Jeff was seated on his chair, leaned back into the soft cushion of the fluffy, leather recliner that faced his bed, his eyes transfixed ahead, staring straight into nothing. His right foot rested on top of his left knee, his fingers interlaced close to his face in front of him with his elbows resting on the arms of the chair, Jeff himself lost in deep thought. He was surrounded in total darkness, the soft glow of the pale, full moon that shone outside in the beautiful, Southern summer night creeping in from the open window next to him; casting a mystical glow on his unmoving form. The light hid his face in the shadows, his body seeming like a statue. Jeff's chest moving slowly as he breathed evenly was the only sign that there was life or perhaps a semblance of it in him, the silence he bathed in almost deafening to a maddening degree.

Jeff heard the front door gently open and shut as it was soon accompanied by the sound of luggage being set down and the shuffle of soft footsteps that made its way upstairs to his room, the light in the hallway outside of it turning on.

"Jeff...?" the voice called out as the footsteps drew closer to him. The light from the hallway slowly seeped into the room as the door opened, the hinges creaking a bit as he saw a hand reaching for the light switch. Jeff squinted his eyes, the abrupt switch from darkness to luminosity causing him brief discomfort. "Jeff, why are you sitting in the dark?" the small figure in the doorway asked, a worried look marking his boyish face.

"Just thinking, Shannon," Jeff said as he got up from his chair to walk towards him and place a soft kiss on his lips hello.

"What about?" Shannon asked, reaching up to Jeff's face and tucking a loose, silky lock of his electric-blue hair behind his ear. He marveled at how Jeff's hair managed to stay in such a healthy condition after the almost-daily dying he would put it through, the purple highlights amidst the near-endless sea of blue catching his eye.

"You, me, our wedding..." Jeff replied, his face an unreadable mask.

"Oh," Shannon said with uncertainty in his voice. He stepped back from his fiance and studied him, a fear slowly creeping into him that Jeff wanted to break off their engagement and move on to other things - to other people.

"No, babe, come here," Jeff chuckled, taking Shannon's hand in his and interlocking their fingers as he pulled him closer to his body to kiss him tenderly on the lips. "I've just been thinking about how much I love you...and how I can't bear the thought of losing you. I think that'd just drive me out of my mind."

"Aw, Jeffy, don't say that," Shannon said, calling Jeff by the nickname only he was allowed to get away with without the risk of bodily harm and kissing him back. "That's never going to happen. You're gonna be stuck with me forever - whether you like it or not." he added with a slight giggle.

Jeff grinned knowingly and kissed Shannon again, deeper and more impassioned this time around. Their lips brushed softly against one another's, Jeff parting Shannon's with his tongue and licking the inner walls of his mouth. He pushed against his teeth, begging for entrance, to which Shannon chuckled lightly and happily allowed him access. Jeff ran a hand up Shannon's back with one hand while he cupped the back of his head with the other, Shannon wrapping his arms around Jeff's neck and pulling him even closer to further the passion of their kiss.

A small moan escaped Shannon's mouth; once again tasting Jeff's sweet lips after being away from him for almost a month making his knees feel weak. He had been in Stamford in Connecticut, attending meetings with the WWFE higher-ups to organize the roster of the new WCW and discuss storylines that were going to be put into effect once the promotion was prepared to go into broadcast. Shannon met with fellow wrestlers from the old WCW and new faces alike, acquainting themselves and conferring about ways to make improvements on the atmosphere of the locker room - the one from the previous regime leaving them with a bad taste in their mouths and desiring far better.

A lot of progress was made but there was still more yet to be covered, and Shannon was allowed a week's respite before being called back up to Connecticut to rough out the remaining edges and hopefully getting a set date on the premiere of WCW. He intended on coming back to Cameron and spending that week with Jeff, who had asked Vince for a week off of his hectic schedule as well, the tables match with the Dudleys on Smackdown! in Madison Square Garden leaving him a little achy around the joints. It would be a nice change to just stay home with Jeff for a whole week, the two not having been able to see much of each other since Vince bought WCW and started making plans for restructuring the company and putting it back on the air.

Jeff and Shannon broke the kiss and touched foreheads as they looked into each other's eyes, the evidence of their affection for one another clearly showing in their twin emerald gazes without the need to vocalize it. They closed their eyes and nuzzled each other's faces, mimicking the way certain animals displayed their love for each other, as if getting to know one and the other's scent once again. Jeff gently kissed Shannon over a closed eyelid, placed another on the tip of his nose and pecked him on the lips, Shannon purring with delight as he pulled Jeff closer to him by the waist, rejoining them into another heated kiss.

