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Taker smiled as he looked intently at Shawn. "Really Shawn? You are here to stop me? Do you really know anything about me? Do you know who my son is? Did you know that years ago I had an affair with a woman whom gave birth to two kids. Two children that belong to me?" The Undertaker asked.
It was three in the afternoon and the WWE staff was in a small town just outside of Louisiana. Taker, who was dressed in all black, stood looking down at Shawn whom had blue jeans, a red pleated shirt and cowboy boots on.
Shawn stood in broken silence as he listened to his one time friend, at the moment only the sound of Shawn's heartbeat was heard. "Let me get this straight! Bray Wyatt is your kid!" Chris yelled. Taker just smiled a simple smile in acknowledgement.
Shawn took a step closer to the man in black. "Who are you? What have you done with my friend? Do you know what Bray Wyatt has been up to? All of the hell he has put Hunter and Adam through? Everything that he has done! He killed a man!" Shawn asked in disbelief, finally finding his voice.
Taker chuckled and moved closer to Shawn. Looking the agitated man in his eyes. Shawn looked defiant and this did not sit too well with the Deadman. He was hell-bent on his son getting his way. Trying to make up for lost father time in his own enabling way.
"Do as I say and stay out of my son's business. My son always gets what he wants." Taker warned then began to chuckle, "I guess you could say he is a tad spoiled".
Shawn tightened his hands into fists and stepped closer to Taker, not at all afraid at what the man might do to him, he was going to stand up for his friends.
"Or what Taker? What if I do interfere?" Shawn asked through gritted teeth. His anger evident to Chris who at that moment had his heart stop. Chris gasped as he watched Taker reached behind his back.
"Or Else! This" Taker stated, a moment later a loud bang was heard...
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John Cena kissed Randy Orton as he pushed his thick cock into him. Two naked husbands were lost into one another. Tears of love had been shed as they touched the others hot skin.
"Fuck baby so damn tight. I love it!" John cooed to his lover. Randy was laying bent over underneath John and they were in the throes of hot anal sex. Sex so hot the temp in the room; well Living room, was going up.
"Hurts, so, fucking good." Randy whispered as he leaned over the arm of the leather sofa. The feel of his lover filling his tunnel burned like hell but damn felt so amazing.
Knowing he was truly loved by the man behind him made the pain so hot and erotic beyond his dreams. Dirty dreams of course:)
"Deeper bbbaby...deeper!" Randy begged like a child for a play toy. John of course obliged his tattooed dream and watched his cock slip deeper into his lovers hot walls. In and out the thick cock sought for its price, a bundle of nerves that would make the man bent over in front of him swoon out of this world.
Randy feeling the cock trudge deeper inside him made his toes curl as they dug into the shaggy blue carpet beneath his toes. Feeling his husband get off inside his ass was heaven to the man. His own cock stood full alert and at perfect glorious attention. So hard and firm. "Fuck yeah! That's it baby! Right in my hole! Fuck me good!" Randy praised. He could never get enough of John being inside him. If anyone knew Randy was an exclusive bottom what would they think?
John smiled at Randy's enthusiasm as he picked up pace and began pulling out of Randy's hole all of the way only to piston his cock that much deeper. John was using his cock as a weapon and Randy only begged for more. "You love it baby? The way it hurts, the deeper I get?" John asked, already knowing the answer of course.
Randy couldn't take it anymore. His cock was hot, hard and begging to be touched. "TToouuchh it! Please!?" Randy begged. "I need to feel you touch it." John smiled at his lovers pouty words.
"Ok, alright baby boy, give me your hand." Randy thought the reply was odd but obliged John's request anyway and held out his hand to his dimpled one. John took hold of Randy's hand and brought it downward to Randy's needy package.
John wrapped Randy's hand around the hard cock. Together, with John's hand on top of Randy's they both worked to jack off Randy.
"Can..." Randy came hard before the words left his mouth. His smothering walls clamping around John's dick, sent the dimpled man over the edge and John came hard, filling his husbands channel up till cum seeped over the rim.
John collapsed on Randy's back. Hot sweat and hot sweat collided in a messy after sex mush. John laughed as cum drizzled down the side of the sofa. He remained buried deep inside of Randy, closing his eyes to drink in the moment of heaven.
"That was hot, Chris!" Randy exclaimed. John gasped as Randy said another man's name and his eyes flew open. "What!?" Randy tapped John on the leg. John frowned as he looked up and saw a shaky Chris Jericho standing before him.
"What the fuck Jericho?" Randy cried out. John pulled his cock out of Randy and grabbed a pillow from the couch to cover himself up, Randy did the same.
Chris stood dressed in ripped blue jeans and a red t-shirt that looked wet. His cowboy boots had red stains on them almost like red paint. It looked like the man had been crying. "Randy, Shawn, hurt...Come quick!" Chris panted. He was trying to catch his breath.
"Slow down? Why didn't you call?" Randy asked his friend, his heart rate speeding up as worry flooded his veins. "Couldn't get through. Shawn...shot, Come help!" Chris cried out to his two friends who lived near by.
