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CANDLE WAXXX: The story of the Undertaker and the souls he claims.

Boogey Man: Hunter Hearst Helmsley
Author: Yhu
Distro: Just ask yhudistic@hotmail.com
Pairing: HHH/Undertaker
Rated: NC-17
Spoilers: None.
Warnings: Non con, rape, stalking, kink, whips, bondage, spanking
Summary: Takes place in 2003, at WWE Headquarters.
Song belongs to: Rob Zombie

NOTES: FOR THIS CHAPTER AND ALL OTHERS WE'RE GOING TO PRETEND TAKER NEVER CUT HIS HAIR FROM THE LENGTH IT USED TO BE FOR THE DUMB BIKER GIMMICK.

We cool then? ;-)

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Once upon a time, way before Hunter Hearst Helmsley was a big body builder, WCW wrestler, WWF and WWE champion he was a small boy from Connecticut who went by the name of Paulie. Little Paulie grew up in an affluent area, and was surrounded by the biggest houses in the nation. But all the money, the location, or anything else that came with it didn't matter to him-- You see, Paulie had a problem that no money could make go away. Many children had the same problem, despite the monetary gap between them.

You see, there was a man in his closet that would keep him up all night long. The man wouldn't have to say anything or even open the door, but Paulie knew he was there. He had to keep the light in the closet on, because that would keep the man away. Oh, and the door had to be locked up nice and tight -with not even a little crack in it- just in case the light didn't work.

But on those rare occasions that the man was able to leave the closet in the day to wait and hide some place else in the room for Paulie to come in, the closet defense didn't work. Then Paulie would have to do something else- like jump to the bed, other than getting on it normally (the man likes to hide under there- and maybe grab his ankles and drag him under if he got to close).

Maybe he'd hide in the shadows and loom over Paulie's bed every time lights from headlights shined passed the window as cars drove by. He might make the shadows change and become frightening creatures that only shadows could create. Poor Paulie- no matter what he told his parents, they would always say the same thing.

The boogeyman doesn't exist.

Of course not. The man won't waste his time on adults; they don't believe in him. He knows where time is better spent, which was picking on children who couldn't get help themselves because the people who were supposed to protect them won't.

So Paulie was stuck. He didn't know what to do! That is... until he turned the channel on the TV the one day and saw his first glimpse of professional wrestling. Those men were big and strong! Maybe... just maybe... he could be like those men and beat up his tormentor. Paulie loved his new idea and began to work on building up his muscles some. He grew less and less afraid of the man as his muscles got bigger until his power made it silly to be afraid of him.

Then the man was gone. No more bed time torture, no more sleepless nights hugging a baseball bat. And after the man was gone, Paulie could grow up the right way--unafraid.

But even after Paulie became Hunter, he still had a lingering fear of that unknown, nameless man that lived in shadow. He now lived in Hunter's mind, resurfacing every now and then when he was all alone...

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However, that was then and this is now. There was no time for faceless boogeymen while working at the WWE. Whether taking out someone's career in the ring or by butchering a storyline to remain on top, Hunter was the biggest name in the company. No one could take his place, and he liked doing these side projects to further cement that. But today was all about paper work. He was expecting to see a few people today... but...

The one face Hunter wasn't expecting to see was none other than Bret Hart's. The man was older, but still just as attractive as ever. Though it didn't make any sense what so ever. Bret and Hunter NEVER EVER got along. No matter what happened, they just couldn't click... So when the Canadian walked in unannounced through his office door, he was nearly shocked.

For one, Bret was wearing a pair of leather pants. He never wore those- the only leather he'd ever seen the man in was a jacket. For all he knew, Bret Hart wasn't the type to wear them.

The older man also wore a black form fitting tee shirt with a large silver pendent that could have been in the shape of Taker's symbol, but that made even less sense than Bret being in here in the first place-- so he ignored it all together. "Bret- What are you doing here?"

The man's face was oddly calm, and he spoke in such a deep, even voice that it rattled the younger man. "I want to collaborate on a DVD."

