Adam pounded on the lid of the dumpster as hard as he possibly could. Fucking Legacy bastards had put him in there and had put something heavy on the lid so he couldn't get out. He was trying his best to remain somewhat calm, but it was a hard thing to do because not only was the stench absolutely overwhelming, but he felt like the walls were starting to close in on him.
"Help!" he shouted as he tried to force his way out. "Damn it, someone help me!"
It's no use, he told himself. You're not getting out of here. Not on your own anyway. Whatever they put on the lid is just way too damn heavy to push off from in here.
Adam didn't want to believe that. He just wanted to believe that he could get out of there and then he could worry about where the fuck Legacy took Jeff. He knew that there was no way that they kept poor Jeff anywhere close to the arena. He would be found too easily that way.
Suddenly he heard somebody on the outside moving stuff around the dumpster. "Help!" he shouted again. "Get me out of here!"
The lid to the dumpster opened. A very confused Hunter poked his head in a moment later. "What the fuck are you doing in there Copeland?"
Adam jumped out of there and gasped for fresh air. "Legacy fucking did it," he said between his breaths. "They took Jeff."
"What?" Hunter said. "Why would they do that?"
"Randy's obsessed with Jeff." Adam straightened himself and looked right in the Game's eyes. "Can I borrow your sledgehammer so I have something to hold while I go hunting?"
Hunter shook his head. "You look like you can't even lift it right now. I'll get it and come with you. It's not like I have anything better to do at the moment."
"Okay," Adam said with a nod. He knew he really needed the backup at the moment. "Just hurry. Jeff probably needs us really bad at the moment."
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Randy carried Jeff into the house his parents had used when they had been on vacation when he had been younger. He hadn't been in it for several years, but he figured it was as good as place as any to have some fun with Jeff. "You two stay down here," he told Cody and Ted. "I don't want any interruptions unless they are absolutely necessary, you understand me?"
Cody and Ted both nodded, but Ted's was obviously more hesitant. It seemed like the son of the Million Dollar Man was growing a conscience. Randy knew he was going to have to watch him more carefully. Ted wasn't going to be any good to him if he didn't want to help him do what he wanted. But he would do that later. Right now, it was all about Jeff.
"Randy just let me go," Jeff said as he tried to beat his fists against the younger man's back. "Please, I don't want to be here with you."
"Shut up Jeff," Randy ordered. He entered his old bedroom and set Jeff down on the bed. "I don't want to hear your shit right now."
Jeff glared at him hatefully. "Well I don't fucking want to be here with you, you son of a bitch! I want to be with Jay!"
Randy snorted. "Why?"
"Because I actually love him."
The words had the same effect as a blow from Hunter's sledgehammer, only the effect was more emotional and mental than physical. Randy stayed perfectly still, trying to regain his composure. He couldn't let Jeff rattle him. He couldn't lose control of this situation. "Love is for fools Jeff," he finally said quietly.
"You're the only fool here Randy," Jeff said. He got up to feet and got right in Randy's face. "What did you think was going to happen here tonight? Did you think that attacking me, raping me in front of your goons and then taking me here to rape me some more was going to make me want you? Did you think that I was suddenly going to realize that this was what I wanted? Did you think it would make me love you?" He shook his head. "You just made me sick to even look at you Randy. After everything you did to me, Matt, Jay and Adam, there will never be a way for me to forgive you."
"Well it's a good thing that I'm not asking for forgiveness then," Randy replied. He gave Jeff a heated glare. "Now sit back down on that fucking bed."
"No," Jeff refused. "I won't do it."
Randy slapped Jeff across the face, his temper rising to dangerous levels. "Get back on that bed Jeff. I'm not fucking playing around with you."
Jeff gingerly ran his fingers over his cheek before returning the slap in full force. "Fuck off and die Orton," he growled.
There was a moment where neither of them moved. The only sound in the room was their breathing. Then Randy speared Jeff on to the bed and the fight was on. Randy tried his best to hold Jeff down while Jeff did his best to fight his way free. The Charismatic Enigma managed to get his thumb in Randy's eye, and he managed to push the younger man off and start running to the door. Randy managed to grab on to the back of Jeff's jeans with one hand, and he punched him right on the back of the head. Jeff, who was still hurting from the blow of the head he had taken in the parking lot, lost his balance and only stayed up because Randy was holding him up.