Jeff pulled away from Shannon and looked into his hypnotic green eyes, making Shannon feel as though he was staring right back into a jaded abyss.

"So what ya been up to, babe?" Shannon asked, twirling a silken, electric-blue tress on his finger.

"Nothin' much... did some remodeling in the basement - wanna check it out?" Jeff said excitedly, taking Shannon by the hand and dragging him out the door before he could answer. Jeff ran so fast down the stairs that Shannon almost stumbled and fell on him, thankful for the banister keeping him from falling as he shot out a hand to keep him from losing balance. He quickly made his way into the kitchen where the door to the basement was located, Shannon struggling to keep up and hard-pressed to dodging anything breakable he was in danger of colliding with along the way.

Jeff opened the door, pitch-blackness following the fifth step that led to the basement down the stairs, appearing to be enveloped in an ebon void as he peered in. Jeff pulled out a white bandana from the back pocket of his tight-fitting jeans and held it out to Shannon, who looked at him curiously.

"Put it on," Jeff said, a coy grin forming on his handsome face, showcasing his seldom-seen dimples. "I want this to be a surprise."

Shannon nodded and took the bandana, folding it a few times before putting it securely over his eyes and tying it around the back of his head as his breathing returned to normal. He felt Jeff take his hand softly into his own and carefully lead him down the stairs, the smell of what seemed like leather wafting into his nostrils. Shannon cocked his head and furrowed his eyebrows in curiosity, feeling what he thought was a strap brush against his shoulder as he passed it by.

"Here, sit down and don't take the blindfold off until I tell you to." Jeff urged him as he walked off to change his attire.

The sound of leather giving way to his weight as he sat down on the chair confirmed to Shannon that it was what he had smelled earlier, making himself comfortable as he waited for Jeff. His inquisitiveness almost got the best of him, having to concentrate on keeping himself from pulling the bandana off of his eyes on several occasions. Shannon sat and waited for what seemed like hours, drumming his fingers gently on the arms of the chair as he patiently waited for Jeff.

Curiosity piqued at Shannon again, the sound of form-fitting leather apparel stretching to accommodate the mass that filled it followed by the click of booted heels tapping on the smooth, tiled floor as it came closer clearly audible to him. He looked around vainly; trying to discern which direction the noise was coming from as the sounds stopped right in front of him. Beads of sweat appeared on his forehead, Shannon almost apprehensive in finding out what Jeff had in store for him.

"You can remove the blindfold now, Shannon," Jeff said in an even voice, almost with a hint of authority.

Shannon did as he was told, taking the bandana off and rubbing at his eyes to get out the blurriness in his vision to focus his sight. His eyes went wide upon the sight before him, all his attention centering on Jeff, who stood smirking in front of him. Shannon's mouth was left gaping open, rubbing at his eyes again to make sure it wasn't an illusion that he was staring at and that it was Jeff standing in front of him, dressed in the fashion that he was.

Jeff stood before Shannon wearing low-riding, black leather chaps decorated elaborately with shiny studs and frills on the sides of the legs that barely hung on his hips, held up only by the belt buckle attached to the waistband and showing off his delicious hipbone. A black, vinyl thong that appeared to be barely containing him with a zipper on the crotch accompanied the outfit, complemented by black cowboy boots with spurs on the back of it resting under the stirrups. A black, five-feet-long leather whip was coiled up and attached to a holster on the left side of his hip, a hunting knife sheathed in a fine leather case strapped on the opposite. The barbell in Jeff's navel gleamed in the almost surreal light of the room, supplemented by the hoops that rested in his erect nipples. Jeff's torso was covered in body oil; his lean, muscular frame glistening around his clean-shaven chest and abdomen - the only trace of hair left on it being his treasure trail, which was artfully manipulated with a fine razor that begins at his bellybutton leading down to his crotch. An almost-sadistic grin curled his lips, his hair down and almost touching his shoulders with a couple of loose locks falling to the side of his face, his green eyes sparkling with a sinister glint.

"J-Jeff..." Shannon stammered, not quite sure what to make of Jeff's get-up save for the familiar stirring in his groin that awakened his arousal as he turned his head from left to right. "What have you done with this place...?"

