Jeff was very pleased that he had managed to get Adam to move into his house as quickly as he did. To be honest, he had expected at least a little more resistance from the world heavyweight champion. Adam was notorious for being stubborn about stuff he was being made to do. But then Jeff realized that deep down, somewhere deep inside of Adam, the man loved being dominated in the way Jeff was doing it to him. He wouldn't admit it now, but that didn't bother Jeff too much at the moment. He would make Adam admit it eventually. He was very persuasive after all.

His phone rang and he quickly answered it before Adam was woken up by it. "Ello poppet," he said in a fake Cockney accent. "This is Nero's House of Fish N' Chips. What would you like to order?"

"Uh…hello to you too Jeff," Shannon said slowly. Even though he was used to Jeff's weirdness, that didn't stop him from being stunned by it from time to time. "I needed to ask you something."

"Well ask away Prince," Jeff said as he giggled. He actually didn't know why he was giggling. Nothing was particularly funny at the moment. Oh well, if he wanted to laugh, he wasn't going to stop himself.

"Is Adam really living with you now?"

"Uh huh. He's my slut."

There was a stunned silence on Shannon's end for several minutes. "Oh fuck," he finally muttered. "Matt's going to have a shit fit when he finds out about this."

Jeff frowned. "Matt shouldn't even give a shit. He's not a part of my life anymore. According to him, he doesn't even have a brother."

"Yeah but he still hates Adam almost as badly as he hates you now. He's just been so focused on you that he hasn't shown it lately. What do you think he's going to do now that you're both there?"

"Who cares?" Jeff replied. Shannon's points would have been good and relevant before the Royal Rumble, but a lot had changed since then. "I'm a grown man and if I want to have a pet, then I'm allowed to do so."

"Pet? Jeff, Adam is a human being."

"I know. That's why he's the best kind of pet there is." Jeff knew Shannon was going to have a hard time understanding this because Shannon was in no way, shape or form a dominant. "I'm not doing anything to him that he doesn't want. He likes being my bitch." He looked over at Adam, who was beginning to stir. "Crap, I have to go Shanny. I've got a little plan for Addy here." He hung up the phone before his long time friend could make much of a protest.

Adam opened his eyes slowly. He blinked a few times before looking over at Jeff. "Why are you looking at me like that?" he asked slowly.

Jeff grinned and grabbed the small bag that used to hold his marble collection from the table next to the bed. He had taken the marbles out earlier and had replaced it with little pieces of paper. "We're going to be playing some games for the next couple of days," he informed the older man. "Close your eyes and pull out one of the pieces of paper. Whatever you pick out is what we're going to be playing first."

Adam visibly gulped. He seemed a little apprehensive and there was probably a good reason for that. Jeff had gotten a little carried away when he had come up with some of the fantasies. In fact, a few of them were just downright disturbing. Well, maybe they weren't disturbing in Jeff's mind, but he knew Adam was going to think so.

"Come on Addy," Jeff said. "We can't waste too much time. I want to get a good amount of playing done before we go to my daddy's barbeque tonight."

Reluctantly, Adam did what he was told. He closed his eyes, picked out a piece of paper and then handed it to Jeff. "Good bitch," Jeff said, planting a small kiss on Adam's nose. "You can open your eyes now." As Adam did that, Jeff read what was on the paper. "Yay! I actually wanted to do this one first. Okay Addy, here's what we're going to do."

XXXXXXX

Adam fumbled with the keys as he tried to find the right one. He couldn't believe he was doing this shit. He was standing out in Jeff's driveway, attempting to get into the car so the blue haired man's fantasy could be acted out. Why he had one like this in his head was something Adam wanted to ask, but he was almost afraid to do it. He was starting to learn that when it came to Jeff, some things were better left unanswered.

He finally got the right key and he managed to unlock the door. He opened it and immediately found himself getting pushed into the car from behind. "What the fuck?" he yelled, hoping his acting sounded convincing enough. He had never really done anything like this before, so he was just hoping Jeff was happy with what he could do.

Jeff chuckled as he slammed the car door shut. "Hey there pretty thing," he said as he flipped Adam over on his back. Adam started to fight and struggle wildly, knowing that was exactly what Jeff wanted him to do. Jeff just laughed at his efforts, and easily holding him down, ripping his shirt while working on getting his jeans off.

"Get off of me!" Adam yelled, hoping he wasn't yelling loud enough to attract anyone else's attention. He did not want to imagine what was going to happen if someone found them in the position they were in. He really did not want to have to explain that this was a role play rape and not a real one. That would just be awkward and embarrassing.

"You're such a pretty little bitch," Jeff said happily. He reached into the glove box and pulled out a roll of duct tape. He taped Adam's hands together before taping them to the passenger side's door handle. Then he taped one of Adam's feet to the steering wheel and the other one up to the top of the driver's seat. "There we go," he said happily. "That's much better, isn't it?"

Adam whined in discomfort. His ass was raised up in the air because of the way his legs were, and his left leg was really uncomfortable from being put up higher than his right one. And this position also wasn't helping his upper body in the very least. "Please," he begged, fighting to get out of the tape even though he knew it wasn't going to be possible. "Don't hurt me."

Jeff chuckled and unzipped his own pants. "Oooh, I like it when you beg. Let's see if I can make you beg some more."

Adam screamed as Jeff forced his way inside of him. That had actually really hurt. Tears stung his eyes as Jeff kept thrusting as hard as he could. Adam could feel his asshole ripping and tearing and bleeding and it hurt. It hurt so fucking bad. But it also felt so fucking good. He liked the way Jeff was hurting him. God I'm sick. I think I'm really sick in the head now.

"You fucking like that, don't you?" Jeff snarled as he continued to pound into Adam with an animalistic zeal. "You fucking like it you fucking slut."

Oh fuck yes please harder Jeff, Adam's mind begged. God please, do it harder. Fuck me till I fucking break. "Stop!" was what he came out with instead. He only said it because that was part of the game. Apparently this fantasy wasn't going to be as fun if he wasn't begging for mercy. "Please stop! It hurts! Oh fuck, I can't…I can't…" his words trailed off as his eyes rolled in the back of his head. Every one of Jeff's thrusts were stabbing his prostate, and he couldn't take it anymore. He screamed as he came, no longer caring who the fuck heard him.

"Holy shit," Jeff groaned barely a minute later. His cum coated Adam's ass and he collapsed on top of the older man. They both laid there for a minute, too exhausted to move.

"Jeff?" Adam said when he finally could talk again.

"Yeah?"

"You have some really messed up fantasies in that brain of yours."

Jeff grinned at him. "You loved it though." He propped himself up with his hands and looked out the car window. "Oh look Addy, Matt's here to bitch about his broken hand. This is going to be so much fun."

Adam's eyes widened. Oh fuck, this was the last thing he needed. Things were about to get very interesting and he doubted it would be in a good way.