The slamming of the door caused him to jump and he immediately turned to see who it was. A hard slap across the face brought tears to his eyes and he opened his mouth to speak, but only received another blow for his efforts. His head was yanked backward, a hand wound tightly in his hair and warm, moist lips pressed against his ear. "What the fuck was that out there, huh?" The words were hissed into his ear, his lover's anger more than apparent.

"I…I don't know what you mean," he whimpered. A quick tug on his hair and he was spun around, facing the wall, which he was soon introduced to, face first. Lights flashed in his eyes from the impact, and he cried out again. "You don't know what I mean, huh?" Another slam into the wall punctuated the question. "I saw how you were looking at them, out there in the ring," his lover growled into his ear.

His eyes searched the room, panic taking over. He silently prayed for someone, anyone to come in, to save him - but it wouldn't happen. No one questioned what went on in this room - they didn't have the guts. So, once again, he would have to stand there and take whatever punishment was being dished out, for something he didn't really do…or did he?

"Who?" he choked out. A derisive laugh filled the room before he was again slapped hard across the face. "Jericho. Rob. Christian." Oh god, he thought. He's snapped. "Why…why would I look at them? I wasn't looking, I swear," he said, hoping he sounded convincing. Obviously not, as he was turned around, now face to face with his lover, who grabbed his cock and squeezed it painfully.

"I was hoping you would tell me why," he heard, as his stomach twisted violently at the pain in his groin. "Do you think they're better than me? Prettier? Would you like to suck them? Do you want one of them to fuck you? Or maybe you think you could get them all together and let each of them take care of you? Is that it?" He shook his head vigorously, answering each question negatively.

"BULLSHIT!" The screamed curse bounced off the walls of the locker room and he cringed. "Please," he begged as he felt his head being wrenched back again. "I wasn't looking at them. I was looking at you." A smirk crossed his lover's face. "I don't believe you," he replied. "I think we need a lesson in loyalty, my sweet. I think you need a reminder, so you won't forget who you belong to."

"I know who I belong to," he whispered. "Please. I…I won't misbehave again." Loud laughter filled his ears. "I still don't believe you. Now, get cleaned up so we can leave. I have a lot to teach you tonight." His lover released his hair and he slowly slid to the floor, fear overtaking him. He looked up with tear-filled eyes as his lover smirked at him. "Oh, by the way," he said as he walked over to finish dressing. "When we leave, you better be smiling." Slowly he stood and walked over to his bag, hoping to make himself presentable, praying for mercy, and dreading what was to come.

~*~

The door opened and they walked out, heading for the exit. Hunter's arm was wrapped possessively around Jeff's shoulders. There were few left in the arena, but those that saw them suspected nothing amiss. The door was less than 30 feet away, giving him a mere 10 seconds to devise a plan to appease his lover's jealous ego, to soothe the savage beast that was rising within him. His mind was reeling - so much so that he almost didn't hear the familiar voice behind them, calling out for them to wait up.

The pair turned, one fluid motion shared between two bodies. Christian stood before them, out of breath, his chest heaving slightly from the exertion. "Can I get a ride with you guys?" he asked. "Lance left me here." An innocent question, really. Hunter's grip on Jeff's shoulders tightened as Jeff looked from his friend to his lover. "Uh, yeah, sure," Hunter said. "You ready to leave now?" Christian nodded, holding up his packed bag, then following the pair out the door.

What the hell am I going to do now? God, I am in so much trouble. I know he saw that look I gave Christian. Okay, so I was looking at him in the ring - who wouldn't? They finally gave him new gear. That hideous waffle weave mesh shirt was no longer. And he's looking real good now. Not that he didn't look good before, but damn! Can I help it if I like to look? Is it such a sin?

A sharp pinch, unseen by anyone, reminded him just what a sin it was. They climbed into the car, Hunter behind the wheel, Jeff scooting over next to him, Christian in the back seat. He glanced back occasionally, using the rearview mirror to steal brief glimpses of their passenger. He felt a hand drop to his groin and he knew that he had been caught, the painful squeeze a reminder of his punishment.

