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Chapter List
- 1-The Hardy Toys
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The Hardy Toys
By Tyjord
Tyjord@hotmail.com

I do not own these characters. This story is pure fiction and not for profit. It is solely the product of my somewhat twisted imagination and is in no way meant to imply any sort of actual behavior of these individuals. Warning...this story contains depictions of extreme BDSM, and should not be viewed by anyone under the legal age in their area. Also, if you get squeamish easily, you may want to skip part 3. You have been warned.

Part 1 – Extreme proof

"So, you think you're extreme huh?"

"That's right"

"Care to prove it hot stuff?"

"Anytime, Trish"

"We'll see about that Jeff, we'll see..."

It had been two weeks since Jeff Hardy had injured himself during a Pay-Per-View training session. His muscle strain resulted in an enforced one-month hiatus from the "squared circle." Jeff knew that it had been his earlier conversation with Trish Stratus that had resulted in his overly cocky maneuver from the top rope. His attempt to prove how extreme he was ended up a display of pain and embarrassment. Both his brother, Matt, and Trish, had rushed to his side that night and stayed with him through the long hours of x-rays and scans. Matt's concern was genuine and appreciated, but the loyalty displayed that night by Trish warmed Jeff's heart. Their relationship had started out as just another storyline dreamed up by the writers. Feeling Jeff was being sidelined by Matt's relationship with Lita, they had concocted the pairing of the cute southern boy and the voluptuous blonde vixen. Trish was known for her bitchy attitude, and the writers felt the mismatched pair would garner a terrific fan response. To everyone's surprise, including their own, Jeff and Trish became a real life item, just like Matt and Lita, the relationship blossoming as their storyline developed. As an in and out of ring couple, Trish and Jeff wore an erotic charge like a cloak over them. A charge that was very easy to detect.

While Matt and Lita were essentially the same people, together or apart, it became apparent that the new couple were taking a different track. Jeff's ring appearance had begun to change due to Trish's influence. His on again, off again chest hair vanished as she insisted he remain totally smooth. Although initially balking at her request, he eventually gave in and removed all of his body hair, even his beloved facial design. Her next request was even more shocking, as she insisted he get rid of the character defining colored streaks running through the hair on his head. Trish was not above using her feminine wiles to accomplish her goals, so it wasn't too long before Jeff's image was all cleaned up to her liking. She paraded him in the ring like a collector with a prized possession. It made him feel good and the boosted self-confidence showed in his in ring performance, until his injury.

Extremely happy with the current situation, Vince McMahon was only too pleased to give Jeff and Trish the month off so that he could recuperate with her providing for all his needs. At this point, Jeff had healed enough to perform all normal activities, but the doctor's release was still two weeks away, so the couple spent their time at Jeff's rather large home. Jeff's successful career had enabled the 23 year old to purchase and customize a grand old southern estate in North Carolina.

Jeff and Trish lounged in the sitting room of the house, spending a quiet evening together after a romantic dinner. "So, still think you're extreme, Hon?" Trish said, eyes intent on her boyfriend.

"Absolutely," he said in his thick southern accent, "this was just a minor setback. Accidents happen. I'll be wrestling again soon."

"Who said anything about wrestling," she said, a wickedly playful grin forming on her face.

"Oh, so what were you talking about?" He moved closer to her, youthful hormones beginning to rage inside of him.

"Well," she said, "if you are so proud of being 'extreme', then you won't mind if we play some new games tonight."

"I'm up for anything, pretty lady, if you know what I mean."

"That's good Jeff. Let's go down to the basement, I have a surprise for you."

Jeff had not resisted when she told him to take off all his clothes. Standing before her completely naked, his excitement was evident despite the chilly setting of the basement. Trish was still fully clothed as she walked around him, taking in every detail. She ran her hands down his smooth chest, letting one even go so far as to brush past his hairless groin. With a chuckle, she pinched one of his nipples, hard, and walked away. "Stay right there, extreme boy, I've got to get something." He watched her walk towards a small closet. After opening the locked door with a key, She bent over and pulled out a wooden chest. Jeff watched intently as her thrust up rear wiggled with her effort to move the trunk. The globes of her butt pushed against the material of her brief, white miniskirt.

"I thought we could experiment a bit since you have some time off," she said, using another key to unlock a padlock on the trunk. "Last chance to back out, I'll understand if you're scared." She withdrew a bundle of material that looked as though it were made of leather and rubber with various straps hanging down from it.

"I'm not scared of a little kink," he said, eyes widening as she shook out the bundle.

"Really? What about extreme kink?"

"Bring it on baby," he said cockily, displaying more bravery than he actually felt. He knew Trish could be a bitch at times and that thought made him nervous. But it was too late to back out now. She had goaded him into defending his very personality and now he would just have to see it through.

