The Monster You Made Me

by M.j's place

John Cena owner of Cryptic D-zynz Art Gallery, meets the man of his dreams Shawn Michaels. Only it may be too late for their love. The Undertaker owns John already. Now 'Taker want's them both, and he want stop until he claims them as his own. And what happens when young Randy gets caught in the crossfire? SLASH Can be dark at times! Taker/Wade John/Shawn Randy/Seth also Raven

1. The Undertaker's playground

Welcome to THE MONSTER YOU MADE ME. This is my new story and I will only make this warning once. This is a dark story and will contain dark themes. There will be violence, non/con, and death. I will not be putting up a warning at the beginning of each dark chapter because the whole story is dark. You will not know when the darkness will be coming so please READ THIS STORY AT YOUR OWN RISK. Thank you and please enjoy THE MONSTER YOU MADE ME.

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WELCOME TO THE UNDERTAKER'S MORTUARY, PLEASE ENTER AT YOUR OWN RISK

John Cena looked up at the sign and gulped. "Uh Hunter? Are you sure we are in the right place?" John asked his older brother. "Yep I'm sure. Come on Mark is dieing to meet you. Get it? I said dieing." Hunter laughed.

John looked at his brother as if Hunter's head was spinning around. "I don't know Hunt. I think I will pass on this one." John said. His nerves were acting up and He wasn't to sure he wanted to go through with it. "Come on brat, I will take care of you." Hunter spoke to his twenty-three year old younger brother as if he were a child.

"Hey! I'm not a brat thank you very much." John scolded. Hunter took hold of the door handle to the mortuary. John gasped at what he saw. Coffins lined the floors, graphic photos of people slain by Vampires, covered the walls all around. "Hello welcome to The Undertaker's playground. My name is Wade how can I help you?" A tall raven haired man asked in a British accent.

Wade walked out from behind the desk and took out what looked to be a walki-talkie from his back pocket. He walked up to the two very attractive men who just walked through the front door. "I'm looking for Mark. My name is Hunter and this is John. Mark is expecting us." Hunter told the raven haired man politely. "Hunter? Oh yes Mark told me about you. You own that club called Cryptic. "Yes I do. I've seen you there before. You always come with a couple of red heads." Hunter said.

"Yes I do, their names are Heath and Stephen." Wade replied with a smile. Wade winked at the terrified looking man that stood beside of Hunter. "John is it?" Wade asked as he looked Hunter's younger brother up and down, very slow like.

John immediately became tense at the look. Hunter saw the tense look that crossed John's baby face. "Wade was it? I would appreciate it if you would go get Mark now." Hunter said sternly. Hunter did not like the way Wade stared at John.

Hunter was the protective older brother. John was the middle child of three. He had a baby brother named Randy. Randy was just about to turn seventeen. Wade was about to respond but a closed door was opened and a tall man with long jet black hair walked out of what appeared to be a dark room. The kind of dark room used for developing photos. John's mouth fell agape at the sight of the demanding presence before him.

"Hunter, hello. Wade, why didn't you tell me they were here?" Mark asked in a dark voice. "Uh unm. Sor..ry. I was just..." "It's alright Mark we just arrived not but a minute or two ago." Hunter said interrupting Wade. He could tell by the mans stammer that he feared Mark's wrath.

"Very well, shall we? Please go into that room over there and have a seat at the desk, I will be with you gentlemen in a moment." Mark stated. Wade watched as the two men left from his sight. Mark waited until the door to the room was closed before placing his hand around Wade's neck. "I was watching the cameras. I know how long they have been here. You will be punished after they leave, for making me wait." Mark warned.

Wade cringed and almost pissed his leather pants at the thought of enduring another one of Mark's horrible punishments. "I'm sorry master, please forgive me?" Wade asked in a pleading voice. He didn't want to be punished again. His ass ached from the idea of it.

"You should have thought about that before you made me wait." Mark said as he grabbed Wade's covered crotch as hard as he could. "Ahh please I'm soorryy!" Wade begged in pain. "Too late!" Mark exclaimed. Mark removed his hand and walked away from Wade, heading to the closed off room.

"That was him? The famous Undertaker?" John asked Hunter, he didn't know what to think. The door to the room opened and the commanding form of the Undertaker entered the room. "Can I get you gentlemen something to drink, beer, water, blood?" 'Taker chuckled darkly. "John made a tiny gasp at the word blood. Just the sight of blood or the thought of it would make John feel queasy. "No thank you Mark, I think we're good." Hunter spoke up for the both of them.

Mark nodded his head and took a seat at the large black oak desk. The desk was a French Napoleon III Chinoiserie laccquered desk with mahogany and oak linings, each side had an extendable writing slide. Mark had bought the 1870 desk from an antique dealer whom was about to die. Mark had been given a discount on the desk for providing the dieing man with an elaborate funeral.

Mark licked his lips as wicked thoughts entered his dark mind. Thoughts of what he would love to do to the blue eyed, baby face man sitting in front of him. "Alright Mr. Cena, let's see what you have brought for me to purchase." Mark said. He extended his hand out to John.

John slowly lifted the portfolio case up, sitting it on the antique desk. "I think your going to find exactly what you are looking for, my brother is a very talented artist." Hunter boasted. John owned a very popular art gallery named Cryptic D-zynz. Artist from all over the states would come bringing John various art pieces hoping it would be shown. If they were shown in John's art gallery, it meant instant fame for the artist.

John unzipped the leather portfolio case and opened it up facing Mark. Mark looked through the drawings and paintings, slowly turning each page. John watched as Mark's face remained emotionless and unreadable as he leafed through each and every one of John's own art work. John not only owned Cryptic D-zynz, he was a very accomplished artist himself.