The trip to the hotel was much too short for him. When they climbed out of the car, Christian smiled and thanked them once again. He even offered to buy them a drink for their troubles, but the invitation was declined graciously. Christian shrugged, then went off to his room, telling them if they changed their minds, they knew where to find him. They made their way to the stairs, avoiding an elevator ride with the lithe blonde.

Checking the stairwell to make sure they were alone, he turned to his lover and slapped him, much harder than before. "Don't think I didn't see that," he said. "Despite what you think about me, I am not stupid. If you want him, go to him. But, when he realizes how pathetic and useless you are, don't come crying back to me." A shake of the head in response, and they were making their way up the stairs to the second floor.

Once inside the room, he stood, head bowed, awaiting his instructions, his punishment - his demise. He felt the pressure of his lover's foot on his ass seconds before he was kicked across the room. He fell forward, his head hitting the side of the bed. He didn't bother grabbing the injured area, for it would only anger him. "Get your ass over here, you worthless bitch." The low growl told him there was no room for argument or disobedience.

He crawled across the short distance between them and knelt in front of him, waiting for a command. He kept his eyes down, never looking up. He heard the sharp metallic click of his jeans unsnapping, followed by the rasp of the lowering zipper. A hand on the back of his head guided him to his target, forcing the steely erection down his throat. The burning sensation of his mouth being violated in that manner caused him to gag slightly.

He tried to force it back, tried to relax, but it was too late - his small mistake had been noticed and he was again rewarded with a smack to the side of his head. His throat was again brutalized by the hard, sharp thrusts of his lover's cock pounding into it. His only saving grace was the fact that he was excited, the prospect of abusing the man who loved him causing him to be painfully aroused, and it would be over soon.

Without warning, his mouth was flooded with the sticky, salty release of his lover and he tried his best to swallow it all. He had no such luck. He was dragged to his feet by his hair, and a hard fist pummeled his stomach repeatedly. He felt a crack inside, knowing that once again, his ribs were splintering under the assault. After a few more punches, he was released and he fell to the floor, quickly righting himself and kneeling once again. He was rewarded with a pat on the head. Good doggy. Good bitch.

His lover turned and walked to his bag, ripping it open and removing the large leather pouch inside. He shivered, knowing the contents of that bag and what they meant. The bag was opened and various items laid out on the bed. Wrist restraints -check; nipple clamps - check; whip - check; leather hood - wait a minute, where did that come from? He began to shake in fear. This was not a good sign.

His lover turned to him slowly after inspecting everything he had laid out and said, "I'm going to take a shower. Get yourself ready." To emphasize his point, he kicked the man in the side as he made his way to the bathroom. He rose quickly, then turned toward the door. It would be so easy to run - the door was only 15 feet away. The water was running in the shower and he could hear his lover singing softly. He could escape and be gone before the other man even knew he was gone.

No one knew of his situation. Not even his closest and dearest friends were aware of the torment, the torture he endured. He could tell no one. What would they think of him? In the beginning, he had stayed because of love. Then he stayed because of fear. And now, he stayed because he could not take the humiliation, the way they would look at him. His lover was right - he was worthless.

Shaking his head to clear it, he hurried around the room, attaching the restraints to the bed, and removing his clothes. He lay down on the cool sheets and placed one restraint on his wrist. He couldn't fasten the other, so he would have to wait for his lover to do that. His heart was pounding in his chest and his mind was still working, trying to think of a way to appease his lover, when he heard the water turn off in the bathroom, and the soft click of the door opening. His lover looked at him and smiled. "Good bitch."

~*~

Slowly, he stalked across the room, looking at his lover. He was always amazed at how beautiful his bitch looked chained to the bed, the fear in his eyes, his adrenaline pumping. He grabbed a pair of boxers and slipped them on, keeping his eye on the bed the whole time. One might wonder why he would dress himself, knowing full well that by the end of the evening, what little clothing he wore would be in a heap on the floor. Too many times he had ended up catching the backlash of his whip, and he wasn't in the mood for feeling that sting tonight.

He climbed onto the bed and grabbed his lover's wrist, securing it tightly with the restraints, before reaching over and grabbing the other items he wanted for the moment. Taking the leather hood, he smiled as his lover began to tremble in fear at the sight of the mask. "Scared, baby?" he asked quietly. "Don't like your new toy?" He knew better than to speak, so he slowly shook his head.

