Jeff sat alone in the crowded bar, oblivious to everyone else. Chris was late. Again. It was always the same. He would come rushing in with some bullshit excuse, apologizing and fussing around Jeff. And Jeff knew that he would forgive his lover. He always did, he loved him.

"Hey there." Jeff looked up, to see a blond man with a tentative smile. "I thought that you didn't look too happy, so I brought you a drink." He held out a glass.

"I'm OK, thank you anyway." Jeff smiled politely but waved the drink away.

"Go on, what harm can it do?" The blond shrugged.

"I can't. I'm waiting for someone." `If he ever turns up' Jeff thought.

"Oh I see." The man backed away a little. "Well, I don't want to cause trouble for you…" He didn't leave just yet. "Look, take the drink though. There's no point it going to waste."

Jeff accepted the glass. "It's very kind of you. Thank you."

"No problem. I hope whoever you're waiting for turns up soon." The man walked away, seating himself at the other end of the bar, so he could see Jeff, but Jeff couldn't see him.

Pissed off at Chris, Jeff downed the drink, and the liquor burnt his throat. He would probably get drunk, and then when Chris finally arrived, start crying, but he didn't care. Chris didn't care about being on time, so Jeff didn't care about making a scene.

He stood up to get another drink, and wobbled. Damn that drink had been strong, and had gone straight to Jeff's head. The man on the other side of the bar noticed this and stood up, reaching Jeff just before the young man fell over.

"You don't look too good. Not used to drinking, huh?" He slipped an arm around Jeff's waist to keep him standing.

"I feel weird. Need to sit down." Jeff was slurring his words too.

"How `bout you get some fresh air. C'mon, I'll help you outside." The blond led Jeff to the exit, damn near carrying him, Jeff's legs turned completely to jelly.

He sat Jeff down and tucked his rainbow-colored hair behind his ears. "Feel any better?"

Jeff shook his head. "Wanna go home. Want Chris."

"That who you were waiting for?"

"Yep." Jeff was barely coherent now. "He's late again. Don't think he loves me."

The man shook his head, laughing. "I'm gonna take you home. Where do you live?"

"Stoppin' at the Hilton. Only here for a few days."

"OK. Come on over to my car. I'll drive you back there."

He helped Jeff to stand then led him over to the blue removal van he owned. The back doors were open, and two men were sat inside. Before Jeff realized it, he was thrown into the darkness with the two men, the doors were slammed shut, and the man quickly drove off. Jeff was aware of nothing as he faded into unconsciousness.

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The unconscious body was laid out on a couch as two men argued in front of it.

"How the fuck was I supposed to know he was famous? All you said was to bring back a pretty boy."

"Yeah, but not Jeff fucking Hardy. Do you have any idea how many cops are gonna be out looking for him?"

The blond who had found Jeff fidgeted nervously. "I'm sorry. Look, I'll take him and dump him while he's still unconscious. I used rohypnol so he won't remember a thing."

"No." The other man was tall and broad, with a shaved head that gave him a menacing look. "He's too pretty to get rid of. The specials would love him. I'll train him up for the group."

The blond looked up, shocked. "You're kidding me. He'll never handle it."

"He will under my training." He nodded greedily. "Take him to the training room and switch the cameras on. Call me as soon as he wakes up."

Jeff was picked up with ease and carried to a small bare room. There was little furniture: a desk, a cupboard, and a bed stripped totally bare. Jeff was laid on the bed, and then the blond left the room. He retreated to another room nearby, and switched on two video cameras, training both on Jeff, and waiting for him to wake up.

It was a few hours later that Jeff's green eyes flickered open. He surveyed the room, and then slowly sat up, trying to get his bearings. He realized that he was nowhere that he recognized and panicked. Once the effects of the drug had worn off he began to hammer on the door, shouting loudly.

The blond nodded and pulled out his cell phone. Punching in a few numbers, he spoke.

"Boss, he's awake."

The shaven headed man walked to the camera room to check that Jeff was fully awake, then walked to the training room and opened the door, pushing Jeff back into his room as he tried to escape.

"Calm down Jeff." He laughed as he pushed the young man back towards the bed; slamming the door behind him and hearing it lock shut. "You'll only make this more difficult than it needs to be."

