Red rosy cheeks, dark hair, looked like he was eight, could possibly be some fucked up combination of Matt and Shannon… except he has a brain and doesn't mind it when I beat him... now. That, ladies and gentlemen, is the Joey that I know and… well we won't get into that other part just yet. When we met him Matt refused to train him because he said that he looked like a eight year old, which was confusing at the time considering that Shannon looked like he was six and he was being trained. Now though I am older and more mature and I realize that the difference was actually quite logical and simplistic. Shannon gave better head.

So the training of young Joseph was left to me and train him I did. A well-rounded education my young student got in the ring and well… out of it as well. Sometimes he even learned out of the ring lessons IN the ring. The ring ropes are quite a wonderful tool for hooking handcuffs to so that your bitch can't run away when you bring out the studded whip for the first time. Aaaaaaaah the good ol' days… but I am getting ahead of myself.

The first time I met him he was talking a mile a minute attracting all the attention that he could get and yet there was this look in his eyes… like a startled deer gone undercover. He was scared out of his mind, but was determined that no one would notice. He also hoped that no one would notice the hard-on his fear was giving him. Unfortunately for Mamma and Pappa Joseph I noticed… both things. And so the conquest began.

He was awful young at the time so I took it slow… for all of about two seconds. Never give 'em time to think. That was the way Matty trained me and by God that is the way I trained Joey. (I hope no one thinks I am talking about wrestling now. Come on people please.) No sooner had I swooped into that room and turned on my irresistible Jeffy charm and BAM… gone were the little one's hanger-on's. Not that I have any need for such people… usually. I have people I need to stroke my ego and I can guarantee you that they are not brainless, psychotic, charisma junkies. Young Joseph could do SO much better than a crowd like that… he just didn't know it yet.

Once I had effectively broken hearts and brushed off the stubborn I made my way over to the youngster who was now glaring holes through my skull in the corner. "You can keep glaring at me like I am some kind of demon or you can follow me and I will show you why they all want me instead of you." That, people, was how I hooked him. I told you that he was young.

Unable to resist young Joseph followed me through the house that belonged to some person I couldn't have named at that moment if my life depended on it and outside through the damp evening grass and across the field behind the house and into the woods. Not once did I look to see if he was there behind me. I didn't have to. They all follow. Now I know this is where some of you are cheering for me to tell you that HE was different. HE was the one that resisted my charm and THAT is why I am telling you this great love story.

OK first off this is NOT a love story.

Second off… sorry… he did follow me.

Picking some random tree I headed to it and ran my hands over the rough bark as if were stroking the smooth skin of a lover's… wait… too poetic… this ain't that kind of story. Let me think… not trick… certainly not partner… I know. Picking some random tree I headed to it and ran my hands over the rough bark as if were stroking the smooth skin of a virgin's ass. And yes… he was a virgin... although not much longer.

Bless his heart he tried to keep pretending that he was tough and brave, but I am afraid he was completely unprepared for the whirlwind that is… well… me. Turning so that my back was resting against the tree I lifted one foot so that my knee stuck out perpendicular to the other. (What you thought I was too stupid to know how to use a word like perpendicular?? Please.) Lifting a hand I motioned for Joseph to come closer and when he was within grabbing distance took hold of his collar and pulled him in for his first VERY unexpected kiss from a man.

I think he was stunned until he felt my tongue prodding his lips to open and then jumping as if he has been burned he leapt back sputtering and wiping off his mouth like I was contagious. I swear on my balls that it was the funniest thing that I had ever seen. He screamed and ranted and raved and carried on shouting and protesting that he was not that kind of guy and where did some prissy faggot like me get off trying to molest innocent boys in the woods?!

Smiling arrogantly I straightened and walked toward him until HIS back was pressed against a tree. Leaning in until our lips were almost touching I said, "You can deny it if you'd like, but eventually you will come to me and BEG for me to take you and Joseph… I promise you that by the time that I am done with you you'll wish you'd never made me wait." Then like the bastard I can be I turned and left him in the woods. Years later he confessed that it took him an hour to find his way back to the house.

The next time that I saw him he was getting turned down by Matt once again. Joseph is nothing if not persistent. Crossing my arms I watched Joey pleading his case as Matt called it. Joseph was on his knees with Matt's cock in his mouth. Tears running down his cheeks as he tried to jerk his head in something I assume was supposed to be a rhythm. Now rarely do I get involved in Matt's… tryouts. I could frankly have cared less who he brought in as long as they weren't such fuckups that they made me look bad, but Joseph was different. Joseph was MINE.

