Thank you for not condemning me to hell just yet. The last two chapters weren't my proudest moment, but I had to get past Christmas. Renna33, be patient. Chisato-chan, love that you don't hate me. Proud to be sadistic XD! sevvysvampire2008, 5 times, I think. Counting oral and the toys. 3 times anal. I'm not counting Randy. NeroAnne, I wanted the readers to believe it was a dream, I wasn't trying to trick anyone. I could, but not here. I love when writers use dreams and hallucinations to mess with people, but I didn't want this story loaded w/ that. Just once, may not happened again. Heads up, Edge will get worse.
Captive;
Chapter eleven/ 'Behind Blue/Red Eyes'Rated; M/ L, S, (no violence, but still bondage)
(December, 25, 2008-- Thursday night)
Randy showed up incredibly late. Edge didn't even have time to yell at or curse him before he left. All he told Randy was to feed Jeff and maybe let him watch tv. Randy found Jeff laying on the bed on his left side, still handcuffed to the top bed rail, shaking and crying, but at least he was clothed. Randy stood in the doorway listening to the sniffles and sobs as they escaped him.
He felt kinda bad. Jeff couldn't be at home with his family, or the people he loved for the holidays. Randy hadn't wanted to leave either. It disappointed his father, his mother, his siblings.
Jeff jumped as he felt the bed dip as Randy sat down on the other side facing away from him. Jeff's whole body tensed. Edge had already used him as his own personal sex toy earlier. 'It was Christmas' seemed to be everybody's excuse. He was afraid Orton would want a present as well. Jeff laid quiet, looking back at Orton, wincing as the bed squeaked under his movement, hoping Randy wouldn't take it as an invite. He stared at Randy's back. The man's head was bowed down. And Jeff could have swore he heard him sniffle.
Randy? Was Randy Orton crying?
Jeff looked around the room. What does he do now? He sure as hell didn't want to comfort the bastard after what Orton had put him through.
Randy buried his face in his hands, sobbing louder. Yeah, he was definitely crying. Jeff opened his mouth, but didn't say anything believing it may be an excuse to get a pity fuck. Randy's sobs only got louder, more choked. Jeff was pretty sure he wasn't faking it.
"R..Randy?" Jeff choked out.
"Shut the fuck up, Jeff. Don't talk to me. I don't deserve it." Randy choked back his tears wiping his eyes furiously.
Now Jeff felt like shit. He was the one held captive and he felt sorry for one of the idiots holding him hostage. He must be coming down with Stockholm Syndrome.
"R..Randy, why are you crying?" Jeff said lowly. It sounded like a five year old had said it.
"Like you fucking care. You hate me. Everyone hates me." Randy shook his head.
"Edge..."
"Edge is using me. Edge always uses me." Randy interrupted. His voice was a mask of hate.
Jeff wasn't sure what that meant. He gazed around the room.
"Edge is gone. Just.." Jeff paused and took a deep breath, "..help me escape. I won't tell the police you had anything to do with it. Edge will go to jail where he belongs."
"I can't! I can't help you, Jeff. You have to understand. It's you or me. I'm a fucking monster because I chose me!"
"What's he got on you that's so damn bad? Did he fuck you or something?"
Randy turned around and stared at him, heat and fury in his blue, red-tinted eyes.
"You have no clue, Hardy. You have no fucking clue what he's put me through." Randy defended.
"Uh, hello!" Jeff said in reference to hit current situation.
"Hello? He's not gonna kill you, he just wants you as a fucking live sex doll. He's in love with you. It has nothing to do with the title or taking his spot. That may have irritated the fucking hell outta him, but he's been obsessed with you for nearly a fucking decade. All he talked about during the time we were in Rated-RKO was how much he wanted to fuck you." Randy informed.
"I.."
"Don't give me your shit. I know I'm a monster. I sacrificed your life to save mine. I don't wanna hear it, Jeff." Randy's voice was hateful.
"Just tell me what he has on you." Jeff begged.
"Do you think I fucking trust you? 'Cause I don't. I don't really trust Edge, but I have no choice. I don't trust you. If I were to release you, even if Adam didn't have a damn thing to hold against me, I'm sure you'd still go to the police and turn me in to."
Jeff shook his head.
"I don't believe you."
"Why not?" Jeff whined, getting nowhere.
"Cause if it was me in your position, I would go to the police and turn you in if you were in mine."
"I don't think you would." Jeff muttered.
"I raped you, Jeff!" Randy shouted pointing to himself and standing up. He wanted him to feel the harsh reality.
Jeff stared down. "You didn't..."
"No. I raped you. I molested you. Made you do things you didn't want to do. That's rape!"
"But.. I... no.." Jeff shook his head.
"Don't you understand? Stop trying to befriend me. It won't work. I'm not your friend. I am one of the guys holding you captive. I sucked you off against your will. I made you masterbate for me. I listened and got hard while Edge beat and raped you and I got off. I've let Edge torture you, rape you, beat you. Because of me, your job is to be a whore now, a sex toy. Not a wrestler. Those days are over, because of me."
