The two young men stood looking at their victim grinning evilly. One shorter than the other man was caressing the leather handle of his bullwhip. The other, slightly older than his best friend and lover, moved away to approach the man, tied and gagged on the bed. Restlessly the captive's eyes darted from one man to the other nervous about his safety. He'd seriously misjudged these two youths that looked so sweet and innocent.

Normally he was the one standing in their position terrorizing some unsuspecting young man. In fact not a week ago the older of the two had been in his position shaking helplessly. Now though there was no fear in his eyes. All that was there was an evil glint that he was quite familiar with… which was why he was nervous. He'd thought that this young Carolinian was broken and fearful of him after their encounter. Little did he know that the youngster was simply a master of manipulation and a pain freak to boot.

How they'd gotten into his hotel room he wasn't sure, but when he went to sleep he'd been alone since his normal travel partner was still out injured. Some time around 3 AM though he'd been awakened by the sound of a whip cracking over his head.

His internal clock gauged that it was roughly an hour later, but his soul screamed it didn't matter. His evilness had been ripped from the bowels of hell that he was comfortable and familiar with and thrown abruptly into a realm he wasn't sure that he could escape from. He could feel the armor that had been surrounding him and protecting him beginning to crack revealing the softness he hid beneath it.

Blinking he flinched away from the blonde head only inches from his own. He damned himself for fearing someone he should be able to crush, but the evil chuckle coming from the blonde scared him. Little by little his armor was disappearing as chunk after chunk was pealed away.

Every few minutes the whip would crack near his head and every few moments he would jerk away sending his head crashing into the headboard. The thing that frightened him… the thing that chilled him to the bone was that they hadn't spoken a word. The only sounds had been the cracks of the whip and an occasional maniacal laugh from the older one.

His eyes wide with fear the larger man tried to swallow the knot in his throat, but was unsuccessful. The only thing he accomplished was almost choking when the man on top of him whispered, "boo!" Once again his head jerked back and this time when it hit his eyes watered and he saw stars before his eyes.

"I know you thought that you were the biggest dog in the yard," the older Carolinian sneered softly. "An' that very well may be true, but I can assure you that you ain't the biggest bad ass."

"Only a fool discounts a man as not being a threat just because of his size," the smaller one said just as evilly as his friend did. "Cause we may be smaller than you are, but no one pushes us around unless WE want it!"

"An if'n you don't believe us just ask the Big Bad Wolf," the older finished then leaning in he captured his victim's lips in a half bite and half kiss. When he pulled his mouth back there was blood covering both of their lips. Turned on, the Carolinian licked the blood from around his mouth before licking it off his captive's as he ground his painfully hard erection into the other man's.

That one detail was what damned the captive. When this evening was all over he couldn't even say that he'd been taken against his will because his erection damned him as eager and willing. He would have begged if it weren't for the black ball gag stuffed in his mouth. "I wanna play," the smaller one said and grinning his companion got up moving back to watch his friend work.

"Wait a sec," the observer said and reaching into the bag on the empty bed pulled out a leather cock ring with small metal studs and slapped it on their toy.

"We don't want him to finish before we're ready now do we," the blonde drawled laughing. Shaking his head in agreement the smaller one lifted his whip and with the flick of a wrist sent it striking against their captive's chest leaving behind a large painful red mark. Quickly he set the leather dancing until the man on the bed had dozens of welts covering his chest and legs.

The young man smiled seeing the need in the other man's eyes. Curling up the whip, he let it drop to the floor before making his way to the bed. Reaching the bed he crawled up its length and straddled the large man's chest. He didn't even try to keep his naked ass cheeks from rubbing against the welts he's made only minutes before. "You like the pain don't you? I can see it in your eyes. You want more don't you?"

The man tied to the bed whimpered. Never in his life had he needed something as bad as he needed these two small boys now. "You want to burn in hell with us don't you? Ain't nothing in this world free baby! All you gotta do is sell us your soul. One little nod of the head is all it'll take."

The man on his back whimpered well past any point of reason. As he watched the blond crawled onto the bed and lifted his long legs up and curled his smaller hands around the marks on his thighs, he knew that he had to give in. Looking into the cherub on his chest's eyes he nodded once quick and felt what had been left of his soul go up in flames.

"Good choice," the cherub sneered them moved to kneel over the large man's waist. Reaching back he unsnapped the cock ring freeing the erection but quickly moved to hover over the quivering cock. Shooting one last sneering grin at the imprisoned man the small one turned his back on the captive and wrapping the studded cock ring around three fingers commanded his lover's lips as they each surged into and onto the large man.

"Oh My God," the captive hollered unused to being on the receiving end. The pain was almost unbearable and yet at the same time he wanted more of it. "More PLEASE," he begged and the smaller man's green eyes twinkled with satisfaction. Lowering a hand he placed the studs of the cock ring against the captive's balls then began to move in time with his lover allowing the studs to dig deeper into the balls with each downward thrust.

"Oh Jesus, Mary, and Joseph," the captive screamed as the pain spread like a wildfire through his veins touching every cell and part of his body. In all his years of dishing out punishment, it had never occurred to him that the reason he never reached the climax that he thought he should was simply because he was on the wrong end of the pain.

Frantically the two youths drove themselves scratching, slapping, and clawing with their free hands as their mouths dug into each other's flesh leaving their bodies covered with bruises, bite marks, and scratches.

The captive came first screaming unintelligible words as he came more explosively than he ever had in his life. The older of the two boys had wrapped his hand around his lover's cock yanking painfully and soon the two came, one exploding over the captive's ass cheeks… the other spilling over his lover's stomach.

Pushing his lover away slightly the smaller man bent over and licked his seed clean off his baby's stomach. Then lifting off the captive he turned and knelt down on all fours letting his rainbow baby clean him off with his tongue.

Exhausted and powerless the captive lay limp as he was freed from his restraints and gag. He didn't even attempt to hide the pitiful longing in his eyes needing them curled around him so badly… needing their reassurance that he was theirs now. As his eyes slipped shut he felt their bodies moving around him… lips and hands touching him and each other.

Just before he fell to sleep he felt fangs pierce his neck and heard the soft voice whisper in his head. 'Don't forget Deadman… your ass, your cock, and everything else you have left belongs to us now for all eternity!"

When the bleeding flesh was put to his lips he drank automatically as the command, "drink, bitch," echoed through his head.

Too soon it seemed that he was slipping unto an unholy sleep… maniacal laughter lulling him. "Tonight you really will Rest In Peace Undertaker."

Shannon and Jeff laughed evilly happy with their new toy. "I told you that I'd make him pay love," Shannon soothed. "I think that being our bitch for the rest of his unnatural life is just punishment for laying his hands on my baby don't you?"

Jeff just grinned as his lover's lips and fangs moved over his body as the pair proceeded to make ungodly love on their new toy.

An eternity in servitude… definitely a just punishment for the undead.