"What the fuck are you doing? Let me go." Jeff moved away from him as far as he could. "Who are you? What do you want with me?"

"All these questions Jeff." He advanced towards Jeff until he was pinned in a corner. He reached out and touched his cheek, holding his jaw when he tried to pull away. "Now now. I'll answer your questions, but you have to be nice to me. Are you gonna calm down?"

Jeff nodded, too scared to do anything else.

"Good boy. Now, my name is Bob, and that is all you need to know about me. You are here because you are pretty and I like that. And what I'm gonna do, I'm gonna train you to look after our special group of customers. If you do as I say this will be a lot easier for you, but if you don't, you'll regret it. See Jeff, you can't serve our regular clients, cos one of them might recognize you and tell the police you're here. But the special group, they know how to keep a secret, I can rely on their confidentiality, so you will be serving them, once you have been trained."

Jeff was trembling, and obviously terrified. "What… what am I being trained for? Who are these people? What do they want?"

"You wanna know what we do Jeff?" Bob laughed. "This is a whorehouse. And you…" He caressed Jeff's stunned face, "are my newest whore."

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"Jeff stared at him wide-eyed, still cowering in the corner. "No way."

"Take off your clothes Jeff. I won't ask you again."

"No." Jeff stood up, defiant.

"Very well." Bob walked over to Jeff and slapped him. Jeff still refused to move so he grabbed hold of the rainbow-colored hair and dragged Jeff into the middle of the room, forcing him to the floor. With anger, he ripped Jeff's T-shirt off his body, while kicking him in the stomach. "Take your clothes off Jeff." He insisted.

"No… I won't you can't make me." Jeff gingerly pulled himself over to the wall, leaning against it.

"Feisty huh?" Bob raised his eyebrows. "I'll enjoy breaking you all the more then." He pulled out a knife. "Now, I'm going to cut these clothes off you. One wrong move and I'll stab you and leave you to bleed to death. Do you want to die?" Jeff shook his head. "Then keep still."

He proceeded to cut down the sides of Jeff's baggy jeans, and then pulled his shoes and socks off. He dragged Jeff to his feet, and the material fell away, leaving Jeff wearing just his black thong. With two swift movements, Bob ridded him of that material too.

Mortified and ashamed, Jeff tried to cover his body. This was fucked up, he wasn't a whore. He was confused and scared.

"My Jeff, you are beautiful. The special group is going to have lots of fun with you." Bob picked up Jeff's clothes. "You get some rest now. You have a lot of learning to do. I'll be back later for another lesson." He walked to the door and unlocked it, pausing to speak. "Jeff, if you do as I say, it'll be a whole lot easier for you."

As the door slammed shut Jeff slumped to the floor and began sobbing. He was hurt and scared and he wanted Chris. He wished Chris was there to protect him.

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Chris had arrived at the bar about a half-hour after Jeff had left. He looked around for his young lover and cursed. Damn Vince McMahon. He always found a reason to keep Chris late after training. He knew that Jeff hated it when he was late. And now Jeff wasn't there. Chris went up to the bar and asked about him; he was sure they would have noticed Jeff; he certainly stood out with his rainbow hair.

"Excuse me? Have you seen someone? He's about six foot one, long multi-colored hair?"

The bar tender nodded. "Yeah, someone like that was in here, but he left with a blond guy about a half hour ago."

Chris was shocked. Jeff had never, ever gone off with another man. He always waited for Chris. Admittedly he'd get drunk and make a scene, but never would he go off with someone else. Chris just knew it, something was wrong. He left the bar, then got out his cell phone and called everyone he could think of; trying to find out if they had seen or heard from Jeff. Everyone knew that this was uncharacteristic behavior so they all met up in the lobby of the hotel, to try and work out what to do.

"There's nothing we can do." Adam confirmed. "He might be anywhere, and he might come back."

"What if something bad's happened? What if he's been kidnapped?" Chris was tearing out his hair with worry and frustration.

"We have to wait twenty four hours before we can report him missing." Jay's brother was a cop so he knew about these things.

"So what the fuck do we do?" Matt was as worried as Chris, and Shane was doing his best to try and calm his lover down.