"Then turn around and put your hands behind your back, palms together and fingers locked. From this moment on you will obey me in every way. Any disobedience will result in swift and severe repercussions. Do you understand?"

"Yes...mistress," he said sarcastically.

"You will address me as Miss Stratus, and you will do so sincerely and with reverence!" He doubled over and cried out as she reached around and slapped his testicles. "Now resume you position, boy."

Struggling to regain his composure after the unexpected assault on his balls, Jeff put his arms behind his back in the requested position. He felt a strap being buckled around his wrists, followed by another at his elbows. His arms began to ache as she slowly pulled the strap tighter, forcing his arms closer together.

Satisfied once his elbows were just about touching, she smiled inwardly, grateful for his flexibility, and buckled the strap in place. She then picked up the bundled item and began slipping it up over his arms. It was tight, but had a bit of play due to the stretch of the rubber. As she worked the single sleeve armbinder up toward his shoulders, she heard him groan as the device pushed his arms in that final space and made his elbows touch. Stopping just above his biceps, she brought four straps around and, crisscrossing them across his chest, buckled them in place. She then took a narrow collar attached to the top of the binder and buckled it tightly around his neck. "Now don't wiggle around too much, or your might choke yourself."

She then went to work on the straps dangling from the length of the armbinder. She buckled one at his wrists, one at his elbows and one along the top opening of the device. She made sure all of them were buckled at the tightest possible position then walked back over to the trunk.

Jeff wasn't so sure he liked this. His arms and shoulders were aching and every time he moved he felt pressure on his neck. However, he didn't feel it could get much worse so he elected not to say anything. His concern increased however when he saw her return from her toy chest. She was holding several small padlocks and quickly snapped one onto each of the buckles on the armbinder and his chest strap. She did not however, put one on his collar. He sighed, grateful that she would be able to remove the collar quickly if necessary. "Trish, this thing is really starting to hurt..." Her knee quickly came up, impacting on his already wounded testicles. Seeing stars and gasping in pain, Jeff lost his balance and fell to the floor, sending waves of agony through his already strained arms.

"That was your last warning, the next inappropriate thing that comes out of your mouth will be punished with far worse than a tap in the nuts." She let him squirm around a bit, and then helped him to his knees next to the trunk. She then produced a 4" high posture collar, which she quickly buckled and padlocked in place over the armbinder's collar. This new collar forced Jeff's head up high, preventing him from looking down. Smiling, she gave him a playful pat on the cheek, "You're looking good kid, but it's not extreme enough yet. Don't worry though, there's much more to come."

"As much as I was looking forward to your next slip up, I'm afraid it's time to gag you. Look at it this way, at least you'll avoid the possibility of me slamming my fist into your balls." With that, Trish pulled out yet another item from her evil box of toys. She held up the strange looking device so that the helpless boy could get a good look at it prior to its use. "Now open wide, and remember...obey me!"

Jeff closed his eyes and opened his mouth, fearing the ramifications of disobedience. He felt the 3" rubber plug enter his mouth followed by a soft sponge like material that Trish had to squeeze past his teeth. Once inside, the sponge expanded, preventing any attempt to expel the gag. Next came a plastic shield that she slid in between his teeth and cheeks. Attached to the leather gag strap, this feature completely sealed off his mouth when she pulled the strap tight, locking it behind his head. She then buckled and locked the remaining straps, one of which passed under his jaw and connected to the main strap on the sides of his face, and the other, which came from over his mouth, separated past his nose and went over his head, locking in back to the main strap. The gag had two attachments on the front, the first was a clear plastic tube that extended through the middle of the gag, the second was a black rubber tube connected to a squeeze bulb. Jeff started to panic as he realized the possibilities possessed by the two attachments.

"There, there," Trish said in a motherly tone, "I'm almost done with the gag. As you've no doubt figured out, it inflates to completely fill your mouth. Once that happens, the tube is pushed to the back of your throat ensuring that you will swallow anything that comes down it...or choke. But don't worry," she said as she grabbed the inflation bulb and gave it three quick pumps, "I'm not going to inflate it all the way. Where would the fun be in your just swallowing without tasting?"

Jeff was now sweating heavily and his fear was obvious as he tried to acclimate himself to the intruder filling his mouth. He was forced to suck air in through his nose, as the gag was airtight. The plastic shield was also causing him a bit of discomfort as the pressure from the strap caused it to push against his gums. Trish however, seemed not to notice his difficulty as she busied herself with his next restraint.

"I have to go get you something to drink so we can test your gag, but first I want to make sure you don't hurt yourself while I'm gone." She took out a 3' spreader bar from the trunk and quickly locked the leather cuffs around Jeff's ankles. "There, now don't go away, I'll be right back."