It was then that Shannon had taken his first glance of the room, seeing a gynecologist's examining chair behind Jeff towards the left corner. Not too far from it to the right of it was what appeared to be a restraining device that rested on the wall where one would be bound by the wrists and ankles in crucifix fashion, other binds accompanying it that looked to serve for holding anyone in it by the neck and waist, further limiting movement. The opposite wall was adorned by utility hooks from which various items such as whips and paddles hung, below them were three low, black oaken bureaus that were lined from wall to wall - obviously containing even more toys for games and such of the sexual kind within. On top of the middle one rested a stereo system, several small tower racks of CDs that matched the cabinets in color surrounding it in a semicircle. A love swing hung low from the ceiling to the left of Jeff that was slowly swinging from side to side, obviously the thing Shannon had come across earlier when he was being walked to his seat. Shannon ventured a glance to his left and swallowed fretfully, an operating table sitting on the corner of the room complete with the tools necessary to carry one out catching the attention of his eyes.

Casting a wary look back towards Jeff, Shannon asked him again with a shaky voice, "What's all this for Jeff?"

"Why, for fun, Shan, don't you like it?" Jeff replied with a chuckle that hinted of a bit of insanity, sending a cold chill running down Shannon's spine.

"Babe, I think you've been doing a one-too-many Swantons - are you okay?" Shannon said, getting up and walking towards him to place a hand on his forehead to check his temperature. "You're looking really pale and you feel very cold, Jeff."

"I'm fine, baby, honest..." Jeff said, innocently smiling at him. "I just wanna play a little game, is all."

"Well... this outfit's really getting to me, Jeff," Shannon said breathily into Jeff's ear, licking at the lobe. He gently tugged on one of Jeff's nipple rings, causing Jeff to close his eyes and draw in a sharp breath. Jeff gave him a light kiss on the lips and traced a finger along Shannon's chest, letting it rest on his solar plexus. He pushed him back on the chair, his face set in stone, drawing an uncertain look from Shannon.

"Lose the clothes," Jeff said coolly, jaded orbs boring a hole through Shannon, who looked up at him with a trace of fear.

"Jeff..." Shannon replied nervously, unsure of how to react now that their little game had already begun.

"When you are told to do something by your master, you will OBEY, you little bitch!" Jeff exclaimed, removing the whip from its holster, uncoiling it and cracking it against the wall next to Shannon's head and making him flinch. The loud snap of the leather in such close proximity caused Shannon's ears to ring, covering them with his hands. He immediately stood up and disrobed in record time, his clothes flying everywhere and not giving a care where they landed. Shannon looked back at Jeff fearfully to await his next order, only to be approached and whacked across the face by the butt of the whip. "Don't fucking look at me unless you're told to do so!" Jeff barked, his voice shrill as Shannon averted his eyes from Jeff and put a hand up to his face to examine the damage administered by the whip. There were no physical changes to the surface of the skin but he was sure there was a red mark across his cheek from where Jeff had struck him.

"But, Jeff..." Shannon made the mistake of squeaking out, having never before played a game of domination. Jeff growled in frustration and grabbed Shannon by his hair, dragging him over to the wall where he intended to tie him up. "Jeff, let go! You're hurting me!" Shannon screamed, futilely attempting to pry Jeff's grip from his head. "What the fuck's gotten into you???"

Jeff gave him no response and pushed Shannon hard against the wall, his head bouncing off of it and nearly knocking him unconscious. He set down the whip and bound Shannon's wrists and ankles to the leather restraints, Shannon's lightheadedness preventing him from putting up much of a resistance. Jeff pushed up against Shannon, rubbing his leather-clad crotch roughly against Shannon's tight, shapely ass.

Shannon groaned, shaking his head of the cobwebs that fogged up his mind. He weakly defied Jeff, still shocked at the fact that the man he was about to marry would do such a thing to him before the adrenaline started kicking in. He began to pull on his restraints, his movement far too limited for his liking. Shannon pushed back against Jeff, not feeling so much love for him in his current state. Jeff chuckled to himself in an ominous tone, letting Shannon feel his increasing excitement by rubbing his cock brusquely against his ass, whispering heatedly in his ear, "I'm gonna make you my bitch, Shanny... I'm gonna make you scream my name out till your throat feels raw... I'm gonna fuck your ass so hard you won't walk for a week..."

Shannon felt a sliver of fear crawl up his spine, Jeff's words burning his ears with each heated hiss emanating from his lips. He trembled slightly with a combination of apprehension and excitement, hating himself for the fact that Jeff was still turning him on despite the fact that he knew he was going to be in for one hell of a degrading, painful night at his hands. Shannon cursed himself silently when he heard a moan coming from his own traitorous lips, Jeff grinning devilishly as he rested his chin on Shannon's shoulder.

"I see you're already liking it..." Jeff taunted him, reaching in front of Shannon and twisting his nipple painfully.