"We can't do anything. We just have to wait."



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Bob walked back into the room a little later on. Jeff was laid on the bed, shivering and scared.

"Hello Jeff. Ready for another lesson?" Jeff just stared at him. "Stand up."

He did as he was told, scared of another beating. Idly the older man fingered the bruises and footprints he'd left on Jeff's stomach. Jeff flinched with each touch.

"Jeff, if you do as I say, I won't hurt you again. Now the first thing you have to learn is about ownership. We own you. You will call any man who comes to you Master. Do you understand?"

"What the hell? You don't own me. You can't make me do that." Jeff reacted instinctively, only to receive a stinging slap to the cheek again.

"I do own you, and I can do this. I guess I'm just going to have to force you to understand." As Jeff watched, Bob went to the cupboard and unlocked it, bringing out something that Jeff couldn't see at first, but he soon realized what it was.

A whip.

"What the hell are you doing?" Jeff backed up against the wall, as Bob casually flicked the leather strap. "You can't… please don't…"

Bob dragged Jeff over to the bed and flung him over it. Brutally he brought the whip down on Jeff's back eight times, without even breaking a sweat.

"Do you understand me?" he asked.

"Yes… yes…" Jeff stammered, his body stinging and aching.

"Wrong." Again he whipped Jeff, this time nine times. "Try again."

"I understand. Please stop hurting me."

"You're forgetting something Jeff." His voice was cold.

"What?" He was almost screaming with pain.

The whip was brought down on his back again, and the young man realized what was expected of him.

"Master… please stop… please master." It mortified him to say it, but he had no choice. Blood was trickling down his back; his creamy-white skin was marred with welts and lines of blood. The pain was agonizing.

"Good boy." The whip was swiftly locked up again, and Bob returned to Jeff's side. "That wasn't too hard to learn, was it?"

"No master." Jeff buried his face in the mattress in shame.

"Good. Now you know your position. We are your masters, and you are anything we want you to be. Slave, whore, slut. You will accept whatever we call you. Understand?"

"Yes master." Although a voice inside his head was screaming that he shouldn't submit to this, his body was telling him he had no choice.

"Good boy. Now go for a shower." Bob led Jeff to an adjoining room where there was a shower and toilet. The water was agony at first but soon began to soothe Jeff's pain. He scrubbed himself as much as he could, feeling violated and unclean, then dried himself off and was led back to the training room.

"You may use the bathroom whenever you wish. We need to keep you looking lovely for the special group, don't we?" Jeff flinched. "I will warn you now; there are no means of escape from this room. There is no point in trying. I'll have someone bring in some food to you, and then I suggest you get some sleep."

"Yes master." Jeff was downcast, and too exhausted to fight right now. This was hell, and he had a feeling that this was only the beginning.



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Jeff was left undisturbed until the next evening, save for the blond man, who brought him food and drink at regular intervals. Bob returned to the room late on, just when Jeff was at his most tense, wondering that would happen next.

"Jeff, you know that sex is going to be an important part of your job, don't you?"

He was horrified at the thought, but had to go along with this. "Yes master."

"Therefore I need to test out some things. Test your skills, so to speak. Have you ever given oral sex Jeff?"

His cheeks reddened. "Yes master."

Bob dropped his pants and pulled down his boxers. "Suck me off."

Jeff stared at the man's crotch in horror. The very sight of it made him feel ill, the stale smell, everything made him feel awful. He moved his head a little closer, and then shrank away.

"I can't master. I'm sorry."

"What do you mean, you can't." Familiar calmness remained on Bob's face.

"I'm sorry master… I… I just can't." Jeff's eyes filled with easy tears. God only knew what Bob would do to him for this.

"Hmmmm. Maybe that pretty little mouth of yours needs some exercise, huh?" Jeff just stared, unsure what he would do to him. He went over to the cupboard and removed what looked like a dildo, and something else. The dildo was forcefully pushed into Jeff's mouth, almost reaching the back of his throat, making him gag. Then the ties on the end of the dildo were secured around Jeff's head, securing the position of the object. Then Jeff's hands were cuffed behind his back, so that he was helpless. There was no way he could remove the horrible intrusion in his mouth.