Unable to rise from his knees due to the spreader bar, Jeff squirmed trying to loosen his restraints in any possible way. Unfortunately for him, Trish had taken great care to ensure his immobility. He was perspiring heavily now, the ache in his arms rapidly becoming muscle cramps as they rebelled against the unyielding straps and material that held them. Jaw aching from the pressure of the gag, he wondered what she had meant by "test the gag." From his point of view, it worked too well as he was unable to utter more than a low moan. His arrogance and self-confidence diminishing by the second, he wondered just what his beautiful captor planned on doing with him. It was obvious she was trying to prove a point, and Jeff would gladly give in if he were able to relate his defeat to her.

The clicking of her heels on the steps brought him out of his daydreams. His head held up by the collar, he had to wait until she stood in front of him before he could actually see her. She was grinning evilly as she held up the item she had brought back with her. She had what looked like a half full red rubber hot water bottle with a clamped off tube coming out from it's cap. He watched nervously as she rolled over a tall wooden coat stand and hung the bottle upside down from one of its hooks. She quickly attached the end of the tube to the one coming out from his gag. Realizing that she intended to make him drink whatever she had put in the bag, he started to struggle once again, this time attempting to shake loose the tube.

"Now Jeff, I suggest you relax and try to concentrate on what's about to happen. When I release the clip, this...ah...lemon soda is going to flow pretty quickly into your mouth. I'm reasonably sure the gag has your mouth totally sealed, so you're going to have to swallow pretty fast to keep from choking. Understand that you don't have a choice in this as with all the locks and different keys, it would take me a while to get you out of that headpiece, and I certainly wouldn't be able to get you out before you drowned. Pretty extreme, wouldn't you say?" She smiled at him smugly and unclipped the tube.

He fought back a wave of panic as the fluid hit the back of his throat making him wretch involuntarily. Struggling to calm down, Jeff tried to tilt his head forward as much as the posture collar would allow in order to slow the flow. Adjusting to the force of the flow, he realized that after the initial spray, the steady stream of liquid would fill the available space in his mouth prior to his needing to swallow. Slowly he developed a rhythm to his swallows and he could see by the satisfied look in Trish's eyes that he was handling this torture well. He had his doubts though, as to the identity of what he was being forced to drink. She had said "lemon soda," and while it did have a lemony taste and carbonation, it was much too salty and burned his throat too intensely to be any kind of soda pop. Unable to do much about it, the helpless victim simply swallowed to keep up and please his captress.

As her boy toy continued with his struggle to swallow all of the liquid, Trish pulled a nearby chair closer and sat down facing her naked, restrained and kneeling plaything. The hemline of her skintight white dress rode high up her legs as she gently reached out and began stroking Jeff's flaccid penis with her high-heeled shoe. She smiled, remembering that when this little adventure began, Jeff had been completely erect and turned on. That had all changed now. However, Trish was intent on getting him back "in the mood." She reached under her dress as her foot continued to stroke the boy's cock and began masturbating. She saw his eyes turn downward, despite the restraining effect of the collar. She timed everything to be perfectly in synch, her rubbing herself, his swallows, and her stroking his now reawakened penis. As she moved her shoe upward against his shaft, her pointed heel jabbed into his low hanging testicles. Despite the new pain, his member remained rock hard and Trish's masturbating got more intense. As his cock began to pulse in a prelude to orgasm, Trish abruptly stopped everything, the sudden shock made Jeff choke on his last gulp from the hanging bag. She got up and quickly shoved two of her fingers up his nostrils. She coated the inside of his nose with her pussy excretions then pulled her fingers out so as not to block his air supply for too long. Unable to breathe through his mouth, Jeff was forced to smell her pungent aroma with each labored breath. Quickly, Trish unfastened the tube from his gag and left it to dangle from the bag. "Let's just leave that there for later, you never know when it might come in handy."

Ordinarily, Jeff would have been intrigued by her comment, but it was doubtful he even heard her, preoccupied as he was by the severe ache in his testicles caused by the lack of release. Taking advantage of the heightened sensitivity of his balls, Trish brought out another item from her trunk and proceeded to attach it to his jewels. The new device was a complicated looking set of leather straps. One strap buckled tightly around his scrotum and forced his hurting balls down, away from his body. An attached strap then went between his two balls separating them severely. Pulling this strap as tight as possible made the boy see stars as she ensured a total division of his testicles. The last two straps buckled around his penis, one at the base and one just under the head. The total effect was a throbbing erection that would not totally subside even without continued stimulation. The straps would keep the blood locked in his insatiate member and ensure a constant painful arousal.