Walking over I grabbed a handful of Joseph's hair and pulled back on his head pulling him off Matt roughly making my brother's eyes go wide with pain. "Let us get one thing straight Matt. THIS one is MINE! You don't touch him. Your COCK doesn't touch him. Your rhetoric about wrestling don't touch his ears. YOU… STAY AWAY… from HIM!" I then turned and stomped off a couple steps dragging Joey with me, but stopped suddenly and Joey plowed into my back. After glaring at Joseph I looked at Matt and smiling thinly said, "Oh, by the way Matty… he's IN. "

After that Joseph and I worked tirelessly day after day. I tried teaching him everything I knew and as soon as I learned something he would ask when he could learn it too. An eager student in the ring he was, definitely, but out of the ring was proving to be a little more difficult. One night after a show I was in the showers when I felt him come to the doorway calling my name. By this time I had gotten tired of the waiting game and decided to turn on the heavy guns. Pretending that I didn't understand him, I lathered some soap in my hands with an good ol' fashioned bar of Ivory then took my time running them over my body.

Turning I let my head fall back arching my neck so that the water ran over my hair but not my body as my hands roamed slowly touching various body parts in a manner that could probably get me arrested in some states. Letting one hand drift downward it found the thing that has fascinated men for years and a small moan escaped my lips. Wrapping my fingers around my cock I began stroking languidly playing up the moans and groans for young Joseph's benefit pumping my hips in time with the rhythm of my hand knowing what I looked like…. absolutely gorgeous. (Hey I never claimed to not be arrogant.)

I could hear his feet coming through the showers and didn't even flinch when I felt his hand covering mine that was in motion. Easily I let my fingers part so that his fingers and mine both were touching my cock and lazily I opened my eyes to see him watching me like a hawk. You'd think he'd never seen a man jerking off in the shower before… or maybe he just had never seen someone putting so much into it and getting so much out of it in return. Whatever it was when I exploded in our joined hands and he in return raised his hesitantly touching his cum covered fingers to his tongue, I knew that he was mine at last.

From there his education was simple. I taught him everything that would please me. According to Matt that is Joey's downfall, that very fact is why Joey will never get anywhere in life because he was scared at an age too young to recover from by my warped sense of depravity. Matty likes to pretend that he is Mister Straight Guy and the fact it is all my fault that he has ever fucked a man. Didn't you know that I was Mister Evil responsible for all the horrors in the worlds including Matt's gay streak, the fact that we as brothers fucked (even though he was at 18 the grownup and I was still a child who just wanted to please his big brother), the hole in the ozone layer, and the assassinations of both John F Kennedy and Martin Luther King. Please applaud as I take my bow. The fact is that Matt doesn't think Joey will ever get anywhere because I trained him not to fall under Matt's spell of bullshit where he is God and I am a lowly evil son of Satan.

Joey sees Matt for what he really is… a hypocritical, loud mouthed, no charisma, so boring that Lance Storm is more exciting than me, brother corrupting, ass pounding, prick. So since his eyes are wide open he sees no reason to kiss my brother's ass and treat him as anything other than what he is… a sorry motherfucker… or maybe I should say brotherfucker since it is closer to the truth. But alas I have digressed again.

As years went by Joseph and I eventually came to a cross roads where I was ready for the big time and he was still needing further education in the ring… an education that I was growing bored with having to give him. (Calling my attention span short would be QUITE generous on your part.) So with tears in his eyes my little student took it like a trooper wiping the tears from his face as he swore that he wasn't crying. I made my promises like the bastard I am. Telling him sweet half truths while I advised him that young Jason (Or Christian York as you people like to call him) was in need of someone to guide him through the sexual side of life that that maybe - just maybe - he was the man to do it.

