You want off, Marionette?"
"I Won't Beg You Worth Spit!" the tied young man barked, his tenacity matching Undertaker's when he shouted at Evan. On the other hand, the two giants felt a matching arousal, a sudden refreshing air of revolt from a minor wafting like a storm right through to their freakishly tall bodies. The two looked to one another, their smirks and thoughts alike, they both sensed their similar plans for the newcomer. The one dressed in black attire walked back over to Evan's curled body, left exactly the way he had been moments ago.
"No, no, no… I don't want you to Beg…" Kane smiled and motioned for Jeff to watch the tallest's movements.
Undertaker fastened two ropes under the 'boys' arms, he then shoved his boot heel into the still curled young man's ribs, and shouted, "Get up! Up Against The Body, Monkey!"
Evan scurried to obey, he stumbled up on his bruised and bloodied limbs, taking his place back to back behind Jeff, he awaited orders once more. The hung male sucked in a sharp breath and threw his head back against he 'boy', the leather cracking a skin singing line along both their touching bodies. The smaller young man cried out a harsh, pained, sound rippling out acutely and slapping against the cave's walls, but quickly stopping himself too late, Undertaker pulled the whip's crop back in one tensed arm, then let loose the hot snapping streak of a forming bruise appearing in a red ribbon across Evan's chest and across to Jeff's leg. The leather end scratched almost unnoticed along the side of his strained stiff phallus, then a hot blistering storm current shook through to the edges of the bound male's body, but just as quickly as it wrung only for his throat to sting from holding the caught volume of voice, he groaned to a powerfully soft aftershock that forced him to emit a throaty, deeply drawn out gasp.
- PART II -
_Section 3: The Taming_
"The plea I like is the kind that you hate yourself for even saying, it's the kind that makes your heart want to eat it's way out of your chest; it makes you want to scream…!" Kane smiled and silently congratulated himself for making the brat so damn hand-fuck needy, he then pulled out his unbuckled belt from it's loops lining his squared waist. He observed Evan being effortlessly heaved up to Jeff's level, then tied chest-to-back in a twin posture as their new captive's. Glorious. He took the belt's end, gently tracing the chemically treated smooth side up and down the blood-rigid penis, sending shocks along Jeff's body as he passed over a prominently sensitive vein, he whispered through the tangled strands along the hung man's ear, knowing that the male listened and felt the effects of holding out his orgasm for long, "At the same time, it's so stirring. You want to curl your body, twist your intestines, break your ribs, take your cock into your own mouth and suck yourself off into god-loving Hades…"
Jeff twitched against the patented leather, it's smooth side making him want to whimper, beg, moan for a stronger contact. Pride prevented him from even making a sound, only he twitched detachedly under the line of his hips, his body beyond his sole control. He allowed his body to beg, though his torso pleaded for contact, for something his bound limbs couldn't do at the moment, the male gave merely half of his whole up to the beast who feasted mercilessly on the reactions that played to it's torture. Kane grew aware of the male's inner turmoil, he said, turning the belt sideways until the soft worn ends scraped along the red pinnacle consistency, "You're disgusted with yourself. I understand. There is no easy way to learn what you want, but what you Want to Hate. So here you are…"
"…A baby, new, clean, unmarked flesh…" Kane soothed, one hand prodding the shadows of Jeff's torso as if he were a statue made of ash. He sought out the mysteries of the rebellious man with the tips of his fingers, he only found more soft skin covering muscle and bone, he held no secrets where light couldn't shine. He was bare. He spat in the face of danger. So where does all this angry tenacity come from if he had no where to hide it? His hands followed the jagged, unmarked pieces, avoiding the red, now bleeding areas of where the leather dryly licked in milliseconds, "…just begging to be made… cut… sculpted… molded… heated into a work of fuck-able art…"
"You're beautiful now, when your body is just growing…" the older man's voice trailed off as he mused on the various body-honing, mind-twisting punishment he could use, "Trust me, Puppet. By the time I'm done shaving away the useless excess of innocence, you'll be exquisite in the most horrible way…"
"But I warn you, Puppet: don't beg me for Anything. If it hurts, I know. If you're in pain, I know. If you're suffering, I know…" Kane stepped back, Evan moaned, his whorish sounds emitting inches behind Jeff, then he heard a the sharp whack of flesh hitting flesh, his head jerked forward, then he heard the young man moan again. The tall, pale man withdrew what looked like a penknife, it's small smooth shape had a crudely welded ring on it's end, the smooth glazed stainless steel again had Kane's white drooping right eye, "The reason how I know this: I was taught Personally by my own brother, and I love him more than anything in the world!"
