Content: M/M/M sex, language, BD/SM, lotsa mind-screwing
Distribution: Go ahead, but credit me
Disclaimer: Don't own. Don't sue!
Spoilers: Takes place just after April 9, 2001 Raw
Summary: Raven gives another lesson...
Note: Title and partial licks come from Van Halen. I modified a bit to fit the storyline...well, one little word. [g]
Note 2: This fic comes from the demented mind of Rhianimator...she mapped it out and I fleshed it out, so half-cred goes to her. It was a punishment, you see. I told her that she had to do this for her part in warping my mind even more. [lmao] Every time I think I've got enough on my plate, she comes around and fills it to overflowing again. [lol]
Note 3: Thanks to Jo for helping me with the stubborn ending. *gives Jo a thumbs up*
April 10, 2001
I think of all the education that I missed.
But then my homework was never quite like this.
Got it bad, got it bad, got it bad,
I'm hot for teacher.
I got it bad, so bad,
I'm hot for teacher.<
spoken:
"Hey, I heard you missed us, we're back !"
"I brought my pencil"
"Gimme something to write on, man"
I heard about your lessons, but lessons are so cold.
I know about this school.
Little boy from cherry lane, how did you get so bold ?
How did you know that golden rule ?
Steven Richards unfolded the stark white slip of paper that had been slipped into his gym bag. He felt his heartbeat quicken when he scanned down to the signature and saw who it was from. He glanced up to see Val Venis zipping up his own bag, watching him curiously out of the corner of his eye before returning his attention to the short note...
Steven,
I sensed that you didn't quite fathom the lesson I was attempting to teach you tonight, so I invite you to step into my classroom. I promise you, the instruction will be...enlightening.
Raven<
P.s. Bring Val with you. I feel he can benefit from my instruction, as well.
An address was scrawled on the back with midnight underlined several times. A dark thrill shot through Steven as he reread the note, licking his lips in anticipation. He peered at his watch, picking up his duffel and heading for the door.
"Come along, Val."
"Where are we going?" Val asked, following his leader obediently.
""Back to school."
******
They arrived at the appointed address precisely at midnight, climbing out of the car to stand a little uncertainly in front of the desolate-looking and completely darkened warehouse.
"You sure this is where he said to come?" Val questioned, uneasily studying the eerily silent building.
Steven pulled out the slip of paper, using the meager light from the car's overhead light to check the address again. "This is it," He confirmed, briskly straightening his tie and strode confidently to the sliding door. He considered knocking, but decided to try it first. He was pleasantly surprised to find it was unlocked. He imperiously signaled Val to follow, stepping into blackness so thick, it was almost a weight against his skin.
"Raven?" he called, his voice echoing hollowly in the cavernous interior. "Raven, are you here?" At the same time he noticed that it was quite warm in the warehouse, the door slammed shut behind them, the click of the lock quite audible. He whirled, but was unable to see a thing in the darkness. "Who's there?"
"Steven, I don't like this."
"Welcome to my classroom, boys," a voice boomed, startling the two men badly.
Obviously wired for sound, Raven's voice bounced from wall to wall, making it impossible to judge it's source. The now nervous men spun around in circles, completely disoriented.
Raven leaned against the closed door, grinning in amusement as he watched the pair through the infrared goggles he wore, stumbling and yelling his name in increasing alarm. He swiveled the microphone attached to the goggles down. "I'm so glad you accepted my invitation, my friends." He drawled softly.
"Raven, please...turn on the lights," Steven pleaded, holding his hands out in front of him, blindly bumping into Val, who was doing the same. "We can't see."
"You want light," Raven said, pressing several switches on a small remote control he held, his words traveling the output from speaker to speaker, confusing and frightening the two men even more. "But you have willingly come to my darkness...and now pain will be your instructor."
Val staggered around, attempting to figure out where Raven was, vaguely aware of Steve's voice drifting farther away, shouting for Raven to show himself. He'd just turned to fumble his way back to Steven when he was abruptly grabbed from behind, an arm barred across his throat as he was hauled backwards. His cry of dismay was quickly choked off as a gag was thrust into his mouth, his wrists roughly bound behind him to what felt like a steel pole. He tried desperately to warn Steven, but the sound of ocean waves began to roll through the building, drowning out all sound but Raven's thundering voice over the amplifiers.
