WARNING!-This has non-con in it.
'Leave him unmarked.' Derrick had said and Brock obeyed, not getting paid even a micro fraction of what he was getting from Vince and his family, but money was money, his weakness, whether it was a measly twenty or several million.
It was good to be greedy and have a huge ego, his way of life.
Studied the fallen form, while waiting for Bateman's next command.
Wondered what punishment this little freckled freak was going to suffer.
These people were equivalent to movie villians, they had him tied up in some unused warehouse out in Nowhere-Land.
Derrick, who was smug, gloating and mixing up something in a syringe behind him.
Brock was nearby, counting his cash.
And Referee Armstrong was right in his face, stroking his chin, sighing, calling him 'Beautiful' and 'Gorgeous' over and over.
'Can I have him now?'
'Have fun, but DON'T damage him! I need that face, the body unmarked.'
Armstrong giggled, actually giggled, a shrill crazed laugh.
'I'll clean him after.'
'Don't bother, I'll take a shower.' Derrick filled the syringe full.
Heath's eyes bulged, uncovered, restraints but no blindfold. These creeps, they WANTED him to see what awful things they had planned.
And Jinder thought the Wyatts were the ones to fear.
He forgot this thought, shook from his brain when Armstrong plunged into him, a pair of referee pants dropped on top of pulled down to his ankles jeans.
Heath didn't fight, for one, it'd make things worse and second, he couldn't anyway.
At least Road Dogg's relative used a condom.
small favors.
Armstrong yelped and shuddered behind him, a faint collapse, a huge grin.
Then went for his mouth, prying it open, poking his gums with gooey fingers, then probing, frantic penis.
It barely hurt. He was used to Wade, who was much bigger, over twice the size, used to Drew's racehorse length, used to Justin's wild bouncing atheleticism.
He only wanted it to end, to go home.
Armstrong finished and sprawled out, beaming, an insane sunbeam.
Derrick wore a wicked nasty grin, worse than the other two men had.
Tiny ant bite, stinging pin prick pain.
Then he was melting.
His skin was melting, changing shape and color.
So was Derrick's.
faces altered, hair lengthened and shortened, tattoos vanished and reappeared, anatomical magic trick.
Heath gasped, open mouthed, pop eyed, jerked and squirmed in the ropes around him.
His own face in front of him.
His body,hair,the works.
glanced in awe, in terror down at his body.
Not his any longer, but Derrick's.
Derrick kept the grin, reached up and kissed him on the forehead, practicing Wyatt, before knocking him aside.
'I have your identity now.'
Another slap, on the side of the side. Practicing Gibbs.
'and I'm taking My Husband all for myself also.'
