"Shawn baby, calm down." Bret warned as he watched his long time lover cross back and forth the hotel room's floor. Shawn pouted at the older man shook his head. "Look at it this way, you and I can spend more time together..."

Shawn rolled his eyes as he walked over to the mini fridge to pull out a bottle of water.

"Get over here." Bret commanded and patted his knee.

The blonde complied with a heavy sigh, plopping down on Bret's lap.

"I came all the way from Canada to travel with you and you go around throwing a bitch fit. Is this anyway to thank me?"

"No..." Shawn said with a sheepish smile as he adjusted himself on Bret's lap so he was straddling him. "I'm sorry."

"That's okay." Bret grinned as he grabbed Shawn by the buttocks and squeezed. "Your ass is mine, so that makes up for your little attitude problem."

Shawn slipped his tongue into Bret's ear as the dark haired man's hand slipped up his lower back. "Mmm, Bret... You know just how to make me feel better..." He groaned gripping Bret's long black hair.

"Baby, don't get too comfy." Bret warned as he lifted Shawn off of him, and swatted at his ass lightly. "I've got to go talk to Vince to get your suspension lifted."

"Thanks... But I'd rather have you here at the moment." Shawn said and rubbed his shoulder. "With me. On the bed. Between the sheets. Now."

"No." Bret growled as he sat up. "Don't tempt me, baby. Go to sleep... I'll be back in a few hours. Kiss me goodbye?"

Shawn pecked him on the cheek, waving good bye to Bret as he walked out. He threw himself on the bed and pulled out Alice in Wonderland. He never read it before and was right in the middle of it. He turned on the TV, and flicked around the stations while he settled down to read. Most of them were pornography, to Shawn's dismay. Bret wasn't here to satisfy him so there was no reason to get all worked up. Anger started back up, stirring inside him again.

How he'd LOVE to throttle Eric Bischoff. He put the book down, throwing the book away. Shawn threw the covers of the bed over his head, succumbing to a troubled deep sleep.

-

Shawn frowned as he made his way down to Bischoff's office. The GM wanted to see him about something. Maybe he was lifting his suspension... He walked up to the door and knocked lightly.

The door swung open, light pooling inside the darkness. He walked in and instantly shivered. "Hello... Helllllooo... Bischoff?"

No one answered.

"Okay..." He whispered turning around to head out the door- Only to have it slam shut in his face. Hands snaked down his body fondling the front of Shawn's tight jeans.

"I always wanted to feel up Shawn Michaels, boss..."

Shawn whipped around and punched darkness, connecting with something that felt like a face. "Where are you?!" He demanded.

The lights turned on. Shawn eyed Nitro on the floor, wondering what the hell was wearing THAT for. Nitro had on a pair of fishnets, a leather mini skirt, boots and nothing else. Bischoff was standing behind his desk, tapping the surface impatiently. "Sit down, Shawn."

Shawn knew it was against his better judgment but sat down on the only chair available in the room. The second he did, metal clamps snapped around his wrists, securing him to the chair. "What the?!" He shouted struggling around fiercely.

Nitro stood up and cradled his swelling up eye. "Boss... Can I make him suck me off for that?!"

"Shut up. You can have fun with him when I'm done!" Eric warned as he turned his attention fully to him. "You are never to act out of line again, Michaels..."

"Fuck off, sicko!" Shawn shouted and spit in Eric's face.

"That wasn't smart..." Eric whipped the spit from his eyes. "You are a wild beast, Shawn. And I must tame you!" He pushed the button on the desk, the ceiling opening up. A few leather straps and harnesses fell down, swinging back and forth threateningly. A panel slid open in back of Eric, revealing all sorts of whips, gags, chains, hand cuffs and other things that made Shawn instantly squirm.

"We're going to have so much fun with you, Shawn..." Nitro drawled softly as he dragged his finger down his face. "You're going to be fun to break... And then when you finally do, we can share leather..." He cooed, dragging his nail down the blonde's cheek.

"....HELP! SOMEBODY HELP ME!!" He cried and instantly began to struggle as violently as he could when Bischoff started toward him.

Ball gag in hand, Eric secured it firmly in Shawn's mouth. "Aw, now don't you look pretty..." He smirked squeezing Shawn's chin.

Shawn continued to thrash around in the chair as Bischoff took out a knife.

