Thank you to everyone reading, etc. NeroAnne, thank you and thanks for the fave. Yes, Matt's heel turn sucks big time for Jeff and I both look forward to a Hardy vs Hardy feud and at the same time I'm screaming. So I am conflicted. Renna33, I have big plans for Orton. There is a reason he's doing what he's told. He will seem like an ass at times. You'll just have to wait for all that. :) Love you all!

Captive:

Chapter four/ Prisoner
Rated; M/ L,S,V

Randy tapped Jeff on the side of his face to try and get him awake. Whatever drug Edge had used was still doing the trick.

"Jeff? Jeff, wake up." Randy's voice faded in and out of Jeff's consciousness.

He tapped him again, then on the other side.

"Jeff!" Randy shouted.

Jeff's eyes flew open in alarm. Immediately seeing that his dream of being safe on a plane headed to the next venue was a nothing more than a cruel joke played on him by his subconscious.

"Come on. Get your ass up." Randy called again.

"What's the point?" Jeff slurred.

"Well, if you just lay strapped to bed, eventually you'll die."

"I'm not strapped, I'm cuffed. Get it right." Jeff sanpped. Randy wasn't getting a 'good morning'.

"Don't be a fucking smart ass, Jeff." Randy held up something in Jeff's clear view.

Jeff's blood froze when he saw the light reflect off the blade of a very big knife. Jeff stared at it wide-eyed.

"Serrated. You like it?" Randy smiled twisting it to make sure Jeff got a good look at it.

"W..what's the knife for?" Hardy braved asking.

"Just a formality. Incase you try anything funny." Randy unlocked the cuffs.

Jeff sat up very slowly and rubbed his wrists realizing how sore his arms were.

"If you do try any shit.. I have been given permission to gut you like a dog." Randy threatened.

Jeff reluctantly nodded. God, he hated Orton right now. Randy motioned with the knife.

"Let's go. Bathroom first." Randy grabbed Jeff's arm and pulled at him to get up.

Jeff stood up shakey. The steps were hard to take at first seeing how sore he was. He limped as he followed out of the room into the hallway and into the bathroom next door with Randy leading him like a prisoner.

Fuck he was a prisoner-- Edge's prisoner-- and Orton was the goddamn jailer.

Orton shoved Jeff inside, following and flipping on the switch. He shut the door behind him and leaned against it as if it were nothing.

"What are you doing, Randy?" Jeff blinked.

"I can't leave you alone, Jeff. Don't worry.. you haven't got anything I haven't seen." Randy said with an arrogant smirk.

Jeff only flushed with a combination of anger and embarrassment.

"Let's go, we don't have all day. Edge will be here in a couple of hours. He wants you cleaned up and fed."

Jeff exhaled looking down at the toilet. He really did have to pee.

"Oh, fuck! Just get in the shower, clean the fuck up, and take a goddamn piss while you're in there, if you're so goddamn shy." Randy was frustrated. "Unless, you have other business."

Jeff only shook his head. No, he may never shit again.

"Well, get going, Hardy. Time is precious." Randy motioned at the shower.

"You mean whatever money Edge is paying you is precious." Jeff stalked over and looked Orton in the eyes.

"Jeff, don't even think about it." Randy waved the knife at him.

"Why are you doing this, Orton? You don't need the money, I'm sure. Why are you protecting Edge? You shoulda turned his ass in as soon as he confided in you his doing..."

"Back up, Jeff. I don't wanna kill you. Edge don't want you dead. You're useless to him dead." Randy smiled. It was perverted.

"You're just as fucking psycho, Orton." Jeff backed up not trusting Randy wouldn't stab him in the back.

"Get in the fucking shower, you drama queen. Go on, fix the water. I won't stab you if that's your concern. Edge only told me to kill you if you gave me a damn good reason." Randy seemed insulted.

"What have I ever done to you?" Jeff asked. Oddly he was disgusted at The Legend Killer for even doing what he was doing. He knew he shouldn't be surprised.

"Well, let's see, how about when you back dropped me off the stage and then came crashing down on top of me from thirty feet in the air with a Swanton? Sabotaging my time being WWE champion. Then the week before the two-thousand and eight Royal Rumble, when Mr. McMahon demanded we shake hands. I offered you my respect and you threw it back in my face and then gave me the Twist of Fate." Randy pointed out.

"You kicked my brother, man. You kicked him in the head, you asshole!" Jeff countered. It still made his blood boil.

"Get over it, Jeff. I did what I had to do in order to save my belt. You'll do the same when the time comes... oh, wait.. No you won't, 'cause you will never have the chance." Randy rubbed his face in it.

