A/N: Souless666, you're absolutely right, Mark didn't think any of the consequences through. I wanted to write him with a bit of a sociopathic nature, in that he wouldn't care about such details. Neroanne, thanks for the review, and the Toy Box came from an earlier chapter of this ridiculous story. :) Renna33, don't worry, Jeff and Matt will be just fine, eventually… ;)
Thanks to all who review. WWE owns all, I own not a thing.
Jeff fell to the floor bonelessly as he was released from the chains, causing him to land hard on his side. Every inch of him ached, inside and out.
Mark stood over him, a smirk upon his lips. His dark eyes roved slowly over the young Hardy's toned musculature, and his bruised and bleeding flesh. His eyes were closed, his face drawn in fear and pain. Mark could not recall having seen a more beautiful sight.
The Deadman pushed him in the gut with his foot, forcing Jeff to roll over onto his back with a pained groan. The young Hardy blinked open glazed eyes to look up at his captor. Mark, grinning, placed his foot on Jeff's neck, effectively restricting his air flow. Hardy's eyes grew wide, and he grabbed onto the Undertaker's ankle in a panic, trying desperately to push him off. The man was immovable.
"What's wrong, Jeffrey? Hmmm?" He pushed down on the younger man's throat, increasing the pressure. Jeff let out a dry, choking noise. "When you first came to me, you said you were up for anything, remember? You said you wanted to be punished. You got on your knees and begged for it, you little slut." Mark's eyes narrowed. Tears rolled down the sides of Jeff's face, pooling beneath his temples. "Now all you do is whine", growled the Deadman, "You deserve every bit of punishment you get, because you asked for it, Jeffrey. Always remember that you came to me." The young Hardy's eyes were beginning to roll back in his head.
Across the room, Matt was waking up. He was throbbing in places he'd never thought he'd feel pain in. Groaning softly, he began to rise slowly to all fours.
"Oh, you're just on time to see the show", Raven said, jumping onto his back and bringing him back down to the floor. Matt struggled against the lunatic for a moment, before suddenly freezing. He heard soft choking sounds, coming from the other end of the room. What the hell…?
Raven grabbed his hair, pulling his head up roughly.
"Looks like Jeffrey's gonna get fucked again! Poor kid."
Matt ignored the psychotic man's taunts, and concentrated on his baby brother, who, by all appearances, was being strangled to death slowly by the Undertaker's foot.
He growled low in his throat.
"Get the fuck off of him", Matt said, his eyes boring holes into Mark's skull.
Mark laughed at the threatening tone in the older Hardy's voice. He had to admit that the kid had balls. He smiled crookedly. He might have to have another go with him later.
These Hardy brothers were too much fun.
Mark stepped off of Jeff's neck. The young Hardy rolled into a tight fetal position, and covered his face. He gulped huge breaths, coughing occasionally. The Deadman had no sympathy.
"Get up, bitch."
Across the room, Raven giggled, and continued to yank on Matt's hair. The older Hardy grunted in pain.
Knowing it would be worse for him, or perhaps for Matt, if he didn't comply, Jeff rose shakily to his feet.
"Matty, are you okay?", he asked, ignoring the lunatic on his brother's back.
"Yeah, Jeffro, I'm fine", the older Hardy answered softly, giving his brother a reassuring smile. Raven began to lick up the side of his face then, and disgust and fury peeked out from behind Matt's mask of calm strength.
Jeff looked away, not wishing to see anymore.
He felt the huge arms of the Undertaker wrap around his abused, naked form, holding him possessively. Jeff stood, taut and uncomfortable, as Mark began to play with his nipples, flicking them and twisting them painfully. He stood completely still as the man stroked his cock, making him hard against his will.
Taking the younger Hardy's shoulders in a rough grip, the Undertaker roughly guided him around so that they were facing each other.
Jeff glared at the floor, his hands balled into white-knuckled fists. "Get it the fuck over with", he rasped, his voice box not recovered from the abuse it had endured.
Mark laughed, enjoying every second of this. He bent to the open suitcase on the floor. The Deadman immediately opted for the side zipper compartment on the left, which was bulging to the point that it barely closed. He felt around for a second, before producing two small metal nipple clamps.
Mark opened one, then let it close tightly, and painfully, onto one of Jeff's tender nipples. The young Hardy whimpered.
He flicked the edge of the metal clip, causing a small tendril of pain to shoot throughout Jeff's body. The Enigma arched his back, and made a clumsy attempt to back away. Mark only trapped Jeff's slender waist, and held him prone.
"Please… don't…" The young Hardy's voice shook. He was eyeing the other nipple clamp with dread.
Mark pulled on Jeff's other nipple, twisting the hardened bud between his thumb and forefinger. "Mmmm, you beg so sweetly, little bitch."