"OK, sweetie," Trish said as she stood up, "the next step is to get you into the boiler room." She pointed to a doorway 20 feet away leading to a dark secondary room in the basement that contained the house's heating machinery. "What's going to happen is this: you are going to use your famed agility and stamina to walk, balancing on your knees, into that room. The bouncing and leaning will serve two purposes, firstly, it will amuse me to no end, and second, it'll help to stir up the little drink in your belly. Now, get moving. And if you take too long, I'll tie your balls to your spreader bar and we'll see how the motivation of keeping your nuts from being pulled off works for you. Get going!"

Trish spent the next 10 minutes laughing at Jeff's clumsy attempt to get into the boiler room. Unable to use his tightly restrained arms for balance, he almost toppled several times. Finally inside, Trish followed and pulled the chain attached to the room's single light bulb. Jeff groaned into his gag as his eyes took in the sights around him. There were thick chains attached to what looked like garage door opener tracks hanging from the ceiling in various places throughout the room. Along the walls were shelves and hooks holding items that the boy couldn't make out from his position. Water pipes also took up space along the ceiling, feeding liquid to and from the heating system. Jeff stared wide eyed at one particular corner of the room and began a renewed attempt at struggling.

"Ah," Trish said, "I see you've noticed the camera mounted on the wall. I don't understand why you're so upset, the other room had one too, you just couldn't see it. I just thought you'd like to have a visual record for posterity. Besides, who knows how much we could get for this tape on line?"

The room was hot, and all Jeff's renewed struggling resulted in was his breaking out in a sweat and exhausting himself. Trish took advantage and pushed him, face down, to the floor. "Time's wasting, honey. It's getting late and we've still got a long way to go." She quickly pulled down one of the lengths of chain and attached it to the center ring on Jeff's ankle spreader bar. As the boy struggled to see what was happening, Trish walked over to the nearby wall and pushed a green button. The chain slowly began to move back up into its ceiling track. Jeff was horrified as the device lifted him up until he was dangling upside down two feet above the cement floor. His sweat soaked long blonde hair fell toward the floor as the blood rushed to his head. Lightheaded, the boy could only wonder how long it had been since he was last down here, and when Trish had the time to prepare all of this.

"Now Jeff, with your high flying antics, a little upside down time shouldn't be a problem. Hold still while I stop your swinging," Trish said as she hooked a chain form his posture collar to a ring on the floor. "Yep," she said, "your problems are just beginning. Since we're running a bit short on time, I'm going to have to rush this next part. But don't worry, even though the preparation might be quick, you'll have plenty of time to enjoy the end results."

As the boy dangled helplessly from the ceiling, Trish brought over a length of hose and screwed one end of it onto a spigot that was oddly attached in the middle of one of the rooms numerous water pipes. She ran the hose down and connected the other, smaller end to the tube going into his gag. Reaching up, she began to turn the knob on the spigot. She smiled ass Jeff began to squirm wildly, cold water rushing into his mouth and throat. Unable to keep up with the intense pressure, the boy began choking, forcing the water out through his nose and blocking his air supply. Trish let him suffer for a couple of seconds, then backed off the flow a bit until he regained control and started swallowing normally, if not hurriedly.

Satisfied with that end of Jeff's torment, Trish went over to a nearby black case sitting on a table and removed a packaged item. She ripped open the sealed package and removed the sterile device. It was a long, black rubber tube about the diameter of her pinkie. One end had a small, deflated rubber balloon attached about an inch from the tip. She then picked up a bottle of lubricant and put a tiny amount on the end with the balloon. The other end had a tapered tip for attaching a tube, as well as a thin tube that connected through the device to the balloon. Picking up a small inflator bulb, Trish attached it to the tube and pumped. She watched in satisfaction as the balloon inflated. Sure that all was in working order, Trish deflated the balloon and returned to her plaything.

Jeff was still swallowing rapidly as he saw her approach. Occupied by the flood in his mouth, he didn't notice the new device until she started talking.

"Next step sweet heart is this. It's called an indwelling catheter and I'm afraid it goes someplace rather unpleasant. You see, with all that liquid you're swallowing, sooner or later you're going to have to pee and I don't want a mess down here, so this little item will see to that problem."

The boy lurched as she grabbed his semi-erect cock and pushed the tip of the catheter against his piss slit. Not wasting any time, Trish forcefully worked the entire length down his shaft through his urethra. The burning sensation was almost enough to take his mind off his unrelenting swallows. Each inch sent sharp pain shooting through his penis and abdomen. As the tube traveled deeper, Trish clamped off the end to prevent any leakage. Finally, with a knife like pain, the catheter entered Jeff's bladder. Trish quickly pumped the balloon up to its maximum diameter, sealing it inside.

