"The kid is weird, there's no question about it." Shawn Michaels commented to Chris Jericho. "I mean, his hair's just crazy and he paint's his nails for fuck's sake! And those patterns he shaves? I thought the ones on his face were strange enough, but I heard he shaves patterns in other places too!"

"Yeah, but his body is hot as hell." Chris smiled at the thought, "and he's just so damn sensual."

Shawn wiped his brow, "Don't I know it. God what I wouldn't do to get with him."

"You want it? I'll see what I can do."

The Texan raised his eyebrows. "You can do that? Since when did you have any influence over him?"

"Well..." Chris' blue eyes were sparkling. "Let's just say I know what he likes, and he's freaky in more ways than one."

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Chris arranged it for a time when Jeff would be alone in the locker room; they would be guaranteed absolute privacy. He gave the signal to Shawn and made himself scarce.

Jeff had just come back from his match; hot and sweaty he threw his T-shirt to one side of the room, but stopped undressing further when he heard a firm knock at the door, and saw Shawn Michaels stroll into the room.

"Shawn... can I help you?" Jeff smiled at his idol, surprised to see him, "I didn't know you were here tonight."

"Shut up Jeff." Shawn ordered. He just stood there for a second, admiring the view. The red hair, plastered with sweat, the perfectly waxed chest, the pants that fit tightly around his slim hips, the pierced navel, it all added up to one beautiful package. "Do you know why I'm here?"

Jeff shook his head, too dumbstruck to speak.

"I think you do."

A smile spread across Jeff's face. "You mean..."

"Yep." Shawn sauntered closer and pulled a piece of material from out of his pocket. "and you are going to do exactly what I say." He positioned himself behind Jeff and tied the material over his mouth. Jeff struggled at first, but found that the more he struggled, the tighter Shawn would pull the gag. "Stop struggling and put your hands above your head."

Jeff did as he was told and found that his hands were tied together and then tied above him to a clothes hook on the wall of the locker room, There was a low bench running around the edge of the room, and Jeff found himself prompted to rest his knees on it. He was in a prone position, and it turned him on beyond anything.

And then Shawn undid Jeff's pants, just when he was convinced he couldn't get any more aroused. His pants were left around his ankles, but his black thong was cut off. Jeff shuddered as Shawn wrapped his hand around his cock, starting up a steady rhythm, then running his fingers over every part of Jeff's body except where he needed it the most. But he couldn't beg for Shawn, his moans were muffled by the gag. He was completely at Shawn's mercy and loved it.

In his mind Jeff was begging Shawn to make him cum, but Shawn had no intention of making it so easy for him. Instead he decided it was time for his own pleasure, so pulled away from Jeff completely. He craned his neck round, trying to see what Shawn was doing, and could hardly contain his delight as Shawn rid himself of his jeans and boxers, revealing a very erect cock.

Then he behaved almost tenderly towards Jeff, caressing his face around the gag and kissing his shoulders.

"Little Jeffie." He sighed, in between light kisses, "you are so beautiful, so, so hot baby. " Then his tone grew a little darker "You want me don't you? It turns you on to be like this. I'm gonna give you what you want."

Jeff moaned in assent and anticipation. All his deepest, darkest fantasies were coming true. He was vaguely aware of Shawn covering his cock with lube, and then without warning he thrust inside Jeff, instinctively wrapping his arms around his shoulders and beginning to pump into him.

Jeff tried to scream, but that muffled sound soon became a pleasure filled groan. He began to more as much as he could, as much as his restraints would let him, pushing back against Shawn so that the penetration was so much deeper.

As Shawn thrust harder his growls became more bestial, more incoherent. He'd never known pleasure like it, the whole situation. Jeff in his prone position, the sweetness of him, everything. His rhythm into Jeff was merciless, and he didn't stop until he came. His own orgasm was prolonged as Jeff climaxed and all of his muscles spasmed, squeezing Shawn's cock and enhancing the enjoyment even more.

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When he'd got his breath back and had redressed, Shawn undid Jeff's hands and gag, and kissed him thoroughly.

"Jeffie, you are definitely as hot as you look. See you round kid." Teasingly he ruffled the sweat drenched hair and walked out, leaving Jeff standing there, his pants around his ankles, completely shocked and rubbing his wrists which were slightly bruised. As he heard a noise outside he pulled up his pants and tried to look calm, and failed miserably as Chris came through the door.

"Did you enjoy my surprise?" He purred, caressing Jeff's neck and kissing it gently.

Jeff broke away and fixed him with a shocked stare. "You mean... you..."

"Yes." Chris grinned. "When Shawn told me he wanted you I remembered that fantasy you had about him and I set it up."

"Oh you're too good to me baby." Jeff smiled. "Far too good."

"Well, you can be good to me later, yeah?" Chris proposed, with a wicked look on his face. He was turned on beyond words by what he'd just seen - thank god for two way mirrors! Now he couldn't wait to get Jeff into bed. "I love you, my freaky little baby."

"Love you too Chris." Jeff's still shaky voice whispered. "When we get back to the hotel I'm yours to have in any way you want. My present to you for tonight. My way of saying thank you."

And Chris knew that no one could say thank you quite like Jeff.

Read the sequel Freak II