He ran his thumb across Jeff's lips once, before pushing it into the heat of his mouth. The Enigma let out a choked whimper. Jeff's eyes began to tear as Mark's finger probed the depths of his mouth, moving the thick digit in and out, in and out.
"Leave my brother the fuck alone!", yelled Matt, struggling under Raven's weight.
Mark sighed, annoyed that his little session with Jeff had been interrupted. He'd just been getting a hard-on. He pulled his thumb roughly out of Jeff's mouth, and glared over at his partner for the night.
"I'm tired of hearing that one's mouth", he growled, "Stick something in there so he'll shut up."
Jeff reacted immediately to this, trying desperately to get away from Mark so he could help his brother. The Undertaker hit him, however, bringing him to his knees and sending him reeling.
Raven fought a hard battle with Matt, elbows and fists flying as they rolled around on the floor. The older Hardy used every trick in the book in order to try and free himself from the lunatic. In the end, however, the Deadman's strange accomplice managed to best him. Matt ended up on his back, his arms pinned at his sides by Raven's legs. The lunatic had a decidedly awful grin on his frightening face. Matt couldn't move; he was trapped.
"Jeffy, turn around. Don't watch", Matt said, trying to keep his voice steady for his poor baby brother, who looked like he might be sick at any minute.
"Oh, he's going to watch every second of this", said Mark, his voice grating and obviously angry, "Let's get on with it."
Raven pulled out his erection, and rubbed the head of it across Matt's lips and chin. The older Hardy moved his head away, disgusted.
"Open sesame", murmured Raven happily. He reached down and grabbed Matt's chin forcibly, pulling his mouth open with painful force. Glaring, Matt grit his teeth, attempting to keep his mouth shut.
"Open your mouth for me, little bird", said Raven, his voice musical.
Matt only continued to glower at his attacker, his dark eyes alight with rage. Raven, grinning widely, punched him, hard. The Hardy's head bounced against the floor, resulting in a breathless, painful haze that lasted several long, drawn out moments.
Raven, grinning his feral grin, grabbed his cock and began to position it on Matt's slack lips.
"No! Stop it!" Jeff pulled against the iron grip of the Undertaker, one arm trapped, the other reaching out in desperate futility towards his brother.
Raven turned his black eyes towards the younger Hardy as he pushed his cock into Matt's mouth. He smirked tauntingly, eliciting a furious glare from Jeff. Matt's eyes shot open as the realization that he was choking on a strange man's dick suddenly hit him.
He mumbled incoherent, angry protests around Raven's cock, renewing his struggles full-force.
"Suck me off, you little slut", laughed Raven, as he began to fuck Matt's mouth roughly, "Oh, and you can bite all you want. I like it rough." The older Hardy couldn't stifle a distressed moan as Raven continued his assault.
Mark, on the other side of the room, bent over and wrapped a hand around Jeff's bruised neck. The younger Hardy, still on his knees, looked up at the Undertaker with wide, frightened eyes, not sure what he was going to do. With surprising swiftness, the Deadman swept in and attached the other nipple clamp, eliciting a surprised yelp from the Enigma. Sneering, the Undertaker reached down between Jeff's legs and grabbed his flaccid cock, squeezing it painfully and pulling a ragged gasp from the young Hardy.
"Stay", he said in a low, threatening voice.
Miserable, trying very hard to block the sounds of his brother's rape, Jeff closed his eyes and curled in on himself. A muffled cry came from across the room, and it made him want to die. He had to get Matty out of here. Mark was right, in that this was his fault; he'd approached the psychotic Deadman first. He would rectify that mistake. This would end, one way or another, tonight.
"Spread your pretty legs, whore", ordered Mark when he returned. His fathomless eyes were cold as he appraised Jeff, as if he'd somehow heard the defiant thoughts running through the younger man's mind.
Hardy complied slowly, his eyes continually traveling back to his brother and the lunatic. He winced at the disturbing tableau.
Mark took Jeff's chin roughly, forcing him to look at him. He gazed up at the Deadman with an open, earnest expression, fraught with anger and determination to protect his brother at all costs.
"You're such a pretty little thing", mused Mark, his eyes hard on Jeff's face, "But I don't like it when I see disobedience in my bitches. And you, Jeffrey, have been trying my patience all night."
Jeff glared at him. "You're god damn right I have. And I'll continue to, as long as you keep us here."
Mark slapped him across the face, hard. Jeff's head flew back, the breath leaving his body. He chastised himself silently. He should've expected that.
Across the room, he could hear Raven climaxing. The very thought of it made him sick. Matt was making muffled noises of protest. Jeff didn't want to look. He closed his eyes, and prayed that when that sick freak was done with him, they would both turn their attentions back to him.
"Jeffrey", a soft voice, whispered in his ear. Not angry, not commanding, not frightening. This was the voice of the Mark he'd known at the beginning, before it had all gone to shit. It was the voice that had lured an unwitting Jeff in, before the Deadman had gotten possessive, and abusive. It was the voice of pure seduction.
