Chuck walked into the lobby of the hotel that Taker was staying in. Taking a deep breath he scanned the room for Paul but wasn't exactly surprised when he didn't find the Kliq member there as promised. Chuck had spent a glorious three days with Adrian and smiled when he remembered the promised, "We WILL be doing this again Laddie." His cell phone was already programmed with Adrian's numbers. The happy glow that had been surrounding him though was rapidly wearing off when he realized that the Kliq had let him down once again.

Chuck had called Paul three times the day before verifying that they wold meet in the lobby of Taker's hotel. The last time they'd spoken Paul had nearly bitten his head off because he was so annoyed that Chuck didn't seem to believe that he would be there.

"Imagine that they dropped the ball squarely on my ass again," Chuck muttered and reluctantly walked over to the elevator as if he was heading towards his execution.

Down at Kevin's place in Florida Paul was storming around screaming at Shawn as Kevin looked on expressionlessly. "Goddamnit Shawn hurry your skinny little ass up! We're fucking suppose to BE THERE right fucking now meeting Chuck! Do you REALIZE what your selfish ass has done?! Chuck is going to have to fuck Mideon now!! MIDEON! Jesus! I'd dump our asses if I were him!"

"Pauly… come on," Shawn said trying to sweet talk his friend, but wasn't surprised when he didn't get anywhere.

"Don't you Pauly me! We PROMISED him he wouldn't have to do this! We SWORE that we would be there for him and you fucked it up because you just HAD to play one more fucking time like the spoiled little bitch that you are! Do you know what it's like fucking someone as nasty as Mideon? DO YOU!! No of course you don't! You're the Boy Toy… the spoiled little brat that gets everything he wants! SHIT!" Paul grabbed his stuff and stormed out of the room.

Shawn realizing that he wasn't waiting any longer and grabbing his clothes and bags running naked from the house. He managed to yank the passenger side door open just as Paul as about to pull off. Irritated Paul was forced to wait as Shawn threw his bags into the back seat. Seeing Kevin moseying out of the house towards them Paul actually growled he was so frustrated.

"I'll call Chucky and get things calmed down," Kevin said leaning in Shawn's window.

"And just how the fuck are you going to do that Kevin?" Paul asked pissed. "You know you and Scotty are the ones that wanted to bring this kid into the group and now that he's here you've totally ignored him. Where the fuck IS Scotty anyway? And where the fuck is Kid? WHY isn't he with Chuck? WHY am I being kept out of the loop?"

"You aren't being kept out of anything," Kevin said calmly. "It was Kid's choice and he didn't want anyone to know."

"What was Kid's choice?" Shawn chimed in asking as he pulled his clothes on.

"Kid reinjured his neck… they're trying to see how bad it is. We're hoping that it isn't anything major, but he didn't want everyone worrying about him so he only told Scott and I. Scott has gone with him, 'cause you know how Sean hates doctors." Kevin watched the predictable worry spread over Hunter and Shawn's faces. "As far as Chuck goes… I know he's really pissed off at us at the moment, but he's a good kid and he'll get over it. Just be sure you make up for this Mideon fiasco Shawny."

"You know I will Kevy," Shawn purred then licked his lips in anticipation. He was anxious to see what this new cub could do.

"We have to go," Paul said and Kevin stepped back watching his friends drive away in a hurry. Slowly he trudged back into the house, sighing as he worried about two of his three young cubs.

Back at the hotel Chuck had stepped off the elevator and was headed towards Mark's room. With every step that he took he felt himself becoming more and more numb. The last glorious three days he'd spent with Adrian were almost forgotten… locked somewhere in his brain where it couldn't be corrupted by the filth and evilness that was the WWF. He was coming to accept that he had no friends… no allies to run to when he was in need.

"Maybe it's better that the Thrillers aren't here," Chuck muttered quietly.

Sighing Chuck decided that they would have only found a way to kill the friendships anyway. At least this way it was only him that was being broken. The other three… Mike, Mark, and Sean… would at least be safe together with their friendships and their souls in tact.