John and Randy both could not believe what they had just heard as Chris disappeared back out through the door. John grabbed a blanket to clean themselves with.
Randy and John picked up their clothes and redressed quickly. Both of them not really knowing what the fuck was going on.
They ran out the door after grabbing their wallets, cellphones and car keys that were always by the door. John saw Shawn's truck in the driveway and ran to it with Randy close behind. Randy and John gasped at what they saw.
Chris was laying in the bed of Shawn's black pickup truck with a bleeding Shawn by his side. "Please Randy Drive. He was loosing too much blood! I thought I could get him to the hospital faster than an ambulance could! Why? God Why did Taker do this to us?" Chris cried out for his lover.
"Taker?" ...
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It hurt so bad, Dean thought. He screamed inside as Roman continued to hit him with a belt. Roman had slammed another strap onto his back. He lost count but knew it was more than the tenth one. He could feel the hot welts rise on his naked skin but the feeling of what he had done to Heath hurt a hell of a lot worse.
"AH FUUuck!" He didn't mean to cry out but his skin ripped and began to bleed as he scratched the wall before him. He could feel the blood begin to trickle down his back and onto his bare ass cheeks. The hit jarred his already cracked ribs.
"Come on man, You have done enough to him." Seth cried out. Hearing Dean's cry of pain made his heart hurt. This was the second time he had watched Dean get hurt. This time though seemed so much worse as he watched the blood begin to trickle down Dean's naked back.
Seth knew in his heart that Dean was remorseful. That between loosing him and the booze that the mixture of the two took a hold of Dean and created a major lapse of judgment. One that the bleeding man could never take back.
"Leave the room Seth. NOW!" Roman barked as he tossed down the black leather belt he had held in his hand. He had used it on Dean's naked back to bring blood and was hell bent on doing a lot more. A knife in his back pocket patiently waited it's turn to be used to cut Dean's ass up.
Seth shook his head no. "No I can't!" Seth protested. Dean looked up at the man he loved deeply. Seth was standing over by Heath. "It's alright...Seth...leave...I need to be punished hard for what I did to Heath. I deserve so much more." Dean explained.
It was then that he looked to Heath whom sat over in a corner chair, Heath looked like he truly did not want to be in that room and watch what was going on even though it was for him. Roman had wanted Heath to be there to witness the final punishment.
"Please, Seth. You deserve better." Dean whispered. Seth waked over to Dean and took a hold of one of his hands that were on the wall. The hand was bleeding at the nails from digging in the paneled wall from pain. He took Dean by his trembling hand and place a gentle kiss to it. Dean was shocked by the display of affection. It may have been a small gesture but it was enormous to him. Tears of love filled his eyes at the touch of his former boyfriend.
"I know you did wrong, but I can't leave you. The past few nights I have had a wonderful dream. One where we are standing before friends and loved ones and you ask me to marry you. It feels so real and there is so much love that when I wake I find myself crying. I know you are sorry and me being taken by Bray screwed us up, but I truly love you Dean and with that love I forgive you. Roman, Heath, can you find it in your heart to forgive the man I am going to marry." Seth responded.
Heath wiped the tears that fell from his own eyes. He could see the love Dean and Seth carried and knew in his heart that Dean would have never done what he did if it weren't for Bray Wyatt and his masochistic mind. Heath looked up at Roman with so much love it took the Samoans breath for a moment. "It's enough Roman. It's enough. Let's just all be ok. Alright? I will be ok, so let's all just be ok?" Heath asked.
Roman knew the meaning behind those words. Heath had seen enough and wanted all four of them to move on from the horrible tragic events. He dropped the knife he had took from his back pocket when Seth was not looking, the man had every intention of using it on the short-haired man.
"Fine, I will let it go for Heath. I will have to work on the forgiveness though. Not too sure I am ready for that." Roman spoke from his heart as well. Seeing his lover bleeding from the rape was still too fresh in his mind to just forget.
Maybe one day he could learn to let it go and the Shield boys would be true friends again. Who knows maybe time will heal all wounds...
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It was late in the afternoon, five days later after the loss of Bree and the repent she was force to bare. Abigail left her tiny bedroom and made her way down into the dark cold basement of the Wyatt home.
She shivered as goosebumps scattered her body. She had to be careful not to make any noise that could be heard by anyone lingering around the home. Erick Rowan was only one floor above as she opened the door to a clammy room.
The room was once used to store any dooms day equipment. Things like Toilet paper, Radios that require batteries. Lots and lots of batteries for the radios, food that never expired, like canned food and Twinkies.
Neatly in the room lay a table, a table that displayed weapons laid out in a single row. You never knew when you may need to kill some one after the world lay dead.
Slowly Abigail began pick up these weapons, one by one she would pick them up, inspect them thoroughly and then place them back down onto the rickety wooden table.
Her pain was all still raw and she needed to find a way to end it...and end it she would...
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Bray held the cellphone in his hand. The text to Roman was on his screen. "Come to see me or I will put your fire out." was all it read...
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