Bob left, knowing that half an hour would be enough to break Jeff.

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Chris and Matt went to the police that evening. There had been no sign of Jeff for over twenty-four hours, and both of them were terrified. They gave all the details they could, but the police weren't optimistic about the chances of finding him. Only when Chris called Vince and told him that one of his superstars was missing did anyone seem concerned. Once Vince exerted a little pressure, the way a rich and powerful man could, a full-scale investigation was underway.

Back at the hotel Matt went to his room with Shane. Vince's son was being as supportive as he could be to his lover. Chris went to his hotel room, the room he had shared with Jeff. It was tinged and shadowed with memories. Even his luggage was still scattered over one side of the room. His eyes filling with tears, Chris picked up one of Jeff's T-shirts. It still smelled like him. Devastated, Chris lay in the bed that he and Jeff had shared and sobbed until he slept.

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Bob returned to Jeff, and first undid his handcuffs, then removed the dildo from his mouth.

"Jeff, do you understand now? I can leave that thing in your mouth for as long as you want."

"No master, I understand." Jeff's jaw was aching and he felt like he wanted to throw up. He knew he had no choice in this; Bob was obviously prepared to do anything.

"Suck me off." Again the older man revealed his crotch to Jeff. This time, with his eyes tightly shut to stem his revulsion, Jeff

complied, sucking the older man off as best he knew how, trying to make him cum so the experience would be over quickly.

Bob felt himself orgasm and held Jeff's head as the young man drank everything he gave. He was impressed. "Very good Jeff." He breathed. "The special group will like that. You've obviously had a lot of practice. Always been a whore perhaps."

Jeff slumped to the floor, horrified. He felt sick, the taste of his master's cum lingering in his throat. Bob laughed at him.

"You'll learn to enjoy it Jeff." Somehow Jeff doubted that. "Whenever anyone asks you to suck them off, you do it, get down on your knees and do as they say, understand?"

"Yes master." Jeff's voice was almost inaudible.

"I'm not so sure you do." He shook his head. "I think you need a little more practice." He retrieved the dildo from the cupboard, and pushed it back into Jeff's mouth, fastening it again. But this time he didn't bother with the handcuffs. "Do not remove this." He grabbed Jeff's hair. "I'll know, and if you do remove it, I'll tie you up and make you wear it for a week, understand me?"

Jeff nodded frantically. The thing was agony, and his mouth hurt.

"Good. It will be removed when your food is brought in."

He left, Jeff was alone and terrified. He believed his master when he said that he would know, and he couldn't risk it. He tried to lie back against the wall, but the welts on his back hurt too much, so he laid on his front until the blond man arrived with his food.

The dildo was removed and Jeff ate quickly. The man watched him eat, and then when he was finished, looked curious and suddenly commanding.

"Suck me off." He ordered.

"What?" Jeff looked up, shocked, to see the man's penis pushed towards his face.

"Do it."

"I… I…" Jeff tried to stall him, to pretend this wasn't happening.

"Now, slut."

Jeff complied. He sucked at the man with the same vigor he had used with Bob, hoping to make him climax quickly, to make the experience be over soon. The man shot his load down Jeff's throat, almost choking him. He seemed to revel in Jeff's helplessness. Without another word he re-dressed and left the room. Jeff immediately ran to the toilet and threw up everything he had just eaten. He couldn't handle this. Why wasn't someone here to rescue him? He wanted to be with Chris. He wanted Chris to hold him and make everything OK. But he couldn't and Jeff was alone. Very alone.



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Bob returned to Jeff later, how long the wrestler didn't know, he'd lost all concept of time, day or night. He went straight to the cupboard and brought out the whip.

"You failed Jeff." He brought the whip down on Jeff's already damaged back, and further marred the skin.

"I'm sorry master" he screamed, terrified and not knowing what he had done wrong.

"You will learn to obey all of your masters, and when they tell you to do something, you do it immediately."

Jeff realized what he had done. The blond man. "Master, please, I'm sorry." He tried to shield himself from the blows.

"Good." He stopped his actions. "Now you know what to do."

Without a word, and ignoring his aching, agonized body, Jeff performed his task once again. He felt even sicker inside, but he had no choice. He didn't want to hurt, he didn't want to die.