Shannon winced and turned his face to Jeff, trying to bite at his nose, his teeth gnashing with anger. "Jeff, stop this shit! It's not funny anymore!" Shannon shouted, his adrenaline further driving him to struggle.

"Nuh-uh, baby... Gotta make you my little slut, first." Jeff murmured to him as Shannon growled at him in frustration.

A sharp, stinging slap to the ass caused Shannon to yelp, Jeff bending down to pick up the whip and stepping back a few paces from him. Jeff studied Shannon's prone body with scrutinizing eyes, observing the thin coat of perspiration that covered his skin, making it gleam in the light of the room. He chuckled to himself at the mark in the shape of his hand that he had left on Shannon's right ass cheek, Jeff eagerly anticipating the moment he would finally sheath himself in the tight, confined heat of Shannon's luscious ass, which would be far from being just that after he was through with him.

Jeff reared back and gave him a vicious belt of the whip, Shannon loosing an agonized scream from deep down his throat from the cutting pain meted out by the leather. A red wound found itself on the left side of Shannon's lower back, throbbing with hurt and a few droplets of blood trickling from the point where the skin broke. Jeff repeated several times, Shannon's pained shrieks echoing through the walls of the basement like an insane chorus to a demented song.

"W-why are you doing this...?" Shannon asked, his words merely whispers due to the pain that wracked his body. His back was decorated with angry welts, from which crimson streaks seeped and slowly dripped down his sweat-covered skin. Shannon's knees felt rubbery, the pain dancing in his mind, causing him to drift between the conscious and the unconscious.

"Because I can, Shan," Jeff replied with a malevolent pitch in his voice. He walked towards Shannon, dragging the whip along on the floor with him, his eyes alternately studying Shannon's wounds and absorbing the form of his well-rounded ass. Jeff bent down to Shannon's back close enough that he was breathing on him, inhaling the scent of blood mixed with sweat. He found himself salivating as he drew closer, wanting to taste the viscous fluid that slowly rolled down Shannon's soft skin, which was still trembling from the aftereffects of the whipping he had just given him.

Shannon fought feebly against his restraints, the feeling of Jeff's breath against his back making him feel absolutely uncomfortable. "What are you doi--?!" he asked before his green eyes went wide, the feeling of Jeff's tongue licking at his wounds making his stomach lurch. Shannon felt the bile rising to his throat when he heard Jeff utter an unholy moan at the taste of his life-essence, his stomach doing flip-flops when he remembered that Jeff had a knife clipped on the right side of his waist. He wondered if it was Jeff he was with at all, knowing the man he loved would never do such a thing to him, let alone make him cry as he felt hot tears streaming down his beautiful face.

"Are you going to be my bitch, little Shannon? Are you going to let me have my way with you, no questions asked? Are you going to surrender yourself to me completely, be my little fuckslut?" Jeff asked him in a taunting hiss, lightly running the handle of the whip along the crack of Shannon's ass.

"NEVER!" Shannon replied with a resounding boom in his voice, steeling his resolve anew though he knew it to be a failed venture, his facade of courage not fooling Jeff.

Jeff grinned maliciously and stepped back from Shannon, readying his whip for another lashing. "Is that so?" he asked, cocking an eyebrow as he swung whip above his head like a cowboy with a lasso. The crack of the leather as it met exposed flesh when he lashed at him again reverberated throughout the room, Shannon gritting his teeth to keep from screaming with tear-filled eyes, no doubt another red gash added to the many already on his back. "Wrong answer." Jeff added frigidly, the coldness in his voice so uncharacteristic of him that one would question his sanity. "Surrender to me, Shannon - the pain will go away if you do."

Shannon mustered up his strength and replied with another bellow, "I said NO!"

And so came another crack of the whip.

Another stifled cry.

"Surrender!"

"NO!"

Another lash.

Shannon was practically hanging limp on his restraints, his head swimming, his knees tremulous, and his whole body lit with the febrile pain that engulfed every erg of his being like wildfire. A million questions went through his head, most of them asking what could possess Jeff to do such a thing to him. Other questions leaned towards why he was still excited, muddling his mind with even more confusion. With a shaky breath, be braced himself again, the sound the whip whirling above Jeff's head as he swung it a sure indication that he was to receive another flogging.

The whip struck true, cutting another wound on Shannon's soft skin, blood immediately coming to the surface and trickling down from it. The beads of sweat on Shannon's forehead seeped into his eyes, the salt from the liquid burning him and causing him further discomfort. Fresh tears rolled down his face, which was now a mask of pain and anguish.

"Jeff... I love you... please stop," Shannon pleaded.