A deft arm threw one of Jeff's weight-tied legs over a thick arm and shoved the knife right between his awkwardly spread knees. The hanging male bucked away from the edge, a loud growl brewing behind his clenched teeth, it stuck into his body no matter to what extent his lower muscles shoved at the crude metal piece. He felt the blunt tip barely scratch against a particular area, the cool edge felt as if it stuck his body and sent an adrenaline-like high through his body. First, making his penis jump, second, the pressure of the blood coursing in an ever moving circle around his phallus froze in a pleading sigh, then the shake his body as it squeezed against Evan's torso. Kane saw the immediate flash of lust push the centers of his eyebrows upward, he then declared quietly to the male, "And to him: I'm beautiful, I'm powerful, I'm invincible!"
"Yes, you are," Undertaker lovingly covered his little brother's left eye, leaving the scarred colorless one to decipher the quickly contorting Hardy's face. The taller lifted Evan up higher, wrapping the small arms to sweep at Jeff's collarbones, and legs to twine about the long slim waist. The black clad man praised his toy for his unquestioning ductility, "Good, good, Monkey…"
"…See if you love me too…" with that, Undertaker shoved a machete hit up Evan, he savored watching how the hole squeezed automatically on the solidness and blushed as he experimentally pulled out, then it relaxed after several rough plunges in and out, the smaller moaned around Jeff's shoulder, his small head dropping into the older male's hair. The hanging man shuddered after a single hard push into the 'boy' made his own lower body curl forward and causing the dull knife to brush that same spot once more.
"You see? 'Begging' is the reflex of a coward," Kane said, pushing Jeff's head to make an example of Evan. The young man mewed, his lips pressed softly against the pulsing vein in the bound man's neck. His green eyes rolled back to his captor, his face twining every once in a while from the light loving bites taken out of his neck, "And I kill cowards by a Slo-ow, Pa-inful process…It's practically become our Virtue."
"Hold The Fuck Still!" Undertaker yelled as Evan began pushing down on the long hilt, he rewarded the young man's want with another whip crack against their entwined bodies, Jeff winced as the 'boy' cried out and pressed his erection on the small of the captor's back.
"If you so much as get on one knee and show a sign of weakness, you'll know just how much agony I am capable of giving and what loss you'll be rewarded as Being a Coward!" Kane shouted. Jeff wriggled half-heartedly away from one of Evan's hands that went down against his penis.
The young man only squeezed the tip as Jeff barked to the two brothers, "I'm no fucking coward!"
"I see, but He-" Kane said passing a look to the young man who clung to Jeff, "-Is. Right now, he's having one last gift bestowed before the finale, and you'll be the Only witness before the night is over. Right, Monkey?"
"Get Off!" Undertaker gripped Evan by the back of his neck and pulled him off Jeff's body, leaving him gasping, panting and whimpering on the floor. He swore by now that he had some internal bruises and possibly a slight concussion.
"Leave! - Evan! - Alone!" Jeff strained on his binds, he twisted wildly as the blunt knife within lightly pressed against what seemed to be an area behind his stiff erection, he uttered a tiny gasp as Evan put his finger into the protruding ring from Jeff's bottom, and pulled the object out before slowly sliding it back in.
"If he had courage or gist, Me and Mark would've had fun allowing him several more days to live and time for us to break him in," Kane helped shove the object further back into the suspended male, so far that Evan's whole finger and the tiny ring disappeared along, "but finding a fearless rebel -unafraid of torture and torment- is like finding a single molecule of mercury in a body: Impossible and troubling."
"I can make your search easier by just getting on my knees right now-" Jeff shuddered as the finger wiggled and the edgeless blade pressed painfully against the internal spot between his penis and testicles, "-One less coward right?"
"You don't strike me as the Submissive type…" the red clad male smiled to Undertaker who stood back and enjoyed the show. He swept a machete at Jeff's feet, ridding the near white feet of their weights, "I bet my right arm that you're maybe the blood rush I want this once. Potent, strong… Why else would you lay on the tracks of an oncoming train? You're not afraid to die. You're a liar, Marionette, and a damn good one, too. You'd claim to be a coward when really, you'd lay your life down in order to ensure another's. Even if it's lowly…"
Kane shot an arm out to Evan who stood under the suspended man, making Jeff wince in pain as the withdrew blade left a bloody welt as it exited, then threw the 'boy' to his equally eager brother. Undertaker spun the young male around, uncaring of the shrill scream as he thrust in, all the while the pale man spoke, "-… ungodly…"
"-…pathetic," Undertaker added, lunging in between the cheeks hard enough to leave bruises on the pained young man's bones. The dark haired man leaned into the short tufts of brown, his whisper both warning and prophetic, "…or un-fucking-piss-worthy as the monkey's…!"