God, if he wasn't so in shape, he would have had a heart attack by now. He ran his hand over his shoulder length golden hair blinking at him. "Really? You really mean that?" How good would he look if he got Bret Hart working with the WWE again?? "Well then- please sit down by all means."

"Thank you." Bret said taking a seat across from Hunter's desk.

"So, will this collaboration be just that? No in ring work or anything?"

Bret took his time answering. He finally gave him a lazy looked and rolled his eyes. "I don't feel like talking here." He said almost agitated.

Hunter didn't want to make Bret mad. He couldn't loose this prospect. "Oh? Would you rather talk some place else? There's a cafe down the road."

"I'd like to talk about this at home."

"In Calgary?!" He wanted to work on resigning Bret, but that was a little much.

Bret shook his head. "No. I have a different home now. It's close to here, in fact."

Bret move out of Calgary-- For America? Now that made less sense than the leather pants. "Um, but... I thought you hated it here."

He went quiet again, as if he couldn't think of an answer to Hunter's question. "Some things change, Hunter. But in addition to the DVD- There's something else I'd like to talk about." He said and strolled over to stand between the desk and Hunter.

Bret's natural scent and the smell of leather mixed to form a heavenly aroma- one that was starting to drive Hunter crazy. Those pants were pretty sexy too, looking at the way they hugged each curve and the bulge in the front of his pants. "Your pants... They look skin tight."

"That's because they are." He smirked resting a hand on his hip. "And I'm betting that you want to get in them desperately."

Damn, Bret was good. "I'd be lying if I said I didn't."

"Then why don't you do something about it...?"

Hunter stood up quickly, pushing all the stuff off of his desk and throwing Bret on top of it. He climbed up on it him self, pinning the older man beneath him.

He grinned up at Hunter. "You work fast."

"I'm highly motivated." He grinned back, leaning down to kiss him passionately on the lips. Bret returned it, reaching around Hunter's massive chest to claw at his back. A mere few minutes of passionate groping passed when Bret finally pushed him away.

"My place. Now."

"You go- I'll follow."

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Bret pulled Hunter into the Evolution limo, and then right on top of him.

Hunter looked down at Bret's handsome face, his dark eyes shining up into his hazel ones. "God you're attractive. I can't stop looking at you..."

"You're not so bad yourself." He smiled and played with a few strands of Hunter's golden hair. Bret moved his legs to lock around Hunter's waist, brushing his ass up against Hunter's crotch. He could feel the hard prick beneath the thin material and smirked. "You're pretty hard."

"Well Bret, you've caught me be surprise... You and your leather pants, kissing me instead of hating me- and now you've got your ass pressed up against my crotch... So what am I supposed to do?"

Bret thought about it for awhile, and finally nodded. "Touché."

The blonde grinned, squeezing his thighs. He went to start unbuttoning the front of Bret's pants, but the older man knocked his hand away. "Not yet. We aren't even there yet."

"Why can't we do it here?! What's wrong with my limo?!"

"I said 'my place', not your limo. You can do it with yourself, but if you want to with me, you're going to have to wait." Bret said firmly pushing Hunter's hands second attempt at getting in his pants.

Hunter frowned a little. For all his mental patience, when he didn't get something he wanted, he could not STAND it. "Can I see you naked then?"

"No."

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Hunter's sexual aggravation continued on the long winding trip up to what he deemed as the freakiest looking house he had ever seen before. They drove past the old gates, which barely looked like they could stay on as they opened. "So...." He began, looking out the window at the triple reaper fountain that loamed over the limousine. "You live here huh?"

"I do. Are you surprised?" Bret asked cooly as he got out of the limo.

Hunter followed closely behind the smaller man as they passed into the large manor. They passed by a large collection of weaponry and sharp objects when Hunter finally answered. "Um.. A little. I-I didn't know you were so gothic." Hell, they could have filmed scenes from Blade here.

"Things change, Hunter."

He looked around and back at Bret in the leather pants and nodded. "They sure do." He followed behind him, not wanting to get lost in this immense house. He was half afraid that if he stepped out of place, he'd fall through a weak floor board. They walked up the stairs, and at the very top Bret turned around to rip open Hunter's shirt. For a second there, the house had intimidated Hunter so much that he momentarily forgotten the whole reason he had come here for.

