Author: Kay
Rating: NC17
Content: Slash, rape, mild domination. If this is not to your liking, don't read.
Disclaimer: Don't own the wrestlers, Vince does. *pouts* Just borrowed them for this story, and I don't know
their true sexual preference. Bad to the Bone is written by George Thoroughgood (I hope I'm right), and I
don't own it either. I changed some of the words to fit into this slash story.
Distribution: Kriket, others please ask first.
Story type: AU
Summary: How do I summarize this? Biker story with WWF attitude.
Sorry guys, my Undertaker and Kane muse made me write this. They are very persuasive you know. :)
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On the day I was born The nurses all gathered 'round
And they gazed in wide wonder At the joy they had found
The head nurse spoke up And she said leave this one alone
She could tell right away That I was bad to the bone
Bad to the bone Bad to the bone B-B-B-Bad to the bone
I broke a thousand hearts Before I met you
I'll break a thousand more Baby Before I am through
I wanna be your's pretty baby Your's and your's alone
I'm here to tell ya honey That I'm bad to the bone
Bad to the bone Bad to the bone B-B-Bad to the bone
I make a rich man beg I'll make a good man steal
I'll make an old man blush And make a young man squeal
I wanna be your's pretty baby Your's and your's alone
I'm here to tell ya honey That I'm bad to the bone
Bad to the bone Bad to the bone B-B-B-Bad to the bone
And when I walk the streets Kings and Queens step aside
Every man I meet They all stay satisfied
I wanna tell ya pretty baby Well Ya see I make my own
I'm here to tell ya honey That I'm bad to the bone
Bad to the Bone B-B-B-Bad B-B-B-Bad B-B-Bad to the bone
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Mark smiled as he chased the young man. The lyrics of his favorite song kept repeating in his head. That was
him, bad to the bone. He grinned a predatory grin as he looked at the scared young man at the end of the
alley. Today there would be no escape for him. Jeff now belonged to Deadman, Inc. Deadman, Inc. was his
gang. His life. Right now, they dominated the city. No one challenged them. He loved the look of fear in their
eyes as they looked at him. Hell, they had even given him the nickname of Undertaker, because he had sent
so many to the morgue.
Jeff whimpered as he frantically looked around for an escape route, cursing himself silently as he realized he
had ran into a dead end alley. His body trembled as he looked up at his pursuers.
"Please, let me go," Jeff begged, holding his sides which were starting to hurt from running so hard. "I don't
have any money."
The leader of the gang approached him. Jeff recognized him to be a guy named Mark. He had given him
directions yesterday. He suddenly felt small and insignificant as Mark towered over him, folding his huge
tattooed arms.
"I don't want your money boy," Mark said smiling.
The others laughed except for the two gorgeous blondes that he'd seen Mark with yesterday. The taller one
glared at him.
Jeff started to back away and almost tripped on a can, Mark's huge arm snaked around him, pulling the
frightened young man to him. "You belong to me now boy," Mark growled possessively.
Jeff tried to pull away, but Mark tossed him over his broad shoulder and carried the screaming, kicking
young man to his bike. Jeff was shocked that no one tried to help him. Someone had to hear him scream.
They had to....
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Jeff wiped the tears from his eyes as he looked around the room that was now his prison. There were no
windows or furniture in the room, only a mattress, pillow, and blanket. How considerate of them, considering
they had stripped him naked.
Jeff wished he had listened to his brother and taken the bus home tonight. Jeff kicked himself as he
remembered that he had innocently told Mark where he worked and what time he got off. Man that was
stupid.
Jeff jumped as the door to the room creaked open. Jeff was semi-relieved that it was the tall blonde instead
of Mark.
Jeff gripped the blanket tightly as he hid his nakedness.
"Who are you?" Jeff asked.
"Edge, but it's not any of your concern bitch," Edge said coldly as he approached.
Jeff shivered as he saw the hate in Edge's eyes. "What do you want?" Jeff asked nervously as he tried to
crawl away, but instead found himself pinned underneath the larger man.
"He's mine," Edge hissed in Jeff's face. "I don't like to share."
"Who?" Jeff asked confused.
Edge slapped him hard across the face. "Stupid bitch," Edge said angrily as he ripped the blanket away from
Jeff, revealing his small perfect body. Deep down he knew it wasn't Jeff's fault, but how was he to compete
with the young man squirming underneath him. He couldn't. He had to get rid of him.