Jeff clinched his teeth. He felt it was best to bite his tongue for now. He fixed the water, looking over his shoulder to make sure Orton kept his word. Randy crossed his arms, stared at his watch, sighed, and tapped his foot impatiently. Jeff got in under the water, which felt great on his tired body. He gazed around, nothing to help him. He hated the way Orton licked his lips as he had watched him undress. He was still afraid Randy would try something. He was still in pain from Edge's assault last night.

Jeff shook off the mental images and the thoughts and memories that were forever burned in his brain. And then there was Randy... who knew?.. that fairy..

Jeff began to wash himself wildly. God, he felt so fucking dirty. He srubbed his hair, watching some of the dye swirl down the drain. Then he scrubbed his body. Damn he felt like a whore.

Jeff didn't notice himself groaning. Whether it was disgust, or pain he was doing it.

Randy noticed Hardy was groaning to. The sound of Jeff's voice making him think dirty thoughts. He tried to shake off what he wanted to do. Edge would kill him. But Jeff's moans were making his cock take notice most of all.

Jeff jumped when Randy pulled back the curtain. He had that viper-like stare on his face, looking at Jeff like meat. Randy held the knife in the other hand tapping his fingers on the handle. Orton licked his lips.

'No, don't let him be thinking..' Jeff swallowed trailing off in his thoughts. He quickly covered himself with both of his hands and turned facing Randy to hide any side view of his ass.

Randy's eyes scanned Jeff's body. Up his legs and thighs, his stomach... the tattoos as they snaked up Jeff's right arm. What the fuck were they? Did it matter? It was sexy. His eyes continued to follow up his chest and throat taking in the water dripping from his hair and running down his body... so wet, so hot. Randy scanned Jeff's face.

Jeff's eyes stayed locked on Randy, his heart racing wildly. Those eyes held evident traces of fear. Randy was bigger, stronger.. maybe not smarter or faster than Jeff, but he did have a knife. And a very hard not to notice hard-on.

"What is taking you so long?" Randy growled.

"I'..m done."

Randy grabbed a towel and threw it at him.

"Get dry. Turn off the damn water." Randy commanded.

Jeff exhaled as Orton backed up and leaned against the door. He kept his eyes trained on Hardy as he turned off the faucet and dried himself.

"I don't have any clean clothes." Jeff held the towel in front of him.

"Wrap up in the towel. There's some in the room. Right now..."

Randy opened the vanity drawer and got out a razor. Jeff wandered if there was anything else in there to help him. The razor was electric. Figures.

"..you're gonna shave. Oh, and I know how artistic you are with your facial hair, so by all means, take you time."

He handed Jeff the razor who took it reluctantly.

"And if you try any shit..." Randy held up the knife.

Jeff nodded. At least he had creature comforts.

Shaving took twenty minutes less time than usual before Randy lead him back to the bedroom. He shoved him down on the bed.

"Sit."

"I'm not a fucking dog." Jeff snapped.

Randy grabbed Jeff's hair and held the knife to his face. Jeff held his breath, his eyes focusing on the sharp blade that was pushing into his flesh.

"Look at me, damn you." Randy growled.

Jeff stared up at him, his teeth clinched.

"I'm not gonna take your shit, Jeff. I won't kill you, but I will leave you permanently damaged. Do we understand each other?"

Jeff nodded. Randy was something to fear, that was no lie. Whether he was as bad, or worse, than Edge was yet to be determined. Edge liked to plan shit out. Randy, however, didn't even like to think, he just struck.

"Good." Randy shoved him away.

Jeff watched as he walked over to a duffel bag. Jeff's duffel bag. He got out some underware and held them up, dangling them like a prize. Jeff kept his eyes trained on his bag. Maybe his cell phone was in there.

"Stand up, towel down." Randy raised his eyebrow. He planned on enjoying this as much as possible. Jeff looked up at Orton.

"I'm not giving you a show, Randy."

"You'll do what I tell you. I could be so much worse, Jeff. I'm being nice." Randy then sighed, "Just get the fuck up."

Jeff wanted to get up all right and slap the arrogance out of the twenty-eight year old punk.

"I said up!" Randy shouted.

Jeff stood to his feet.

"Good boy. Towel off now." Randy's voice was a tad bit calmer.

Jeff diverted his eyes. He hated seeing the look in Randy's eyes. They told the story of what Orton wanted to do to him. Jeff was shaking as he undid the towel. It may have been fear or the fact that he was freezing.

"Come on, drop it." Randy tapped his foot impatiently.

Jeff let it fall and covered himself with his hands on instinct.

"You like touching yourself, huh?"