Now, the house didn't matter at all. In fact as Bret pulled him into a bedroom with satin trimming and intensely BDSM decorations, he still didn't care. Hell, with Bret's lips on his, with him ripping away at his expensive suit till he was completely naked, he was in heaven. He didn't even notice anything might have been up until they were on the bed with Bret on his chest-- completely clothed. "Uhh Bret- how is this fair..? Look at you. You're still dressed, and here I am in what I was born in. I'd like to see what you've got under these." Hunter grinned and tugged on Bret's waist band.

"And you will..." Bret cooed running artful fingers down his chest. "I'm just going to grab some lubricant- because I think you could do some serious damage to me with this." He smirked reaching back to grab at Hunter's large erection.

Hunter's ego- among other things swelled. "Of course. You go get it then." He said as Bret got off of him. He stretched out on the bed, putting his arms behind his head. He smirked a little, crossing his legs casually. "I didn't know you were so gothic, Bret."

"It suits me." Called the other man from the other side of the room. Hunter watched him rummage through a box in the closet, taking out a few things then stood up. He left the door slightly ajar, and Hunter frowned some.

"Could you shut the closet door?"

"What?" Bret looked at him almost crossed then turned around to look at the opened door. "Oh. Why? You afraid of the boogeyman?"

Hunter hesitated. Even now, he still couldn't STAND to have any closet doors opened. He went around and shut them all every night- he couldn't sleep unless he did. "I've got OCD." He said which was mildly half true.

"Oh." Bret shrugged and shut the door. "Better?"

"Much." He grinned watching Bret eagerly as the older man approached him. "So, whatcha got there?"

In a flash, Bret had him handcuffed and blind folded in such a speed that it made Hunter's head spin. "Whoa whoa whoa! I didn't know you were so kinky!" Or so fast. He heard Bret's stroke made the other man much weaker than his former self, but as he found out just then that was a lie.

"Silly me- I forgot the good lube was in the bathroom. I know you're not gonna go anywhere, so I'll be right back."

As Bret's foot steps faded, Hunter's nervousness picked up. This was the time when some serial killer would come out and stab him when he was so vulnerable. Hell, maybe Bret was a killer and he brought him here to eat his skin or something odd like that. He doubted that though- Bret might have gotten... quirky... but he still wasn't the type that would hurt a fly. He shifted his wrists behind his head, the sounds of the chain making clacking noises against the wood head board.

He whistled a little nervously, the sound echoing just slightly due to the high ceiling in the room. Thankfully Bret had shut the closet door- that would have bothered him more than anything else being blindfolded and handcuffed.

Sometimes he couldn't help but feel like scared little Paulie, even though he was tough Hunter Helmsley now. He supposed everyone felt like this once in awhile, in a situation that they couldn't change. He didn't like it, but there was no sense in complaining about it either. However, this situation could easily be fixed if Bret would just hurry his little leather clad ass back in here.

God, it felt as Bret had left over an hour ago! How long does it take to get lube anyway?! ...Then again, this house was rather large. It would probably take a decent amount of time to get from one end of the other. Something at the other end of the room creaked very slowly, like the opening of the door. He guessed it to be Bret, but he didn't remember the sound of the other man shutting the door when he left. That could only mean... Little tiny beads of sweat dotted his forehead in his realization that that awful sound could have only come from the closet door. This was his fate- his cruel, awful fate. It seemed so obvious now; Bret seduced him to this terrible house, left him bound for someone to take care of. The Hitman could get his revenge for all the things Hunter had done in the past to him.

The treachery, the betrayal, the screw job- he was in on that too. He could have stopped it, but it was just a way of life for him. Seek and destroy opposition. If he knew this was going to be his fate, he'd take it all back, he'd say he was sorry! Why he'd even-

"Sorry about the wait, the damn thing was all the way in the back of the cabinet."

Oh. Bret was back. He HAD to have made the noises. Relief flooded his body and all of his muscles relaxed from the tight hold he wasn't aware that he had them in. "I was hoping you weren't gonna leave me like this."