For a moment, Jeff stopped and considered his words, a glimmer of hope finding itself in Shannon when he heard Jeff heave a sigh and drop the whip to the floor. He walked towards Shannon and undid his binds, Shannon letting out a heavy breath of relief as he fell back onto Jeff, wincing when his wounds brushed against Jeff's chest and smearing blood on the oily surface of his skin. Jeff held Shannon up and turned him around, his face now wearing a look of concern as he looked into Shannon's eyes.

"Shan, I'm so sorry," Jeff choked out, a genuine look of apology on his features as he pulled Shannon into his arms to hug him.

"I-it's okay, Jeff," Shannon said as he weakly pat Jeff on his back, seizing the moment to deliver a knee to Jeff's groin, doubling him over. With all the might left in his weakened body, Shannon brought his forearm down in-between Jeff's shoulder blades in a sledgehammer blow, sending him crashing to the floor as Shannon stumbled his way towards the stairs in his mad dash to escape.

Jeff recovered quickly and grabbed the whip - which wasn't too far from his reach when he hit the floor - and swung it towards Shannon's feet. The leather wrapped around Shannon's ankles and caused him to pitch forward helplessly, falling face-first to the hard floor. Shannon's hands shooting up to cover his face as his first instinctive reaction was the only thing that saved him from suffering a broken nose, the impact scrambling his thoughts, causing him to become wobbly once again.

"Little fucking slut," Jeff said with contempt as he got back up to his feet, clutching the handle of the whip. He stalked towards Shannon with malevolent purpose, his emerald eyes blazing with jaded fury. Jeff bent down and tied the whip securely around Shannon's ankles in a tight knot, effectively rendering him without the use of his legs. He moved up towards the upper half of Shannon's body and grabbed a handful of blond and black hair, dragging him across the floor towards the bureaus that leaned against the near wall, Shannon holding tight to Jeff's wrists with his own hands to relieve some of the painful pressure on his scalp. Jeff opened the top drawer and pulled out a pair of shiny, metal handcuffs; slapping them on Shannon's wrists with a loud click from the teeth of the fetters, securing him.

"I tried to be nice to you and you still resisted me... not a very wise move, Shanny," Jeff sneered as he pulled on the cuffs to force Shannon to his feet.

"I hate you," Shannon replied, hawking a mouthful of phlegm at Jeff's face defiantly as he glowered at him.

Jeff snickered and wiped the saliva away from his face as he looked down Shannon's body and noticed his cock was unbelievably hard and dripping with precum, perceiving it to be the ultimate insult to Shannon's insubordination. "That's not what your dick is saying to me," he mocked, taking it into his hand and stroking it painfully, causing Shannon to twist away from him with revulsion.

"Fuck you, Jeff Hardy," Shannon hissed, his eyes looking daggers through Jeff's head with their intensity.

"Quite the contrary, dear Shannon," Jeff replied, a mocking glint showing in his eyes. "I'LL be doing the fucking around here," he said smugly.

A well-placed kick to the stomach brought Shannon to his knees and had him gasping for air, his cuffed hands rubbing over the spot where Jeff kicked him. He heard shuffling and something unzip and looked up, Jeff's immense cock drooling precum right before him at eyelevel. It took every ounce of his willpower to resist leaning over and taking it into his mouth, still showing his defiance. Jeff harshly took a handful of Shannon's hair and brought it to his dick, rubbing the head against Shannon's soft lips and smearing the sticky liquid all over them.

"Open your mouth, Shannon," Jeff commanded, looking down at Shannon with intense eyes.

Shannon bit down on his lips, clamping them shut. He almost broke when he tasted the bittersweet fluid of Jeff's cock, still fighting the urge to relent to him and give him what he wanted. Shannon shook his head vigorously, Jeff's face screwing up in irritation to his hardheadedness.

Jeff unsheathed the knife from its scabbard, bringing the sharp blade to Shannon's throat and causing the smaller man to give Jeff a look of fear, his Adam's apple visibly bouncing in his throat as he swallowed nervously. "Open your mouth and suck on my cock, bitch," Jeff growled through gritted teeth, utter madness sparkling in his green eyes. He released his clutch on Shannon's hair and took hold of his dick, slapping Shannon's cheeks with it several times, smudging precum degradingly across his fair skin.