"Stevie...precious Stevie...innocent little Stevie..."
Steven gave a soft whine of panic as he frantically searched for the exit or his friend, wanting out of there with a vengeance. He gave a fearful squeal when he felt something tickle the back of his neck. He slapped at the annoyance, but it returned to tease him again and he whirled around, waving his arms, attempting to catch his tormentor off-guard.
Raven bit back a chuckle at Steven's futile flailing, lifting the limber cane with the large feather attached to the end, using it several more times until Steven was nearly whimpering with distress. Raven strolled back to Val, plucking up another pair of goggles from a table beside him and easing them over the struggling man's eyes, bending forward to whisper in his ear. "Watch...and learn, sweet Val." He then picked up something that looked like a dog collar and fastened it around the now wide-eyed man's neck. Raven then flourished a buggy whip before Val, smiling at his look of terror. "Not for you, honey." He then turned and made his way back to the still faltering RTC leader, commencing to taunt the man, slashing the whip down across his vulnerable backside, relishing the yelps and wails of pain and fear.
"You wanted me to teach you, Stevie," Raven said mildly, alternating between whipping and brushing his hands over various parts of his body, hopping nimbly out of reach when Steven wheeled towards the touch, his fingers straining to grab ahold of something...anything. "You wanted to step into my world..." Raven tugged the knot from Steven's tie, yanking it off before he could prevent it. "How do you like it so far, pretty Stevie?" he hissed, deftly unbuttoning Steven's shirt, slapping his hands away when he tried to redo it. He swiftly strode back to Val, dropping the whip on the table and studying him contemplatively.
"Val...loyal little Val...," Raven cooed, stroking his cheek almost tenderly. "I'm going to take the gag off now. You'll be a good boy and not speak unless I give you permission, won't you?"
Val nodded without hesitation, willing to promise anything to get the damned gag off. The instant it left his mouth, he screamed Steven's name over and over, hoping he would follow the sound of his voice and help him escape this lunatic. He saw Raven shake his head sadly, withdrawing a remote from his jacket pocket and pressing a switch. White hot agony sizzled through his nerve endings and he nearly passed out with the intensity of it. It was gone as swiftly as it'd started, but the residue remained vividly imprinted on his senses.
"That was very naughty of you, Val," Raven admonished gently, glancing over his shoulder to see what Steven was doing, satisfied that he was thoroughly disoriented, snickering at the other man's pleas to be released, for Raven to show himself, to turn the lights on. Raven turned back to Val, untying his hands, shocking him several times when he tried to flee, almost incapacitating the man with the pain.
"Stand up, Val," Raven ordered coldly, nodding in approval when he did as he was told immediately.. "Now strip." This command was also carried out with due haste until he stood naked and trembling before him. Raven moved close enough for his breath to waft over Val's lips, his hand unerringly wrapping around his limp cock, bringing it to raging erectness with a few adept strokes. He then crooked a finger for Val to follow him, pointing to Steven, who was now on his knees, cowering away from the footsteps approaching him.
"Undress him," he directed, adding sternly, "But don't let him touch what's on your face, understand?"
Val, cringing at Raven's icy stare and words, nodded quickly, bending to his task, whispering feverishly to Steven, praying Raven couldn't hear him. "He's got night goggles on. So do I. If you do it fast, you can-"
Steven didn't waste another second, groping for Val's face, unmindful that he was now as naked as Val, only focused on getting those goggles. He steadied himself with a hand on Val's shoulder, while grasping the glasses with the other. Steven cried out in triumph, which instantly rose in a shriek of pain as a scintillating jolt shot through him, driving him to the ground, panting and mewling in the aftermath.
Val had faired no better, bent over double as he tried to regain his wits, moaning plaintively when Raven wrenched the goggles from him, leaving him in the gloom again. "Please..."
"I'm terribly disappointed in you Val," Raven sighed regretfully. "You will have to share in Stevie's darkness as the price of your disobedience."
Steven fumbled in the blackness, finding Val's leg, pulling himself up by it and clinging to him desperately, deriving a modicum of comfort when Val knelt and wrapped his arms around him. He buried his face in Val's neck, fighting back the tears of despair that welled up.