"Come over to the couch", Mark said softly, helping the young man to rise, and leading him with a strong arm around Jeff's waist. The young Hardy, confused and a little afraid, allowed himself to be led, wondering what his captor could possibly have in store for him now.
Across the room, Raven was roughly caressing every inch of Matt's unyielding body, enjoying the feel of the taut muscles tensing beneath his smooth skin.
"Yummy", he said to himself, ignoring the acidic glare Matt shot him.
"What's he doing to my brother?", the older Hardy asked, his tone icy.
Raven smirked arrogantly, brushing a stray lock of dark hair out of Matt's face. "You know, little bird, you really shouldn't ask such stupid questions. He'll do whatever he feels like doing, because he owns your slut of a brother, and has for quite a while now. And now, he owns you as well."
This infuriated Matt, and he began to struggle anew, kicking and pushing his hips up and down in an effort to throw the man off of him. Raven, however, was immovable, and simply laughed at his attempts. Matt let out a cry of frustration, letting his head fall back to the hard wooden floor.
"Ah, don't you fret", Raven laughed, "Pleasure us, and you'll be fine. Just fine."
"Jeffrey, look at me", said Mark, a quiet smile on his face.
The young Hardy was seated on the couch, his hands crossed over his lap in a vain effort to cover at least part of his nudity. At the Undertaker's quiet command, he found himself obeying, his wide green eyes looking upwards.
Mark smiled at the younger man's immediate obeisance. When he spoke, his voice was gentle, even if his words were not. "In all of our time together, all of the times you got on your knees before me, all of the times I fucked you, you've begged for my cock more times than I can count." He paused for a moment, and gently stroked Jeff's face in the spot where he had, just minutes before, slapped it. Jeff tensed, not understanding where Mark was going with this. The Deadman sighed, and took his hand away.
"But you on your knees, begging, pleading for me to fuck you, it was never real." Jeff stared.
"Mark, what-?"
"Shut up, Jeffrey. I'm not finished." His voice had taken on its old timbre. He'd sounded angry, commanding. Jeff, brow furrowed in confusion, shut up.
The Undertaker fell to his knees in front of the young Hardy. He slowly, ever so slowly, began to push Jeff's legs apart.
"I'm going to make you beg for it", he growled, his voice rough with lust and dominance, "By the time I'm finished with you, you'll be on all fours, mewling, begging like the slut you are for my big, hard cock."
Jeff glared. "Go fuck yourself."
Mark just smirked, and grabbed the younger man around his slender waist.
Before Jeff could react, Mark took his flaccid member into his mouth, his hand wrapped tightly around its base. Jeff couldn't stop himself from arching into his grip, and letting out a deep, lusty moan. He wasn't sure he'd ever had a blowjob that was this well-executed. He'd become hard almost immediately, his cock stiffening inside the heat of the Undertaker's skilled mouth. The Deadman sucked on the shaft, moving his lips up and down, fucking him with his mouth. Mark's skilled fingers gently cupped Jeff's balls, playing with them, rolling them around. He licked every inch of his cock, coating it with his saliva, lapping up pre-cum from the tip. Jeff moaned again. He was trying so hard not to give in, but fuck, this felt good…
Jeff opened his eyes, and through the haze of pleasure, looked across the room. Raven was sitting on top of his brother, a very obvious hard-on resting on Matt's chest. Jeff scowled. He wouldn't allow his brother to be raped again.
Quickly schooling his features into a façade of wanton lust, Jeff let out a sluttish whimper, and squirmed in his seat, spreading his legs wider.
"Oh fuck, Mark", he whispered, "Mmmmmm…"
Mark glanced up at the younger man, his dark eyes full of triumph. Jeff glanced down, and saw that he was hard as a rock. Wait for it, Jeff, he told himself, You don't want him to bite your dick off.
"I want your cock inside me", Jeff begged, his hips thrusting towards Mark, forcing the larger man to deep throat him. But that had been all the Deadman had needed to hear. He pulled away, and Jeff couldn't stop himself from letting out a small, frustrated whimper as a result of the loss. Mark grinned, and opened his mouth to taunt Jeff for not being able to resist his cock.
He never got a chance to say a word.
Jeff's foot connected with Mark's face, in a stunning blow that brought him to the floor.
"Son of a bitch!", yelled Raven, who began to get up off of the older Hardy. His eyes were locked on Jeff, and what he'd foolishly done to Taker.
Matt took advantage of the distraction and punched the lunatic square in the jaw, bringing him to the ground. Raven rubbed his jaw and looked over at the older Hardy.
"That was a mistake, you little bitch", he said softly.
The lunatic rose to his feet and, without warning, ran towards Matt, head down, as if he meant to head-butt him. Matt stepped quickly out of the way.