Tears fell down Shannon's face as he compliantly opened his mouth, his eyes set on the pulsating, redheaded cock pointing straight to his trembling orifice. He watched as precum dribbled from the slit of the head like a drooling monster, Jeff clicking his tongue and lightly nicking Shannon on the neck with the knife to make him concentrate on what was at hand. Shannon brought his bound hands up to replace Jeff's, taking the thick shaft from the base and guiding it into his mouth. His eyes traveled up Jeff's glistening body until fearful green orbs locked with intense emerald ones, his tongue shooting out to lick at the flared head of Jeff's cock.

Jeff murmured under his breath, placing his hand back behind Shannon's head and forcibly shoving his dick inside his mouth, causing him to gag. "I said suck on it, bitch, not lick it," Jeff hissed, the head of his cock hitting the back of Shannon's mouth in the sensitive spot that causes the gag reflex. He frowned upon seeing that Shannon still had more than half of his length to swallow, pushing down on his head unsympathetically until Shannon's nose touched against the small hairs that comprised of Jeff's treasure trail.

An audible choke came from Shannon's throat, his muffled protest sending delightful vibrations through Jeff's cock and all over his body, causing him to groan in pleasure. Tortured tears rolled down Shannon's face as Jeff began thrusting forcefully into his mouth, the hand behind his head guiding him back and forth over the long, thick shaft without compunction. The head of Jeff's cock brutally entered and exited his throat; no doubt leaving bruises in its violent wake as anger welled up inside Shannon, causing him to scrape his teeth against Jeff. Jeff rumbled in aggravation, holding the knife threateningly against Shannon's throat as he callously pulled him off of his dick.

"Don't even think about biting it, you little slut," Jeff warned him, a dangerous glimmer in his eyes telling Shannon he was dead serious. "I have no qualms about slitting your throat and fucking your dying body."

Shannon quaked with terror and nodded tensely, his thoughts trying to determine what had caused Jeff to apparently go insane. The sound of the knife being put back in its case and a hard tug on his handcuffs brought him back to reality, Jeff yanking him back up to his feet. He looked into Jeff's eyes and tried to search for anything in them that hinted of something he could reach out to, something to break Jeff from the evident madness that was gripping him but found nothing. A sea of rage and dementia roiled in the emerald pools he gazed into, Shannon beginning to fear for his very life at the thought of what unfathomable lengths Jeff would go through to make him submit to him completely.

"Jeff, please stop..." Shannon begged him, his eyes swollen with tears and his molested throat barely able to let the words flow freely from his mouth.

With seemingly inhuman strength, Jeff lifted Shannon with ease, holding his hands up and latching his handcuffs onto a hook that hung from the ceiling, leaving Shannon dangling four inches from the ground with his toes outstretched. Jeff circled him like a predator would its prey, his eyes taking in every tantalizing detail of Shannon's defenseless body.

"Jeffrey," Shannon began with a sincere voice, the fear in the way he said his name noticeable. "I'll forget anything happened if you let me go... I'll be whatever you want me to be... your whore, your bitch, your slut - whatever you want. Just please, baby, let me go..."

A bone-chilling howl of laughter was the response Shannon received, Jeff falling over beside himself in hysterics. He walked over to Shannon after recovering, their noses touching, his eyes set against Shannon's as he spoke to him in an eerily low whisper, "We're too far gone for me to let you go now, Shannon. I'm making you mine forever... no one else can ever touch you again once I'm through with you..."

Jeff bent down and untied Shannon's legs, tossing the untangled whip aside as he licked a trail from Shannon's kneecap all the way up to his neck. Shannon's legs hung limply, his body too weak to resist Jeff. The pain in his wrists was the only thing he felt, the metal biting mercilessly into his skin from supporting his full weight against the hook from which he hung. "Are you still going to resist me, Shannon?" Jeff asked; rubbing his throbbing cock against Shannon's as he nibbled on his exposed bicep. A triumphant smirk formed itself on his lips when he was met with silence, Shannon's eyes seeming distant, as though in shock.

Jeff stepped back from Shannon and began removing his clothes, slowly unbuckling the belt from the stirrups as he kicked off the boots. He bent down and began unzipping them from the sides of the legs, letting them fall down to his ankles when he stood back up. Jeff carefully guided his cock out of the slit in front of his thong before slipping it down to his ankles and stepping out of them one foot at a time. He stood in front of Shannon and basked in his naked glory, running a finger over his navel ring and trailing it up to circle one of his pierced nipples. His cock jutted out from his body, bobbing like an arrow that had just been shot into a tree as he walked back over to Shannon.

"Now..." Jeff hissed lustfully as he picked up Shannon's legs and wrapped them around his waist. Shannon helplessly tightened them around Jeff to alleviate the stress on his wrists, which were marked with cuts and bruises from the handcuffs that held them. Jeff positioned his cock at Shannon's hole, coating the rim with precum as he tried to push in, finding it clenched shut.