"What else should I have to do to destroy you…?" Kane circled his prey, taking in the disgusted pleasure-shuddering form, "Don't disappoint me, Marionette. You're next days alive is riding on this test…"
'Days? Days? No, Not Days!' Jeff felt a dreadful bulge rub into the knife ripped area of his backside, the fresh tear in his ass only driving the man forward, two hands laid on his tension sore hips. He swallowed a dry spittle lump that itched the back of his throat that glued his tongue to the roof of his mouth, "-…I hate to disappoint…-"
"What I mean, puppet, is…-" Kane pushed into the abused ring without warning, a loud pained cry rushed past Jeff's lips in a huff of expelled air, the new weight that felt as if it tore him through his lower spine and out his neck, knocked his lower half forward with unfathomable momentum. An atrocious new fullness invaded him, the same alarming length pushed through him, as if stabbing diagonally right through his navel. Tons of lead flesh laid upright in his body, thousands of Celsius's singed him inside out, gallons of gushing blood rushed out of his zigzagged whip wounds. The tall red dressed male only roared quietly behind his ear, he reveled in Jeff's coppery-young scent, the heavy wafts of blood gushing out around his penis like an equally virgin mouth squeezing and drooling by the pint during a blowjob. This struck him way better, blood, a beautifully unbreakable puppet with his own strings constantly pushing him where no other dared, he shoved in harder even though he stood behind the body fully engulfed in the equally searing, blood drenched heat. The male quickly cut his own emission of vocalization off as soon as he heard a sneer behind him, taunting, playing, fucking him, fucking With him, "-this is just getting fun, you're not getting away without the Full treatment."
Jeff shook his head in a desperate distraction to the tides of heat, in a do-or-die hope that his wits would escape and leave his body to mindlessly suffer, yet no such thing happened as he unconsciously bore down deliciously severely on the length's hilt. He'd been stabbed by not a knife, but a different kind, one made of another's physicality, one that needed no hand to guide or mind to hold in regard. Dug into by an edgeless blade, the appendage tore deeper than any cut on his skin, he was wounded where bandages couldn't wrap, where hands couldn't touch without him not being on a liter of morphine. It listened to the more primal side of mankind: the human body. They both knew this, adding an inch to Kane's already wide smile, "Why so quiet? Remember that You pushed me to do this, and now, I'm going to push you to Your limit."
"You're crying…" Kane pulled his hips away, easing his own way out minus a single luscious spasm around his cock as if Jeff's body were thanking him for leaving and hoping that he wouldn't come back for another visit.
"I'm not crying, I'm Pissed!" Jeff shouted, he squeezed his torn cheeks around the impossible length, causing Kane to toss his head back and laugh like loud nonphysical thunder rolling as a swirling ocean wave in his ears.
"Good, good, I can't wait to see when you're Furious!" the man growled further deeper than a grown lion, the humming of his vocals tickled against Jeff's ear, his legs dangled uselessly below, too weak to kick, and obviously physically useless against his captor. Kane thrust in, out, and back, his hips grinding and pressing up against the bound male's navel , "Y'like that? Y'like that, Puppet?"
"Fuck you!" the younger man barked hopelessly at the sex driven monster behind him. He body shone dripping of sweat, blood, bruises, and most clearly: hate. His absolutely defiant voice and choice of words added to Kane's satisfaction, "I hate you! I Hate You! I Fucking Hate You! I Can't Stand The Fucking Sight Of You! Just Fucking Kill Me Already!"
A large hand left his force welted hip and slapped to his chin, numbing there slightly as the voice behind his head scolded, "Puppet, I'm not in the Mood-!"
Jeff yanking his head out from the grip, the back of his head smacking up against the man's nose behind him, his mind spun like a crooked top as he spun his head back to catch Kane's amazed delerium, "Good! I'd rather Drown in a pool of my own blood than Have You Ass Raping Me Like You Haven't Had A Slut-Fuck In Years!"