Reaching Mark's room Chuck lifted his hand and knocked quietly on the door his mind empty of any thoughts of Kliq or Thrillers. His soul shielded from feeling things like comfort and love. The only thing that existed was his body and without the rest it was only an empty shell to be used and abused as Taker saw fit.

The door opened and Chuck walked slowly into the room not paying attention to faces. Not seeing that not only was Taker there but also Mideon, Big Show, Billy, and Vince McMahon himself. When Taker saw the dead look in Chuck's eyes he smiled knowing that he had finally managed to shatter the bright star that was Chuck Palumbo. Taker grunted with satisfaction knowing that his spot as the Big Dog was safe again because Chuck would never again be a threat to him.

Taker walked up to Chuck and grabbed his face squeezing hard enough that there would surely be bruises by match time that night. "I see you've finally come around boy and accepted your spot as my bitch… I have good news for you. Not only do you get my good buddy Mideon, but I think after that you'll get the privilege of having me an Vinnie Mac."

Chuck looked up at Taker and felt what little was left of his humanity whither and die.

"Whatever you say man," Chuck said emotionlessly. He saw Taker nod, but barely felt it when Mideon touched him.

He glanced across the room and saw that Show and Billy were both naked. Chuck assumed that they had fucked shortly before he arrived but when the sickening feeling that always came when he thought of Show or Billy didn't come Chuck just let his eyes slip shut as he felt Mideon's hands start to ride over his body.

Mideon's hands sweep up under Chucks shirt and roamed over his large chest to find his little flat nipples. Chuck couldn't stop his body from reacting when Mideon rolled between his thumbs and index fingers.

Once they became painfully hard Mideon moved on. He ran his hands down Chuck's stomach to the top of his jeans. He quickly undid Chuck's belt and pulled it from the loops letting it drop to the floor. The he unzipped and unbuttoned the jeans and shoved one big hairy hand inside to find Chuck's cock.

"Lord Taker you told me that this boy was fun! Hell he is as soft as my wife's tit." Everyone laughed, well, everyone but Chuck.

Taker slapped Mideon on the back. "Hell boy I thought you were going to fuck him, not blow him. He ain't got to be hard for that."

Mideon looked up and grinned at Taker. "Well I need him hard to have real fun, my kind of fun."

Laughter rang out in the room again as Mideon's big nasty hands pulled C hucks jeans down to his ankles. Mideon slapped him hard on the ass. Poor Chuck was so numb he barely jumped at all.

"Bend over boy and let me have a good look at that tight little ass hole of yours."

Chuck knew he had no choice so he obeyed and bent over. He felt Mideon's big meaty fingers pulling his ass cheeks apart. Then he felt a finger rub his opening. Chuck shut his eyes tight and hoped he didn't puke.

Mideon grinned down at Chucks exposed ass. "Well, ain't that a cute little thing. Hell it looks good enough to eat." Then he dropped to his knees and started licking away at the tiny little puckered opening.

Chuck felt a tongue push inside him going deeper and deeper. Finally he felt Mideon's whiskers rubbing on the cheeks of his ass. Then suddenly Mideon pulled out and slapped Chuck's ass again. "OK boy strip and lay down on the bed."

Chuck did as he was told and got on the bed. Mideon moved on the side of the bed. "Put your hands over your head Chuck!"

Before Chuck had time to move Mideon grabbed his arm and jerked it over his head and cuffed it to the headboard. "I told you to do something bitch!"

Chuck raised his other arm to have cuffed as well. Now Chuck felt more helpless than ever. Hell they could do anything to him and he would just have to lay there and take it.

Just then Mideon grabbed his head turned it to him for a rough kiss. Chuck felt himself start to gag from the awful taste as Mideon shoved his tongue as far into Chuck's mouth as he could get it. Chuck was still gagging; he could taste stale beer, tobacco, and himself on that God awful tongue pushing into his mouth.

Mideon pulled away to look down at Chuck. "Like that boy? Like the taste of your own shit?"

Chuck didn't answer. Mideon slapped him hard across the face. "I think if I were you I would try not to get me mad. NOW! BOY! I ASKED YOU A QUESTION. DO YOU LIKE THE TASTE OF YOUR OWN SHIT?"

Chuck blinked and said "NO"

Mideon slapped him again, "That's no MASTER! You got it BOY?!?"