"That's better." After he had climaxed, Bob lifted Jeff up on to the bed and was almost tender towards him. "You'll learn Jeff. It will get easier."

"Yes master." Jeff sniffed, burying his head in the mattress.

"I'll leave you for a few days now. I don't think you need teaching anything for a while, not until these cuts have healed. I'll keep up with what you've already learned, but I won't teach you anything else yet."

"Thank you master." Jeff was relieved, his body hurt worse than it ever had, after any of those TLC matches or anything.



And so it was for the next few days, while Jeff recovered physically. Bob would expect oral sex from him, would expect Jeff to call him master, but that was all. He insisted that Jeff kept himself looking good, shaving the patterns into his facial hair, and dying his hair. Jeff was fed fairly well; his captivity was bearable. But his wounds were healing also and Bob knew that tomorrow Jeff would be strong enough to continue his training.

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Chris and Matt were still frantic. No one had seen anything, and the police were drawing blanks wherever they looked. Matt had Shane to look after him, but Chris had no one. He was falling apart; without Jeff he had nothing, and his vivid imagination terrified him, the thought of Jeff hurting too much to bear. But he didn't give up. He knew in his heart that Jeff was still alive, and he prayed that he would see his lover again.



Jeff dreaded his master's next visit. He knew that something new was going to happen, but had no idea what. His worst fears were heightened when Bob entered the room and took all his clothes off. Jeff sat trembling on the bed.

"I'm going to fuck you today Jeff." He announced. "Get on your hands and knees."

"Master, please, I can't do this… I can't." Jeff had guessed this might be coming one day, but he wanted to fight this. He had to. He belonged to Chris and he couldn't let another man take him.

"Are you disobeying me?" he asked coldly.

"Master, I'm begging you… please don't do this." Jeff was close to tears, desperate, willing to do anything else.

Methodically Bob picked up two sets of handcuffs and forced Jeff to lie down on the bed. He put one set of handcuffs around each wrist and chained him to the bed. He then pushed Jeff's knees up so that he was helpless for what would follow.

"Jeff, begging won't do any good. I will fuck you. The special groups will want to fuck you, so you have to learn how to take it."

Without any consideration for Jeff, Bob pushed his erection into the young man, not using any lube or anything, not even giving him time to adjust to the feeling. Jeff screamed. It hurt so bad, worse than anything that had happened before. He kept telling himself that this wasn't happening. It wasn't.

"So fucking good." His master cried as he abused Jeff. He brutally fucked him, causing him to bleed and making him scream and whimper in agony. Jeff buried his head in the mattress and screamed and screamed, even after the rape was over. Bob pulled out of Jeff and laughed a little.

Once Jeff had stopped screaming, Bob spoke to him in a cold tone. "Jeff, I'm displeased with your reaction. The special group will insist that you remain silent while they fuck you. You may not scream unless they say so. Do you understand me?"

Jeff didn't answer. He was sobbing into the mattress. The older man felt a little sorry for him, the first time was always difficult, and it was a traumatic experience for them. But he had a sure-fire way of making them learn. And Jeff would learn, Bob would make sure of it. He left the young man alone, to let him get over that experience before he tried anything else.

Jeff was broken, truly broken. Ever since he'd been told that he was in a whorehouse, he'd prayed that this day would never come. He belonged to Chris. Chris was the only person who should fuck him. Jeff had wanted it to be only ever Chris. And now he'd been violated in the most brutal way. And it was too late.

He ached. He was in complete agony. Because he was chained to the bed Jeff couldn't see for sure, but he felt like he was bleeding, and he could feel his master's cum dripping out of him. It repulsed him, terrified him, and horrified him. Crying bitterly, he lay down as best he could and tried to keep some hope in his heart that Chris would find him soon. But the hope he had was slowly seeping away.



Bob walked into the room early the next morning. This was going to be a long and painful day for Jeff, so it had to start early.

He undid one of the handcuffs to allow Jeff to have something to eat, and then chained him back up again. It was important that he was chained up; he'd never survive this otherwise.

"Did I hurt you yesterday Jeff?"

Jeff looked up, wary. "No master."