A hard blow to the side of his head caused it to loll to one side before the heavy black leather slid over his face. There were two tiny openings for his eyes, and a large metal zipper closing the mouth hole. He was used to having a ball gag, so the hood was a little intimidating for him. His lover leaned down and placed a kiss on his forehead. "You know I wouldn't have to do this if you would just learn to behave," he whispered.

Sitting back on his haunches, he reached over and picked up the nipple clamps, rolling them between his fingers. He opened them, allowing them to snap closed, testing the strength of the metal spring. His lover flinched at the sound, knowing that soon he would feel the sharp metal teeth biting into the sensitive tissue around his nipples. But first was the warm wetness of lips and tongue bathing the area and raising the tiny nubs from his chest.

With a smile on his face, he leaned forward and opened one of the metal clamps, placing it around the pink pebble and letting it snap shut. The area of skin immediately darkened to a bright reddish blue, and he knew there would be bruises there tomorrow. He took the nipple into his mouth and sucked hard, his teeth biting into the flesh next to the metal ones. He sucked and nipped until he tasted blood, then reached over and repeated his actions on the other side.

Moans of pain were muffled behind the mask, but he could still see the look in his lover's eyes. Reaching into his shorts, he slowly stroked his painfully hard erection. To him, nothing was more beautiful than the sight before him. Moving off the bed, he walked to his bag and pulled out his special surprise, testing the weight of it in his hands as he made his way back to his little bitch.

Standing next to the bed, he reached out and fondled his lover's soft cock. "Aww, honey," he said, stroking him painfully, "aren't you excited to see me?" He leaned over and licked the tip, feeling it stir under his touch. Slowly, he sucked it into his mouth, waiting for it to harden. When he felt his lover moving, his hips involuntarily bucking up ward, he stopped and snapped the ring around the base of the now erect cock.

"Do you think Christian would think you were pretty now?" he asked, reaching for the small leather whip. "Maybe Rob would like to find you all tied up like this and beat you like the bitch that you are." The leather strap buzzed through the air, like a swarm of bees. He arched off the bed at the impact, tears forming behind the hood. The whip rained down on his skin several times, each hit harder than the one before.

Without warning, the beating stopped. He never deluded himself into thinking that his master had taken pity on him, only lay there awaiting the next punishment. Moments later, he felt a slick finger pressing against his opening, trying to relax him. He knew it was too soon for his to be over, but why was he preparing him? "Roll over." Maybe it would be over soon, he thought to himself as he flipped over onto his stomach. He cried out behind the hood as he felt cool, round metal pressing into his opening.

The smooth silver anal beads disappeared inside him slowly, and he felt tears springing to his eyes. He hated this, the pain, the humiliation, but he had to suffer through it. After the beads were inserted, he felt a sharp tug on the string, knowing his lover was checking to make sure the balls were securely in place. He screamed a moment later as he felt something else being inserted into his painfully full ass. Through the thick leather over his head, he heard a chuckle.

"Relax," he was told, and he tried his best to comply with that request. "It's just a little vibrator, that's all. If you can't take that, how are you going to handle it when I fuck you?" It was a small vibrator- but it was pressed against the last bead on the chain, and when it was turned on, the beads shook within his tight walls, the largest one resting on his prostate and causing a tremor that rocked him to his very core.

Suddenly, he felt a hand wrap around his cock, stroking him. Every nerve in his body was now on fire, his sensitivity level rising with every touch. Until he felt the hard leather paddle connect with his ass, causing the vibrator and beads to jump inside him. Before long, the pleasure that he should have been feeling from the stroking of his erection to the massage on his prostate turned to agonizing pain and he begin to beg for mercy.

Laughter mixed with the sounds of hard leather meeting soft skin as the paddling continued on his ass. Apparently his cries were not enough to satisfy his lover, as the paddle was replaced with something else - something slimmer, harder and much more painful. He knew the consequences of his actions, but he could not help screaming out, begging for the abuse to stop, as he felt the supple skin covering his taut ass split open and felt the rush of blood flow down to his thighs.

