Jeff had been taken to the hospital to be checked out. He tried to argue with Matt that he was alright, but Matt insisted. One, he wanted to be sure that Jeff wasn't seriously hurt and two, he didn't want Jeff around to witness what he was about to do.
Matt made his way to Undertaker's locker room. He let out a breath he didn't realize he was holding and knocked on the door. Nothing. He knocked again, louder this time. Still nothing . He wasn't sure why, but he slowly and quietly opened the door and cautiously stepped in. He was surprised that it looked like any other locker room. He shook he head and laughed quietly to himself. What was he expecting, really? It was obvious that the Undertaker wasn't here and Matt made the quick decision that he would deal with this some other way and started to back out of the room. He turned to leave, but stopped short. Undertaker stood in the doorway.
Matt gulped and took a step back as Undertaker entered the room, shutting the door behind him. Matt shifted from foot to foot, uncomfortable with the way the man just stood there, staring at him, not saying a word. The bigger man crossed his arms and casually leaned back against the door. Matt couldn't take it anymore. He felt like a bug under a magnifying glass. "Stop it," he said softly.
Taker smirked. "Stop what, Mattie boy?" He still hadn't moved, blocking Matt's way out of the room.
"You know what," Matt hissed. "This," he swept his hand around the room, "All this."
"No, no, no, Mattie boy," Taker said as he pushed away from the wall. Matt stood his ground as Taker approached, knowing that the larger man was trying to intimidate him. He kept his breathing measured as Taker brought a hand to his cheek and caressed it. The gesture would seem endearing from someone else, but Matt knew that this was part of Taker's sick game with him. He couldn't do this. He pushed Taker's hand away from his face. "Don't touch me," he stated as he walked around Taker and towards the door.
Matt's breath came out with a grunt as he was grabbed and slammed against the wall. Taker's big hands were twisted up in his shirt, holding him off the ground. Taker leaned in close. "I told you you'd be mine. I told you you'd be begging." Matt pounded his fists into Taker's sides, desperately trying to get away. Taker's grip tightened and he slammed Matt back again. "Stop fighting me, Matt," he whispered softly. One hand held Matt against the wall, the other dropping to grope Matt's groin. Matt began to struggle again. "Stop!" he yelled as Taker continued running his hand over his body.
Taker pulled Matt away from the wall, punching him in the stomach in the process. Matt doubled over in pain, trying to catch his breath. Taker then punched Matt in the kidney, causing him to drop to his knees. He grabbed a handful of hair and yanked back, forcing Matt to look at him. Taker snarled, "Stop fighting me, boy!"
Matt spit in his face. Taker smiled, then slammed Matt's head into a bench. Matt's vision swirled and he let out a pained groan as Taker kicked him over onto the floor. He tried to cover up as Taker laid into him with a series of vicious kicks, curling up into a ball on the floor, desperately trying to protect himself.
"Stop." The word came out so softly Taker nearly didn't hear it. He kicked Matt one more time. "What was that, boy? Did you say something?" Taker taunted.
"Please stop," Matt whispered. His back hurt, his sides ached, his head was pounding, and he seriously thought that the Undertaker just might beat him to death. "Please…"
"Please what, Mattie boy?" Taker asked, his large form towering over Matt. He nudged Matt in the side with his booted foot. "Let me hear you beg."
"Please, don't hurt me," Matt sobbed.
Taker kneeled down next to Matt and brushed the hair off of his face. "Now was that really so hard?"
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Taker had scooped Matt up from the floor and taken him to his hotel room. Matt lay quietly in the bed, scared to move after the beating Taker had given him. His body and head ached. He could hear Taker moving around the room and squeezed his eyes shut. He silently berated himself, he was not a coward, but this shit with Taker was really freaking him out.
He held his breath when he felt the bed dip under the Undertaker's weight, a large hand settling on his head, fingers running through Matt's hair gently. Matt got the distinct feeling that Undertaker was petting him and it creeped him out even more. They stayed like that for a while, Taker watching TV, hand softly stroking Matt's hair, while Matt lay as still as possible, trying not to draw the larger man's attention.