"You know what Jeff? Your words hurt. They really, really did," Randy said as he tossed Jeff back on the bed. He climbed on top of the blonde man and held his hands down above his head. "But you know what? I think I can get over it long enough to do this." He began kissing and sucking on Jeff's neck, immediately noticing the way the man underneath him began squirming and panting. I think I've found one of his hot spots.
"No…damn it, no…" Jeff groaned. He tried to somehow scoot away, but he couldn't move with the way Randy was sitting on him.
Randy continued his assault on Jeff's neck while one of his hands reached down Jeff's pants and began stroking Jeff's dick. Jeff froze and Randy laughed. "You like it when I touch you, don't you?" he asked. "You like me stroking your dick right now. You want me to make you my little fucking slut."
"You're fucking sick Randy," Jeff snarled. It didn't sound nearly as menacing as he was trying to make it sound. "I hope you fucking know that."
Randy laughed and undressed Jeff. "I know, but what else am I supposed to do? You didn't want to do this the easy way. You're the one who had to tattle on me to Matt in the first place. If you had just come to my hotel room willingly in the first place, none of this would have happened."
Jeff just whined and began fighting him again. Getting frustrated, Randy grabbed the handcuffs he had been hoping he wouldn't have to use. Jeff's eyes widened as he saw them and he began fighting even more, but another blow to the head dazed him enough to allow Randy to handcuff him to the headboard.
"Now that is quite a sight," Randy said in appreciation. He began kissing his way down Jeff's body, using every trick he knew to get a rise out of the bound man.
"No…Randy stop it…I don't want this," Jeff begged. He was breathing heavily and he was shaking his head to prove his point.
Randy ignored him and started leaving little love bites all around Jeff's hips. That earned him a noise that sounded like a cross between a groan and a moan. Continuing his trail of bites, he slipped two fingers inside of Jeff, not to stretch him really, but to find his prostate. He was going to make Jeff's body enjoy this whether he wanted to or not.
"No…damn it no…Randy ple--" Jeff's words trailed off as Randy found his magic little pleasure button. His whole body stiffened and his cock began to twitch. That jolt of pleasure immediately gave him a conflicted look and Randy knew he had him where he wanted him.
Randy continued working his fingers in and out of while he took Jeff's dick in his mouth. He wasn't really the type to give out blowjobs, but damn it, he had to make sure Jeff would cum and get some kind of physical pleasure out of this, no matter how unwanted it was.
"Stop…Randy please, I won't tell Matt, okay?" Jeff said. He was trying to yank the handcuffs off the headboard. "Please, I won't tell anyone…just stop…" He gasped as Randy deep throated him, involuntarily bucking his hips up in the process. "Randy! Stop that! Please!"
Randy removed his fingers and his mouth and moved back up so he could look Jeff in the eyes. "Come on Hardy, you know I'm making you feel real good," he said with a triumphant smirk.
Jeff gulped and shook his head. "You're making me feel sick. Just please stop it."
Randy shook his head. "It's too late Jeff. There's no turning back now. I can't resist you all tied up like this."
Jeff screamed as Randy entered him, but Randy silenced him with a kiss. Randy loved the way Jeff fit around his dick; it was better than anything he had felt in his life. But somehow he resisted the urge to just pound Jeff for all he was worth and set a slower pace, making sure to hit Jeff's prostate over and over again while stroking Jeff in time with his thrust.
Jeff shut his eyes tightly and turned his head away. "No…Randy no…please…"
"Don't block it out Jeff," Randy ordered. He kissed Jeff along his jaw, knowing for a fact that Jeff's body was getting some enjoyment out of this. "Just go with it. You'll feel better if you do."
Jeff just whined and whimpered in response. Randy picked up his pace a little bit, dangerously close to the edge himself. He began stroking Jeff harder and faster, grinning as Jeff couldn't hold back a moan as he came. Randy smirked in victory and allowed himself to come deep inside of Jeff, kissing his captive on the cheek as he did so. "You can tell me you didn't enjoy it all you want, but I know better," he whispered. "So save your fucking breath."
Getting no response from Jeff, he just pulled out and fixed his clothes. He decided to just leave Jeff handcuffed to the bed while he stepped out on the back porch for a little bit. He needed a smoke in the worst way. "You might as well get comfortable there Jeff," he said. "I'll be back for round three soon enough, and this time, you will fucking scream my name. I guarantee you that."