Raven ran into the wall head-first, and sank slowly to floor. He did not rise this time.
Jeff had had less luck with Mark, however. The Deadman was stunned for only a second, which was enough time for Jeff to pick up the nearest weapon he could find: the black suitcase, Mark's Toy Box. The Undertaker, infuriated, rose to his full imposing height, looking down at the shorter Hardy.
Jeff glared at him, holding the black suitcase in front of his body like a shield. His eyes flicked to the other side of the room, where his brother was fighting with Raven.
His gaze flitted over to the exit. It seemed so far away.
"I was going to make it easy on you, you little slut", said Mark venomously, "But you always have to do things the hard way, don't you?"
Jeff knew that he'd failed in his escape attempt as he studied his captor. He also knew, with a terrible certainty, that he and Matty wouldn't get another chance. Nonetheless, he clung to the suitcase of depravity as if it were his last chance at life.
Mark held out his hand.
"Hand it over."
Jeff felt so tired at that moment. He felt every cut, bruise, and tear on his body. He was tempted at that moment to simply give in, and take whatever punishment followed with the quiet stoicism that he'd shown every other time Mark had abused and raped him.
Something stirred in his gut. Not this time, he told himself. This time was different. This time, Matt was involved.
Jeff looked into Mark's face. Shifting the suitcase to a two-handed grip, Jeff swung around, and moved to strike the Undertaker square in the jaw with the unwieldy object.
The Deadman moved out of the way. When the young Hardy realized he'd missed, a look of horror crossed his face. The Undertaker swept forward quickly, and grabbed the Toy Box out of Jeff's shaking hands, throwing it to the ground behind him.
"You fucking little whore!", yelled Mark. He punched Jeff in the face, stunning him, adding to the map of cuts and swelling bruises that were already accumulating there. He grabbing the back of Jeff's neck and viciously dragging him over to the couch, ignoring his struggles.
The young Hardy tried desperately to pull away, but couldn't free himself from the man's iron grasp. Mark threw him over the arm of the couch, and without any preparation or warning, thrust into him. Jeff screamed in pain.
"You… will learn… to obey me, bitch", panted Mark, his words nearly drowned out by Jeff's sobbing cries.
Suddenly, Jeff felt him jerk spasmodically, and then the large man collapsed on top of him. He didn't move, didn't breathe. He could feel the blood seeping from his abused asshole. He could feel every injury on his body. Tears leaked down his face, seeping into the dirty couch cushions.
"Jeffro?", came the hesitant voice of his brother after a moment, "Are you alright?"
"Matty?", he nearly sobbed with relief, "Get him off of me. He's still inside of me…"
Matt helped to ease the unconscious Deadman off of Jeff.
Tears were leaking out of Jeff's bloodshot green eyes, as he stared at Mark with a slightly numb expression on his battered face. Slowly, he reached up and removed the nipple clips, one at a time, wincing as he did so.
Matt watched him, concern evident on his face.
"Jeffro?", he said softly.
The younger man, whose tear-filled eyes hadn't moved from Mark's unconscious face, jumped a little when Matt said his name. His gaze shifted to take in his brother.
Matt was holding the Toy Box, the corner of which was matted with a bit of hair and blood.
"We've gotta find some clothes, and we've gotta get the hell out of here, baby bro. Who knows how long they'll be out?"
Jeff nodded slowly. When Matt started moving, so did he.
Five minutes later, they'd dressed in Raven's and Mark's clothes, and slipped out of the front door.
Twenty minutes later, Mark woke up.
He didn't even have to look to know the Hardys had escaped. His gut clenched in anger at the thought of losing Jeff. And after all the preparation that had gone into tonight…
Growling, he moved across the room in three long strides and kicked the sleeping Raven square in his gut. He coughed, spluttering, as he opened his eyes and sat up.
"Get up, you worthless bag of shit", growled Mark, "They escaped."
Raven waved it off. "So what? We had our fun. Let them wander in the woods for days."
Mark grabbed him by the neck, dragging the strange man to his feet. "Jeff belongs to me", the Undertaker snarled, "His disobedience will be punished, god dammit!"
Raven glowered, resigning himself to a night of trampling through a cold and wet forest. "Let's go, then", he said, moving towards the door, "I have a suitcase in my truck with some spare clothing in it."
Mark grinned, and followed. That little bitch would pay.
Let the chase begin.
The Hardys just squeaked out of that one, eh? Lucky boys. But it's not over quite yet. They have to find their way through the woods, to civilization, with Mark and Raven on their tails. And Mark is piiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiised off!!!!!! Not a happy scenario for our handsome heroes.
Check in next time to find out if they find a town, if they keep their sanity, and if they survive! Oh boy, this is getting good! :)
(Oh yeah, and review, if you feel like it.)