Raven's lips curved in a delighted smile as he observed the pair, savoring their attempt to console each other. He pressed another button on the remote and a billowing fog began to roll into the room, bringing with it the scent of lavender. He inhaled deeply before making another trip to the table where an identical shock collar to the one Val wore lay, picking it up, along with a riding crop and strolling back to his students. After securing the collar around Steven's neck, having to administer a few doses of shock therapy to insure his cooperation, he straightened, looming over them like some dark god looking down on his humble subjects.
"Val, suck Stevie off," Raven intoned firmly.
Val swallowed, wishing there was some way out of this untenable situation, but knowing with a sinking feeling that there wasn't. He mumbled an apology to the other man before shoving him down onto his back on the cold cement, straddling his thighs. He curled his fingers around Steven's flaccid shaft, leaning forward to kiss him gently, deepening it when Steven opened his mouth to allow his tongue inside. He explored the sweet depths as his hands carefully stroked him to throbbing life, moaning when Steven arched into his touch, silently begging for more. They were both startled when a spotlight flickered on, dimly illuminating their surroundings, though with the fog swirling about them, it was still hard to see more than a few inches in front of them. After suffering from partial sensory deprivation for so long, they were stunned to realize how the new stimulus aroused them even more. Val hungrily licked and nibbled his way down Steven's body, groaning at the needy sounds the other man emitted. He finally came to Steven's cock, deep-throating it without hesitation, setting a tempo he knew he liked, sucking strongly, occasionally laving the underside, mouthing his balls before burying him in his throat again.
"Oh, God...oh, yes...Val!" Steven cried, curving off the floor, seeking more of that sweet heat, clutching Val's cropped hair, forcing him to quicken his bobs.
"Stop."
Steven refused to let Val go, feeling himself on the verge of exploding. Just a little more...a couple more strokes...
Raven swatted Val sharply on the ass with the crop, causing him to jerk his head up, gasping in pain. "I told you to stop and I meant immediately."
"I-I'm sorry," Val stammered, moving away quickly.
"Both of you will stay in the spotlight, understand?"
Val nodded eagerly, Steven hesitating a little too long for Raven's taste, earning him a vicious lash to his chest before he agreed wildly, plastering himself against Val's side, a lone tear trickling down his face.
"Stand up." When they rose, he slowly tracked the light across the room, satisfied when the pair endeavored to stay in the circle of it's glow. Suddenly, an odd structure loomed out of the darkness, causing Val and Steven to skid to a halt when they got a good look at it. It was a large 'X' shaped rack with cuff-like protrusions at each point. The men glanced apprehensively in Raven's direction.
"Val, I want you to put Steven into that, facing inward, if you please."
"Please, Raven...please, let us go now?"
Raven scrutinized the tear-stained cheeks of Steven Richards, stepping close and tracing the path of his tears with a finger, bringing it to his lips and tasting the saltiness. "I relish the flavor of your fear and hopelessness, Stevie," he whispered, then glanced at Val, tilting his head pointedly at the rack. Stevie went, unprotestingly as Val snapped the shackles around his wrists and ankles, furtively squeezing his hand reassuringly.
Raven smiled at the brunette's gesture, waving to the other side. "Now, position yourself the same way, Val," he ordered, repeating the other man's ministrations of a moment ago until both men were bound hand and foot, facing each other. He stepped back to admire his handiwork, very pleased at the view. "I give you permission to kiss until I tell you otherwise." He waited for the two to tentatively press their lips together, swiftly becoming caught up in their earlier passion. He hovered a while, threading his fingers through the couple's hair, caressing their scalps, admiring their zeal as they seemed totally lost to their desire, body's rocking against the wooden rack fruitlessly. He released them, squatting where a few items were arrayed at the elevated base of the structure. He discarded the crop for a flogger, circling the men speculatively, considering where he'd begin his next exercise in discipline. With the speed of a striking cobra, he brought the flogger around in a flat, sideways arc, slashing first Steven, then Val, tearing piercing wails from them both. He proceeded to rain blows on them, choosing his targets carefully, grunting with satisfaction as each one landed with deadly accuracy, extracting the most titillating response. He paused occasionally, letting the leather strips of the flogger lick across their abused flesh, his gleaming eyes roaming voraciously over them. He finally tossed the whip aside, stepping up onto the platform, his hands following where his avid gaze had just traveled.
