A/N: Souless666, I am going to do my damned best to impress you in this chapter (no more crappy BJs, hee hee); Renna33, don't worry, Jeffy'll be okay… eventually.
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Jeff didn't like the look in Raven's eyes. He stood there, staring at him quietly, a half-smile painted on his odd features. As he returned the man's gaze, the young Hardy wondered uneasily what sociopathic thoughts could possibly be running through his deranged mind. Jeff looked away, finally deciding that he didn't want to know.
Besides, he had more immediate issues to deal with.
Mark had decided that he and Raven deserved a show, as they'd gone through all the trouble to plan this little party. The two of them were currently sitting in old wooden chairs they'd found in the corner, staring at him expectantly. Jeff stood in the center of the room, naked, staring back, his hands firmly blocking his privates. He knew if he didn't start doing something soon, Mark was going to come over and start making his own fun.
"So what am I supposed to do?", Jeff said, unable to hide the anger in his tone.
Raven pulled Mark close to him, and whispered in his ear. When he finished whatever he'd been saying, he licked slowly down the Phenom's sensitive earlobe, drawing a shudder and a shaky grin. Mark's eyes opened then, and his dark gaze turned towards his prisoner.
"Sit down." Jeff took a seat across from them, on a filthy old couch with the stuffing hanging out in places. He bent forward and crossed his arms in an effort to cover his nudity.
Mark studied him with narrowed eyes, cocking his head slightly. "Sit back, Jeffrey, and spread those pretty legs for us."
Jeff didn't move. "Show me proof that my brother is safe, and I'll do it."
The Undertaker laughed at him, the sound ugly and cruel. "You'd better open those legs, you little whore, or I just might just drag your brother in here to join in the fun."
The young Hardy stared, desperate to keep his face impassive.
"Oh please, Marky, can we bring his brother in to join in the fun anyway?", begged Raven. The psycho was running filthy and broken fingernails up and down the Phenom's arm in clumsy patterns. He seemed fascinated by the man's bulging muscles.
Mark glared at him, though Raven didn't seem to notice. Pulling his arm away, he said gruffly, "You can fuck Matt until he bleeds. Or just play with him. I don't give a shit. In fact, why don't you? It'll mean more of this filthy little slut for me." He grinned wickedly at the thought.
He turned his attentions back to Jeff, who had watched the exchange with more than a bit of fear.
"You think I won't hand your brother over to this sick fuck?", he said, smiling widely, "I'd do it, with pleasure." Raven giggled.
Ignoring him, Mark strode across the floor, and grabbed Jeff's abused throat. The frightened Enigma could no longer find the heart to glare at him.
"Now spread your legs, like the whore you are."
He released Jeff's throat with a last, warning squeeze, and walked back to his chair. Raven was grinning like a mad clown, and Mark's openly lewd expression was hardly comforting.
Wishing he was anywhere else, knowing that he had no choice but to obey, Jeff leaned back into the hard cushions of the ancient couch. His long, pale legs began to part very slowly, until they finally afforded his captors a very open view of his flaccid cock. Mark and Raven stared, gazing at him ravenously. The young Hardy looked away, ashamed. He heard Mark rise again, and his heart began to beat faster, though he didn't move.
The Undertaker bent down, as if to if to inspect his member more closely. Before Jeff could react, he pulled out a cock ring and slipped it deftly onto the younger man's dick, tightening it with a flourish.
Jeff winced at the uncomfortable feel of the thing, and moved to adjust it.
"Touch it and I get Matt", growled Mark threateningly. Jeff quickly pulled his hand back. He watched bitterly as the Deadman resumed his seat.
"Now", instructed the Undertaker, a crooked smile on his face, "You're gonna play with yourself. And you're gonna moan, and writhe, and thrust, just like a dirty little slut. But you won't get to cum until I say you can." Jeff watched in morbid fascination as Raven licked slowly up Mark's neck. "Let's go, Jeffrey. Grab your cock."
Jeff couldn't believe what he was hearing. This was fucking degrading. But, if Mark and Raven actually had tucked Matt away somewhere, he had to. He didn't have a choice.
Closing his eyes, he tried desperately to tune out his surroundings. He slowly began to stroke himself, rubbing up and down the shaft, letting his cock slowly harden. Mark wanted him to put on a show, to play a sex-starved little bitch. If it would keep the focus on him, instead of his brother, well, he would give these fucks the show of their lives. Jeff had survived worse.