"Puppet-!" the older man pulled the body back, the small lithe body reclining against his. Jeff's body rested against the man's, his head only reaching up to the other's chin and his legs dangling inches off the ground, a hand went up to his chest and the other to cup softly on the engorged phallus's tip, instantly, the energetic piece met the leathery palm of his hand as he softly cooed as a father did to his son, "-Sweet, sweet baby puppet…"
The paw-like hand on Jeff's chest rubbed his pain-tensed torso up and down, first scratching short nails starting from the crease where the beaded ring hugged the base of his phallus, then scraped up, dipping into his navel hard. A harsh jolt awakened the young man, he threw his head side to side, then up to his chest. He pinched each nipple harshly and quickly, "If you want more pain…"
"…I'm not one to disappoint a rival like you," he whispered, biting into the tip of an ear, crushing the thinly covered cartilage with his teeth, the one hand supporting Jeff's body by holding lightly to his neck and the other ringed around the area where their bodies linked. Kane scooped some blood and the steadily oozing pre-cum from the firm rounds of flesh, then he pulled the ring of beads from the base of the hanging man's penis, he stroked slowly up to the tip. The bound male let out a breath that quickly turned to heavy pants, he shut his green eyes and shuddered against his will, the fullness inside making him more aware of the warm hand circling his lower appendage, and the hand rubbing gradual circles on either side of his adam's apple.
"I'll kill you if I want," the man whispered, his finger tips halting their movements to form into a whole hand slowly squeezing around Jeff's fragile neck, the young man continued to gasp as his unwanted libido built to it's absolute peak, he felt as if he were on the verge of being sucked inside out from the tip of his penis. He gasped and panted incoherently while Kane continued to talk, the same threatening pale hand lessening it's hold on the tied man's neck and hooking to the bottom of one quivering knee. The older man thrust in side ways and continued to stroke hard and fast on the continuously filling penis, " And you'll die if I allow you to…"
"I'll Kill You Because I Can!" Jeff half shouted and groaned, his restrained appendage and testicles feeling their weight amassing at an alarming rate, his hips began to push into the fist and unto the painfully stabbing length underneath his body.
"Threats," Kane growled, he nearly pulled all the way out, then he swept himself forward with accuracy to hit the young man's abused prostate once more. The slighter male cried out, his whole body igniting and slowly burning behind the barricade of the other's stroking hand, "Words that barely have a chance of coming true," "If that's all you thing I'm gonna do…" Jeff murmured angrily after regaining some composure lost during the internal strike, "…like I said: I hate to disappoint…"
"Disappoint me, Puppet," Kane said, he cupped the penis and drove in without remorse, the thought of being 'mellow' lay at the back of his mind. He licked his lips to the growing heat and the slickness between their hard bodies. He repeatedly hit the small area Jeff overreacted to, making the male squirm, squeeze and buck mindlessly on his cock, "Prove me wrong!"
"If you want to know the truth now, here it is:…" the taller man said after slowing his pace, he kept thrusting in, yet avoided the nerve endings behind Jeff's continuously fisted penis. He stroked faster, harder, making Jeff thrash against his body, without warning he shoved hard against the small area and yanked off the elastic from the hanging man's penis. The young male moaned out throatily as his ass bit down hard on Kane's penis as the red-clad man continued to hit the young male's prostate, cum splattered to the floor, some tainted with blood, it kept spurting out, splashing on the carpet and dashing against his painfully curled toes. The captor shuddered as his body wracked itself of his frustration and Jeff's delectable pain, he milked himself also within the clutching flesh walls, "You are My contender for Your body, you won't give it up without a fight, but I'll Take it one day. I'll murder your will to fight. I'll slay your chances of living a normal life if you ever escape me!"
_Section 4: Aftermath_
"…but Kane murdered him that night, and I escaped several hours later after I woke up alone in the caves," Evan said, he finished his story sitting across Matt and Lita's shocked bodies. They both listened to the horrors that occurred during their vacation, and the two month search after they ended their week in the mountains. They sat still as statues, both caught between crying, shouting, and breaking down. Matt stood up, his eyes reddening and face becoming an equal tone, he shook Evan's hand and motioned him out the door.
Before leaving, he said to the young man, "Thanks for coming by, Evan. I know you and Jeff weren't on the greatest terms in competing or on a personal level, but I really appreciate that you came by to tell me a little about my baby brother. God knows that he's in heaven, safe and away from those assholes that attacked you and him that night. I hope you find your way, Evan, I really do. Good bye and be safe, Evan, y'hear me?"
"Yeah, I will, Matt. But don't feel bad for Jeff, he held out to the end without begging or surrendering himself. He remembered who he was, and he didn't forget himself. He didn't bow down to those fucks, he didn't die like a coward, he went like a hero," Evan said, his smile sad and open.
Then Matt broke down, he hugged Evan and bore his weight down on the younger man, he mumbled as if he were talking to Jeff, "I'm sorry, baby bro! I coulda been a better brother to you, but I didn't and it's all on me! I'll live out my days in shame and pride in your memory!"
