CHAPTER 2

The Undertaker sat in his room thinking about his new followers. He liked the way the leader if the Brood obeyed and hoped the others would obey the same. The tall one seemed to be the obedient type, but then the small one. What about him? Lord Undertaker had at least gotten a 'hello' out of the tall one, but the small one had said nothing to him. The Undertaker slowly rose from where he had been seated and called in The Acolytes, Farooq and Bradshaw. The Undertaker looked at them.

" I want you to bring me the small one of the new followers."

The Acolytes nodded and left. The Undertaker shook his head. He was going to have to remember the small one's name one day. He knew the leader was named Gangrel and the tall one was Edge, but for some reason the small one's name didn't come to him. Suddenly, there was a knock at the door. The Undertaker shook his head to bring him out of his thoughts. He opened the door and there stood the small one. He allowed him in and gestured for him to sit down. The small one looked at him for a moment, then complied. The Undertaker sat across from him. He had a feeling that this one would be the most of his problems. He had a feeling deep inside of him that told him that this particular member of The Brood would probably be the one getting disciplined the most. Finally, The Undertaker lifted his eyes to look at his new follower.

" What is your name small one?"

Christian looked at Lord Undertaker. Small one? Christian wanted to giggle, but decided against it. Christian swallowed hard, forcing himself to meet the eyes of his leader.

" Christian."

Christian knew his own voice was barely a whisper, but while saying his name to Lord Undertaker, Christian didn't even know if he had heard him. He was proven wrong when Lord Undertaker nodded at him.

" Christian..."

The Undertaker liked how the name sounded as it rolled off his tongue. He narrowed his eyes at the younger man.

" Did your sire tell you why you are here, Christian?"

Christian nodded slowly, watching Lord Undertaker get seemingly irritated that he wasn't speaking. The Undertaker stood.

" Do you speak at all?"

Christian almost nodded as a reply, but instead he looked up at Lord Undertaker.

" Yes, Lord Undertaker."

The Undertaker couldn't help but smile. Christian was well behaved from what he could tell. He dismissed the Brood member without another question and sat on the end of his bed. He found himself muttering about Christian as he looked down. He couldn't believe what had happened. He had gotten hard looking at Christian. The Undertaker rolled his eyes and discarded his clothes. He reached down and slowly began to stroke himself. He hadn't done this in so long and he knew it wouldn't take him long. He imagined Christian still sitting there, watching him. The Undertaker had to bite his lip from as he decided he needed more than just his hand and thrust two fingers deep into his ass. No longer able to hold back anymore, he bit into his lip hard as he came hard while furiously f*cking himself in the ass. It seemed like an eternity passed before he stopped cumming. He tore his fingers from him ass and laid down and looked at the ceiling. He shook his head. Never again, he thought. Never again.

TBC?