Matt writhed against his bonds desperately trying to get free to no avail. The handcuffs bit sharply into his wrists and ankles and he whimpered softly at the stinging pain. Whoever had bound him had left him a little room to maneuver but not very much. His mind raced as he struggled. He couldn't remember how he had gotten there. Who would have done this to him?

Matt heard the sound of the door open and immediately curled up as best as he could trying to cover his nakedness. His head turned instinctively towards the footsteps that were steadily nearing the bed. His eyes strained to see who it was but the cloth hood over his head made it impossible to pick out anything. The close woven fabric made him feel claustrophobic as well and his breath came out in frightened pants.

The stranger paused and Matt felt his eyes on his body and he tried to scrunch himself up more into the bedcovers. The bed dipped and shifted slightly as whoever it was crawled up onto the bed with him. Matt froze as he felt a hand trail gently down his back and over his hip. "You're so beautiful," the stranger whispered as he caressed him.

"Don't touch me," Matt gasped backing away from the hand.

The room was silent again as Matt frantically tried to figure out what was going to happen next. He was suddenly flipped roughly onto his stomach and a stinging blow fell across his ass. Matt yelped and tried to squirm away. The stranger planted his elbow in the small of Matt's back and continued to rain blows on his ass and the back of his thighs with his bare hand. "You belong to me," the stranger hissed hitting him harder.

"Stop it," Matt cried struggling against his captor. Inexplicably he felt his cock harden from the rough treatment and his cheeks burned in shame. He was momentarily grateful for the hood that covered his face. The blows ceased and Matt buried his face in his arm trying not to tremble. He could feel how hot his skin was and he stamped down the urge to grind himself into the covers.

The stranger laid his own naked form against his captive and Matt gasped at the feel of his hard cock pressing insistently against his ass. "I can do anything I want to you," the stranger said darkly jerking Matt's head to the side and nipping hard at his ear through the hood. Matt stifled the cry in the back of his throat. The stranger eased his weight off Matt slightly and wiggled his hand under his hips, grasping his captive's cock firmly in his hand.

Matt bit back a moan and the stranger laughed harshly. "I knew you'd like that Matthew. I know you better than you know yourself." He began to stroke Matt roughly and Matt felt an intoxicating mixture of desire and humiliation sweep over him as he fought the urge to press himself harder into the hand that was working him.

"You're so stubborn Matthew," the stranger said forcing him to his knees. "That's one of the things I love about you."

Matt's mind whirled. Who was this that knew him so well? Who could push all of his buttons so effectively? Matt knew that voice but his mind shied away from drawing any conclusions.

The stranger trailed one hand possessively over Matt's body as he continued to pump him. "You're such a little slut Matthew." He abruptly released Matt's cock and Matt whimpered softly. The stranger chuckled softly. "Do you want some more?" He teased Matt's entrance with a hand slick with Matt's precum.

"No," Matt whispered shaking his head but made no attempt to move away. He cried out as two fingers were roughly shoved into him, violating him harshly. He knew that he was about to be raped and the thought caused his cock to harden even further. The stranger scissored his fingers apart and began preparing Matt none to gently, occasionally jabbing at Matt's prostate.

Matt tried to stifle his moans unsuccessfully and began to struggle knowing that it was useless. The stranger pulled his fingers out and shoved Matt's head into the pillow. Matt began to struggle even more as it became harder for him to breathe. "Go ahead and fight me," the stranger growled pressing the head of his cock against Matt's entrance. "It's fucking turning me on."

"Don't, please." Matt sobbed desperately trying to get away. The stranger moaned as his captive's struggles continued to arouse him. Matt tensed as he felt the spongy tip of his cock slip into him. The stranger paused for a moment as Matt ceased struggling his entire body trembling in anticipation. "Don't do this," Matt pleaded one last time.

The stranger chuckled and slammed into Matt burying himself to the hilt in Matt's ass with one stroke. Matt screamed at the invasion and screamed again when the stranger started to roughly pound into him without giving him a chance to recover. The pain was excruciating. Matt dug his nails into the bedcovers, squirming and writhing against his captor as he continued to rut into him. He shivered in helpless excitement giving into the feeling of being used against his will.

Matt bit his lip until he was afraid it was going to bleed trying not to moan out loud. He fought to get enough air feeling lightheaded. His cock ached unbearably and he reveled in being fucked so viciously. "You need this," the stranger panted grasping Matt's hips and fucking him harder. "You need to be abused Matthew. You love it."

Matt shook his head no. He groaned and began to grind his hips back against his captor. He could almost feel him smirking in triumph. Matt felt a hand slip up his chest. The stranger twisted his nipple cruelly and Matt shrieked cumming so forcefully that he almost blacked out.

The stranger cried out as Matt spasmed around him. He pressed Matt's head further into the pillow as he desperately rutted into him. Matt heard the stranger scream his own release and felt the hot jets of his cum fill his ass before he blacked out.

* * * * *

Matt gasped as he came awake with a start. He lay in the dark quiet of his hotel room desperately trying to get his heartbeat under control. His cock ached unbearably and the silky fabric of his boxers was soaked with precum. He slid his hand in his boxers and grasped his cock moaning softly. He didn't want to wake Shannon who was fast asleep in the other bed. It didn't take long for him to get himself off. He was so close to the edge already. Matt bit his lip hard to keep himself from moaning too loudly as his orgasm washed over him.

Matt lay in bed for a few moments recovering from the intensity of his orgasm. He slipped out of bed and headed for the bathroom glancing toward the bed where Shannon lay. His friend was curled under the covers fast asleep. Matt sighed and went into the bathroom. He turned on the shower and quickly divested himself of his boxers. Matt groaned as he slid under the hot spray. The water pelted deliciously against his skin. He tilted his head back and let the water run through his curls. He folded his arms against the tile wall and lay his head on them enjoying the feel of the hot water sluicing down his body relaxing him thoroughly.