"Psht- Of course not. Why would I leave you with out lubricant, Hunter? That would be down right cruel of me."

"Damn straight. ...Wait. Leave me with out lubricant? What are you talking about?!"

"Here you are my master. I brought the kind you requested."

"Thank you my dear. Why don't you go to your room and rest up. You've done so much lately."

The voice was so tender, Hunter could barely recognize the slow drawl of the Undertaker. Bret must have obeyed him because he heard the sounds of retreating foot steps.

"Now, as for you... I bet you're wondering why you've been brought here."

"I suppose it's revenge orientated."

"No, quite the contrary in fact. I will be honest with you, Hunter. I love Bret very dearly, he has made my house a home. Unfortunately, due to many health problems after his stroke I can not have as full of a relationship that I used to have with him due to the risks our life style involves. I need some one who can take the more rough part of our relationship so I won't have to take it out on Bret."

Well, he could honestly say he didn't see that one coming. He shifted a little uncomfortably in bed, trying to think of something to say. "I'm... flattered. I think. To say the least, I wasn't expecting this at all. But I'm afraid I'm going to have to decline the um... opportunity."

"I'm sorry Hunter, but you don't have a choice in the matter."

"What?! I'm Hunter Hearst Helmsley dammit! I MAKE the choices! I AM your boss!" Hunter bellowed angrily. "You better damn well let me go this instant or I'll-" Unfortunately, for him, he was then gagged with a piece of fabric.

"I'm afraid I'm going to break you first- Just like with Bret. He didn't want to be part of this life... but after some persuasion... You'll be glad that I've offered you this position." Undertaker removed the chain from the hook on the head board, pulling him up by it to attach it to another hook located on the canopy above them. He tied two separate chords to Hunter's ankles, tying them to the bed posts.

The blonde man now hung uncomfortably by mostly his arms with some support given by his tied ankles. He moaned in pain- he didn't know how long he could stay like this with his body weight. Thankfully Undertaker noticed the painful slack of Hunter's body, and slipped a waist support around his strong abdomen hooking it up to the canopy.

But still, even with the support, it was highly uncomfortable. He felt a long finger probing him between his cheeks; the feeling made him squirm uncomfortably. He never really bottomed before, especially not in a situation like this. What scared him the most about this whole entire thing was his fear was starting to turn into something else. ... Dare he say that he liked it?

He did. He liked being held here against his will, he liked being held in the air, hell- he didn't even mind the dull pain in all his limbs because of being suspended. Hunter felt a long leathery pole brushing up his thighs, tracing the muscle lines around his legs. He wondered what it was, then instantly figured out what it was when it was cracked down on his ass.

A riding crop.

His ass stung slightly, but he can't help but like the radiating pain. "You like it, don't you?" He growled into Hunter's ear as he removed the gag. He cracked the crop again across Hunter's ass, watching the way the blonde man flinched.

"I...I... I do..." He actually whined, biting on his lip.

"I can give you the greatest pleasure you'll ever experience, if you'd give in."

Hunter's body ached and wanted to agree to Taker's whim, but he couldn't. He was far too strong to ever give some one the right to his body forever. "No. I won't. I won't obey!"

The taller man pulled away. He had a back up plan, but he was sure he wouldn't have to use it. He was wrong. "Very well. One moment." He murmured and reached over to pull on a long cord extending from the ceiling. A loud gonging noise echoed throughout the house, and not moments after the door opened. There came Bret, wearing the pair of leather pants he had on earlier holding a very large pink and black feather in his hands. "Hunter needs more persuasion, my dear. Why don't you show him how good our life can be."

"Very well, Undertaker." He murmured crawling beneath the suspended blonde. He smiled to Hunter, making the man above him nearly melt. He didn't say anything, but slowly he trailed the tip of the feather down his face. The sensation tickled slightly, but it didn't start to get really agonizing until the feather brushed past his nipples.

It was almost too much to take, what with Bret playing with him with the most innocent smile on his face, and Undertaker beginning to probe his hole with a slicked up finger. This was torture, pure torture. Bret's feather trickled down his stomach, playing with the lines of his abs. The older man raised his leg, toying with Hunter's large erection with the top of his bare foot. The cool skin caressing him drove him over the edge. "I-I'll do what you want! Anything you want! Just please, let me have him!"