The young Hardy continued a steady pace, stroking his cock roughly. He knew Mark liked it rough, and, by the looks of things, Raven's tastes seemed to parallel his. Jeff reached down with his other hand, and began to play with his balls. He continued to masturbate his rock-hard dick. A small moan escaped his lips.
"He moans like a little whore, Marky", Raven observed.
Jeff let out a breathy whimper, just to tease the sick fuck.
He had to suppress a grimace when he noticed that both members of his little audience had whipped out their cocks, and were unabashedly jerking off as they watched him. He looked away, and tried very, very hard to concentrate on his task. He could do this, god dammit.
Jeff spontaneously decided to change position, lying down on his back. One hand continued to slowly, languorously play with his hardened member. He pushed the first two fingers of his other hand into his mouth, and began sucking on them. He let out a sluttish moan for the benefit of those watching.
Now that his fingers were moistened, he reached around back and began to push them into his asshole. He gasped and thrust his hips into the air, trying to get his fingers inside of his tight hole.
"Mmmmm…", Jeff whimpered.
He finger-fucked his asshole, roughly probing in and out. He also resumed stroking his cock, hard and fast. He felt it building, building. Soon, that god damn cock ring would have to go.
"You like us watching. You like being forced, you fucking little bitch", growled Raven, who was pumping his cock so hard it looked as if it might fall off.
"You're thinking about blowing Raven earlier, you fucking little whore, aren't you?", the Deadman's voice was slightly unsteady as he neared his climax, "Tell him! Say it!"
Jeff was putting on the performance of a lifetime. He let out a very sluttish whimper as he ran his hands up the underside of his ball sac. "Mmm, I want… Raven's cock… in my mouth…", Jeff licked his lips as he panted hard, "Need… swallow…" He trailed off.
The young Hardy was growing close to climax. He raised his hips, bucking in futile motions. He wanted to rip the cock ring off and paint the walls with his cum. It was beginning to hurt.
"Mmmm….. Ohhh godd!", he cried, "Please, Mark!"
The Undertaker and Raven had both risen, and were studying him closely, near-identical smirks on their insane faces. They looked at each other, and seemed to share the same thought. Even in his current state, Jeff didn't like the possible consequences of such an interaction.
He watched as Raven sauntered over to him. His eyes were beginning to tear from the inability to release his seed.
"Get up, bitch."
Jeff stared at him, not knowing what to think of this man ordering him around.
"NOW!"
He rose quickly to his feet.
"You want the cock ring off?", Raven asked, his ever-present grin plastered on his pale face, "Then you'll bend over for me. Now."
Jeff glanced at Mark, before doing as he was told. God dammit.
He was fucked, quick and hard, and it hurt like hell. When Raven did it, Jeff thought the lining of his asshole was going to fall out onto the floor in a bloody heap.
He screamed, and the more he screamed, the more the sick son of a bitch got off. Jeff resolved to try and keep quiet the next time around.
When the two of them were done, and Raven was sitting comfortably on the couch, humming to himself, and Jeff was curled in on himself on the wooden floor, shaking, Mark swept in and removed the cock ring. He held his hand under Jeff's throbbing and reddened member.
"Cum for me, slut."
Jeff stared up at him, almost incredulous, before allowing himself his release. He collapsed back onto the floor, and closed his eyes.
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"So, what do you think?", Mark asked, a smirk painted on his features.
He and Raven were gazing down at Jeff, who had passed out after their previous "session". He lay, naked, curled into a protective ball. Every so often he would twitch, or grimace, as if in pain.
"Oh, he's perfect", Raven replied, grinning, his eyes running over the young Hardy's exposed form, "Just defiant enough to be fun, and, god, so, so pretty." He licked his lips.
Mark nodded thoughtfully. Suddenly, he began walking towards the door.
"Where the hell are you going?"
"Stay here and watch him", growled Mark, "You can play with him if you want, but just remember that it's my toy that you're borrowing. You break, you die."
"Alright, but where are you going, man?"
"Relax, Raven. I'm just heading over to the storage shed."
"And what the fuck is over there?"
"A few of my more... dangerous sex toys. Oh, and brother Matty, all nice and tied up for us. Don't you think it's time he got in on the fun?"
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Oh, God. The Hardys are in deep shit now! What will happen next?!
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