"Yes Sir Master."

Mideon looked into Chuck's sad brown eyes and smiled "That's much better"

Taker set down on the other side of and looked down at Chuck with sadness in his big green eyes. "See Mid I told you he was easy to teach."

Mideon grinned up at Taker, "Well, we will see what the boy is made of. Now back to the business at hand."

He turned back to Chuck who was starring up at Taker. "Boy did I tell you that you could look at Taker?" Mideon waited a second and then went on. "Hell NO I didn't!" and he slapped him square in the middle of the chest leaving a handprint.

Mideon got up and walked over to Billy. "Billy use that mouth of yours for something other than talking trash; get over there and get Chuck nice and hard, but DON"T let him come."

Billy looked up from Shows arms and squeaked, "ME?!?" Mideon slapped him; "Yes you bitch! NOW BILLY!"

Billy jumped up and ran over to the bed and shoved Chuck's legs apart and settled himself so he could take Chuck's limp cock into his mouth.

While Billy worked Chuck's cock Mideon climbed across Chuck's chest. He reached down and grabbed Chuck's face. "Open you mouth boy!"

Chuck did and Mideon shoved his vile cock all the way inside his mouth. Chuck thought he was going to puke for sure now. It was clear to Chuck's nose that Mideon hadn't bathed in sometime, maybe even weeks. The stench was worse than the dead cat Chuck had found under his Mother's house when he was a boy.

"What's the matter boy? You don't like the taste of a real man? You are so used to hanging with those pansy little twink thrillers that you gag at the taste of a mans man?!? Well that's just too fucking bad! Gag all you want, but you are still going to suck it until its nice and hard and ready for that pretty little ass of your."

Chuck's eyes were starting to water from the smell so he shut them tight, and tried to think of any thing that would just get him through all this.

There floating in his mind he found his fantasy, dancing on the ring apron to his music, 'Sexy Boy'. Now he was teasing him with his striptease and wasn't stopping at his tights like he did in front of the cameras. That pouting full lipped little mouth, that long blonde hair bouncing around him like a cloud of silk, and that beautiful body. OH God that body was just an arm's length away. He could almost touch him. Chuck had shut out the world. It was just him, and his fantasy man, the Sexy Boy. Then suddenly he was snapped back to reality when he exploded into Billy's now wet mouth.

Mideon started screaming. "What the hell! Billy I should have known you would fuck something up! I swear you would fuck up your own wet dream! Not get away from Chuck and get back over there to the Big Toad.

Billy jumped of the bed and flew into the arms of the Big Show. Show was patting his head. "Its ok Billy it wasn't your fault. I protect you from the big bad man."

Mideon looked at them and rolled his eyes. Then he looked back down at Chuck, and grinned a smile that would put fear in the devils own heart. "Chuck you have been very very bad and I am going to make you pay for coming without permission."

Mideon got of the bed and took the cuffs off of Chuck and ordered him to roll over onto his stomach. Then he picked up something from the floor beside the bed. Chuck was slow to get moving he was trying to see what Mideon what holding in his hand. Mideon reached over and grabbed Chuck's leg and flipped him over onto his belly.

"Now get up on all fours and stay there!" He ordered in a loud angry voice. Chuck did hoping that this meant this would soon be over.

Mideon ran a hand across Chuck's ass. "Wonder if this fine piece of meat has ever had a whopping?"

That is when Chuck realized that Mideon had picked up his belt off the floor. He couldn't stop himself he let out a small whine. Chuck had never been whipped before and the thought made him sick.

Mideon laughed then said. "Whine now boy but before I am done you will scream for me."

Before Chuck could think about that the belt came down hard across his ass with a loud crack, then another. Each slap of the belt made Chuck jerk and gasp. But he wasn't going to give in to this fat piece of filthy shit. HE WASN'T GOING TO SCREAM.

With each fall of the belt over Chuck's beautiful ass Mideon and most of the men in the room were getting harder and harder. So did the force of the hits, and now they came quicker and quicker three, four, five, six. Chuck had tears running down his face but he still wasn't going to scream. Then somewhere in the back of his mind heard a loving voice, it was Adrian or maybe Shawn he wasn't sure, but it was saying 'Give in before he kills you. Your pride isn't worth all this.'