"There," she said, "leak free." She looked at her watch. "Well, I've got to run, but one last thing before I leave." Trish picked up another item and knelt down by Jeff's head. She smiled at him warmly just before she buckled the tight rubber blindfold over his eyes, thrusting him into darkness. "Now, you hang tight, I'll be back eventually and we'll continue where we left off. Right now I've got to head back upstairs, company's coming and I have to get some things ready." Walking to the door, she looked back once more at her tightly bound and suffering victim. Content with the current status of her plan, Trish shut the light and closed the door, locking it behind her.

Part 2 – Hanging around with friends

Jeff had no idea how much time had passed. His girlfriend, Trish, had left him hanging upside down from the ceiling in the basement of his own home. His body, severely bound in various rubber and leather restraints, was aching for release as he dangled helplessly. Head pounding from the rush of blood to his head, the boy could only swallow the seemingly endless flow of water that made its way through the tube in his gag. The water was having an effect on him as well as his rapidly filling bladder brought on an incredible need to urinate. Unfortunately, the catheter Trish had inserted into his penis prevented any chance of relief. To make matters worse, Jeff's stomach had begun rumbling some time ago and now the boy was beginning to feel as though a bowel movement was imminent. Totally defeated in his attempt to prove his "extreme" nature, Jeff hoped that Trish would return soon to release him.

The door opened in mid gulp. Jeff had heard it despite the pounding in his head. Desperate for release, he started squirming as much as his bonds would allow in order to convey some hint of his need to Trish. Tightly blindfolded, Jeff had no idea if his attempts were even noticed. Suddenly, he felt her hands on his body, caressing him gently. They wandered up and down his chest, eventually coming to rest against his stomach. He jerked against his restraints in surprise as a second pair of hands began stroking and kneading his butt cheeks. Momentarily choking himself by pulling against the collar chain attached to the floor, Jeff lost control of his swallowing and began spurting water out of his nose.

Trish laughed out loud as she turned off the flow of water, allowing Jeff to regain his breath and swallow the last of the fluid. "So, I see you've realized that I brought company with me. I decided that you were just too precious not to share, so I thought I'd invite a friend over," Trish said as she moved aside, allowing her guest to squat down next to the helpless boy's face.

"Hi Jeff, how's it hangin'?"

Jeff freaked out when he heard Lita's voice next to his ear. He couldn't believe that Trish would bring his brother's girlfriend into this. Convulsing like a seizure victim, Jeff frantically renewed his struggles to get free.

"Better calm down baby. With all that water you've been drinking, you might rupture
something, and we wouldn't want that to happen." Trish moved to stand next to Lita as they both surveyed their helpless plaything. "See honey, Lita and I got to talking a few weeks ago about your boastful, cocky attitude. I had already decided that some tests of your "extremeness" were in order and when I threw out some ideas, she jumped right into the planning with me. Trust me when I tell you, our writers would be proud. Enough explanations, you really don't need them anyway. All you need to concern yourself with is handling what we do to you. You can do that, can't you?"

Jeff moaned into his gag, realizing that the two women had no intention of stopping his torment. He dangled before them in agony, his need to piss more intense than ever. Unfortunately, no matter how hard he tried, no urine would flow out of the clamped tube that Trish had inserted deep into his penis.

As though reading his mind, Trish's hand moved to his tormented cock. She lightly stroked the semi-engorged shaft, making Jeff quiver in his bindings. "You must really have to pee by now," Trish said matter of factly. "After all, you've been drinking nonstop for almost an hour. By the way, how's your belly doing? You should be feeling some effects from that drink we used to test your gag's effectiveness. Want to tell him what it was he drank Lita?"

Lita chuckled as she moved close to the upside down boy and whispered in his ear, "Just a little laxative to loosen you up a bit Jeff. Nothing to worry about...yet."

"Speaking of which, I think it's time we moved on. We have that other appointment we need to keep and Jeff here requires some more preparation for the trials yet to come.

Since the laxative was your idea, why don't you take care of that end while I deal with his balls." Trish motioned Lita over to the toy chest and then turned her attention to Jeff's split and tied testicles. She attached a light chain to a ring at the back of the strap around his scrotum. Then, after threading the other end through a ring at the center of his spreader bar, she began to pull down, stretching his balls up away from his body. Periodically testing the tension, Trish stopped only when she thought she heard Jeff scream into his gag. Satisfied that the strain was causing him enough pain, she stepped aside to watch as Lita approached with his next torment.

"I hope you appreciate all the trouble I went through finding this," Lita said as she moved behind the now motionless captive, "it took me over a week of hunting Internet sites to find just the right item." She held the black rubber item up so that Trish could get a good look at it. "Since you're having some difficulty seeing, I'll describe it for you so that you can appreciate it more. What I have here is an inflatable butt plug. It's almost seven inches long and two inches in diameter at its widest point...before inflation, of course. It also has two other neat features that you should know about, but you'll have to wait a bit to find out what they are."