Jeff looked at him wondering if he was serious.

"Your hands always go there. Shit they do in your entrance. You grope yourself while you hump the air." Randy smiled. "Don't act innocent, Jeff."

Orton had to be kidding him. Randy licked his lips bringing his pointer finger up and tapping on his puckered lips, thinking.

"Since you like touching yourself so much.. maybe you won't mind doing it for me." Randy said slowly.

"What the hell does that mean?"

"Masterbate for me."

Jeff blinked and shook his head. That statement took him by surprise. He was pretty sure Orton was hell bent on humiliating him.

"Wha.. what?" Jeff looked at him shocked.

"Jack-off, you moron." Randy said frustrated.

"No." Jeff stated as calmly as it would come. He did not want his voice cracking.

"No? No I think you will. I'll give you an option, Jeff. Either you can jack yourself off for my viewing pleasure, or you can use those hands on me. I'm being lenient, and fair, goddamn it." Randy stated.

"You call this fair?"

"Fair is that I haven't killed you yet." Randy snarled. "Sit down on the bed, come on." Randy waved the knife around.

Oh, yeah he was a big man. Randy was just Edge's bitch. Jeff had heard the rumors about if Edge told Orton to bend over Randy obeyed him. Jeff wondered if they were true.

"Sit down and jerk-off, or I start cutting you in sensitive areas." Randy growled through clinched teeth.

Jeff looked at him with hatred in his eyes. But reluctantly he sat down.

"Move your fucking hands, I wanna see it."

Jeff looked down moving his hands slowly. This did not feel right. It's not like he had never masterbated before, but in front of Randy Orton.. He tried not to think about Orton being in the room. And tried to focus on something that turned him on. He wasn't sure what that was anymore. He liked girls, of course. But there was always this curiousity about men. It was unfinished business and shit he had repressed. Now the urge was probably killed for good and he could thank Adam Copeland and Randy Orton.

Jeff grasped his cock firmly in his hand, flinching at even his own touch. He heard Randy huff getting terribly aggitated. Slowly he started stroking himself. His cock selfishly responding to his touch. He closed his eyes hating that he was getting hard. Hating that it felt good. He tried to block everything out, thinking about some scene from the last porno he watched. He rubbed harder wanting it to be over as quickly as possible. He heard himself whimper and felt tears slide down his cheeks.

"You're such a bitch." Randy's voice caused him to open his eyes.

Randy was mere inches from him and swatted Jeff's hand away. Resting his left hand on Jeff's shoulder leaning over as he took Jeff's very much unwanted erection in his hand, stroking him.

"Stop.. stop it.." Hardy panted.

To his cock it felt wonderful. To his conscience it felt like rape.

Randy licked his lips staring at Jeff's face as he closed his eyes and whimpered his unwanted pleasure.

"That's it, let yourself go. You can't deny that you like it." Randy taunted in a soft growl.

Randy still held the knife in his left hand as his wrist rested on Jeff's shoulder. Jeff could feel the cold blade laying on his neck. It was what kept him still. Randy rubbed him harder loving it when he got a cry from Hardy.

"Shit.. shit.." Jeff moaned softly. Cursing himself as he came covering Randy's fingers in warm semen.

Jeff panted feeling shitty. Randy got up and grabbed the towel that had been previously used to cover Jeff's nakedness. He wiped his hand off then picked up the discarded for the earlier moment underware. He threw them at Jeff, then got out a shirt, pants, and socks and tossed them at Jeff. The slightly older man caught them drudgeonly, a shitload of regret written all over him.

"Dress." Randy commanded.

--xx--

Matt looked down at his phone and exhaled. He dialed and listened.

Voicemail.

"Shit... Jeff, come on. I've tried all day. I don't know where you are, or if you're ignoring me delibertly, or what, man. If I did something wrong then we need to talk about it. If you're having problems; you can tell me, man. I'm here. Please call back, bye." Matt hung up. He had a bad feeling in the pit of his stomach, and he was running out of options.

I swear that was written before the Rumble as well, so it's no connection at all. Hehe, I love torturing Jeff. Yeah, yeah, I hate me too. But then again, if I was in his position I wouldn't have stopped Randy either. Or Edge for that matter, I can't help it.

To clarify, I have so much of this story written. It has been raping me instead of letting me sleep. I'm loving every second of it. It's just not typed out yet. Oh, and if there are a couple of typos, or miss-spelled words (i.e. Me spelling 'collapsed' stupidly wrong) I apologize now. And also, I know that Smackdown is like prerecorded, but in my story it is recorded on Friday like it should be. Just so there's not confusion.

Next chapter, Edge returns! (sinister laughter)