"Raven, please!" Steven pleaded pitifully, twisting in his bonds, not really trying to escape, merely wanting to relieve his discomfort.
"Ahh..." raven sighed blissfully. "What a glorious sound. I swear I'll never get tired of hearing someone beg for me. "Can you do better, Val? I bet you can."
Val whined mournfully, his eyes full of helpless desperation. "Let us go, Raven...please? We'll be good."
"Very nice, sweetheart," Raven praised, loosely clasping their cocks and sensually stroking them, surprising twin yelps of surprise, their hips jerking in fierce response to the stimulation. "Stevie...let's hear you top that?"
Thus commenced a contest of who could beg most convincingly, the loudest, the prettiest, all the while with Raven tantalizing them with seductive touches and kisses.
"My lovely pupils, you have pleased me greatly," Raven purred softly, patting them like prized pets. "But Stevie, I believe your groveling technique is quite superior in this instance, so I will reward you by releasing you. Would you like that?"
Steven's answer was fervent and immediate. "Yes...oh, please, yes, Raven!"
Raven chuckled quietly, pressing a hidden switch on the upper arm of the rack, the shackles clicking open, catching the suddenly freed man as he collapsed against him. "Oooh, sweet Stevie...you're trembling. I love that." He set Steven from him, taking out his remote again, keying in a few numbers on the upper part of the control. The focus of the spotlight widened, illuminating a large chair a few feet from the rack. With a hand burrowed into the anxious man's hair, he dragged him off the platform and over to the chair, letting him go with a harsh command. "Remove my pants."
Steven reached for the waistband of his jeans, but was halted with a slap to his hand.
"With your teeth," he snapped coldly.
Steven bit his lip, hesitating a little too long, earning a zap from the collar. He quickly dropped to his knees, leaning forward to clench the flap of denim at the top of the band and tugging, the button popping free after much difficulty. He then began to work on the stubborn zipper, growling with frustration when it refused to cooperate. Finally, with a gasp of relief, it gave with a soft burring noise. He then managed to work the jeans down over his hips and thighs, letting them pool at his ankles. He watched as Raven kicked the garment aside, noticing for the first time that he was barefoot. Why the sight of those long-toed, high-arched feet should send a shock of lust so savage that it took his breath away, he'd never know. He waited in delirious anticipation for his next instruction.
Raven gazed down at his willing neophyte, running his fingers through the cropped hair almost lovingly before settling into the chair, pushing the front of his jacket aside, spreading his knees wide, beckoning Steven to him. "Come and pleasure me, sweet Stevie." He moaned at the first brush of Steven's lips on his shaft, purposefully refraining from guiding his actions, wanting to savor every lick, every kiss, every hot puff of air on his pulsing flesh. When he inched him down his throat, a low groan was drawn forth, causing him to arch into the delicious heat. He panted harshly as he fumbled for his remote, releasing Val from the rack.
"Val, you will find a tube at your feet," Raven directed, his words ending in another moan as Steven massaged his balls, swallowing his length hungrily.
Val peered down, bending to find the tube, picking it up to see that it was lavender-scented gel. He glanced over to watch Steven's bobbing head, his gaze slipping down to the lovely taut ass just begging for attention. He raised his gaze to meet Raven's, feeling himself flush a little under that intent regard. He averted his eyes, once again visually caressing the creamy buttocks, returning to see that Raven's stare hadn't wavered. Val blinked when the other man tilted his head toward Steven, compelling him to follow through on his half-formed desire. He hopped off the platform, haltingly walking over to them, standing uncertainly for a moment until Raven pointed to a spot just behind the feverishly working Steven. He fell to his knees, flipping open the container and squeezing a small amount onto his fingers, then, after receiving an encouraging smile from Raven, trailed the slick digits down the valley of his ass, feeling Steven tense at his light touch. Val automatically made soothing sounds to relax him, feathering his fingers over his entrance, pressing two inside up to the second knuckle. He bit his lip as he loosened him up, stretching him further with another finger, listening for that little noise Steven made that indicated he was ready for him, curling the tips up to brush his sensitive prostate.
