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Secret Desires - Part 7 (*slash*)
For disclaimers and such, see part one.
Thanks for all your support on this story! My surgery is tomorrow, so this will be the last post for this week and
most likely next week, too.
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~ADAM'S POV~
I'm awakened by the warm morning sun as it slowly filters through the slightly parted window shades. My eyes
slowly flicker open and I take in my bright surroundings. The room isn't mine, but it's familiar. There's movement
behind me and suddenly the memories of last night come rushing back to my sleep hazed mind.
A large arm draps across my chest as it pulls me back against a warm, very muscular chest. A huge, strong leg
draps over my hip, and I gasp as I feel my bed partners hardon pressing against my backside.
I look closer and realize that the room is Terry's. I had helped him paint it just last year. How did I get here? The
last thing that I remember was being fucked hard and fast by him in Mr. Calloway's cellar that I had been locked
in.
Oh, my God. JASON!
I'd abandoned Jason in that monster's care.
I try to slide away from Terry without waking him, but he grunts and tightens his grip. "Lay still," he growls in my
ear, his breath hot against my skin.
"Terry....please. I have to check on Jason," I whisper, concerned about how forceful he's being with me.
"He's in good hands," Terry whispers with a yawn.
"What?" I ask confused.
"He belongs to Marcus now."
My eyes widen as I realize that I had delivered my baby brother to that bastard. Once again, I try to raise up.
Terry growls as he nips at neck in warning.
"Ouch!" I growl, clutching at my neck. He hadn't drew blood, but it was going to leave a bruise. I try to pull away,
but he's too strong.
"I'm not finished mating," he growls in a deep, lustful tone.
"No!" I hiss, trying to push him away with more urgency. I had to rescue Jason. Memories of Marcus' and me the
previous morning flooded my memory. I had submitted so willingly to him, but why? Jason was right. That place
was evil. Bastard. He had taken advantage of me and now he was doing it to Jason.
~TERRY'S POV~
The beast in me wants to ravish Adam. Take him over and over again until he screams in agony. I try to control my
inner beast as I hold my struggling mate. The beast had his fun last night when we claimed Adam for the first time,
but now I want to make love to him, not fuck him.
Adam whimpers as I easily pin his wrists above his head and sit astraddle of his quivering abdomen. God, he's
beautiful. The faint scent of sex and sweat mingles in the air and my cock twitches in anticipation as it leaves a faint
trail of precum as I lean downwards and press my lips to Adam's.
"Don't," Adam whimpers as he looks up at me terrified.
"I want to make love to you," I whisper as I kiss him again. I pull back, clutching my bottom lip. I growl as I realize
that he has bitten me.
"GET OFF OF ME!" Adam growls as his fists starts to beat at my torso. "You're not Terry!"
I growl as the beast inside of me is finally released.
Adam screams in horror as I descend on him.
~JASON'S POV~
I awaken to find myself being held in two powerful arms and my head resting on a powerful, huge chest. I simply
laid there for a moment as my brain tried to process everything that had happened to me.
"Good morning, angel," Marcus whispers as he kisses the top of my head.
I shiver and try to pull away in repulsion, but he holds me in place.
"Let me go," I whimper, hoping that he had tired of me and would let me leave.
"Never," he whispers with a slight chuckle.
I shiver again. Realizing that he wasn't human and that there was no escape from him. "Where's Adam?"
"In Terry's bed where he belongs," Marcus whispered with a smirk.
"He raped him, too. Didn't he?" I ask as tears form in my eyes. "Just like you did me," I whisper accusingly.
"Rape?" Marcus asks with a hint of disgust. "You enjoyed every second of our coupling, just like your slut brother
did with Terry."
"He's not a slut, nor am I," I growl angrily. "We were forced!"
~MARCUS' POV~
Things are definately starting to heat up. The little town of Prosperity will burn in the flames of hell if it's the last
thing that I do.
I smile wickedly as I shove my beautiful little mate onto his back, forcing his legs wide open. He whimpers as my
hands roughly roam his body, but he doesn't protest. Why? Because his body already recognizes it's new master.
My seed has seen to that. He soon will crave only my touch....my cock.
I laugh out loud. What more could a devil ask for?
I've unleashed one of the most powerful demons from hell and given him the strongest body to inhabit. Of course,
Terry doesn't know it yet, but he is to be my right hand man here on earth. And I will control him with a beautiful
blond named Adam, who's soul I also own.
I smile as I receive a vision from the skull. It seems that our friendly local postman is planning to make a very
special delivery to a small, beautiful blond named Chris Jericho.
My grin widens at the picture of the Hardy brothers together at last in my domain. Hell has no fury like a brother
scorned.
Jason whimpers as he looks up at me. He gasps as I allow him to see the flames of hell in my eyes as I thrust
forward into his tightness, filling him with my cock, claiming him as mine for an eternity.
~CHRIS' POV~
I shiver as I step out of the shower, silently thanking God that the plumber had finally installed that new hot water
tank. I feel a slight surge of pleasure shoot throughout my body as I remember how sexy the man was with his shirt
off and his taunt, firm muscules flexing provocatively as they glistened with sweat. Chris Benoit. That was his name.
"NO," I quickly reprimand myself. I shouldn't be thinking such impure thoughts. It's not right. It's not natural. I'm a
virgin and I will stay that way for my wife that I will marry some day.
I glance at the clock on the counter as I hear the doorbell. Frowning and wondering who it could be, I grab my
favorite red robe and slip in on. Quickly brushing back my mop of wet blond hair as I exit the bathroom.