"Edge," a deep, husky, angry voice whispered from behind him.
Edge froze, slowly turning his head towards the door. "Mark!" He gasped in surprise. Shit, Mark wasn't
suppose to be here tonight.
"Get off of him," Mark growled as he approached.
Edge crawled off Jeff and stood perfectly still as he waited for his punishment. He didn't have to wait long. He
jumped as Mark slapped him across the face hard, causing him to almost lose his balance. He whimpered as
he tasted blood in his mouth.
Edge gasped as Mark grabbed him and yanked him next to him. "I warned you Edge," Mark growled.
"You don't need him! You have Jason and me!" Adam argued.
Mark laughed as he pulled the dagger out from inside of his boot. Edge whimpered when he saw the knife,
squirming slightly. "You've been a bad boy, Edge," Mark said grinning. "Do I need to remind you of just who
you belong to?"
Edge shook his head. "I'm yours," he whispered softly.
Mark grinned as he moved the blade slowly, skillfully trailing the blade along Edge's cheek, careful not to
break the skin.
"Maybe I should scar you so that no one would ever want you," Mark taunted.
Tears rolled down Edge's face as he trembled in Mark's powerful arms, but he didn't dare speak unless Mark
gave him permission.
Mark grinned as he grabbed a lock of Edge's beautiful, long blonde hair and cut it with the blade, holding it in
front of Edge before letting it fall to the floor.
"Threaten Jeff again and I'll cut all your hair off, lock by lock, " Mark growled, loving the look of shock and
fear in Edge's eyes. "Go to your room. Strip and wait for me. Move!" Mark growled slapping Edge's ass hard.
Edge glared at Jeff as he started to leave the room.
"I saw that Edge," Mark warned.
Edge pouted as he slammed the door shut behind him. Mark smiled as he rubbed the bulge in his now tight
leather pants. He had a feeling Edge was in for a long disciplining session tonight.
Jeff sat there totally amazed at how Mark had just dominated Edge.
Mark laughed out loud as he looked at Jeff's shocked face. "Don't worry little one, your lesson is coming next,
but first I have to show Edge who he belongs to."
Jeff shivered as Mark left. He belonged to Mark, too?
The idea sent another shiver down his spine. He wasn't for sure if it was from fear or from anticipation.
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"What's wrong?" Christian asked as he saw Edge's face.
"Nothing," Edge growled as he proceeded to undress, pushing the smaller blonde away from him.
"He hit you?" Christian asked in disbelief as he looked at Edge's swollen lip. Mark had never hit them to
actually hurt them. Sure he had spanked and tormented them, but he never drew blood.
"Christian, go to your room," Mark ordered as he entered the room.
"But...," Christian started to argue.
"Do you want to be punished too?" Mark asked angrily.
Christian shook his head as he left them alone.
Mark smiled at the young defiant naked man that stood before him like a blonde Adonis. He remembered
why he had chosen the name Edge for Adam. He was always on the edge. Ready to explode. So full of passion
and want, that it was all Mark could do to keep him satisfied. Edge actually thought that Mark belonged to
him. Mark wasn't for sure why Edge allowed Christian to share his bed, because if another young man sniffed
around him, Edge took him out like he almost did to Jeff. Maybe it was because Christian submitted to Edge
willingly and accepted being his sub.
Mark shook his head as he looked at Edge. "Come here," he ordered and Edge stepped forward to him. "Lift
your arms." Edge complied, knowing about the handcuffs that hung from the ceiling on strong, unbreakable
chains. Whimpering as the soft padded handcuffs snapped tightly around his wrists, holding them securely
above his head.
Edge shivered as he remembered the last time that he had stood in this same spot. It was the night that
Mark had brought Christian home. Mark had forced him to watch as he claimed Christian over and over
again, before releasing him and claiming him in front of Christian.
Edge felt tears form in his eyes. All he could do was survive whatever punishment Mark had in store for him.
He was one of Mark's bitches and escape was impossible.
Edge cried out as Mark yanked his hair back exposing his throat as he latched onto it, sucking and biting at it
none too gently. Edge could feel Mark's hardness pressing against his stomach.
Mark's fingers gently traced the swollen lip. Suddenly feeling a pang of guilt as he looked the beautiful,
helpless man that was his to do with as he pleased.
"It's ok," Edge whispered, suddenly realizing his mistake as he looked into Mark's dark eyes.
"Did I give you permission to talk boy?"