He laughed. "Yes I did, I made you bleed. You are wonderfully tight, but the special group won't want you to bleed, so we need you to become more used to taking it."

"Yes master." Jeff was on his hands and knees again and he felt humiliated. What would happen now?

"Practice will make this easier for you." Jeff shuddered. "So I've arranged for two friends of mine to help me. We are going to take it in turns to fuck you. When we are tired of fucking you, we will fuck you with a vibrator. Basically Jeff, for every moment of today, you will have something up your ass."

Jeff turned around as best he could. "Please don't do this. Please… I can't take it. I'll do anything, but please don't do this." He was close to tears, and his green eyes stared up pleadingly at his master.

"I know you'll do anything Jeff. You're a whore, it's your job." Bob was calm, eerily calm. "It makes no difference. After today you should be ready for the special group. Today is the key."

"Master please." Jeff clenched his fists. "Please."

"Shut the fuck up." Two other men entered the room. One of them was the blond man, the other Jeff didn't recognize.

Bob knelt on the bed and Jeff tensed. Without any warning, he pushed himself inside Jeff and fucked him as brutally as he had done before. When he came it was almost a relief for Jeff, as the liquid soothed his bruised insides a little. But the pain wasn't even started yet for Jeff. Bob proceeded to fuck him with a vibrator until his arm got tired, and then the blond man replaced him, then the other man, in a cycle that lasted for hours.

Jeff had passed out through the pain after a while. The vibrator was an even more painful invasion because of the hard, unyielding material it was made of. He couldn't handle it. Nevertheless, the three men continued to abuse the unconscious man until Bob called a halt.

"That's enough. I think we've broken him. We'll give him a few days, and then test him. Call John and set it up."

He uncuffed Jeff and looked down at him. In anyone else, the look of pain on Jeff's face would have aroused sympathy, but all Bob saw was money. He knew that Jeff would be popular with the special group, and that they would pay well for the privilege of having him. Now that he was broken, the money would come rolling in.



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Chris and Matt took a leave of absence to stay in the city where Jeff had disappeared. They were kept in touch with the police investigation, but there was no news. It was as if Jeff had fallen off the face of the earth.

They supported each other as best they could. They put up posters, walked around every street, there was nothing they didn't try, but it all seemed hopeless. All they had was a joint belief that Jeff was alive, a hope that he was out there somewhere.

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When Jeff became conscious he realized he was alone and tried to move, but couldn't because it hurt too much. He knew it was over now. He knew that Bob could hurt him worse than any pain he'd ever known, and he had no choice. He had to do what Bob said, otherwise anything could happen. And Jeff didn't want it anymore. He'd failed Chris, he'd let other men fuck him. Nothing mattered anymore, except staying alive. Something had broken inside.

Once he felt physically stronger, he made his way to the shower and tried to make himself clean. But the abuse just made him feel dirty and he couldn't make himself feel clean no matter how hard he tried. But it didn't seem to matter anymore.

He became like a robot on the outside. When the blond man brought his food he sat in silence and ate, he did exactly as he was told. Bob was delighted, he knew for sure now that Jeff was ready for the special group. A second call was made to John and the next day the man came to see Jeff. He looked at him from the camera room and was impressed.

"He's beautiful." He gasped. "You say he's broken?"

Bob nodded. "Anything you want. We're still testing him here, so if you need to discipline him you can."

"I hope that won't be necessary." John made his way to the training room, as Bob watched the scene on camera. Here was the test. Jeff looked up at this new man. He knew that he was being tested, so he stood demurely, waiting for his first command.

"Undress me Jeff." his harsh, grating tone commanded.

"Yes master." Jeff did as he was told, pulling off the man's clothes and folding them neatly.

"Very good." He went to the cupboard and opened it, retrieving a wooden paddle from it. "Do you know what I'm going to do with this Jeff?"

"No master." Jeff looked at the floor, having a good idea what it was for but not wanting it to happen.

"Would you like me to show you?"

"Yes please master." Jeff hated saying that; it was like he was consenting to the abuse.

John sat down, pulling Jeff over his knee. He hit him with the paddle once.

"Do you see what it's for?" He laughed cruelly, hitting him again.