Taker glanced down at the still form beside him, wondering if the boy was even breathing. Matt hadn't moved since he had put him in the bed. He shifted and pulled Matt towards him. Matt let out a soft groan of pain, but still didn't move. Taker began nuzzling Matt's neck, kissing and biting at him, while his hands moved under Matt's shirt. Taker felt Matt begin to tremble, but continued his exploration of Matt's body. He turned Matt onto his back and removed his shirt. Taker could see the bruises marring Matt's dark skin, and he lightly traced them. Matt shuddered, whether from pleasure or pain, Taker didn't know nor did he care. He pulled Matt's pants off and threw them into the corner of the room.
He stared hungrily at Matt's naked body. It was better than he imagined. Hardy's olive skin was such a contrast on the stark white sheets. Taker raked his gaze up and down the younger man's body and settled on his face. Matt's dark eyes were wide with fear. Taker lowered his lips to Matt's, feeling the boy stiffen beneath him, and forced his tongue into his mouth. He explored Matt's mouth, shoving his tongue deep, leaving Matt breathless when he finally pulled away. He stared at Hardy's swollen lips and flushed face.
Taker returned to kissing Matt and felt his body begin to somewhat relax. He rubbed his hands over Matt's chest, rolling his nipples between his fingers, turning them to hard buds. He dropped his hands further down Matt's body, moving to his groin. He gripped Matt's shaft, causing him to gasp into his mouth, and began to slowly stroke him.
Matt began to struggle beneath him. "Taker, please stop…" he panted. Taker pulled up from Matt's mouth. "I think you can call me Mark," he chuckled. He stopped stroking Matt, and Matt thought that he might get a reprieve. That thought quickly left his mind as he felt a finger enter him. "Mark," he whined, uncomfortable with the sudden intrusion, hands gripping Mark's shoulders. Mark leaned down and swallowed Matt's protest with a kiss. Matt continued to squirm as Mark added another finger. Matt let out a squeak of pain and turned his head, breaking the kiss. "Mark, please stop, please…" Matt begged.
Mark leered down at Matt. "Come on Mattie boy, don't make me hurt you again."
Matt turned his head away from Mark's intense gaze. "I've never done this before," Matt whispered embarrassingly.
Mark continued to stare at the younger man, studying him. He narrowed his eyes. "Do you expect me to believe that you're a virgin, Hardy." He began to move his fingers in and out of Matt as he spoke.
"No, yes, no, I don't know, I-I mean I've never…." Matt gasped as Mark added a third finger.
"Been fucked in ass." Mark cheerfully supplied. "Or sucked dick?"
Matt groaned again as Mark continued stretching his tight hole. "Both," he panted. Mark broke out in a full smile. Not only was he going to have his Hardy boy, he was going to be the first to use that ass and mouth….and the last. No one else would ever touch his Mattie Boy.
Mark twisted his fingers inside of Matt, hitting his prostate, pulling another groan from the younger man. "Please, Mark, stop, I don't want to do this", Matt whined. Mark grabbed Matt's hand, putting it on his cock. "Your body says you do." Matt was surprised to find that he was hard. The Undertaker was molesting him and his body was responding. Matt felt dirty and his face reddened with shame.
Mark smiled as he positioned himself between Matt's legs. He continued to pump his fingers in and out of Matt's tight passage, stretching him further. He wanted Matt to feel the pain when he took him, but he didn't want to tear him. He pulled his fingers out and grabbed a bottle of lube from the night stand, squeezing some into his hand. Matt started to shift away, but Mark stopped him with one hand on his belly. "Stay still," he commanded and Matt immediately stopped moving. Mark stuck his fingers back into Matt, coating his pucker with the lube. He then pushed Matt's legs further open and drove into him in one smooth motion. Matt let out a wail of pain, feeling as though he was being torn in two. One of Mark's hands muffled most of the Matt's cries as he began thrusting into Matt's tight passage slowly. "Sssshhhhh," Mark whispered hotly into Matt's ear, "we wouldn't want the people next door to think I'm raping you or something." He smiled at the glare that Matt gave him. It was quickly replaced by glistening tears as Mark began to move faster and harder.