Advance several years into the future stopping a few months back on the day I told Vince McMahon to shove his threats and Paul Levesque up his ass which lead to my severing of the ties with the WWE. According to Vince I had flunked my drug test and he just couldn't accept it any longer. (Shit, Rob flunks every drug test and I don't see them "parting ways" with HIM, but I ain't bitter… really I ain't.) So I left. Leaving behind a career I wasn't sure I wanted any more, a brother I hate, a best friend that is so far up my brother's ass that I don't even know who he is anymore, and Shane… well Shane just didn't know what to do with me anymore and honestly I don't blame him. Poor Shane had his own career to worry about and hanging out with me wasn't furthering it. Paul and I are and always will be bitter enemies. So as long as he is pulling Stephanie's strings there isn't going to be any peaceful cohabitation between me and the WWE. So bitter and tired I made my way home only taking enough time to feed the zoo before falling into my bed swearing I was staying there forever. Now I ain't gonna go into all the details of what happened next… cause that is between me and well… me, but lets just say I hid the fact that my brother was throwing HIS still active career in my face every chance he could get behind a group not so far from the one that I rescued Joey from all those years back and was getting nowhere good because of it.

One morning I woke up in my bed having partied hardy the night before to feel someone brushing my hair. Frowning into the pillow (I was laying on my stomach by the way) I tried to remember who I had brought home with me only to come up blank. But the second I heard the voice I knew who it was and wasn't sure I wanted him to be there. "I miss your long hair. I wish you'd grow it long again." Groaning I pressed my face into the pillow wondering how long it would take to smother myself when Joey gently but insistently rolled me over taking that option from me.

Looking at him through eyes red from the night before and with vision blurry for the same reason I blinked studying my Joseph. This wasn't the first time I had seen him since I went to WWE… I ain't that big of a bastard, but I guess it was the first time I really looked at him noticing the changes in him. "Who told you that you were allowed to grow up?" For his credit Joey reacted just as he would have back in the days when he was still my student, blushing and biting his lip as he searched for the correct answer. Grunting I sat up and rolled out of bed… quite literally as I landed on the floor with a thud only to pick myself up and make my way into my bathroom.

"Relax Joe this ain't a quiz." Though I couldn't see him I could feel the nod and picture the relief flowing over his features. "It was bound to happen eventually. I moved on and you were bound to as well. Speaking of… How is Jas?" Looking in the mirror at my too thin naked body I sighed wondering if anyone would think the starved waif look worked for me. Shaking my head I loaded up my toothbrush with toothpaste and turned it on, but as I put it in my mouth I realized that I hadn't gotten my answer yet. So walking out to the bedroom I saw Joe sitting on the bed studying his hands. At that moment years and too many parties didn't matter… we were as connected as we ever were so I knew that something bad had happened.

Going back into the bathroom I spit out my toothpaste and rinsed out my mouth then made my way to Joe's side. "Joe? How is Jas?" The hard eyes that rose to meet mine did not belong to the Joseph that I knew and lo.. well that I knew… (I told you this ain't a love story). "Chrissy and I aren't together anymore…. I figured you would know. I mean I am after all a bastard. Didn't they tell you I have been… 'disowned'?" Touching Joe's still red cheeks (something even time will probably never change) and stroking back his dark hair I knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that my bastard brother had been up to no good again. "Joe, What.. Happened?"

I was never so happy to see tears in my life.

There I sat on my bed listening to a story from Joe's point of view and knew which parts were right on and which parts were slightly exaggerated and unfortunately for my friends…. The parts that I didn't like were the parts that were right on. Joe was MINE! I thought they knew that. Maybe I did leave him to find my spotlight in the WWF and maybe I did suggest that he take up with Jason, but at no time did I give up my rights of possession of him. Joe is MINE! Oh I know people always talk about me and Shannon, and sure he's my best friend… when we can get along, but that doesn't seem to be possible for more than a day or two before we are at each other's throats. Joe though… Well the truth is Joe knows me as well as I know him. Joe knows that I need to be taken care of and doesn't mind doing things like… laundry and dishes and cooking and getting me places on time because he knows that in my own way I will take care of him.

Oh sure I ain't Betty Homemaker and I ain't gonna do those domestic things for him that he does for me, but the other things… I know what he wants and when he wants it and more importantly HOW he wants it. I am very possessive of my things and nobody hurts them… not even little Jason who has spent WAY too goddamned much time with my brother and that sniveling bitch of his Shannon Moore for my taste. Jason isn't a bad guy… when he is controlled, and Matt has NEVER known how to control a bitch. That is why he plays the straight guy cause he knows he can't compete with me when it comes to men.