Jeff stared blankly, taking all words in. He wanted to curse at Orton. Shout at him. But he felt sorry for him. Edge had him by the balls too. Randy was Edge's bitch too.
"Randy, it's not because of you..." Jeff shut his eyes.
"Oh, gimme a fucking break." Randy turned around.
"It's Edge, Randy. He's the puppet master. He's pulling the strings. You are not responsible."
"Listen to yourself, Jeff." Randy turned back to face him. "Listen to what the hell you're saying. I'm not innocent. I'm sacrificing you, so I can be free. And the next time Edge is here and I'm here and he goes to stick his dick in any part of you, I'm not gonna stop him."
Jeff stared at him getting angry.
"I'm gonna let him fuck you til your soul bleeds." Randy growled.
"You're a goddamn bastard, Orton!" Jeff shouted. He didn't know why he did.
Randy stared at him. That's what he wanted, Jeff to hate his guts. Not to be his friend.. right?
"And while he's fucking your tight little ass, I'm gonna jerk on my cock til I come and I'm gonna fantasize about me being the one to fuck you. Me.." Randy panted.
"You don't have the balls. You're worthless, Orton. You're just Edge's bitch." Jeff didn't know where he was getting at himself.
Randy got down to Jeff's level and grabbed a handful of his hair, staring him in the eyes as he forced Jeff on to his back.
"Me, fucking your ass. Me, fucking your mouth. And you screaming for me." Randy's breathing was hitched, he was shaky and his mouth felt like cotton.
"And Edge would kill you." Jeff whispered.
"Edge don't own me." He crushed his lips hard to Jeff's hearing the smaller man grunt under the kiss.
Jeff was flushed with confusion. He didn't want Orton kissing him, but he wasn't so sure he wanted him to stop. Randy's tongue slide in his mouth. Jeff froze, laying there. Wanting to struggle, but just letting Randy do it. Jeff's tongue laid still, wanting to seek out Randy's, but a little afraid he'd pull away.
Randy broke the kiss and Jeff pulled his head away.
"Like I said, Edge would fucking kill you. Tell me does he make you bend over for him? Does he make you his bitch too? Or am I special?" Jeff growled. He didn't know why he wanted to urge Randy on.
"I'm no one's bitch." Randy snarled.
"Yeah?" Jeff licked his lips.
"Yeah." Randy growled
He slipped his hand down inside Jeff's pants fondling him. Jeff gasped, trying to shake it off. His cock getting harder.
"I'm no one's bitch, Hardy. I do what I want on my terms. You got it?"
"You're Edge's bitch. If he caught you, he'd fuck your ass while he choked you to death."
"Really?" Randy raised his eyebrows.
Jeff nodded panting.
Randy removed his hand and got up and walked around to Jeff's side of the bed and unfastened his pants. Jeff struggled a bit, playing him like bait.
Randy smiled. "Don't act innocent. You're not innocent."
Randy's eyes shown sinister in the darkened room. He jerked Jeff's pants down to his knees.
"Now who's the bitch?" Randy growled.
"You are, Orton. You bitch. Do you scream like a bitch when Edge fucks you?" Jeff instigated.
"You mean like you do?" Randy snarled.
"Fuck you." Jeff snapped.
"Fuck you." Randy smiled wider.
He dropped to his knees taking Jeff's cock in his hand.
"Beg, you bitch." He commanded.
"Fuck you." Jeff repeated.
Randy dug his nails into the side of Jeff's cock receiving a cry.
"I said, beg." Orton demanded.
"I'm not the bitch you are. You do whatever Edge tells you. You let him rape me. You want to, but you can't. All you can do is molest me and play with my dick because if you were to fuck me, he'd know it."
Randy growled. He got up and walked over to the door rubbing his hands through his short dark hair. His dick was so hard. Edge would kill him. Jeff.. Jeff, that fucking cunt. Had to get him going.
Jeff licked his lips. He didn't know what he was doing. Seeing Randy twitch and go all crazy in sexual angst, was dark and beautiful... did it turn him on?
"Edge fucked me earlier. He did it hard. He made me come. And it was your fault, Orton. You!" Jeff shouted.
Randy seethed. Little bitch, couldn't quit.
"Who do you get to fuck? No one. You can't have me, Edge would kill you 'cause your.. his.. dirty... filthy.. bitch." Jeff said the last five words slowly.
Randy had enough. He went back over and unzipped his pants moving them out of his way. Jeff's pants were already down, he forced him back on his side and then stopped. Jeff held his breath his eyes darting around.
"What's wrong, bitch?"
Randy stared down at him. An evil glare in his blue eyes. A horny glare stared back at him in the form of two green orbs.
"Gonna kick my head off?" Jeff growled.
"No, I'm gonna fuck you."
Randy pushed Jeff's head down toward the wall hearing him yell as he entered him. He held still for a moment. Damn, Hardy felt so good.
"Who's the bitch now, Jeff, huh?" Randy taunted.
"You're still a bitch." Jeff choked.
"At least I'm not your bitch." Randy declared thrusting into him.
Randy held his arm across Jeff holding himself up as he slammed into him.
"Fuck you, Orton." Jeff gasped.