"Yes master. It's for people who have been bad." Jeff gasped, trying not to scream.

"That's right." John hit him again. "And I'm hitting you because you're bad. You're a little slut aren't you?"

"Yes master." John hit him again, forcing Jeff to admit to all sorts of sexual indiscretions, hitting him each time.

Eventually he pushed Jeff to the floor, put the paddle away and came back to the bed, grabbing Jeff's hair and pulling him up onto the bed. Jeff got on his hands and knees, guessing what was coming next. He was right, as John grabbed his hips and pushed himself inside Jeff. The younger man bit his lip to stop himself screaming; he wasn't allowed to scream. Instead he closed his eyes and uttered a silent prayer until the violent fucking was over.

Even then, he knew that John might not have finished with him. Indeed he hadn't. He cuffed Jeff's hands behind his back and pushed him to the floor. Jeff was then pulled to his knees and John fucked his face furiously. Jeff tried to do what he thought John would want, hoping that he wouldn't last long before he came. But John pulled out of Jeff's mouth and came all over his face, laughing as he did so. Jeff sat there, humiliated as cum dripped all over his face. He was handcuffed so he could do nothing. It was horrible.

John re-dressed as Jeff watched him, still helpless.

"Well done Jeff. You'll do well." were his words of praise before he left.

Jeff was cold on the outside. He pretended that he was coping with this. But on the inside he was screaming. All he could do was surviving. He couldn't even think about Chris without feeling guilt and pain. He had nothing left, except his life.



Bob gave Jeff a few days without any sort of sexual contact before he would be submitted to the special group. It didn't particularly help Jeff much though: he was terrified and this just prolonged the terror. The not knowing, having no idea what they would do to him, was scarier than anything. Jeff's mind occasionally focused on Chris and Matt. He wondered what they were doing, whether they were worried about him. But he couldn't dwell on them; it hurt too much. Jeff believed that he'd failed them, he should have done anything to stop those men; by submitting to them he'd betrayed the ones he loved, and he hated himself for it. Perhaps being a whore was all he was worth.

Jeff was sleeping when Bob came into him and woke him by grabbing his hair and pulling him to his feet. Immediately Jeff snapped awake.

"Come with me Jeff. It's time for you to meet the special group."

Those words sent shivers down Jeff's spine. This was what he had been trained for, and what they would do to him Jeff had no idea.

For the first time. Jeff was allowed to leave the room. He was taken down two flights of stairs, and then pushed into what looked like a huge basement room. Jeff looked around in horror: there were ten men there, and the room was filled by various pieces of furniture, the likes of which Jeff had never seen before, along with cupboards and display cabinets that exhibited all sorts of horrible things.

He remembered what Bob had warned him about his behavior, and stood quietly, waiting for his first order. He stood for about ten minutes, and then one man ordered him to approach.

Jeff stood in front of the man, trembling. He was fat and Jeff was repulsed, he seemed to exude sleaziness. The man touched Jeff's cheek, examining his face, and then prompted him to turn around so that he could examine every part of Jeff's naked body. The feel of his sweaty hands on his skin made Jeff feel sick, but still he remained, even more wary of the punishment.

"This is Jeff Hardy. I've watched him on TV so many times, and wondered about that divine ass, and I'm certainly going to enjoy this." He announced to the others, who nodded in agreement. "Let's see what he's made of." He was naked, as were all the men and he pointed to his crotch. "You know what to do boy."

Jeff got on his knees. He knew what to do, but it had never been as horrible as it was now. The man smelled of stale sweat, and he repulsed the young man. But Jeff did as he was told and sucked him off, doing the best he could so that this ordeal would be over quickly.

Before he could make him cum, the man grabbed Jeff's hair and made him go down on all fours, then fucked him, uttering incoherent words as he thrust inside Jeff, until with a loud grunt he came, digging his nails into Jeff's back as he did so.

Even before he pulled out of Jeff, another man had grabbed the young wrestler and pushed his erection into his mouth, demanding Jeff suck him off too. Jeff did as he was told, and before he realized it another man was fucking him. This endless cycle seemed to go on and on until all the men were satisfied, except for one.

