"What are you waiting for?" Hunter asked as the wind began to pick up. It banged the rusty gate of the gothic mansion loudly, making everyone in the small group join. Shawn, Edge, Chris Jericho, Hunter, and Flair stood out infront of the mansion, the wind whipping around their hair wildly.

"It's getting cold out here." Ric grumbled and tightened the scarf around his face a little more.

"Ric, it's not that bad out." Jericho said rolling his eyes.

"...Coming from some one whose used to inhumane weather all year long." Ric growled and held his long coat closer to himself and shivered.

"What's the matter Ric, them old bones don't like the cold?" Chris teased and stuck out his tongue as he dodged a blow from the older man.

"You two finished?" Edge asked a little annoyed. He was getting kind of cold too. They nodded, and moved away from each other. "Great."

"Anyway... Shawn.. Are you ready to prove that you still got it?"

"Yeah. What do I have to do?" Shawn said looking to Hunter, and not showing any fear in his steely crystal blue eyes.

"Simple. Go in there and bring something out."

Shawn rolled his eyes. "Wow, how lame."

"Don't complain, you can complain when you get your ass back out here. We'll give you a half hour before we come in looking for you." Hunter warned. "And we won't be happy about it."

"Yeah yeah." Shawn muttered and started down the dirt road. The mansion was damn creepy, which he admitted silently to himself. With a deep breath, Shawn slowly pushed open the aged door. It lead into a large courtyard, one that had a huge fountain in the middle. It was of four grim reaper like figures, each of them holding out a cauldron which water poured out of. Shawn gazed at it for awhile, forcing himself to tear away from the sight. It was almost as if one of those statues was about to reach down and snatch him up in those giant boney hands.

He shivered softly and went to the closest door he could see. Shawn shoved the old door open, stumbling inside. ...Maybe he was better off outside with the creepy reaper statues. Inside it was dusty, and smelt like age. He gulped slowly and ran his hands over his hair slowly. He was never in such a desolate, lonely place before. Yet... Something was a miss.

"Hello...? Hello? Is.. Is anyone here?" Shawn called, and waited for a reply. When no one answered, Shawn let out a breath he didn't know he was holding. 'Great, I'll just grab one of these coasters and go... No sense doing some exploring... I might fall through some rotted wood and end up in the basement...' Shawn picked one up and shoved it in his coat pocket. He turned around and reached for the door knob.

"In all these years I never knew that Shawn Michaels was a thief."

The cool deep voice startled Shawn, making him jump almost to the ceiling. He turned around to see the Undertaker standing on the large set of stairs going up to the second flight of stairs.

"Undertaker.." Shawn gasped and sighed softly in relief.

"Don't sound so relieved Shawn. I tend not to let thieves get away so easily." He growled closing the gap between him and the smaller man with a few long strides.

"I.. I'll put it back." Shawn paled dropping the coaster on the table.

"Too late." Undertaker growled. He kicked Shawn in the stomach and hauled him up over his shoulder. "You must learn your lesson."

"Undertaker please! Put me down!!" Shawn shouted and tried to kick him. "Let me go, god damn it!!"

The stoic man said nothing as he carried the blonde up the stairs. He brought him down a long hallway, portraits of long since dead relatives littering the aged walls. Shawn continued to struggle, managing to flip himself over his shoulder. He landed on the floor the wrong way on his ankle, and attempted to run. He got to his feet, stumbling forward.

Undertaker reached out and grabbed him by his injured ankle. Shawn fell to the ground again, grabbing the carpet in a desperate attempt to stop himself from being dragged any further. The tall man squeezed hard on the weakened limb, making Shawn cry out in pain. "I like the way you scream, Heartbreaker."

Shawn whimpered softly as he was picked up again, and was brought into a bedroom. The bed was huge, a four poster canopy, with blood red sheets and bedding. Undertaker threw him down on it hard, making Shawn's body bounce slightly with the force.

"There is no escaping." Undertaker said gravely as he put his knee down on Shawn's stomach. "You are here to learn a lesson, and if you make things hard for yourself you'll never leave. Do you understand?"

Shawn nodded and tried not to loose control of himself. "Yes, Undertaker I understand..."

"Good. Take off your clothing." He ordered removing his knee from Shawn's torso.

The smaller man let out a sob and got up. He sat back on his knees as he removed the wool coat he was wearing. Next came the buttoned shirt- which Undertaker watched with rapt interest, following Shawn's fingers as they opened each button, revealing more lightly tanned skin.

"Undo your hair."

Shawn shuddered quietly, pulling the band out of his hair. Waves of golden blonde tumbled down the front and back of his shoulders, clinging slightly to his opened shirt.

Undertaker's large hands ran through the mane of hair slowly, gently. "Finish."

He nodded, taking the shirt off of his shoulders. Shawn worked off his belt, opening the button on his pants.

