Shannon wasn't the same person he had been when Scott had first met him. Scott remembered the hyper, sweet, obedient blonde haired boy that Shannon had been. He remembered how Shannon had followed Jeff around almost sychophantly. That was how Scott had first met Shannon, through Jeff. Scott had been surprised when Shannon had returned as the Prince of Punk. Shannon was nothing but trouble backstage now, a little thief and prankster. Scott found the little punk's pranks hilarious, unfortunately he was one of the very few that did. Shannon had narrowly escaped beatings from several of his x-division companions. Including AJ Styles, for failing to return AJ's award after the show, Alex Shelly, for stealing the Shellycam and recording a rather obscene message, and Christopher Daniels, for stealing Daniels' robe and conducting a mock sermon (which Scott had thought was the funniest thing he'd ever seen). He wondered what had caused the change in Shannon's attitude. Scott found himself attempting to psychologically analyze the Prince of Punk's behavior.

Scott wandered down the hall lost in thought. When he turned a corner he ran directly into the object of his contemplations. Shannon, his face painted to mimic Sting's, glanced up at Scott in surprise and then looked around wildly. "If he asks, tell him I ran the other way!" the boy exclaimed before disappearing through a doorway.

A moment later Sting came running down the hall, he stopped when he saw Scott. "Hey Raven, have you seen that little brat Shannon? He stole my makeup and I've been chasing him for twenty minutes trying to get it back." he panted, obviously exhausted from chasing the little sprite.

Scott laughed. "No Steve, I'm sorry. I haven't seen him. Maybe he turned down that hall." he pointed to the hall intersecting the one they were in.

Sting nodded and went off in the direction. Once again Shannon's speed and cunning had saved him from getting his ass kicked. Scott smiled as he opened the door Shannon had disappeared through and called that it was safe to come out. Shannon thanked him and ran off again, Scott continued on to the locker room with a smile on his face. He went over to his bag to fish out his journal, he was feeling creative and wanted to write a poem. His smile faded when he realized that the book wasn't there. Franticly he spilled the contents of the bag onto the floor, searching desperately for the book. That journal contained his deepest and darkest thoughts, things he shared only with his psychologist, the evidence of his psychological issues, and all of his poetry and artwork. Panicking, he grabbed the nearest person, which happed the be the small Indian boy Sonjay Dutt. "Have you seen anyone near my bag?" he demanded.

The terrified younger man shook his head. Raven tightened his grip and demanded that he think harder. Finally he stammered, "Shannon Moore. I think I saw Shannon over there earlier but I didn't see what he was doing."

Scott pushed Sonjay away with an angry growl. Sure, the punk's pranks had been funny when they were to other people. But this was going too far. His journal was private. It was time the boy learned a lesson about respecting other people's property. He stormed from the locker room, demanding Shannon's whereabouts from anyone he happened to meet in the hallway. Most people didn't know, several looked away and wouldn't meet his eyes, fearful that the Raven would snap if they told whatever they knew. He was dangerously close to snapping when his old friend Rhino found him. "I don't think you're going to like this Raven but Shannon is hosting what he's calling a 'self-pity party' down the hall and reading your poetry to a few of the other kids."

Scott winced. The term 'self-pity party' had been sensitive to him since the days of the Flock. How dare that little brat read his poetry! He shot a warning glare at Rhino to tell him not to say another word then went off in the direction of Shannon's little party. From outside the door he could hear the words of his own poem. "Down the endless tunnel of sleepless dreams..."

He didn't give Shannon time to finish the line of his sonnet. He threw open the door and stepped inside. Shannon had abandoned his Sting makeup in favor of an outfit mocking Raven, dark black lines around his eyes and a kilt. He was standing on a chair with Scott's journal open in his hands. Around him were Alex Shelly, Chris Sabin, and Matt Bently. Raven's hands tightened into fists. "Everyone out!" he growled.

Alex, Chris, and Matt jumped up, scampering towards the door. None of them wanted a fight with the unstable Raven. Shannon didn't look nearly as frightened, the boy was both brave and foolish. "Hey Scott! Welcome to our self-pity party. You wanna join?"

The others had stopped their retreat and were laughing. "Out!" Raven screamed.

Even Shannon jumped this time and made his way towards the door, the others were already out it. "Not you!" Scott grabbed him by the back of his shirt. "You're not going anywhere."