After some time in Matt's arms, he left quietly and went his own way home. The emotions from his days in the caves made him want to scream, every step reminded him of how his heart would have beat were he brought the same conclusion as Jeff had bestowed on himself. Then arms grabbed him, and thrust his body against a wall, the air knocked out of him. A familiar voice then said darkly, "Remember me?"
Evan stared wide eyed at the form, the one that helped in torturing Jeff, his heart beat up into his throat, but he then smiled, "You know I do, Undertaker, daddy."
He brought their faces together, his lips touching and tongue flicking up against the black stubble on the other's chin, they groaned, he whimpered against the thick commanding lips. Undertaker pulled back and asked, "How'd it go, baby?"
"Matt broke down like a bitch, Lita was the man of the house, same ole, same ole," Evan explained, one hand rubbing at the quickly rising crotch of his older lover's pants.
"I'd like to flavor us with that older Hardy next time," the elder said, his own hand stealing up under the young man's shirt.
"Me, too. You know just what I like, daddy. You Always do," the smaller whispered as he spread his knees to a thigh pressing up against his own bulge.
"Then let's go, Kane's waiting for you back at our place," Undertaker said, reluctantly pulling away from the slighter form.
"Really? What does he have in mind this time?" Evan asked, his hand not leaving the protrusion.
"Same flavor, new kink," the man explained, his hand unzipping and guiding the small digits to rest on his phallus.
"Sounds like fun, daddy," the young man giggled sinisterly, his digits wrapping around the thickness and pulling hard enough to make a normal man yelp.
Undertaker said, his hand gripped the young man's hardness also, "We ain't going to know what he has in mind if we keep standing out here in the open, now would we?"
"So He's got something in mind this time? Wasn't it always You that did all the thinking?" the smaller male thrust into the open hand and stroked the cock faster.
"He's learning. Lest now he's got a crazy's mind to go with that Harvard mouth he has on him," Undertaker matched his young lover's speed.
"Oooh," Evan moaned as his hand pulled out from the pants sticky and coated, the older retrieved his own hand from the smaller's breeches with an even thicker amount, the young man's orgasm, "Ooooh, I can't wait! The last time was so good I really thought I was going to die!"
"We'll see…" Undertaker said, shoving Evan through the door, he then commanded, "Take your clothes off."
"As you wish," the young man stripped quickly, leaving his naked body to be seen.
"Go to the basement and get Kane," the older stepped forward and stroked the hardening member once.
"With pleasure, daddy," the smaller male stabbed his length to his lover's thigh, and turned to go down into their basement.
"Don't make me wait, baby, I'll be counting the seconds into the lashings I'll give you later," Undertaker threatened, his voice lined with underlying mystery.
"Multiply it by five and I'll make sure to give you the fuck of your life," Evan shook his ass for extra measure as he headed down to where he couldn't be seen.
"You know just how to make me Happy," the older smiled. The young man trekked through their maze of torture toys, some mainstream, most made up and their own unlicensed creations, several pricked his feet or scratched his legs, or left sizable cuts along his thighs, but it only turned him on beyond imagination.
"Kane? Kane? Kane?" he mumbled, turning a dildo pile, then lifting a curtain of different ropes and straps, "Where the fuck are you, you fucking freak?"
"Here," Kane said, some several feet off behind a wall of boxed sex dolls. "Where?" he blinked into the darkness resuming and following the smell of blood that trailed along his body.
"Here," the man said, Evan turned another corner and saw Kane bent over a table, the large back faced to him, "What is it?"
"Taker wanted me to get you. He said to come upstairs," the young man said as he heard panting and things falling off the wall- knocking desk. "We'll be up shortly, chew toy. Gimme a minute," Kane said pulling Jeff's unmoving raped corpse up off the table. Evan could smell the then-athlete's stench, it was putrid, strong and overwhelming like a sun-baked sty. The young man nodded and turned indifferently as Kane continued to fuck the body, Jeff's eye slashes remained closed, his body rocked stiffly on the steel gurney, as if he were laying on a wooden table.
"And bring Jeff up when you're done down there, will ya?" Undertaker shouted down to his younger brother.
Kane pulled in and out of the tightness, he lovingly rubbed the young man's blue-purple dyed hair, his gray tinged lips, his squared jawbones, and the beautifully marred body his spirit still vengefully lived in, the clear green eyes opened slowly as he said low into the young man's ear, "So your name is Jeff. What a pretty, pretty name. It's so simple and memorable, let's see if you remember your own name, Puppet, let's see if you'll remember your precious Matt after I'm done with you-!"
…The End…
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