Matt couldn't stop the tears from falling. He didn't want the Undertaker to see him cry, but the pain was horrible. He had never been with a man before and didn't understand how Jeff could do this, let alone like it. It was like his insides were being ripped apart. Taker seemed to take pleasure in hurting him and his muffled cries seemed to turn him on, pushing him to drive into Matt harder, so Matt tried to hold them in. Taker raised his body and rammed into Matt from a different angle, hitting his prostate, causing a jolt of pleasure to course through Matt's body. He couldn't hold in that cry and Taker seemed to notice the change, thrusting into Matt again with the same result. He grabbed Matt's legs, pushing them farther apart and up towards his chest, allowing him to bury himself further into Matt's body. Matt's breath came out in pants as Taker continued pounding into his ass, hitting his sweet spot, and to Matt's shame driving him closer to orgasm. Matt tried to fight it, to will his body to stop responding, but it didn't work, and he felt his balls tighten up just before he came, the warm liquid splashing on to his stomach.
Mark knew the second his Hardy boy came. Matt's already tight tunnel got that much tighter, muscles spasming, clenching down on Mark's cock, milking his own orgasm. He shoved into Matt roughly and came with a grunt. He lay on top of Matt for a moment before rolling to the side, taking Matt with him, cock still buried in his ass. He brushed Matt's hair to the side and nipped at his neck. Then he latched on, sucking and biting the tender skin, marking the boy as his own. Matt made no attempt to move away, too tired and way too sore at that point to care about an Undertaker-sized hickey.
Mark laid there, wrapped around Matt for a bit, but decided they needed to get cleaned up. Matt let out a slow hiss of pain as Mark pulled out of his body and fresh tears threatened to spill. Matt took several deep breaths to calm himself. He was surprised when Mark lifted him off the bed and carried him to the bathroom, setting him carefully on the toilet lid. Matt sat quietly as Mark started the shower, not sure what to say. Taker had raped him, that was for sure, but Matt had responded to it, even coming, and he could have fought him, but he really didn't, so was it even really rape? Matt was so confused. Taker pulled him up by his hand and guided him into the shower. Matt groaned as the hot water hit his body. He ached all over and the spray felt wonderful. He tensed as he felt Mark's hands on him, but slowly relaxed as he felt his body being washed with a soft cloth.
"So, what now?" Matt asked softly.
Mark's hand moved around Matt's body, softly caressing his chest with the soapy wash cloth. Matt felt Mark's body press against his back and Mark's breath was hot on Matt's neck as he answered. "You're mine," he stated matter-of-factly.
His tone irritated Matt. He was not some fuck toy. "Yeah, so what the hell am I supposed to tell people? I doubt anyone is gonna believe we're dating or something," he said bitterly. He tried to move away from Mark as he spoke, but he felt Mark's big hands fall to his hips, holding him in place.
Mark had every intention of cleaning himself and Matt up and then going to bed. He figured the boy would need to rest, but damn if he wasn't getting hard again. He couldn't help it, rubbing his hands up and down Matt's body and the sight of that firm ass, well who could resist that? "If someone asks," he breathed into Matt's ear, "you only have to tell them one thing." He began to massage Matt's hips as he spoke. "And what would that be?" Matt asked with a sigh. Mark licked up the side of Matt's neck. "You tell them you're mine," he growled, slamming back into Matt's ass. Matt's already sore body was not ready for the second intrusion, and he yelled out in pain. Mark set a harsh pace and Matt knew that only Mark's hands at his waist kept him from collapsing. Mark continued pounding into his sweet Hardy boy and this time he let Matt scream all he wanted.