Trish chuckled as Lita stroked the pre-lubricated plug as though it were an actual penis. She then joined Lita behind Jeff and firmly grasped his butt cheeks, spreading them wide. Lita then pushed the blunt head of the device against his anus and began rubbing it up and down, allowing some of the slick lube to coat his hole.

Knowing what was next and unable to struggle due to the severe bondage Trish had put his balls in, Jeff simply groaned into his gag, preparing himself for what was about to happen. Trish had stuck her finger up his butt hole many times during their sex play, and he had not minded once he got used to it, but he knew those feelings would pale in comparison to what was coming.

Lita quickly centered the plug and began pushing with a strong, steady thrust. The two women watched excitedly as his anus stretched to accept the intruder. Trish could feel the dampness between her legs as she watched her boyfriend's penetration. She stared fixedly at the plug as Jeff's hole slowly swallowed inch after inch. She smiled and nodded to Lita signaling her to finish. Lita jammed the plug 's widest point past Jeff's sphincter muscle savagely, causing the boy to thrash in his restraints from the pain. Quickly, his stretched out hole snapped back, tightening around the narrow base of the plug. Lita pulled the attached leather straps into position, buckled them as tight as possible, and snapped on a small padlock to complete the process.

"There now," Lita said, looking extremely satisfied with her handiwork, "how does that feel Jeff?" Not expecting more than the groan she got in response, the redheaded girl next picked up an inflation bulb and attached it to one of three tubes coming out of the base of the plug. Slowly she began squeezing the bulb, she and Trish both carefully watching for the boy's reactions as the plug was inflated inside him. With each pump, Jeff's body tensed as the monster grew inside him, stretching the walls of his rectum. After five full squeezes and a nod from Trish, Lita stopped, knowing any more might do serious damage.

After sealing the tube with a tiny but strong clamp, Lita attached the inflation bulb to the second tube. "Here's one of the extras I mentioned Jeff," she said, "this is the reason it took so long to find this thing. Inflatable plugs are easy to come by, but this one has another feature." With Trish still holding his cheeks open, Lita squeezed the pump, inflating a thick latex balloon that was positioned around the base of the plug, just outside his anus. Once it was filled as much as possible, Lita crimped that tube and removed the bulb. Trish released his cheeks and they both smiled at their success noticing that Jeff's cheeks remained slightly open due to the presence of the black balloon lodged in-between them.

"Well now, that takes care of that," Lita said to their bound victim. "Now you don't have to concern yourself with the laxative Trish had you drink. Nothings coming out of that hole until that plug is fully deflated."

"Excellent job, Lita," Trish said as she walked in front of the boy and began stroking his cock again. "Quite an extreme situation you've got here Jeff honey. You have to pee, but you can't, and very soon you're really going to have to shit, but you can't do that either. Whatever will you do," she added mockingly.

Still stroking his semi-erect, catheterized penis, Trish looked over at Lita and grinned devilishly. "Lita, why don't you come over here and take over for me while I help Jeff to understand his situation." Not needing to be asked twice, Lita quickly moved over to Trish's side and grasped Jeff's member tightly and began stroking it up and down.

"I'm assuming he can't climax with that tube down his piss slit," Lita asked.

"Not a chance, so give it all you've got."

"Well, he's a bit smaller than I imagined, and definitely not as hung as his brother, but I've always wanted to play with all of the family jewels, so..." With that Lita attacked his shaft in earnest, pulling, rubbing and even sucking at times. As Lita explored the effects of licking his split and tied testicles, Trish knelt down over the boy's face, positioning her now soaking crotch close enough to ensure that Jeff got a full whiff of her arousal, and unbuckled his blindfold. Jeff squinted as the brightness of the room reached his now uncovered eyes. Trish remained kneeling, casually twirling the rubber blindfold in her hand.

"Now baby," she said to the boy, "we know you’re uncomfortable so we are willing to make a compromise..." Suddenly she stopped and looked up at Lita who was now licking the full length of his engorged member. "No wonder he's not paying attention. I think that's enough of that."

Lita stopped immediately and in a swift motion, slapped the boy’s testicles hard enough to make him writhe in his bonds. "Sorry about that. I got a bit carried away."

"Thank you. Now, where was I? Oh yes," she said to the teary eyed boy still aching from the slap, "Lita and I are willing to let you relieve your bladder. But there will be a price. Here is your chance to take some control in this situation. I want you to blink twice if you are willing to pay the price for that relief, or blink three times and I'll put the blindfold back on and we'll leave you for another few hours."

Head pounding, Jeff's mind raced. He was staring upside down at his beautiful, domineering girlfriend while his brother's woman alternated between licking his shaft and slapping his nuts. His bladder was screaming for release and every part of his body ached. Seeing no other choice, he opted for the only path to relief that was in his grasp and blinked twice.