On the tenth strike across his ass he had to finally give in. He loathed himself for it but he had no choice and the screamed, "GOD PLEASE NO MORE, NO MORE! YOU WIN!"

Mideon jumped onto the bed behind Chuck and spit into his hand and quickly rubbed it on his cock and in one move rammed it all the way up Chuck's ass. Chuck screamed and prayed he would just pass out, but he didn't he felt every inward thrush and felt Mideon's fingers digging in to the raw cheeks of his battered ass. Mideon came deep inside Chuck then pulled out and moved away.

Out of the corner of his eye Chuck could see Taker stoking his already exposed hard on, and moving to take Mideon's place behind him.

Taker rubbed his hand over Chuck's reddened ass. "Poor thing. You're almost there baby. Just two more little fucks and you'll be WWF."

Then with brute strength he plunged his hard cock into Chucks waiting ass. He started pumping in and out in a jerky rhythm. After just a minute or two Takers head dropped back and he moaned and came deep and hard in Chuck's aching ass. The he pulled out and pushed Chuck forward on the bed. Chuck just lay there, but he knew it wasn't over. One more and he would be WWF.

Vince's voice boomed in the small room. "OK Chuck-lucky roll over onto your back. I want to see you face when you become WWF."

Chuck rolled over to Vince undoing his dress pants and digging through the pockets. He pulled out a condom and tossed it onto Chuck's chest. Chuck looked from the little red package to Vince.

"What? I know what's been in you ass. Did you really think I just stick my dick in there after all of these guys."

Chuck just starred at him. Vince made a face and yelled. "Now open that and put it on me, and oh yeah Chuck do it like you really want to keep your job."

Chuck picked up the condom and started to open it and the written on it caught his eye. 'Ribbed for the enjoyment of your partner." That struck Chuck odd since he couldn't see Vince ever caring about anyone but himself.

Vince walked up to the side of the bed and announced. "Oh Chucky-lucky I am ready and waiting."

Chuck ripped open the package and took out the thin rubber ring. He placed it on the top of the hard cock that Vince was waving in his face. Then he slowly and carefully unrolled it onto Vince's throbbing hard on.

"Uh Chuck…While your down there why don't you use that sweet hot mouth on my balls?"

With out blinking an eye Chuck leaned over and took of the large hairy balls into his mouth. He started sucking it slowly.

"Ahhhh that's nice Chuck real nice. Now lay back and let McDaddy fuck you."

Chuck laid back and spread his legs. Vince moved in between them and put the head of his cock at Chuck's opening.

"Chuck open those big brown 'thriller' eyes and look at me. I want you to know who it is fucking you up the ass this time."

Chuck open his eyes just as Vince entered him hard and all the way up to his balls. Chuck just lay there looking into the face of the devil himself.

Vince raised up to hook Chuck's knees and shoved his legs up to his chest. Chuck never made a sound. Vince started pumping away and grunting deep in his chest.

Without ever breaking eye contact Vince pumped harder and harder. There was sweat forming on his face and dripping onto Chuck's belly.

Finally after what seemed like a lifetime to Chuck, Vince grinned and dove in hard and came.

Chuck lay quietly on the bed Vince's cock was still embedded in his ass. Letting his eyes drift shut he tried to find something pleasant to grab onto. Various images flashed through his mind… HBK dancing in the ring… Mike smiling as he called him cupcake. He saw heard Sean's growl and saw that look that earned him the name Mr. Intensity. He saw that sweet look on Mark's face as he said, "I just love you guys." But like all his hopes and dreams the images refused to stick falling from his grasp until he was left with only the cold reality that he was now one of them… Chuck Palumbo was officially WWF.

"Come on Chucky-Lucky," Vince said as he pulled out and slapped Chuck's ass. "We've got a show to do!"

Just as the dysfunctional group was about to leave Taker turned and looked at Chuck seeing the sad broken look in his eye laughed and put his arm around Chuck. "Don't look to glum man… you're one of us now!" Chuck tried to fake a smile and ignored the fact that Taker's touch no longer made him sick.

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