Tyson grabbed his bag, and started to head out of the arena, eager to get away before any of the other guys noticed he was missing.

The past few weeks had been agony for him, knowing he had to wait before he could go back to Sean's place.

Last time he was there, after a pretty intense beating, Sean had made him write down some of his darker fantasies. At first, he was a little reluctant; But Sean had a way of making Ty do things that he normally wouldn't do. Like getting him to admit that he had real feelings for him, that wasn't easy for Ty to admit too. He opened his "emotional bag" for NO-ONE. But Sean had got him to do it.

Some of the things that Tyson had written down, to your mere mortal, were pretty fucked up...but to him, they drove him wild with desire.

"If I do this...you SWEAR that you'll help me?" Tyson had whispered

"What kind of Master would I be if I didn't give my pet what he wants" Sean had smiled, as he handed him a pad and pen, "You trust me?"

"Yes Master" Ty had replied as he started to write, "But some of these will have to be done when I have time off...time to heal"

Running a finger down his jaw line to his beard, he gently gripped it before bringing his lips to his own and kissing him reassuringly.

"Let me worry 'bout that, ok?" Sean had whispered, sitting back on the huge leather sofa and watching as Tyson filled page after page with his fantasies.

He hurriedly flung his bag into the back seat of his car, pulled his car keys from his pocket and jumped into the driver seat.

Suddenly, Jay was banging on his car bonnet

"Hold up, buddy!!" Jay yelled, "Got room for a little one?"

Tyson let out a heavy sigh

"What?!" Tyson sighed

"I need a ride" Jay said as he tried to open the passenger door, "open the door"

"Jay, I can't help you tonight..."Tyson said, without even the slightest twinge of guilt.

"Buddy, you gotta!" Jay said, frantically pulling at the door, "I'll be stuck here"

Turning the key in the ignition, Tyson's car roared into action. Tyson turned to face his friend; he looked him dead in the eyes

"I told you, I can't help you tonight" Tyson said firmly, before pressing his foot hard to the gas pedal, and with tyres spinning, he raced away into the night, leaving Jay stood, in an almost empty car park, in a cloud of smoke....

His heart pounded heavily in his chest as he sped down the deserted highway; thankfully the music from the radio was enough to keep him from actually HEARING his heart beat. Adrenaline was coursing through his veins; it had been four hours, since he had got the text.

"FANTASY NO.3, TONIGHT."

Just reading the text had been enough to get him hard; he had to go take a few minutes to compose himself before any of the guys noticed. And he had been thinking about it ALL night. He had had to fight Rhyno tonight, so going to the ring with a hard on was not a good idea!

He saw that his cell phone had lit up; he reached for it and read the new text message.

"TAKE NEXT TURN OFF..."

Tyson frowned...was he being watched? Was he being followed? How did Sean know where he was??

He slowed down before doing what he was told and turning off the highway, he ended up on another deserted road.

Just then, a little way up the road he saw a car broke down, and a flare burning brightly in the road to warn on coming traffic.

He pulled up along side and wound his window down; he could see, through the smoke tinted windows, two guys in the back seat of the car.

"You guys need any help??" Tyson asked

A guy suddenly appeared from behind the bonnet of the car and, walking round to the driver's door, he opened it.

"Move!" the guy ordered, pulling a small gun from his back pocket

Tyson quickly shifted over to the passenger seat, and the guy got into the car.

"Who the fuck are you??" Tyson demanded

The reply was a hard punch to the face, his head bouncing off the window and the instant taste of blood in his mouth told him how strong this guy was.

"Keep your head down!" He was told before having his head forced down, as far as he could get it.

The car took a sharp turn and Ty knew that they were no longer on the highway.

"Where are you taking me?" He asked

"You'll find out...soon enough" Was the reply

It felt like hours but in reality it was probably only a few minutes before the car screeched to a halt.

The driver pressed the gun to Tyson's temple, Tyson felt his body tense

"Keep your eyes closed and get your ass out of this car...and don't fuckin try anything dumb, coz I WILL shoot you" he was told

With his eyes screwed shut, he stumbled out of the car, he could hear another car pull up.

"Get on your knees, boy!" He was ordered

Tyson fell to his knees, then moaned quietly as his arms were wrenched hard behind his back and tied together at the wrists. Next, a blindfold was tied tightly over his eyes, a little too tightly for Tyson's liking.