Satisfied, Undertaker looked to Bret and nodded. "You may not have him yet. Only after your... imitation."

"Fine fine! Just... get it over with." Hunter moaned as Bret replaced his foot with a lazy finger, intent upon dragging it over the skin of his erection very, very slowly. He struggled in his binds to no avail, looking helplessly down at the sexy older man.

Undertaker moved off the bed to fetch a black candle, burning in a silver candle holder. He knocked Hunter's long hair from the back of his neck, exposing a bare canvas for him. He dripped the black wax on to the blonde's skin, branding his mark into his flesh. Hunter shot up sharply, but Bret was quick to divert his attention. He wrapped his lips around his cock, as Undertaker worked Hunter's very tight entrance. He moved his slicked up fingers between fighting muscle, enjoying the sounds that Hunter made. "Have you ever been taken?" He chuckled.

Hunter blushed at the thought and shook his head yes. "Once.. or twice." He murmured. Bret was quick to divert his attention again, this time by squeezing his scrotum roughly. "Ooh god." He whined tugging on the restraints on his wrists.

Undertaker grinned, running his palm down the backs of Hunter's powerful legs. It was time. He parted the blonde's legs, pressing the head of his large erection to Hunter's hole. He heard a grunt from his prey, his body already trying to repel him. However, he wasn't going to let a little thing like resistance stop him. He grabbed Hunter's thighs for support, shoving himself far into the other man with one firm thrust.

He arched his back in surprise, and pain. Every move the Undertaker made hurt, but fulfilled something primal with in him. He was being taken, being forced to be the submissive-- honestly, this had never happened before. He found himself trying thrusting back into Undertaker's hips, trying to get more of him in. Big hands steadied his thighs, preventing that. With Hunter being in the harness, there could be some injury gained by all three of them with out proper handling.

"Scream for me Hunter." He ordered grabbing the sweaty blonde mane in his fist.

"Ahhm-" Hunter grunted-- he screamed for no man no matter what the situation. "Taker please- I gotta.. Gotta..." He grunted again as the other man twisted his fist further into his hair. "Ahh-!"

Undertaker growled loudly at Hunter's resistance to his command, looking for that one special spot that would make him loose control. He aimed for that bundle of nerves, shooting pure pleasure right into Hunter's exhausted body.

Hunter finally let out a pleasured scream, shaking with emotion. "AH! AH! Undertaker!" He sobbed loudly almost paralyzed in the harness. Every move gave him such intense sensations that moving on his own became nearly impossible. The larger man behind him let out a moan, thrusting one last time into him before releasing his seed deep inside of him.

Sobbing, he let out his own release into Bret's awaiting mouth. His body sagged in the restraints until Undertaker finally let him down. He eagerly set about groping Bret's body, what he was dieing to do since he had seen him this morning. Bret struggled against him, pushing Hunter away. Undertaker caught the blonde by the shoulder, ripping the wax away from his neck to leave a nasty permanent mark.

"When I want you, you will come. You will do what I say, when I say it. No one will know what happened here- but you will always remember. Do you understand?"

Hunter nodded mutely. He pulled away from Bret, allowing the older man to escape. "Yes, Undertaker. I will obey."

"You will need to do me favor, but not now. Not in a year from now. But the day will come soon. You will bring me Shawn Michaels."

Shawn Michaels..? His best friend? He blinked a few times, and seemed to be fighting with something deep inside him. This alliance with the Undertaker could not be fought, however. No matter what his feelings were for his best friend, he had to obey. "Shawn... I... Okay. I'll bring you Shawn Michaels, Undertaker." He said firmly.

"Excellent. Until you do so however, Bret is off limits."

Hunter's eyes shot open in almost disbelief. He would be denied Bret again? Having his mouth just once, and not the whole package for one whole year would drive him insane! Obviously, whatever he will do, will have to be successful. There is no room for error. "Y-Yes Undertaker." At any cost, the Undertaker will have Shawn in his possession.

TBC.
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