"Let's remove these pesky clothes, Johnny." Eric smirked as he dragged the tip of the blade up Shawn's shirt.

There were a few bangs on the door, catching the attention of everyone in the room. The door fell to the ground with a heavy, thick thud. There stood Hunter glaring dangerously at Eric and Nitro.

"Muffer!" Shawn muffled around the gag happily. Hunter on every account but this one was normally someone Shawn didn't want to see.

Hunter strode over to Eric and Nitro, shoving them both back. "Leave Shawn alone, or I'll kick both your asses..." He warned as he freed the smaller man from the chair. Hunter slung Shawn over his shoulder and carried him swiftly out the door.

Shawn breathed slowly and happily as he was taken into the Evolution dressing room. Hunter sat him down on the couch and started for the wardrobe. He started trying to undo the ball gag.

"I'm glad I found you Shawn. Bischoff needs to get his priorities straight."

Shawn nodded in agreement and popped the gag off. "Yeah, what the hell was that all about?! You can't go around doing THAT to people..."

Hunter 'mmhmmed' as he took a paddle from out of his bag. "The nerve of some people."

"What are you doing?" Shawn asked as he looked over to the taller man.

"Nothing." Hunter said calmly as he slipped into a pair of leather pants, and a sleeveless long leather trench coat. He pulled his ponytail out, letting his long blonde hair fall freely over his strong shoulders. Hunter sat down next to Shawn, smacking the paddle against the fleshy part of his hand.

"What's that for..." Shawn asked nervously.

In nary a blink, Hunter had Shawn over his lap and was holding him down quite successfully. "It's for you Shawn. YOU decided that it was a GOOD idea to attack me during my match, and now it's time for YOU to be punished severely for it." He raised the paddle high above his head and brought it down on Shawn's round ass harshly.

Shawn yelped loudly. "HUNTER!!!"

"It's for your own good, Shawn! You need to be tamed!" Hunter growled lustily as he continued to spank Shawn. He tossed the paddle away after about a minute, and started using his hand. When he felt Shawn quivering and sniffling, he laid a few gentle taps on his ass. "Did you learn your lesson, little Heartbreak?"

"Yes..." Shawn sniffed.

"And what did you learn...?" Hunter asked calmly as he massaged the tender flesh that lay beneath Shawn's tight blue jeans.

"THAT YOU'RE ALL SICK FREAKS!" Shawn shouted as he rolled off Hunter's lap.

"That wasn't nice..." Hunter said dangerously as he got to his feet.

Shawn started backing up toward the dressing room door, eyeing the massive hard on Hunter had straining against the tight leather of his pants.

"Now I need to punish you more... Won't that be fun?" Hunter asked sweetly as he pulled out a long bull whip. He started thrashing air, making sure the whip's end did come in contact with Shawn a few brief times.

"You're insane!" Shawn whimpered and started running for the door. He heard he sound of something ripping as he thundered down the hallway- then felt the cool breeze... Just about every where were he should have had clothing. Shawn rounded the corner, panting heavily, his heart beating crazily. He then looked down, finding his clothing hanging in ribbony shreds. His pants were some what in tact, but his shirt was virtually gone. ...What the hell has gotten into Hunter?! Shawn thought as he rid himself of his shirt.

Shawn sighed softly realizing that he was no longer in danger from Hunter. "This is so weird..." He sighed and started down the hallway. Sadly, he didn't get too far...

A person whom had been waiting for the handsome blonde for quite some time, reached out and struck him down in the back of the head. He dragged Shawn's unconscious form into a dark room and locked the door.

-

Shawn awoke later with a stinging headache. He sat up groaning, finding himself on a rather soft bed- wearing something he didn't want to be. It was a knee length robin's egg blue puffy dress, complete with puffy sleeves, a frilly white apron, white socks and saddle shoes, and a little black headband. Shawn lifted up his skirt to find that his little outfit was missing something... Underwear. He glanced to his left wrist which was handcuffed to a post in the middle of the room. ".... What now..." He muttered.

Chris Jericho giggled as he came into the low lighting of the room. He was wearing a catholic school girl outfit, which he had accented with two big bobbing pig tails.

"Chris...?" Shawn asked blinking at the other small blonde. "What are you doing dressed liked that...?" Shawn was beginning to think that everyone was out to make him miserable today...

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