Steven pulled his head up, inhaling sharply at the stab of pleasure from Val's ministrations, pumping Raven's cock with his hand as he tried to regain his breath. "Ahhh...!" he cried abruptly when Val probed deeper, hips twitching involuntarily. "Yes...please...God, Val!"
Raven withdrew two items from his jacket pocket, carefully untangling them before tossing one end of a long chain to Val, who caught it reflexively. He stared down at it blankly, brow wrinkled in bemusement.
"Nipple clamps," Raven explained. "Put them on yourself."
Val didn't move immediately, meriting a jolt from the collar, spurring him to obey swiftly, wincing as the metal clamps dug into his tender flesh.
"Now...fuck him, " Raven ordered in a velvety whisper, bringing Steven's mouth back to his straining shaft, urging him to resume his earlier rhythm.
Val complied without protest, his own cock aching for release. He squirted more gel into his palm, briskly coating himself before positioning himself at Steven's entrance, trying to go slow so as not to hurt him, but, with a hard yank on the chain, Raven commanded him to hurry. He gritted his teeth and thrust full-length into Steven, squeezing his eyes shut as the combination of his lover's mewl of mingled delight and pain and the snug heat around him was almost his undoing.
"Easy now, my pet," Raven crooned, one hand resting on the back of Steven's bouncing head, the other loosely gripping the chains, tugging insistently. "Hard and fast now...mmm, that's it. Ride him like a stallion...ride him, dammit!"
Val whimpered as he endeavored to do his best to follow his directive, slamming powerfully into the other man, eliciting a yelp of startlement at the abruptness of his movements. He whimpered when Raven shook the chain as if they were the reins on a horse, exhorting him to quicken his tempo, the anguish of his throbbing nipples almost too much to bear.
Raven panted raggedly, snarling lustfully when Steven began humming his ecstasy, sending rippling vibrations into his groin. "That's right, Stevie...suck...shit, so good..." He bent forward, deftly attaching the clamps at the other end of the chain onto Steven's nipples, drawing in a sharp breath as the other man's throat muscles tightened with the pain. He twisted his fingers in Steven's hair, fighting to maintain his control, watching Val pound brutally into him, his expression a mask of primitive need. "
"You ready to come for me, precious Val?" Raven grated, cupping Steven's face firmly between his hands while he bucked strongly into his sweet depths. "Ready to shoot for your teacher?"
Val whined frantically, nodding wildly, nearly chewing his lip raw attempting to hold his orgasm back.
"Then...oh, fuck, Stevie, you're mouth is so beautiful. Suck harder...yeah...mmm...then come, baby. Make our Stevie scream."
Val hastily reached around to pump Steven's cock furiously, urging him to spill for him, the frenzied pace yanking excruciatingly on their nipples, only adding to the exquisite pleasure.
Steven's humming moans grew louder and more intense as he felt himself start to come, forced to continue bobbing on Raven as a muffled wail tore loose from his throat, back arching as he exploded in hot bursts, weakly clutching Raven's thighs as Val rammed deeper a few more times, then uttered a howl of triumph as he came inside him, expanding almost painfully before subsiding, his body slumping against him in exhaustion.
Raven grunted with effort as he lunged upwards, a low growling rumble beginning deep in his chest. "Ahh, pretty Stevie...tongue me...yesss," he hissed, throwing his head back as the start of his climax hit him. He roared abruptly, coming in a violent spasm that left him shuddering and convulsing helplessly, mewing softly as Steven thirstily drank him down, drawing out the pleasure, tugging on the root of his cock. When he'd somewhat recovered, he found the two men collapsed on the floor, semi-conscious, their limbs tangled, their respiration rapid and shallow. He stood, plucking up his jeans and wrenching them on again, pressing the button on the remote that stopped the fog machine, then raised the light level. He then leaned over them and, carefully removing the collars and the nipple clamps, tossed them, along with his goggles and headphones, in the chair. He knelt by them, running his sensitive fingers over their frames, nodding with satisfaction when he could feel that the welts that he'd inflicted were already starting to fade. Another few hours and they'd be completely gone, leaving no trace of what had happened tonight. It paid to take lessons on how to whip to deliver the most pain, yet leave no evidence after a short time. He bent low to whisper hypnotically in their ears, knowing the scented fog left them extremely suggestible.