"Excellent choice. We hope you enjoy the results, we will. Lita, get the tubing."

Releasing his cock, Lita walked to the toy chest and pulled out a coiled roll of clear plastic tubing while Trish busied herself reattaching the blindfold over Jeff's eyes. Engulfed once again in absolute darkness, he felt the tube being pushed onto the end of his catheter. The other end of the tube was now laying coiled against the side of his face, and, putting two and two together, Jeff braced himself for the drink he was about to receive.

Suddenly, the tube was lifted up away from his face and he could fell some pressure as it was pushed over another attachment at the base of his butt plug. "Remember when Lita mentioned the plug's extra features? Well, this is the other one," Trish said as she unclipped the catheter, allowing the boy's urine to flow out of his bladder and begin it's journey into his bowels.

Lita moved closer to the now very distracted boy, "See Jeff, the plug has you sealed up inside and outside. You can just relax and let all of that stored up piss flow into your ass without worrying about keeping it in."

"No matter how much it wants to come out," Trish added. "And rest assured that between the earlier laxative cocktail, and your ongoing piss enema, it's definitely going to want to come out. Look at the bright side though, at least you got to pee."

Laughing like schoolgirls, the two women went back to the door. Trish shut the light again leaving the helpless boy to his suffering. "We hate to leave you like this," she said with a chuckle, "but we've got a date with your brother and we don't want to be late. You just hang out here for a while."

Jeff heard the last of their giggling as the door was once again locked. He remained motionless in his bonds as he felt his bowels distending from the urine draining out of him. The cramps began almost immediately, filling him with an unbelievable need to expel the contents of his rapidly filling bowels. Bound, blindfolded and hanging upside down, Jeff realized that he really wasn't as extreme as he thought. But now he had to wonder, was Matt?

Part 3 – Blood is thicker than water…sometimes

"Quite the exhibitionist, aren't you?" Trish asked coyly.

"What do you mean?" Matt Hardy replied, sitting on the couch, Lita snuggled up at his side.

"You know, that picture of you naked with only the title belt dangling from your teeth to cover up your...ahem...stuff."

"Oh that," he said, looking down at his drink as his face reddened in embarrassment.

"Don't be embarrassed," Lita chimed in, nudging further against her boyfriend, "you looked very sexy."

Matt threw back the drink, quickly downing the contents in one swallow.

"I agree," Trish said, tracing her right index finger along the rim of her glass. "And here I thought you were the shy Hardy Boy. But that picture tells a different tale, doesn't it?"

"Well, you know Jeff and I have an image to live up to, 'Team Extreme' and all that" Matt said, a bit bolder now that the warmth of his drink was beginning to spread through him. "We're expected to do things on the wild side."

"Really?" Trish asked, although it seemed to have more of an undertone to it than a simple question. "I guess that's why you boys, and Lita of course, were chosen to appear on that reality fear show." Trish's eyes followed Lita as she rose from next to her boyfriend and moved to the kitchen to refill Matt's glass.

"Yep, upper management felt that of all the Superstars, we would have no trouble handling those tests." He reached up and took the filled glass offered by Lita. For just a moment he thought he saw a brief, almost conspiratorial glance between the two women, but he quickly dismissed it as the result of his last drink.

"My baby here won that game," Lita said, returning to her position. "While poor little me couldn't even complete the first test."

"Neither could Jeff," Trish replied icily. "Ironic isn't it that the brother most known for being wild and on the edge would fail so miserably and so quickly. I mean look at all those other horrible things you had to endure without your brother to share in the experience. It's just not fair, wouldn't you agree?"

"Matthew," Lita said as she took the once again empty glass from her boyfriend's hand and put it on the coffee table, "Trish asked you a question." She stroked the side of his face as he stared straight ahead, eyes glazed over.

"Answer my question Matthew," Trish said sternly.

"It's not fair," Matt mumbled, his voice slightly slurred.

Trish got up and walked over to the young man's side. She knelt down and looked him in the eyes. "How could he leave you to suffer alone like that? He's your brother, he should have been there for you, right Matt?"

"Matthew!" Lita nudged him in order to focus his attention.

"He should have been there," he stammered, "didn't think I would make it without him."

Trish smiled at how agreeable he was becoming. "That's right Matt, you two are a team and he just deserted you. He left you all alone to suffer. He betrayed you."

"Betrayed me...all alone..."

"That's right," Trish said, grabbing his hand and holding it as if to comfort him, "he turned on you, turned on Lita, and betrayed the team."

"Betrayed us..."

Trish squeezed his hand tightly. "He deserves to suffer too. Jeff needs to be punished for betraying you. Isn't that right Matthew?"

"He's my baby brother..."