What was happening to him? For the last several months Matt had been having the strangest dreams. Dreams of being dominated, abused. Matt shuddered beginning to get hard again as he thought about them. Matt never thought of himself as gay but he was beginning to wonder who it was that he was continuously fantasizing about. No thought of any woman ever turned him on this bad.

Matt slid his hand down his chest in erotic circles and grasped his throbbing cock. He closed his eyes and groaned softly imagining the stranger slipping into the shower behind him, handcuffing him to the showerhead and fucking him hard against the tiles. Matt moaned loudly as he came again for the second time that morning. His head slumped against the tiles as his body trembled from the force of it.

Matt jumped slightly at the sound of a light tap on the door. "Matt? Are you okay in there?" Shannon's voice sounded concerned.

"Yeah," Matt called back grabbing the soap and quickly lathering up his body.

"Well hurry up." Shannon replied. "We don't want to be late and I still have to shower too."

Matt finished washing himself off and stepped out of the shower wrapping a towel around his waist. He grabbed his boxers off the floor. Shannon's was digging through his suitcase when Matt came back into the bedroom. "It's all yours," Matt said pulling out his own bag.

Shannon nodded and headed for the bathroom. He paused and looked at Matt. "Did you manage to get any sleep? You were tossing and turning all night."

Matt started slightly. "I'm fine. I must have been having a bad dream or something." He laughed slightly. "I don't even remember what it was about."

"Must have been some dream," Shannon mumbled disappearing into the bathroom.

"Tell me about it," Matt muttered drying himself off and slipping into some clean clothes. He repacked his bag and had tidied up the room by the time Shannon was out of the shower.

Shannon looked around the room and laughed. "Jeff was right, you are anal Matt."

"Shut up short stuff," Matt drawled grabbing his bag. "We're going to be late remember?"

* * * * *

Matt leaned his head back wearily against the locker and sighed. His entire body ached but what else could you expect after getting into a match with the Undertaker. There was a quick knock at the door and Shannon stuck his head in. "I'll meet you back at the hotel slowpoke."

"Whatever man," Matt waved his hand tiredly. "I'll be along shortly."

Shannon shut the door again leaving Matt alone. He sat there for a little while stretching the soreness out of his muscles. Eventually Matt got up and headed to the showers. By the time he had showered and gotten dressed again the arena was quiet. He threw his bag over his shoulder and left the locker room heading towards the exit.

Matt felt a thread of apprehension move through him and slowed down slightly, feeling as if he were being watched. He looked over his shoulder down the darkened hallway. His eyes strained to see any movement but there wasn't any. "Hello?" He called softly but there was no answer. Matt shook his head and told himself that it was just his imagination but he found himself quickening his pace as he continued to make his way towards the exit.

Matt emerged out into the parking lot and scanned the area for his car. He frowned slightly when he couldn't find it at first. Finally he spotted it back towards the far end of the lot. He looked around the parking lot to again see if anyone else was there, his paranoia getting to him. He knew he had parked the car closer than that.

Matt started to trot towards his car when he heard the sound of the exit door shutting behind him again. He jumped and whirled around but no one was there. "Dammit Hardy pull yourself together," Matt growled fumbling for the keys in his pocket. The parking light in this part of the lot was broken and Matt had some trouble getting the key in the lock.

"Mr. Hardy," a voice said softly behind him.

Matt gasped and spun around dropping the keys so that they skittered underneath the car. Two dark figures stood near him flanking him slightly. They both wore ski masks so it was impossible to give any description of them other a rough idea of what size they were.

"What do you want?" Matt asked his eyes darting from one to the other.

They didn't answer moving towards him on either side and quickly closing the gap. Matt growled and dropped his bag surprising the man on the right by spearing him from the side. Matt heard the other man rushing towards him as he pummeled the first one. The fight was short and ugly and all too soon Matt felt himself pinned against the car in an iron grip.

"Fucking let go of me," Matt snarled trying to control the fear that swept through him. One of the men pulled away as Matt continued to struggle and retrieved a case from his pocket. He opened it up and pressed one gloved hand firmly against Matt's mouth to muffle any sounds. He raised his other hand towards Matt's neck and Matt dimly saw that what he held was a syringe.

Matt screamed desperately trying to kick free. The other man tightened his grip and Matt felt a tiny prick on his neck. "Nothing personal Mr. Hardy," the man murmured as dizziness washed over him. "Just business."

The grip on him loosened and Matt slumped to the ground. He vaguely felt someone pick him up and sling him over their shoulder before he blacked out completely.

* * * * *

Matt awoke slowly his head throbbing and a dry taste in the back of his mouth. He groaned and shifted slightly. He tried to open his eyes and a wave of dizziness came over him. He groaned again screwing his eyes shut tightly.

"Shhhh," a voice soothed softly. Matt felt a cold wet cloth gently bathing his face and the back of his neck. The throbbing eased a little and Matt shifted again feeling the bed sheets move sensuously under his naked body.

Matt froze as the realization dawned on him. This couldn't really be happening. He swallowed hard and tugged gently on his hands. They were restrained above his head in what felt like fur lined leather cuffs.

"No," Matt whimpered softly burying his face into the covers.

The hand stroked down his back comfortingly. "Don't worry I'll take care of you."

Matt gasped and his eyes flew open at the sound of the familiar voice. He barely saw the room that he knew almost as well as his own. He craned his neck around and his jaw dropped in astonishment as he stared at the figure sitting next to him.

Jeff's green eyes sparkled as he looked down at his brother. "Welcome home Matty," he cooed softly.

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