A/N: Well, here we are again. I know the Raven thing was a bit out of nowhere, but it was just one of those ideas that flies into your brain and lodges there, refusing to leave until you make use of it. Guess I was just trying to be logical: I mean, one psycho is nice, but two psychos are nicer.
Thanks to those of you who review this mess. And, as always, WWE owns all, and I, a lowly peasant, own not a damn thing.
Young children, avert your eyes…
Matt grunted, coming awake with a start. He blinked his eyes several times to clear his vision, furrowing his brow in panicked confusion. He couldn't see anything. He tried to get up and move around, in order to get a sense of his surroundings, but he found that his hands were firmly bound behind him.
It all came rushing back. The car crash. Mark. His brother…
He let his eyes rove the pitch-black room, in hopes that they would adjust to the darkness and give him some clue as to where he was. But there was no window, and no light.
He shivered. It was really cold. He figured he must be in a basement, or some storage building or something that people didn't bother to heat. He listened, and couldn't hear anything.
"Jeff", he whispered, his voice sounding unnaturally loud in his own ears, "Are you here?"
Silence.
"Shit", he muttered.
Slowly, with all the patience he could muster, Matt began to try and work on the ropes. He prayed his baby brother was alright.
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"Get on your knees, slut", Raven ordered, his deep voice full of authority.
Mark stood back slightly, watching. As Raven had done such an excellent job securing this old, abandoned farmhouse for their use, he'd decided to let him have the first go. Besides, he'd heard some crazy shit about this guy, and he wanted to see him work. The Deadman leaned back against the wall, settling in, his eyes intent on the two men in the middle of the room.
"Now!", Raven prompted, his tone no-nonsense.
Jeff stared at the strange man with huge, frightened eyes. He didn't move.
Raven didn't hesitate. He moved in swiftly, and took hold of Jeff's flaccid member over top of his baggy pants. He began to squeeze with increasing pressure. The pain was incredibly strong, and the young Hardy's eyes quickly began to tear.
"When I give you an order, slut, you will obey immediately. Do you understand me?" He gave Jeff's cock another squeeze to emphasize his point. Jeff whimpered.
"Yes." His voice was small, but his eyes glared hatred at Raven.
The mysterious man smiled. "Good. Then get… on… your… knees." He emphasized each word, narrowing his eyes when he saw that Jeff had not moved quickly enough for his taste. He slapped the young Hardy across the face. Jeff cried out.
"Faster, bitch!"
Jeff fell to his knees. Across the room, Mark smiled darkly.
Raven began to slowly circle his victim, running a finger lightly across the bare skin of Jeff's chest, his neck, his back. Hardy jerked every time he was touched. He stared at the floor, expressionless, wondering how he was going to survive another night of being beaten, raped, and used like a cheap whore. Another thought occurred to him then, one that frightened him even more than Raven's lascivious gaze.
"Where's my brother, Mark?", he asked softly, not looking up, "He was with me in the car. What did you do with him?"
Raven stopped his slow circuit, his caressing fingers lying like dead things on Jeff's shoulder. The strange man shared a glance with the Undertaker, who pushed off from the wall and came to stand in front of Jeff. The young Hardy forced himself to meet the big man's eyes, despite his fear.
Mark smiled. "Matt's here, Jeffro. He's right here, with us." Raven let out a high-pitched cackle, followed a moment later by the rumbling baritone laughter of the Deadman. Jeff furrowed his brow in anger and confusion, not getting the joke. All he knew was, he would tear Mark's dick off if he went anywhere near Matt.
"Listen, you twisted fucks", said Jeff, anger giving him a false bravado, "If you've done anything to hurt him-"
"You'll do what, slut?" Raven was leaning over him. The young Hardy's stormy green eyes met the eyes of his captor, who was right up in his face. He looked angry. Hell, thought Jeff, he looked fucking out of his mind. Jeff swallowed nervously. "I don't like being threatened", said Raven, his tone quiet, "especially by little whores whose sole purpose in life it is to suck my cock and like it."
He straightened, and shared a quiet look with Mark, who had moved to stand behind Jeff. The young Hardy felt his hair being roughly grabbed. The Undertaker was gripping the top of his head, holding it in place so that he couldn't turn his face to the side. He closed his eyes tightly. Oh god, oh please. Not again.
"Open your eyes, bitch. I want you to see what you'll be swallowing."
Jeff slowly opened his eyes, not wanting to look. Raven stood there, his dark pants pooling around his ankles, his erect cock pointing at Jeff's mouth. The young Hardy tried to shake his head no, but couldn't move it in either direction, thanks to the Undertaker's deathgrip.
"Stop… stop…"
Mark pushed Jeff's lips onto the head, eliciting a moan from Raven. When Hardy didn't move to take him into his mouth, however, the half-naked man slapped him on the top of his head. Jeff whimpered in pain and fear.