The bigger man licked his lips, and shoved Shawn down on the bed. Obviously, he had had enough of watching. He grabbed the waist band of Shawn's jeans, and tore them right off his lower body.

"Those were my favorite jeans..." Shawn grumbled quietly.

"What was that?" Undertaker growled, grabbing him by the chin roughly. "What did you say?!"

"Nothing!"

"Don't burry your self in deeper Shawn..." Undertaker threatened.

"I said those were my favorite jeans..." Shawn shouted this time, feeling his temper flaring up. He knew it wasn't a smart idea to get angry here, but he couldn't help it.

"Oh were they? Maybe I can give you something in return to replace those pants." He reached down and touched Shawn's face, petting him. He pulled out a few scarves, tying the blonde's hands above his head. He put up a fight, but Undertaker expected that. The taller man held Shawn's wrists up, tying them tightly to an ornate decoration on the head board. "Don't you look pretty tied up."

"Let me go! I don't care about any 'lessons'! This is wrong!" Shawn cried jerking his arms around in attempts to loosen his bindings.

Undertaker did not respond. He opened his pants, taking his flaccid length out. He straddled Shawn's chest, and gripped the back of the blonde's head. "So is stealing." He said simply, tilting Shawn's head up to face his massive cock.

"Please don't make me..." Shawn begged, his bottom lip trembling.

Undertaker ignored him, shoving his length into Shawn's open mouth. The smaller man cried out, struggling to make it fit before he choked. Some home he managed to slid the whole thing down his throat.

He didn't want to give him any pleasure; he wanted to go back outside with his friends where he was safe. And then it hit him. He had to bring something back, otherwise... Otherwise he'd never be treated with any sort of respect ever again. Shawn decided that maybe if he did a good job, Undertaker may give him one of those pendants of his symbol. It came from the house and it would count. He started sucking a little, trying to do what ever he could with Undertaker jamming his head back and forth on his length. It was the most violent throat fucking he had ever been through. He was so big, but strangely he didn't care. In fact he wanted more. He opened up his throat as much as he could, eager to taste more and more... Shawn felt pre cum pooling in his mouth, his breathing quickening. It wouldn't be much longer now.

Undertaker removed himself from Shawn's mouth with a groan of reluctance. "Not yet."

Shawn sucked in a few breaths of cool, stale air. He almost wanted the bigger man to come in his mouth. It kind of scared him, but he liked the taste of Undertaker's length... He whimpered in protest this time, looking up to Undertaker with wide eyes.

"Did you like that?"

He nodded, licking his lips a bit. "Yes Undertaker..."

"So you are a little cock whore."

Shawn shut his eyes and turned his head away from him. "...Yes..."

"You will be my little cock whore, understand?" Undertaker said firmly and turned Shawn's head back to look him in the face. "And if anyone says differently, you tell them who you belong to."

"You, Undertaker... You... C-Can I finish...?" Shawn pleaded eyeing the big man's erection hungrily.

"No my Heartbreaker." He said making Shawn pout. "Not this time. This time I will come burried deep inside of you. Next time if you're good, I 'll let you suck me off." He grabbed the sides of Shawn's torso and flipped him over. Undertaker got off the bed to fetch a black candle burning in the candleabra.

"Undertaker... What are you doing..?" Shawn asked nervously as he say the flicker of fire out of the corner of his eye. The only answer he got was hot black satin wax meeting the skin of his back. He howled in pain, yanking and pulling on the scarves as hard as he could.

Undertaker whistled softly as he finished what he was doing, making his symbol in black wax on his new pet's back. "There. We'll just have to wait till it hardens completely... And I know what we can do." He blew out the candle and placed it back, then grabbed Shawn's hips roughly. He brought the blonde up on his knees, and shoved hard into him.

Shawn screamed in pain as Taker fucked him- it felt as if he were being spilt in two. He clawed at the bed, at the pillows, even at his arms as pain wracked through his lower body. Hot seed flooded his insides, making them sting painfully. He felt himself come too, making him wonder why he had gotten off on pure pain like that.

"You enjoyed that didn't you..."

"Y-Yes Undertaker..." Seering pain ripped through his lower back as the wax symbol was torn off his flesh. He sobbed softly, his skin throbbing.

"Now everyone will know... And you can show all of those stupid friends of yours outside what you brought back from my home."

"H-How did you know?"

"One thing you will find out soon enough, my pet... I have ways of finding out what I want to know..." Undertaker stroked Shawn's locks briefly. "Go now, before they try to venture here... When I want to see you again, you'll know too."

~

Soon enough, Shawn walked through the gates of the mansion out front with an almost blank look on his face.

"Well...?" Hunter asked looking to his old friend who was strangely pantless underneath his long winter coat.

Shawn smiled at them all mysteriously. "I got something... I'll show you when we get back to the hotel..." 'And after that, I think it'll be time for another visit back... Whenever my master beckons, I must come after all...'

FIN.