Behind him, he heard his lover growl menacingly low in his throat. Suddenly, he was turned over onto his back, and the man pounced on him, pinning him to the bed. "What the fuck do you mean, asking me to stop? If this was about what you wanted, would we be doing this?" He shook his head no, unsure if that was the right thing to do or not. Obviously not, as the vibrator was ripped from his ass and thrown against the wall. The beads followed, giving him no pleasure as they had been intended to do.

The heavy leather hood was yanked off his head, leaving small scratches in its wake as the zipper tore along his cheek. His lover's hard cock invaded his ass with no preparation at all, and he screamed in complete agony as the man pounded away into his dry heat. He did his best to pull away from him, but it was no use. Strong thighs pressed along the outside of his legs, allowing him no room for movement, and when he tried to grab the headboard to move his body, he felt strong, hard blows to his sides.

Sharp nails tore down his back and ass, opening the cuts there even further. He was reaching a point where the pain became blank, where nothing existed any more. The man behind him was muttering loudly, uncontrollably, as he fucked him with every ounce of anger and rage built up inside. All he wanted now was for this to be over. A tight fist closed over his cock and began to pump it hard and fast, pulling at the sensitive tissue painfully.

Tears poured down his face, and he tried one last time to reach the part of his lover that he knew still existed, the part that he had fallen in love with, the part that would save him. "Baby, please," he begged. "It hurts so bad." The evil laugh echoed off the walls as the thrusting in his ass sped up, becoming harder with each snap of his lover's hips. He was screaming, crying, begging - there was nothing else he could do, nothing to end his torment.

A few moments later, he felt his lover throb and knew it was almost over. But, his relief turned to despair again as he felt his lover's cock withdraw from his body. He screamed as the hot, sticky fluid burst forth and penetrated the open welts on his back, the mixture of blood, semen and sweat stinging like a salt bath. His lover collapsed on his back, making the pain that much worse.

He felt nimble fingers wrap around his cock again, fumbling blindly for the metal ring that had caused him to swell to painful size, the engorged organ throbbing from pain and not need. His head arched back and he screamed, as the ring was pulled up the length of his erection without being released. The metal tore into flesh once again, leaving a bloody trail down the length. The clamps biting into his chest were yanked off, making him wonder why his nipples didn't come with them

Angrily, he was flipped over onto his back and the restraints tethering him to the bed were removed as well. He watched through his tears as the other man entered the bathroom and washed himself, then returned to the bedroom and began to dress. This had been the most brutal session he had ever experienced, and he made a mental note to not anger his lover for a very long time.

His lover picked up his wallet and keycard, then turned to him, a disgusted look on his face. "Jesus, clean yourself up," he said. "You look like hell." He walked toward the door, and was about to open it when a shaky voice stopped him. "Where are you going?" he asked. Turning, he trained his green eyes on the pathetic shell of a man before him.

"Christian invited me for a drink, remember?" he said. He nodded slowly, as every move he made caused bullets of pain to shoot through his body. "It would be rude of me to not show up." His lover continued to stare at him, then said, "put my shit back in the bag and straighten up in here." He nodded solemnly. As the door opened, he looked back one last time.

"And I want you gone when I come back," he said. The broken man scrambled up on the bed. "But, why?" he asked, his voice rising in panic. "Where am I supposed to go? When do you want me to come back?" The man shook his head, laughing. "I don't," he replied. "I'm sick and tired of you. You're worthless. You're useless. And you're the worst fuck I've ever had. Don't be here when I get back."

Jeff opened the door and walked out, leaning against the wall once he was outside. He was tired and sore, and a drink sounded damn good to him right now. Whistling, he headed off to find Christian. In the room, Hunter sat on the edge of the bed, covered in his blood and Jeff's cum, and he hung his head as the tears began to flow again. What would he do without Jeff? He loved him. He needed him.

Looking down at the bloody welts covering his body, remembering the pain that Jeff always caused him, he cried. He didn't need this. He didn't deserve this. He had done nothing to warrant being treated in this manner, especially by someone he loved so much. Rising from the bed, he began to place Jeff's toys back in his bag. He didn't know where he was going to go, or what he was going to do. The only thing Hunter was sure of in that moment was that he truly loved Jeff and without him, he was nothing. God, he was truly whipped.