Mark closed John's portfolio. John's leg started to bounce nervously. The silence Mark withheld was starting to unnerve John. Hunter placed his hand on John's knee. John turned his head and looked at his older brother. John trusted his older brother with all of the twenty three years he had. John gave in and calmed his body down as best he could.

"I want them all"

Hunter along with John gasped and looked at Mark in shook. Mark chuckled at the brothers amazement. "Wha? What? Are You?" John's next words were cut off by Hunter. Hunter knew just how bad John's business was suffering. With the economy the way it was, money just was not coming in the way it once did. "John please let Mark continue." Hunter spoke up. He was afraid John might say something wrong and Mark would change his mind.

"That's alright Hunter. Your brother is just surprised that's all. Look John I want them all. You have an amazing talent. Tell you what, I have always wanted a hand painted mural. I will buy these and offer you one hundred thousand dollars to paint one for me. Upon completion if I like the painting, I will pay you an additional four hundred thousand more. What do you say?" Mark asked.

John sat there in stunned silence. He could not believe the money Mark was willing to pay him. "John, I think you should do it." Hunter said. "I don't know Hunt. That means I would have to take time away from the gallery." John replied. He was used to running the day to day operations of his gallery. John wasn't to sure if he could take time away.

"John, you hired Evan to be the manager of Cryptic D-zynz, so let him manage. I'm sure you not being in the gallery for a few hours a day won't hurt your business." Hunter assured. John looked at Mark, He really needed the money but Mark scared him in a slight way. There was just something about Mark's dark presence that made his stomach do unwanted flip-flops.

John wasn't sure if he wanted to do the mural, but he really did need the money. "Where were you planning on putting the painting?" John asked. Mark smiled he knew John wouldn't be able to pass up an offer like the one he just made. Mark knew he had John where he wanted him. From the moment Hunter had showed Mark a photo of John. Mark knew he had to have him, anyway he could...

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"So John I will see you first thing in the morning? I look forward to watching your art in action." Mark said in a sex laden voice. For reasons John could not explain the way Mark had said the last sentence made his skin crawl a bit. John thought Mark was a very attractive man, but the danger behind Mark's deep eyes had John shying away from the man.

"Yes I will be here at nine am to begin covering the wall with the base paint. Then we can add the mirror of your choosing." John replied softly. "Good then looking forward to it." Mark stated. Mark held out his hand for the brothers to shake. "Let me show you out then" Mark said and led them to the door, opining it up for them. Mark watched with an intense stare as John walked away. "Mmmm mine" Taker licked his lips and closed the door to the mortuary, locking it behind him.

"Wade boy! Get your ass in here now!" Mark yelled. Wade jumped at the voice and ran into the room as fast as he could. "Basement now! Time for your punishment boy! You are forcing me to close up early to punish you and that money will come out of your ass. I want you striped naked, and on your knees when I come down there, understand." Mark asked. Wade nodded his head, "Yes Master Taker" Wade spoke softly. Tears filled Wade's eyes as he turned and walked toward the door that led to the dingy basement.

Wade walked down the steps to the cold room. He wasted no time in doing as he was told. Wade removed his boots, socks, and black t-shirt. He sighed and allowed a few tears to fall as he removed his leather pants and underwear. Wade fell to his knees and wiped at the tears before placing his hands behind his head. "I miss you Mark. What happened to us?" Wade whispered to himself. He remembered how much he used to love Mark's "punishments". Only now Wade loathed them, they were becoming to hard and painful for him to bare.

Wade's breath hitched as he heard the heavy footsteps descend the stairs. He watched as Mark went to a stand and picked up a knife. Wade knew what Mark intended to do with it. The scars on his back were too painful and Mark would rip at them just for fun. Mark walked over to Wade and unzipped his own leather pants. He pulled out his cock and placed the head on Wade's lips. "Suck me now boy!" Taker demanded.

Wade parted his lips and did as he was told. Mark wasted no time in thrusting his cock deep into Wade's gaping mouth. "That's it my cock bitch! Suck me!" Mark stated. While Wade was sucking Mark's large cock the best he knew how, Mark opened the knife and bent over. Wade screamed around Mark's hard member as Mark cut open the longest scar on Wade's back.

Wade couldn't help but gag on Mark's cock, the tears were chocking him. Mark yanked his cock from Wade's mouth and tossed him to the floor. The opened wound hitting the dirty basement floor. "Ahhh" Wade screamed in pain as the dirt entered the cut. "Over on your stomach bitch." Mark demanded. Wade knew what was going to happen next. He shook his head no and screamed the word "Nexus". That was the first time Wade had ever needed to use his 'safe word'.

"That's not going to work. Roll over now!" Mark demanded once more. Mark grew tired of waiting so he forcefully turned Wade over. He wasted no time in ramming into Wade. Blood seeped from Wade's torn hole. "Nexus, nexus,nexus" Wade continued to cry out the safe word to no one. The word falling on deaf evil ears.

Mark rammed his cock all the way in, then completely out, only to do it again and again. "Yeah so damn tight my cock slut. I bet you are loving every inch of it!" Mark exclaimed. Wade could not fight, Taker was just too much. "Nexus, nexus" was the only reply Mark received back. Mark chuckled darkly. "No safe word will save you" Mark pulled out of Wade one last time and shot his hot seed over Wade's gashed and bleeding back. "Ahhhh fuck!" Wade screamed out as the salty substance stung his opened cut badly.

Wade prayed for the first time in his life. He prayed the nightmare of a punishment would end. Sadly Wade knew it was just the beginning...

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