"No, fuck you, Hardy." Randy retaliated.
Randy licked his lips. The pain painted on the so-called Charismatic Enigma's face was a thing of beauty. A testament to each sharp blow as Jeff cried out in anguish and in pleasure.
"Oh, god, Jeff... shit." Randy panted.
Randy reach down and took hold of Jeff's forgotten erection and began stroking him in unison.
"You like that, bitch?... huh... can I fuck you like Adam?" Randy nuzzled his head on Jeff's neck, breathing on his flesh.
"Fuck you, Randy. You fucking slut." Jeff panted, yelling again as Randy brushed his prostate on occassion.
"I'm not the slut, Jeff. You are. You're Edge's slut." Randy nipped his neck.
"And you're Edge's bitch.... ohh, goddamn it!" Jeff curled his fingers around the bars of the bed rail he was cuffed to.
Randy slammed in to him harder.
"You like that? You like me fucking you?" Randy taunted.
Orton rubbed Jeff harder willing him towards climax.
"You like me stroking your cock while I fuck your ass? Oh.. yeah.. you fucking whore."
Jeff tuned him out, shouting as Randy hit that fucking magic button that fucking threw you over the side of the fucking cliff.
"Tell me, Jeff.. you love having my cock in you." Randy taunted.
"Never, Orton... never.."
Jeff gasped as he felt himself coming. Intense waves of orgasm making him feel dizzy. Randy pulled out and turned Jeff over on his stomach, jerking his pants on off first and pulling his hips up so his ass was in the air. Jeff grunted as Orton plunged inside him, holding on to his hips as he pounded the life out of him. The pleasure Randy felt was fucking incredible. The pressure on his cock, wonderful. Jeff looked uncomfortable as all hell as he held tightly to the bed railing. His arms still above his head cuffed. His head down on the bed, whining softly. It was simply too much.
"Ah.. yeah.. shit.. shit.. Fuck!" Randy panted as he came inside of the younger Hardy filling him full.
He pulled out slowly, coming to realization, and sat down on the bed as Jeff's hips slide back down and he laid crumbled up trying to comprehend what the hell was wrong with him.
Randy stared wide-eyed and breathing heavy. He swallowed noisely before rubbing his hands over his face. Oh, shit, he was dead. He was dead. He fucked Jeff. Fucked Edge's fucking sex toy. And if Edge couldn't tell.. he shouldn't.. Jeff is already sore and raw and a little stretched from Edge.. so he shouldn't be able to fucking tell! Randy freaked out. Bad thoughts dancing in his head.
"Shit.. shit.. shit.. shit." Orton cursed in frustration.
If Edge didn't know, then Jeff would surely tell him. But why would Jeff tell him that Orton had fucked him? Edge knowing would seem like the last thing Jeff would want. Unless, it was to get him in deep shit with Edge, tear them apart for his advantage?
Jeff laid as still as death. What the fuck was wrong with him? Was he finally going insane? He's been avoiding Randy raping him, hating Randy touching him.. right? When Edge rapes him, it makes him sick, that was the truth. When Edge touched him, it made him sick, that was no lie. Then why did he enjoy it a little too much having Randy fuck him and jerk him off? What was the difference? Gay sex was gay sex... right? Or was it no different from hetero-sex?
If a girl wants to fuck some dude it's okay because she wants it. But if a guy forces her to do it when she doesn't want to do it (and actually don't want it, not just saying 'no', but really meaning 'yes') then it's rape. So why shouldn't it be any different with two guys?
Did Jeff want it? He shook his head. He wasn't sure what the fuck he wanted anymore. Did he enjoy it? He hated to admit it, but with Randy, yes, he did enjoy it.
Randy looked back at Jeff who hadn't uttered a peep, or moved an inch since he slide on down to his belly. Was the guy breathing!?
'Holy shit, what if I killed him?'
Randy swallowed.
"J.. Jeff?" Randy said quietly. It sounded so loud in the silence of the room.
No answer.
Randy held his breath. Not good. Slowly he leaned over him risking a look. Jeff rolled his eye up and looked at Orton. He was breathing. Randy sighed relief.
"Thank God." He whispered. He sat back down and held his hands on each side of his head.
Jeff slowly turned over.
"I'm not gonna tell Edge. If that's your concern." He muttered slowly.
Randy locked eyes with him.
"I thought you.. I had.. you.. weren't.." Randy shook his head not finding the words.
Jeff stared at him confused.
Randy got up helped redress Jeff before he left the room with Jeff still handcuffed to the railing, more confused and conflicted than ever.
Holy shit! XD! This scene was sooo not supposed to happen. But it wanted to happen. It wrote itself. I mean the sexual tension between these two in this story...
You know when you have an urge or desire for something you know that you shouldn't have, or want. And against all reason you give in to it, only to feel twisted on the inside? Well, that's the way Jeff feels right now. Randy wanted him so so bad. Randy knew he shouldn't give in, but...
Okay, not I don't want no more idea interruptions. I have been trying to get to the next couple of chapters, but I keep getting side-tracked with scenes like that. I don't like to give shit away, so see ya next chapter ;)