"You're only making this harder for yourself, Shan," Jeff said with disdain as he pried Shannon's cheeks apart with his hands and violently thrust upwards with a loud grunt, pushing his thick, throbbing length halfway into him. A piercing, tortured scream ripped itself from Shannon's throat, his hands balling into fists and his legs tightening around Jeff's waist as indescribable agony tore at every inch of his body. His back arched excruciatingly, his chest brushing against Jeff's chin and his mind threatening to shut down from the intense pain.

Blood began trickling down the length of Jeff's cock, turning him on something fierce as he drove the rest of himself into Shannon. "Oh, yeah, baby... you're so fucking tight..." Jeff sputtered in licentious ecstasy, wounded shrieks erupting from Shannon every time he pumped into his body. The feeling of Shannon's ass clenching tightly onto his cock from the forced intrusion only served to increase his fervor, the obscene sound of his dick pounding into Shannon's blood-soaked hole filling the room and going together with his lover's screams like a psychotic duet.

"OH, GOD, JEFF... STOP IT, PLEASE!!! YOU'RE FUCKING KILLING ME!!!" he cried out frantically, Jeff pumping into him so hard that his whole body jerked from the contact. Shannon nearly bit his tongue off from the anguish his abused body was suffering, the pain of the lashing he endured from Jeff earlier nothing compared to the feeling of being split in half by the enormous cock tearing into his hole. He thrashed helplessly against Jeff, his calves digging into the firm globes of Jeff's ass as he attempted to keep him from thrusting into him too hard.

Jeff eased Shannon's body against him by pushing up on his ass until only the head of his blood-covered cock was inside him, reaching up with one hand to pull Shannon's handcuffs off of the hook and throwing his arms over his shoulders as he gently lowered him back on his dick. A tear-filled groan came from Shannon's lips, his arms hanging floppily over Jeff's back as he rested his head on Jeff's shoulder, the fight totally leaving his body. Animalistic grunts flowed from Jeff's lips as he began guiding Shannon on his cock in their standing position, blood trickling down to his balls and dripping to the floor as he violated him further.

"Come on, Shanny, you know you like it," Jeff said breathily as he bounced Shannon up and down on his cock. "Your ass is so fucking tight, I can fuck it for hours..."

"Stop it, please..." Shannon whispered into Jeff's ear in a conquered tone, soft yelps going in sync with Jeff's bruising thrusts. The pain gripped his body unlike anything he had felt before, Shannon feeling paralyzed, unable to move a muscle. His eyes widened when he felt Jeff suddenly thrust into him to the hilt, his cock throbbing and expanding as it began shooting thick jets of cum inside him, filling his battered hole with his hot seed. Shannon bit roughly on Jeff's shoulder and drew blood, the cum filling his ass stinging him.

"AH, FUCK!" Jeff growled as he spurted into Shannon, pulling him off of him and setting him down on his knees. Jeff yanked his hair and pulled his head towards his dick as he began pumping furiously with his other hand, splattering Shannon's lips and cheeks with his semen as he continued to cum. Shannon closed his eyes, listening to Jeff growl and stroke his cock as his orgasm slowly ebbed. He could almost hear Jeff's juices sizzling on his skin and in his hole as it slowly dripped down and leaked out of him, his nerve endings feeling ultra-sensitive from the torture he had just received.

Jeff dragged Shannon over to the chair he had sat him on earlier, putting Shannon's upper body on the cushion of the seat, leaving him bent over on the floor. He walked towards his pile of clothes at the other side of the room and procured the knife from it - cover and all - and walked back to Shannon's waiting body. Jeff kneeled down behind him and examined his ass; Shannon's hole looking like it had been torn open as bloodstained cum seeped out of it.

A malicious grin curled Jeff's lips as he leaned forward, his tongue darting out and wriggling like a worm, lapping it against the cleft of Shannon's ass. Shannon's eyes shot open in shock, the sound of Jeff hungrily slurping his own cum out of his hole filling his ears. Jeff moaned against Shannon's ass as he messily licked up his essence, his tongue rolling in circles around Shannon's worn out hole and shooting inside without mercy, his face smearing with pinkish cum as the flavor of blood-soaked semen tickled his taste buds. A groan left Shannon's lips, hoping his abuse at Jeff's hands was at an end.