Scott snatched up the bandana that Alex had left behind from the floor and tightly bound Shannon's hands behind his back, finding it easy to overpower the smaller man. "It's time you learn a lesson about who you can fuck with around here and who you can't. Come with me!"

He drug Shannon out towards the parking lot, despite Shannon's protests and struggling. In the hall no one dared to step up and help him, Raven's word was law and he had his own form of justice. He shoved Shannon into his car. "You're going to have to learn somehow Shannon. So it is written, so it shall come to pass. Quote the Raven, Nevermore."

Hearing the boys' laugher had made Scott snap. All of the older men in TNA knew how unstable he was, and none of them messed with him. The younger men had yet to learn. Shannon was going to be the example. Shannon begged and whined until Scott threatened to gag him if he didn't shut up. When they arrived at the hotel he warned Shannon to keep quiet and act natural or else before untying his hands to lead him upstairs.

Up in his room Scott's demeanor changed quickly, a devious smile spread across his full, dark lips that Shannon found somehow beautiful despite his terror. Scott had such a lovely smile. "Do you know what I'm going to do to you Shannon?" Raven asked softly.

"You're going to beat the fuck out of me." the Prince of Punk answered without hesitation. "I just cant figure out why you didn't do it back at the arena."

The older man laughed a cruel and merciless laugh. "Fights- even ones you lose- don't deter you. AJ beat you and it didn't change you. I'm going to teach you a lesson."

"What are y--" Shannon quieted when he felt the handcuffs snap around his wrists and looked up at Scott in surprise.

Slowly Scott went to his suitcase on the other side of the room, not at all worried about turning his back to Shannon, and returned with a black and red rubber ball gag. He delighted in the widening of the boy's bright, clear green eyes. He could tell Shannon was confused, wondering both what he was going to do with the gag and why he had one just lying around his hotel room. "We can't have you screaming. Other people might hear." he explained as he shoved the rubber ball into Shanny's mouth and latched it behind his head. "You know, I can do whatever I want to you, my little thief..."

Shannon knew he was right. He was gagged so he couldn't scream and handcuffed so he couldn't fight. Though he knew that even if he could fight he wouldn't stand a chance against his larger captor. He should have been frightened. Raven was famous for being cruel and maniacal. He should have been trying to get away, but all he could do was stand there and watch the older man almost mesmerized.

If he hadn't been gagged he would have cried out when Scott suddenly reached out and snatched his loose pants down from his angular hips. In one fluid motion Scott grabbed the younger boy's hair, sat down, and pulled him across his lap. His palm came down hard on the smooth globe of the younger man's ass. He held back only for a moment, admiring the beauty of the punk's lithe little body and the red hand print that now marked him. When Scott brought his hand down again he could hear the whimper from deep in Shanny's throat despite the echo of flesh meeting flesh. The two sounds mingled beautifully.

Shannon's face was red with embarrassment at the punishment yet Scott could feel the boy's erection against his thigh growing harder with every slap. He grinned. Perhaps Shannon was more like Jeff than he had thought. The smaller man writhed against him as he spanked him but didn't try to fight back. Raven found himself thinking of how exquisite a slave the Prince of Punk would make but filed that away for later.

Deciding to test Shannon's fondness for pain, he stood, toppling Shannon to the floor. With a growl he drug the boy back up by his hair and threw him onto the bed. He retrieved more handcuffs to bind Shanny's ankles and wrists to the bed. This left the boy spread eagle and vulnerable. Raven walked away and returned with a supple black crop. Once again Shannon's emerald eyes widened in shock, the _expression delighting Scott as much as it had before. It wasn't quite terror but it was close enough, turning Scott on more than anything. Again that deep whine came from his throat, muffled by the gag.

The crop met the inside of his thigh with a loud crack, leaving a vivid red welt where it had touched. Shannon wanted to recoil in pain but the handcuffs on his ankles prevented him from moving. Over and over the crop burned his thighs. When it touched his chest tears sprang to his eyes. Seeing this Scott stopped, despite the fun his was having. He ran his fingers gently over the welt on Shannon's chest, blood seeped from the wound. "Enough of that." he said casually tossing the crop to the side.