"Get up" Was the next order barked at him, as he heard more car doors opening.

"...You gonna kill me...?" Tyson asked as he stood up

"Shut the fuck up!!" someone yelled before he was punched hard in the face again, "Ain't so big and bad now, are you??"

For a split second, Tyson thought he recognised the voice, and it wasn't a voice he was expecting.

He was dragged around the front of the car, and forced over onto the bonnet, which was still hot

"Lets get this done!" the vaguely familiar voice demanded

"Don't you get y'self excited, Boy" another voice said, as Tyson's jeans were unbuckled and yanked down round his ankles, "If your dick so much as twitches...I'll shoot it off"

"And no fuckin' yellin' either" he was told, "We don't want everyone knowing we are here..."

Tyson felt the cold hard barrel of the gun being pressed into his temple, then he had to bite hard into his lip to silence himself as he was roughly fucked. He fought hard not to get excited, prayed his body would not betray him, as he didn't relish the idea of having his cock shot off!

He could hear laughing, whispered conversations, then more laughing.

Once the hard thrusting stopped, Tyson moved to stand straight and was rammed back down, face smashing painfully into the bonnet.

"One down, 3 to go..." he was taunted as he was fucked again. The taste of blood lay heavy in his mouth, as he was unmercifully pounded.

By the time the four men had finished with him, Tyson was exhausted.

"Tie his ass up...stick him in the trunk" He heard one of them say

His jeans were pulled up and he was shoved down onto the floor, he could tell at least 3 of the four were tying him up.

He was dragged over to a car and bundled into the boot, it was a tight squeeze, but he managed to curl his body into a semi comfortable position, he just hoped wherever it was he was being taken, they'd get there quickly.

The car stopped sharply, Tyson's head bounced off the inside of the boot.

"C'mon, get him out" he heard as the trunk was opened up and Tyson got some much needed fresh air.

Coughing and spluttering, Tyson stumbled as he was hauled out of the cramped trunk and fell to his knees.

"You guys had fun...?" A VERY familiar voice said

"Master..." Tyson whimpered

For his troubles he was kicked hard in the side of the head, almost knocking him out cold!

"When you are permitted to talk, I will tell you, got it!" Tyson was told

He managed somehow to pull himself back into a kneeling position, and spat out a huge mouthful of blood.

"He was a good fuck, I guess" One of Ty's attackers said, "He just ain't my type!"

"Believe me man, you ain't his type neither..." His master stated as he took Tyson's blindfold off.

It took a couple of seconds for Tyson's sight to come back to normal, and was shocked to find Raven stood a few feet away.

"You..."Tyson whimpered as three other figures emerged from the darkness.

"The very same..." Raven said, from behind the leather collar he was wearing, "Hope MY guys weren't too rough on you..."

Matt, Johnny and Kaz stood obediently, heads bowed, next to Raven.

"Ok, a thousand, right?" His master said as he pulled a wad of notes from his back pocket.

Raven flicked the wad with his fingers, and smiled.

"Anytime you want my assistance again, you know where I am" Raven smiled as he clicked his fingers and left, his guys following him.

Sean went to Tyson, and undid his wrists, much to Ty's relief.

"Thank you, Master" Tyson whispered

"Was it everything you wanted?" Sean asked

"Master...Can they be trusted?" Tyson asked, "I have to work with them"

"I trust Scott..." Sean stated, "We go back along way"

Tyson shakily got too his feet, he stretched and groaned as the bones in his back clicked painfully.

"Now, I guess I should take you home..." Sean said, "Get you showered"

They both made their way out of the warehouse, Sean's car was parked a short walk away.

"So...was it everything you wanted?" Sean asked again as he drove

"I dunno..." Tyson said, "I don't know how I am meant to feel"

"Ok" Sean frowned

"I'm not sure I liked it being someone I knew...kinda changes it" Tyson said

"How?" Sean asked as he pulled up outside the house

Tyson started to walk away, heading out of the building

"Travis...?" Sean called as he raced after him, "What is it?"

Ty turned and faced Sean; Sean could see how emotional he now was

"I always liked the fact that only YOU knew me, only YOU knew how to treat me" Tyson started, "But now....so do they..."

"I trust Scotty" Sean sighed

"Yeah...well I don't" Tyson said quietly, as he left Sean and started the long walk back to the city.....