The grim realization that things had just begun was a rude awakening for Shannon when he felt Jeff grab the left side of his hip with one hand as the other drove the handle of the knife viciously up his ass. A piercing scream tore itself from Shannon's throat, his voice hoarse from all the blaring he had been doing throughout the night. His legs kicked helplessly behind him, trying to get away from Jeff's ruthless onslaught, his body writhing in pain on the chair, his face a mask of tears, sweat and agony. Jeff growled in sadistic pleasure and leaned forward, his weight coming down across Shannon's back and pinning him to the cushion of the chair. He thrusted the knife in and out of Shannon's hole with heartless abandon, his fiance squirming under him powerlessly.

Jeff rose up and grabbed a handful of Shannon's hair, pulling him up with him as the sound of the knife handle raucously driving in and out of his ass echoed in Jeff's ears like a favorite tune. With lustful derision, he whispered into Shannon's ear, "You like me violating your ass like this, Shanny...? Do you like it when I talk all dirty in your ear like this, all horny and hard to fuck your sweet ass again...?"

"Jeff, please... stop..." came the weakened reply from Shannon's lips, any resistance he had left in his body leaving him when Jeff had first desecrated him. "I can't take anymore of this..."

With a harsh jerk, Jeff wrenched the knife from the clutching folds of Shannon's ass, causing him to cry in grief. He moaned while he licked the knife clean, pulling it out of its cover as he positioned himself behind Shannon, his re-hardened cock pulsing in his hand as he guided it towards Shannon's ill-treated hole. Jeff grabbed a fistful of Shannon's hair as he plunged into his screaming fiance's body, holding the knife against his throat as he warned him to keep his mouth shut. Bestial snarls thundered from Jeff's throat as he fucked Shannon without remorse, the shaft of his cock glistening with rose-tainted cum as he worked himself like a piston into him, a glazed-over look taking form in his eyes.

Shannon obeyed Jeff mechanically as he closed his eyes, blinking away fresh tears that rolled down his soft cheeks. The gruesome sound of Jeff's cock pumping in and out of him coupled with his feral growls rung in his ears. He grimaced while Jeff pulled harder on his hair, a few strands being ripped from their roots as Jeff's harsh thrusts left his ass cheeks red from the impact. The point of the knife dug dangerously close to his jugular; poking a small, red dot into his skin.

"Tell me you like it, Shannon," Jeff taunted him as he pounded into him feverishly. "Tell me you like me raping you like this..."

A strangled moan came as Shannon's reply, his throat spent from all his screaming and pleading. The affliction his body endured gripped him like a hold he couldn't escape from, Jeff taking away every ounce of dignity he had with every bruising thrust. Shannon silently prayed to himself for everything to end, hoping Jeff would just take his life so he wouldn't have to feel any more pain.

His prayers were not answered soon enough.

For what seemed like an eternity, Jeff drove himself repeatedly into Shannon until the sensations of an impending orgasm grasped him. He tossed the knife away to his side and held tightly onto Shannon's hips as he pulled even harder on his hair with his other hand, the growls and grunts escaping his throat taking on a terrifying pitch. With a primal scream, he pushed himself in to the hilt, the most intense orgasm he had felt in his twenty-three years of life overtaking him, flooding Shannon's passage once again with liquid fire. Jeff's body shook violently as he spilled into Shannon, his cock loosing its contents with mind-numbing force. The excess semen dribbled out of Shannon's ass, pooling on the floor in a small puddle of red and white goo.

Jeff gasped for breath as he bowed forward against Shannon's back, leaning his head on his shoulder as he breathed into his ear. He stayed inside him, his arms wrapping around Shannon's body in a loving hug. Shannon lay motionless, feeling Jeff's body sporadically tremble slightly from the aftershock of his intense orgasm.

"I love you," Jeff whispered into Shannon's ear in-between ragged breaths, not caring that Shannon didn't answer him back.

Shannon's brows furrowed in fatigued curiosity when he felt Jeff's cock - which was still inside him - begin to release into him once more, this time in a steady stream instead of random spurts. He winced as he felt the warm liquid washing the bloody cum out of his hole, running over the cuts and bruises Jeff had left in his ass from his brutal violation. Jeff groaned lightly as he pulled out of Shannon, the piss running over the crack of Shannon's ass as he stood up. He took hold of his cock and guided the flow of urine over the cuts on Shannon's back, the hot torrent sluicing away the now-dried up blood on his lover's back.

Shannon groaned, the sting of Jeff's urine washing over the cuts on his back mildly disconcerting him. He yelped unexpectedly when Jeff took hold of his hair and fiercely pulled him up to his feet. Shannon's knees felt like gelatin, feeling like he'd certainly go crashing to the floor if Jeff had not been holding him up by his hair.