Once the other men were finished, they watched eagerly as the last man dragged Jeff over to a table and bent him over it. Jeff lay prone, waiting for whatever the man would do to him. He was vaguely aware that the other men were playing with themselves, and it disgusted him and humiliated him. The man returned to Jeff, and he was hiding something, two things in his hands. Jeff braced himself, he knew what would happen.

The vibrator was pushed into him then a second later the whip was brought down on his back. Jeff squeezed his eyes shut. He wasn't allowed to scream, he couldn't scream. He just had to take the pain, however long it lasted.

Jeff didn't know how long it lasted. He passed out, his body unable to take the pain. He didn't know what happened after that. When he awoke he was back in the training room, his body burned and he could hardly move. Gingerly he looked up to see Bob standing over him.

"The special group likes you Jeff." He announced. "They were very impressed with your behavior."

"Thank you master." Jeff whispered.

"You've learnt well Jeff. I'm pleased. You can have the rest of the week off, and then the special group will see you again next week."

Jeff felt like he needed the rest of the week just to recover. In the shower he surveyed his battered and bruised body: some of those marks were definitely going to scar. He looked ugly and disgusting; no one would want him if he'd ever escaped from here. He hated himself on the outside for looking like this. If he could die, he would, but the thought of seeing Chris and Matt one more time kept him alive. Even if they hated him, they were all he had left.

A pattern seemed to emerge. Jeff would go to the special group, they would all fuck him one way or another, and then he would be whipped and abused into unconsciousness. He would then be given the rest of the week to recover. There would be some variation: sometimes they asked him to masturbate in front of them, or to fuck himself with a vibrator. This humiliated Jeff more than anything else. They seemed to enjoy his reluctance, his horror in the idea that he should gain any pleasure from this.

One week Jeff walked in and he knew that something was different. He was immediately told to sit down and masturbate. He complied, closing his eyes and imagining that he was alone and that if he made himself cum it would be over. When he was close to climaxing he felt something cold slipped over his cock and fastened at the base. It was a cock ring. Jeff froze and almost stopped touching himself, until he remembered that he hadn't been given permission to do so, so continued to stroke his aching cock, knowing that he wouldn't be able to cum, no matter what.

"Stop touching yourself." Jeff was ordered, so he immediately complied. Then he felt a man's mouth around him, sucking at him almost painfully. Despite himself, he was aroused by the feeling; it had been so long since anyone had done anything for him. Jeff was desperate to climax. His cock hurt so badly, he needed to cum or he felt like he would explode.

The man stopped and looked at Jeff. "Do you want to cum, boy?" he asked.

"Yes, please master. Please let me." Jeff begged.

"Good boy." He laughed, and then released the ring. Almost immediately Jeff climaxed a seemingly endless spurt over his hands and stomach.

"Clean yourself up." the man ordered brusquely. Jeff did as he was told, licking the cum from his fingers and scooping it up from his stomach. Some of the men had been masturbating while they had been watching him.

He was told to lie down in the centre of the room on his back, and as the men surrounded him Jeff knew what they were doing. They were all jacking themselves off furiously, and each one spilled his seed over Jeff, some on his face, some his hair, his chest, his legs, but he dare not move. He was being degraded here, he knew it, but there was nothing he could do. When they had finished they all left the room. Jeff knew better than to move. So, he lay completely still as the fluid dried all over his skin. He felt dirty and repulsed, but when the men returned they seemed delighted.

"Don't you look lovely?" They laughed as they made Jeff stand, and then pushed him towards one of the strange devices in the corner of the room. It was a horizontal bar, at about waist height, with ankle and wrist shackles underneath it. The bar was attached to a pulley that meant it could be raised or lowered depending on what was needed.

The bar was lowered and Jeff was draped over it. His wrists and ankles were attached to the shackles and the bar was raised. He was positioned so that his ass was raised in the air, his hips thrown over the bar. As the bar was raised, it pulled at Jeff's hips, causing him to almost cry out in pain.

There was a platform where the men could stand, and each one stood there and fucked him brutally. Jeff couldn't fight, he couldn't move, he was powerless and prone. This was horrible, these men could do anything to him and he was absolutely powerless to refuse. As normal Jeff was beaten into unconsciousness and he awoke, in agony, in the training room.

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