"Let's go, you little whore, it's time for a good mouth fuck. Open up."
Jeff knew that he had no choice. He slowly opened his mouth wide, allowing Raven to slip his dick into the tight, warm heat. The strange man immediately let out a lusty growl as Jeff began to half-heartedly move his lips up and down the shaft of his cock, guided by the Undertaker. Raven quickly decided to take the reins, grabbing Hardy's hair in one hand and holding his head as still as possible with the other. He began to thrust deeply into Jeff's mouth, forcing the terrified Enigma to swallow his thick member as best he could. His thrusts grew more harried and vicious as Raven found himself nearing his orgasm, and the thought never crossed his mind that he could be causing harm to his prisoner's throat. He didn't care. This slut would do as he was told, and like it. He cummed, shooting wave after wave of hot semen into Jeff's bruised throat. As he orgasmed, he wasn't sure what turned him on more: the sound of his dick pounding against the soft skin of Jeff's face, the sound of Mark quietly jerking off behind him as he watched the two of them, or the sound of Jeff's choked cries of pain. Looking down at his captive's sweet mouth still stretched tautly over his dick, he decided it was the latter. He'd have to choke him on his cock again later. That had been fun.
He pulled out, and the young Hardy collapsed to the dirty wooden floor, breathing hard. He was choking, and spitting out any semen he'd managed not to swallow. Raven stood over him, penis in hand.
"Open your mouth, bitch", he ordered. His tone said that he wasn't fucking around.
Jeff's eyes pleaded with him to stop, but he knew there was no way out of this. He did as he'd been told, opening wide.
Raven milked his dick for the last few drops of cum it had left. He expertly shot most of his remaining load right into Jeff's mouth, though some of it ended up in the young Hardy's hair, or dripping down his chin. Raven leaned over Jeff threateningly, speaking quietly into his ear.
"Now swallow it."
Jeff did so, though it made him sick.
"Mmmm, such a good little slut. You were right, Mark. He was definitely worth the wait."
Mark grinned. Raven's little foreplay session had gone beautifully. The man was truly an artist, and, as he saw it, what better canvas to use than Jeff fucking Hardy? Only the best or none at all, as far as he was concerned.
He looked down at the Enigma, who was lying on his side, shaking and staring fixedly at the floor. He looked like he was about to come unglued. Maybe tonight would be easier than he'd hoped.
Mark walked forward, his grace and silence belying his large size. He grabbed Jeff's arm, moving to pull him to his feet. The younger man somehow managed to find the strength to free himself from the Deadman's grip. He quickly rolled away from him, desperate and not thinking entirely rationally. Mark followed, but wasn't quite fast enough to catch him.
"Don't piss me off, Jeff", he growled, stalking towards his prisoner.
"Fuck you!", yelled the young Hardy, steadily backing away towards the door at the other end of the room, "You sick fucks!!! Stay away from me!"
Mark followed closely, a furious glare on his dark face. "Get back here now, you little slut!!"
He was almost to the door. "I'm gonna tell Vince and the police everything, you motherfucker", Jeff snarled, "And we'll see who's on their knees then, sucking cock-"
Raven tackled Jeff to the ground suddenly, eliciting a pained and desperate cry from the young Hardy. In his rage, he'd forgotten all about the other man, who had snuck up behind him. Raven straddled Jeff, putting all of his weight on the younger man's bucking, struggling upper body. He kicked, but could not reach his captor.
"God fucking dammit, let me go!", screamed Jeff.
Raven just stared down at him through a curtain of dark hair, a strange, depraved smile on his face. Jeff glared as he felt the man's very obvious hard-on rub against his chest.
They both turned as they heard Mark's footsteps approaching, slowly. He crouched down, his eyes never leaving Jeff's face.
"Raven here did a fine job breaking you in", he said, his voice quiet and ominous, "Gotta tell you, watching your sweet mouth suck cock is like nothing in the world, Jeffrey." He smiled crookedly. Jeff glared, again struggling in Raven's grip. "But there's one thing that you've never been able to grasp in that pretty head of yours, and that is that it can always, always be worse. You didn't like sucking Raven's dick? Well guess what, Jeffro? I have bad news for you."
Mark stood, looking down at his furious, and terrified, prisoner. "It is about to get much, much worse." He bent over and took Jeff's chin in hand, forcing the younger man to look at him. "Because, now, it's my turn."
Boy oh boy, this doesn't look good. Not at all. For those of you who love and adore Matt, he will have a part to play in this story, though I'm not revealing whether that part will involve being Mark's new toy, or playing Mr. Rescuer to poor Jeffro. I'm a sadistic crazy person, and I make no apologies for it. ; )
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