He was happy to see that despite the Prince of Punk's whimpering he was incredibly hard. Every muscle in the boy's body was tight with anticipation. Maybe this wasn't such punishment after all but that didn't mean Scott was going to stop. He was as hard as Shannon was and wanted nothing more than just to fuck the boy until he screamed but he let his torture last a little longer. He wanted to play with some more with Shannon first. He silently cursed being in a hotel. He didn't have many toys here, nor could he remove the gag to hear Shanny's beautiful screams. He wished desperately that they were in his dungeon back at home where he could really play. He did have one more way to hurt the little thief though. He wondered how the Prince of Punk felt about electricity.

Again he left Shannon's side to retrieve something from his bag, another wide almost sadistic grin painting his lips. Shannon froze, wondering what could possibly hurt more than the crop had. Scott returned with a low-powered taser. Shannon pulled desperately at the handcuffs, he'd been tasered by the police enough times to know what one of those felt like. Scott waited until his struggling stopped before letting the device graze the boy's side. The pain on Shannon's face was wonderful. Scott realized that Shannon was even more beautiful when his face was contorted in pain and wondered what it would be like in pleasure. With a grin he adjusted the electricity on the device to a slightly higher setting and pressed it to the welts on the side of the boy's thigh. The muffled scream was like sweet candy to his ears but he wanted badly to remove the gag so that he could revel in the pure sound of Shannon's voice. Raven smiled softly when the scream tapered off into a moan. Again he shocked Shanny's thigh and when he arched up slid the taser underneath him to touch it to his ass. The punk threw his head back in a scream that ended in a lustful moan.

Scott couldn't resist anymore. His erection was almost painful. He sat the device aside and quickly shed his clothes. Shannon stared at the older man's body in awe. He had known that Raven had a great body but... damn. Scott unlocked the cuffs on Shannon's ankles but left his wrists bound, he snatched two things from the drawer of the bedside table. One was lubricant and the other he snapped onto Shannon, a studded leather cock ring. The torture wasn't quite over for the thief yet, he did have a lesson to learn afterall.

Raven poured some of the lubricant into his hands, warming it before rubbing it onto himself. The contact to his aching cock brought a moan making him all too aware of the desire he had been suppressing. He pulled up Shannon's muscular legs and wrapped them around his waist before positioning himself at the younger boy's entrance. With little thought about whether it would hurt the smaller man he pushed past the tight muscles of Shannon's entrance and into the amazing heat of his body.

Both men released a sigh when Scott was finally fully inside Shannon. If it hurt, he made no sign of complaint, instead he pressed back against Scott as well as he could with the leverage he could gain. After giving the boy a moment to adjust Scott pulled back and pressed into him again much harder. The tight heat of Shannon's body lit every nerve on fire. He thrust into the boy harder and harder, desperate for his own release. He could feel the pressure mounting and forced himself to slow down, not wanting it to end yet. He pressed into the boy with slow, deep thrusts.

After a moment he reached up and removed the gag, wanting to hear Shannon's moans in his ear and was rewarded with a mind-blowing scream of pleasure. The boy's face was even lovelier in pleasure than in pain. "Harder... Scott... please..." he begged in a breathless voice.

Scott was happy to comply, pulling out almost completely before slamming into the boy. When he could again feel the pressure that warned of his approaching orgasm he stopped. Shannon was whimpering with the pain of the cock ring, he desperately wanted it off, desperately needed release. "Beg me to let you come." Scott panted.

"Please! Scott please! Please take it off! Let me come. Please. I'm sorry!" he pleaded.

Nodding, Scott reached between them to unsnap the leather and take Shannon's cock into his hand, stroking roughly as he thrust into the boy again. Shannon arched up into his hand with a scream, his release covering Raven's fist. The boy's muscles clenching around him drove Scott over the edge, he came deep inside the other man. For a moment both lie panting against one another. Then Raven grabbed the keys to the handcuffs and released him. He sat up, using the blanket to wipe away Shannon's come.

After a few minutes staring at the Prince of Punk he finally asked. "What in the fucking world were you thinking stealing my journal? I should have killed you."

"I had to get your attention somehow. And if the stories were true I knew you wouldn't just kick my ass. I was curious."

Scott stared at him in disbelief, this kid was definately weird. "Wait. You're saying you knew this would happen? And you did it to 'get my attention'?"

Shannon just sat there on Scott's bed grinning like a maniac.