I'm surprised to find the postman, Steve Austin, grinning at me when I open the door. He's never delivered the mail
this early. Hell, he's never sober enough to deliver it this early.
"Can I help you?" I ask confused.
He smiles and there's something about the smile that sends a shiver down my spine.
"I have a special delivery for you," he growls as he steps inside uninvited, shutting the door behind him. I notice
that his mail tote isn't as full as usual and it looks like something round is in it.
"Ok," I whisper as I reach for the envelope that he holds in his hand.
He pulls it back. "You'll need to sign for it first," he growls.
I frown. "Alright," I whisper as I reach for the pin. I think I liked him drunk better.
As I reach for his pen, he drops it. "Oops," he whispers with a smirk.
I sigh as I bend to pick it up, not realizing that my robe was short and that he was getting a good view of my
personal assets.
I noticied him checking me out and grabbed his clipboard and signing it quickly. "You can leave now," I whisper
embarrassed.
He chuckles as he moves toward me, dropping the mail tote on the floor.
"What do you want?" I gasp as my heart starts to race inside of my chest.
Austin pauses and picks up my bible laying on the end table. "Who needs religion?" He growls as he tosses it
across the room. He licks the corners of his mouth as he approaches me with a hungry look in his eyes.
I gasp as he lunges at me and slams me against the wall, my head hitting it with a sickening thud and for a moment,
I'm dazed and incoherent. His body presses against mine letting me know his intentions. "I'm going to fuck you
long and hard," he growls lustfully as his mouth covers mine, his breath a mixture of alcohol and breath mints.
I manage to push him back some. "Get out!" I hiss. "You're drunk!"
~STEVE'S POV~
Wrong. I'm not drunk. Sure the smell of the alcohol lingers on my breath, but I have never been more sober and
determined in my life.
"Take him!" The skull cries out from the tote. "Fuck him!"
I grin as I grab a handful of Chris' hair and yank vicously at it until he follows me into the bedroom.
"Please.....," he whimpers pathetically as he tries to free his hair from my grasp.
I throw him onto the bed and immediately crawl on top of him, pinning his delicate little wrists above his head.
He's starting to cry, praying to his God for mercy. Ha! He should be begging me for mercy.
I slap him hard across the face, silencing him immediately.
I watch the blood trickle from the corner of his mouth, mixing with a tear that has slid down from his watery blue
eyes. His body trembles underneath me as I release his hands long enough to rip his robe open.
A lustful growl escapes my throat as I repin his hands above his head, while gazing down at his naked body for the
first time.
"Take what is rightfully yours," the skull encourages.
"Mine," I growl under my breath as I move to lay beside of him, admiring the whole length of his body. His small
dark nipples, to his boyish, but muscular chest, to his beautiful cock that now juts proudly from it's dark blond nest
of curls.
"No," Chris whispers with a sob.
I ignore him as I roll him onto his stomach and continue to rip his robe off. My hands roughly cup and squeeze the
round, firm globes of his ass, parting them. I lick my lips hungrily as I see his small, quivering opening. Mine for the
taking.
"Yes, take what you want," the skull whispers.
"Take what I want," I growl as I unzip my pants and pull out my fully erect cock, rubbing the glistening head
against Chris' tight opening in a teasing manner.
"NO! Oh, GOD!" Chris screams as I slowly work my cock into him. He grips the sheets frantically as the pain of
being taken for the first time becomes too much for him.
I grab the sash that held his robe together and gag him with it. Wouldn't want the neighbors to hear the next
scream that he issues.
I thrust all the way into him and he screams at the top of his lungs. I smile as most of it is muffled by the gag.
"So fucking tight," I growl as I ram relentlessly into him.
"Make him your bitch!" The skull screams.
"My bitch," I growl possessively as my hand snakes around underneath him and starts to stroke his cock.
Chris whimpers as he buries his face into the pillow.
"Come for me," I growl, smiling as I feel Chris' seed filling my hand and his anal muscles clamping down on my
cock.
"FUCK!" I roar as I flood his insides with my seed, marking my territory.
After a few mindless jabs into him, I fall onto his back, pressing him against the mattress. His soft whimpered
protest awakens me and I roll off, smiling as I see blood mixed with semen on my still erect cock. I pull him close
to me as I wrap a leg over his hip, pressing my hardness against him.
I'll let him rest a little before I reclaim him again.
"Now you're talking," the skull whispers.
~CHRIS BENOIT'S POV~
After ringing the doorbell several times, I've about decided to leave when I notice that the door is actually open a
little.
I slowly push it open and step inside.
I've been thinking about the blond since I saw him checking me out yesterday. I was hoping that I could do some
other "plumbing" work for him. Images of us together had haunted me all night.
"Hello," I whisper as I glance into the kitchen. No one there.
I walk down the small hall and peer inside of the bathroom. No one there.
I step into the bedroom and gasp as I see Chris sound asleep with the postman draped around him possessively.
The smell of sex lingered in the air.
Fuck.
My dreams of having the blond shattered before my very eyes. He belonged to another. Cautiously I back up out
of the room.
Feeling foolish and stupid for thinking that the blond could ever like me, I quickly hop in my truck and drive away.
~STEVE'S POV~
My eyes flutter open as the man backed away from the door. I recognized him to be Chris Benoit, the town's
plumber.
If he thinks that he's getting my bitch, he's crazy. I'll kill the man that touches my property.
I nuzzle my face against Chris' neck.
"Wake up sleepy head. Your lover wants to fuck you again....."
"That's it, claim him again. Tonight, we'll take care of Benoit," the skull whispers much to my delight.
Chris moans as he slowly awakens, whimpering as I slide into him once again.
~TBC~