Feeling Joe shiver under my hand I looked up to see his eyes hot with a new emotion and smirking arrogantly I moved my hand to cup his chin squeezing tightly. "Have you been bad Joseph? Have you strayed from me? Do you need… punished?" He didn't need to answer. Long gone was the boy spitting and screaming calling me every gay slur he could think of and in its place was a man well trained in the art of being loved by another man. "Scoot back on the bed." I ordered walking over to a drawer pulling out a pair of handcuffs and a bull whip. When Joe's eyes fell on the whip he shivered and I couldn't help but grin. It was nice to be with someone again that appreciated my… skills.

Laying the whip on the bed I instructed Joey to strip taking great pleasure in seeing the changes in his body. His face might still look young, but his body was anything but that of a child's. Killer abs, strong arms, bulging pecs… he had a body that made Paul's look soft and I couldn't help but laugh knowing it was all mine. Crawling up the bed I straddled his waist as he lifted his arms allowing me to handcuff him to the brass rails of the bed.

Grabbing his hair I pulled it back arching his neck and swooped in kissing him hard enough to draw blood which only made Joe shiver more. Raising my head just enough so that our lips were no longer touching I looked into Joe's eyes looking for something that I wasn't willing to name. But then one whispered word made all other words unnecessary. "More." Smiling darkly I nodded loving the sound of that word.

Raising up I rolled Joe onto his back and standing at the end of the bed I lifted the whip into my hand cracking it just above Joe's head. "Yes." It was my favorite word since more and smiling I proceeded to give him just what he wanted. Reaching back I hit the play button on my stereo smiling when Nine Inch Nails came blaring through the speakers. The song it started with was so perfect for the moment that I hit the repeat button letting Eraser (Polite) lull me into where I wanted to be. Closing my eyes I let the soothing melody guide me as my whip worked with the song striking with each phrase.

Need you (I struck a butt cheek)
Dream you (I struck the other butt cheek)
Find you (I struck a thigh)
Taste you (I struck the other thigh)
Use you (I struck one shoulder blade)
Scar you (I struck the other shoulder blade)
Fuck you (I struck his back)
Break you (I struck his back again)

Such a simple little song it is. Only a minute and fifteen seconds in length, but some how it fit the moment so well… fitting not only this place in time but some quality of my life. Those worlds repeated over and over… a seventy five second song turned unto five minutes, ten minutes, a half hour. When the whip wasn't satisfying enough I threw it aside and not losing my rhythm the song was giving me I knelt on the bed pulling Joe's hair to get him up on his knees then shoved myself inside him without any preparation or lube to ease my way.

Need you (Slam)
Dream you (Slam)
Find you (Slam)
Taste you (Slam)
Use you (Slam)
Scar you (Slam)
Fuck you (Slam)
Break you (Slam)

Over and over until the world consisted of nothing but us and the haunting woodwind like sounds of the song. Me pounding Joe's ass and Joe meeting each thrust eagerly as wrapped up in the moment as I was…. As connected as I was… as effected as I was. Reaching around I wrapped my hand around his painfully hard cock again matching the haunting rhythm stroking so hard that my hand would crash back into his balls with each stroke.

Need you (Crash)
Dream you (Crash)
Find you (Crash)
Taste you (Crash)
Use you (Crash)
Scar you (Crash)
Fuck you (Crash)
Break you (Crash)

I once beat off for two hours so it was nothing when a half an hour turned into forty which turned into fifty which made its way into an hour as we were caught up in the moment not knowing we were being healed at the same time. So at the end of the hour when my stereo obviously got tired of playing the song and reached the end for the last time leaving the room in silence it was I think the loss off those words that I was sure had been written just for me just for this moment that sent me hurdling screaming at the injustice to my undoing pulling Joe with me.

Exhausted I lay against his back letting his blood from the cuts the whip made cover my chest. It occurred to me that I should move. I should get up and tend to him now. I should shatter the final remnants of that moment giving my soul back it's solitude, but for some reason I didn't want to. Somehow this position… uncomfortable as it was… laying on my lover's bleeding back covered in sweat and cum and blood…. Somehow…. Some way… for some reason…. I found home. I found… acceptance. I found… Joe.

Maybe I was wrong. Maybe this is a love story. Maybe it doesn't have pretty flowers or poetic words. Maybe it isn't full of unicorns, although it did have a blushing virgin. And like all great love stories it had… two people that had that…. indescribable connection that all great lovers just seem to have. No one really knows what it is or what to call it. The dreamers just know that it exists and the realists… well… they don't matter right now I guess. Cause as Joe turned his head and looked back at me his eyes sparking with love and devotion. I knew that there wasn't another place either of us would rather be.

The End