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The next morning, Speedy woke up, face down on the bed, his head swimming. He had too much to drink. Trying to prove his worth to the Undertaker was worth destroying a part of his liver.

He went to move, but couldn't. That's when he realized that he had been hogtied to the bed. As he struggled to get free, he realized another thing; He was naked.

"Hey!" he said to nobody in particular, "somebody help! Please!"

"Ah," said a very deep voice issuing from the room. "Finally awake."

Speedy looked up. Standing over him was the Undertaker.

"Damn," Speedy said. "Glad to see you."

"Honored," said Taker flatly

"Some night we had huh, Taker?" Speedy said. "You must have bought some hot girls over here and they were into kinky shit. You can untie me now."

"Afraid I can't do that, Speedy," Taker said.

"You're joking right?" Speedy asked. "Good one, ha ha, you go me. Let me go, I feel uncomfortable naked in front of other dudes."

"First off," Taker started. "There weren't any hot women here. Second, I tied you up."

"You tied me up?" Speedy asked, "but why?"

An evil smirk came cross Taker's face.

"Did you actually think that I respect your dumb ass?" Taker said viciously. "Truth is, you're a fucking joke. You're like all of today's sports athletes. Little arrogant pricks acting like thugs. You're a disrespectful, narccissistic jackass who thinks he's more talented than he actually is. I've tolerated you longer than I should have. But last night, that was the straw that broke the camel's back. You disrespected the wrong person.

"You talking about that Italian bitch, Angela?" Speedy asked. "You saw that Taker, she got in my face, the whore!"

"A wise man would have left when Angela tells them," said Taker, his eyes full of hatred as he looked at Speedy. "Angela's got a lot of influence. And most unfortunate for you, she's my friend who I care deeply for. You fuck with her, you fuck with me. I owe her a favor and I'm cashing in on that favor for her. I'm going to teach you how to behave and respect your superiors."

"What're you going to do to me?" Speedy asked. The smugness was gone. Fear was etched on his face, which aggrandized as Taker smiled evily.

"I have a confession," he said, inching closer to Speedy. "I like little sexy young boys like you. Especially when they're disrespectful like you. Makes it much more easier."

"Shit," Speedy said, horrified. "Taker, please, I won't disrespect anybody anymore. I swear to God man, I won't say anything, let me go, please!"

"Yeah, beg me, you little bitch!" Taker said. "Just like the rest of them. Scared little boys in the end."

"Don't do this to me, Taker," Speedy pleaded, tears coming down his face. "Just untie me, I won't breathe a word."

"Too late, Speedy," Taker said. "The little Deadman has risen and he wants to wreck that cute little ass of yours."

Taker unbuckled his belt and unzippsed his jeans, pulling out his long massive member.

"Help!" Speedy yelled through sobs, "somebody fucking help me!"

Taker struck Speedy hard in his already injured jaw.

"I can see you're going to be a problem," Taker said. "I've got something for that."

"He took out a ball gag and put it in Speedy's mouth.

"Buckle up, cowboy," Taker said as he mounted Speedy. "We're going for a ride."

He drove his cock deep into Speedy's rectum. Speedy let out muffle cries of pain as Taker slammed his cock over and over into Speedy's ass.

"You like that, huh Speedy?" Taker said through gritted teeth as his drove his cock in all the way to the hilt. "You a big man now?"

A few minutes later, Taker came, spewing a thick load into Speedy's ass. He collapsed on top of Speedy while taking the ball gag out his mouth. He kissed Speedy on the lips. Tears of pain and humiliation were running down Speedy's face.

"That was sweet wasn't it, boy?" Taker taunted.

"Fuck you!" Speedy spat

Taker grabbed Speedy by the hair and pulled his head back.

"You don't want to piss me off now, do you?" he growled. "I'll fuck you in more ways than this!"

He got up and wiped his cock on the bedsheet. He then examined Speedy. His rectum was bleeding heavily.

"Here's the deal," he said. "Angela knows this old war surgeon who she keeps on the clock. Just incase we get hurt and don't want to people at the hospital or the pigs getting into our business, we call him."

Taker got out his cell phone and dialed Angela's number.

"Hey, Angela," Speedy heard Taker say. "I've taken care of him. Need you to come with Vern."

Taker stood over Speedy waiting for Angela to arrive. Angela arrived 15 minutes later with a tall and powerfully built old man, who had white hair and stubble. Angela took one look at Speedy and let out a low whistle.

"Jeez, Taker," she said. "You did a number on him. I've never seen so much blood from something like that."

"Yeah, well the little punk deserved it," Taker said.

"True," Angela said. "Vern, stitch this piece of shit up. I'll give you five thousand for this."

Vern got out his tootls and went to work. Speedy squealed in pain as Vern tended to his wounds. He heard Angela and Taker snickering in the background, evidently delighted about his pain and humiliation.

"Here you go Vern," Angela said, handing Vern a thick knot of money after he was done," Wait in the car for me."

As Vern left, Angela laid her eyes on Speedy and sneered.

"So," she said, "What did he do when he found out your true intentions?"

"Begged like a little bitch," Taker said harshly. "Fucking pathetic!"

"Figures," said Angela. "Just a big blowhard who's bark is worst than his bite."

"Yeah, they all are," Taker said. "You listen to me, boy, this shit that went down just now is between you and me. But like everything else, it comes at a price."

"Name your price, Deadman," Speedy said, desperately, "fifty grand?"

Taker snorted.

"Bitch, please," he said. I have a fortune. We're not talking money. I'm talking about you. We won't say anything. But the catch is, we own you now. You do what the fuck we tell you to do. When to eat, when to sleep, anything we ask or request of you, you're going to fucking do it."

"If not," Angela said, picking up Speedy's phone and going through his contacts. I'll tell all of your friends from New York, that you've been engaging in homosexual activities. Damage the supposed "street cred you have."

Speedy had a look of horror on his face.

"Yeah, that's right," Angela said. "You're going to wish you were dead."

I wish I was now. Speedy thought.

"What do we do with him now?" Angela asked.

"Untie him," Taker said.

Angela undid the knots in the clothes that Taker used to hog tie him.

"We're leaving now," Taker said to Speedy. "You're not to leave this room, until tomorrow. You get rid of those bloody bedsheets. I swear boy, you breathe one word, you'll fucking regret it, do I make myself clear?"

"Yes," Speedy said miserably.

"Good," Taker said, walking toward the door with Angela. "Enjoy the rest of your morning, sweet cheeks,"

Speedy could hear the both of them laughing as they walked up the hallway.