"Sleep, my sweets...sleeep..." He rose and retrieved their clothes, patiently redressing them, then with soft murmurs and guiding hands, he ushered them from the building, quietly ordering them into the back of their car, climbing into the driver's seat and driving back to the hotel.
When they arrived at the door of the room Steven and Val shared, he requested the keycard, which Steven handed to him with a drowsy sort of compliance that made Raven's lips quirk in tender amusement. He settled them in bed, pulling off their shoes to make them comfortable, then, with delicate kisses to their forehead and lips, he gently urged them into a deep, restful slumber. When their breathing evened out into slow, steady rising and falling, Raven went to the door, glancing back only once before easing out of the room.
******
A whimpering moan escaped Steven's lips as he tried to free himself from the nightmare that clutched at him, trying to drag him back into its insidious depths. He awoke with a start, sitting bolt upright in the bed, eyes darting wildly around the room, his heart practically crawling up his throat in terror. When he realized that he was safe, he sighed in relief, looking to his side to see Val sprawled on his stomach, snoring lightly. It was then that he noticed that they were fully dress, save their shoes. He frowned in puzzlement, attempting to recall the events of last night. He remembered Val's match with Raven, going back to their locker room...even reading the note Raven had left. But for the life of him, he couldn't recall anything past leaving the arena. Well, he could recollect a few things, but they were so insanely impossible that there was no way they could have truly happened. They had to have been part of a dream...a bizarre, frightening, intensely erotic dream...
"Stevie?"
Steven glanced at Val, smiling slightly at his sleepy yawn and stretch.
"Morning."
Val blinked up at him, his brow wrinkling as he seemed to be trying to remember something.
"Something wrong?"
Val didn't answer immediately, his dark eyes becoming unfocused as he frantically search for the memories of last night, but only finding strange flashes of disjointed images that left him hot and cold at once. He jumped when Steven touched his arm, his attention snapping back to the present to gaze into the concerned blue eyes of his lover. "No...nothing's wrong," he assured him. Just...an odd dream I was trying to remember."
"What a coincidence," Steven said, climbing out of bed and stripping off his clothes, heading for the bathroom. "I also had a peculiar dream. Let's talk about it later, however. If we don't hurry, we're going to miss our flight."
******
"Good match, Steven and Val."
Steven nodded curtly at Bull, his mind elsewhere. He hadn't been able to concentrate at all since he'd awakened this morning, and obviously Val was experiencing the same preoccupation. They were heading to their locker room when Trish glided toward them, a vague smile aimed in their direction as she passed, trailing her perfume behind her. Steven and Val froze in mid-step when they inhaled the faint scent of lavenders, instantly recalling everything: every slap, every caress, every lash of the whip, every sensual cry of pleasure...
They looked around them as if expecting to see Raven lurking in the shadows, their expressions reflecting both relief and profound disappointment when he was nowhere in sight.
"Is something the matter?" Goodfather questioned, staring at them in bewilderment.
Steven cleared his throat, stiffening his spine and whirling to continue on their way. "No...everything's perfectly fine."
As Steven was stuffing his ring gear into his bag, he caught site of a slip of stark white paper, feeling a strong sense of deja vu as he unfolded it, the same aroma of lavenders assaulting his senses, making him shudder in reaction to the fierce images that flashed in his mind. He was dimly aware of Val standing beside him, tense and expectant as the scent reached him.
"It's from him, isn't it?" Val whispered, his voice carefully neutral.
Steven didn't bother answering, focusing on the note:
My Pets,
I trust you slept well. You were quite exhausted when I brought you back to your room...which isn't too hard to understand, considering all the...activity you engaged in.
Rest assured, this was only the first of many lessons I have to teach you, sweethearts. Prepare yourselves...for by the time I'm finished with both of you, you'll resemble nothing like the empty shells you are now.
I will notify you when school is in again.
Raven
P.S. I saw that you noticed Trish's new perfume tonight. I hope you liked it. It was a gift from an admirer...
The two men stared wide-eyed at each other, eyes betraying no emotion, hearts beating a tattoo in their chests. Then, as if without volition, slow, anticipatory grins, tinged with a trace of wickedness crossed their faces, lighting their eyes with a gleeful sparkle. They went about their business as usual, but the smiles never strayed far from their lips.