"What you doin' here boy?"

"Well why don't ya say welcome?" Jeff grinned and pointed his video camera at Taker. "Y'all sound like ya want security to come and throw me out."

"Maybe I do, and stop pointin' that fuckin' thing at me," Taker growled, pushing the lens to one side with a glove covered hand.

"Aww, don't ya wanna be on Matt's show?" Jeff pouted, in that childlike way only he could, and Taker shook his head.

"You ain't changed. How ya been Jeff?"

"Not bad. You?"

"I've had better days."

"Aw, gettin' old? I remember them bones used to creak even when I was still around." Jeff just grinned, there always was something entertaining about annoying the dead man.

"Cheeky little fucker." Taker was more than slightly pissed about how his day had been, and he was more than ready to take it out on the first available person. "Come 'ere." He grabbed Jeff by his hair and dragged him off towards his locker room.

"Taker, what the fuck man?" Jeff damn near ran to keep up with the big man's long strides. He was a little scared, and a little excited. He'd always wondered what ran beneath the dead man's tattoos: was it fire and passion, hate, evil, or something else?

Once they reached Taker's locker room, Jeff was pretty much thrown inside, landing against a table. His heart leapt into his mouth as the dead man locked the door. He was damn near terrified to see Taker undoing his pants.

"Get on your fucking knees and do a good job," he barked, "don't play fucking innocent, just do it."

Jeff looked at the man, wondering if he was joking or not. There was no trace of a smile. Now, the young man was wondering if he was out of his depth here. He'd done some extreme stuff in his lifetime, but fucking with a dead man was never a good idea. He liked giving head, but Taker was seriously huge. Jeff felt like he was about to pass out, although he wasn't sure whether that was through excitement or fear.

As he lowered his mouth to Taker's cock, he was warned, "don't ya dare use your fuckin' teeth." With a mouth now full, there was no way of responding.

Jeff did his best to keep the big man happy, swirling his tongue around, taking his cock as far down his throat as he could. As he heard Taker groan and felt his hand tangle in his hair, a spark of mischief ignited. Slowly, he began to draw his teeth along the top of Taker's cock, with just enough pressure that he knew would cross the line from pleasure to pain.

"Little fucker." Taker pushed him away and backhanded him across the face. Jeff was shocked. He sat back, tasting his own blood as he licked his lower lip. He didn't get chance to think any further as Taker grabbed him by the hair again, picking him up and throwing him over the table.

With one hand on Jeff's neck he yanked his trousers down with the other. "Fucking teasing little bitch." Jeff wasn't sure whether it was venom or arousal, or maybe both, in Taker's voice. He felt the older man lean down, it felt like to get something out of his pocket, a feeling which was confirmed as he felt a cold liquid on his skin.

The realisation of what he had provoked, and what was about to happen, suddenly became clear to Jeff. Taker, and more accurately, Taker's massive cock, was about to fuck him.

"Taker, man… I'm not sure about this."

"Ya need t'shut the fuck up boy." There was to be no tender lovemaking here, as the less than gentle preparation by the dead man indicated. Jeff was scared now, he didn't think that any amount of preparation would get him ready for Taker.

"Please, man, I don't want this."

"Sure ya do." With that, Taker slowly pushed his cock into Jeff. Once fully sheathed, he waited a little, savouring the hot, tight feeling of being inside the younger man.

Jeff's senses were on fire. At first he couldn't decide if he wanted to die through pleasure or pain. It hurt like hell, but in the most fantastic way possible.

"Please, Taker, fucking move man. Do something, please." Jeff tried to turn his head to look at the older man, but Taker's hand on his neck prevented him from moving too far. Thoughts of protestation were gone.

A little while later, although it seemed like a lifetime to Jeff, he complied. This was a hard and fast fuck, and Jeff found himself meeting Taker's thrusts, wanting more and more. The young man figured it couldn't get any better, and then Taker reached around and roughly jerked Jeff's cock, calloused hands creating an intoxicating friction.

Jeff felt the big man's cock twitch within him and let go completely, crying out as he came. Taker joined him with a groan, pulling out reluctantly and walking straight over to the other side of the room. He picked up some tissues and held them out to Jeff.

"Here ya go boy, sorry if I was a bit rough with ya."

Jeff stood up stiffly and grinned, "anytime man, fuck me that was… something."

"Always is with me boy."

Jeff pulled up his pants, figuring now was a good time to leave, "any time you're in the Carolinas man, let me know…" His voice trailed off, as Taker knew exactly what he was implying.

"Maybe I will boy, maybe I will."

As Jeff left, Taker shook his head and sat down. The boy had grown up at last.