"Yes, Matthew, he's your little brother, but sometimes little brothers need to be punished when they do something wrong."

"Tied him to a tree once..."

"That's the idea. He learned, didn't he? He was bad, but you taught him a lesson."

"Yeah..."

"But he didn't learn Matt, he betrayed the team and left his big brother to suffer alone." Trish pulled her hand away quickly as his grip started to suddenly tighten. Lita rose and went behind the couch, putting her hands on his shoulders, gently pressing him into his seat.

"Didn't learn," he said, a hint of anger creeping into his hushed voice. "Why Jeffy..." He started to sob quietly, his shoulders moving under Lita's grip.

"He has to be punished, right Matthew? Jeff has to be punished for being bad."

"Yes."

"And it's the older brother's job to correct the younger brother's behavior."

"My job," he stated, no longer sobbing. He now took on a stern look, eyes still glazed and staring at nothing in particular.

"That's right, Matt. Now you just sit there a bit and think about how your little brother turned on you, and how good it's going to feel when he learns his lesson." Trish said as she stood up and motioned Lita over to the side of the room.

"Holy shit," Lita said, "I can't believe it worked so well."

Trish smiled triumphantly. "Well, the drug works a bit like Sodium Pentathol, or so the staff doctor told me. She said she's used it on her boyfriend to find out if he's been faithful. Imagine that, the things people would do." She laughed at the irony. "The drug, coupled with the fact that he's a wrestler and used to these 'heel turns' and plot twists, made him extremely susceptible to our suggestions. He probably thinks he's reading a script for a Hardy Boys break up."

"But he'll be all right?" Lita asked.

"He'll be fine, he'll just have a strong unconscious need to punish Jeff. I have to go downstairs for a minute. You stay here and work with Matt. Keep telling him about his brotherly duties. He should be out of it long enough to get things set up in the basement."

The two girls hugged quickly, Lita then walked back to Matt's side while Trish headed towards the locked door leading to their victim.

"Hiya Jeff," Trish said excitedly as she entered the room that had become her boyfriend's personal hell. "How are you holding up?" Not expecting an answer, she simply walked around Jeff's suspended body, surveying her handiwork. She put her hand on his normally tight, flat stomach, now painfully distended from the urine enema the women had forced into him. "Wow," she said playfully, "you look as though you've put on some weight, that's quite the gut you're developing." She snickered as she gently pushed on his belly, causing the boy to squirm in his bonds, a reaction he instantly regretted as his tightly stretched testicles suffered the consequences of his movement. "You must be cramping something awful from all that piss, not to mention the laxative, which should have kicked in by now."

Backing up a bit, Trish marveled at the sight of him. Suspended upside down by his spreader bar encased ankles, arms locked behind his back in an impossibly tight single sleeve armbinder, Jeff Hardy looked like a surrealistic medieval torture victim. Even as she watched, his cock, still semi erect in it's confinement, sent yet another gush of urine through the catheter she had imbedded inside of him. It traveled through the clear plastic tube, disappearing into the inflated plug penetrating his rear. Inside him, she knew that gravity was forcing the warm liquid deep into his already churning bowels.

This latest addition to the boy's colon set off another wave of violent cramping. Jeff writhed in agony, unable to release the mounting pressure inside of him. He tried anyway, every muscle in his body reacting to the strain of fighting the huge plug sealing him tight. Suddenly, Jeff's body went limp as the pain faded once again. He hung completely motionless waiting for the inevitable moment the laxative would induce yet another spasm within him. The momentary respite allowed the boy to somewhat gather his wits. He was genuinely afraid that his current predicament could lead to permanent harm. He had no real idea of how long he had been in his current position, but was sure he was reaching his limit. Having no previous experience, Jeff did not know how long was too long to retain an enema. That, coupled with being upside down for so long, was triggering sporadic panic attacks, which caused him to struggle fiercely. The resulting movement only served to aggravate his condition more by increasing the pressure on his testicles.

Trish watched his struggles with sadistic glee. She enjoyed the fact that she had complete control over Jeff's suffering. She chuckled as he made some pathetic grunting noises into the gag, knowing that he was attempting to communicate his plight as best he could in his helpless state.

Kneeling down, Trish produced two heavy-duty earplugs from her pocket and quickly inserted them into the boy’s ears. Once satisfied that Jeff was completely cut off from the sights and sounds around him, She began to prepare for the next phase of Jeff's adventure into the extreme.

Once his hearing was taken from him, Jeff found that his situation worsened. With no outside stimuli, he was forced deeper into himself. He could feel and hear his heart pounding in his chest, struggling to pump blood against the force of gravity. He could also hear the most obscene noises coming from his stomach as it rebelled against the liquid waste and chemical irritant that filled him.

Trish no longer paid any attention to him as she busied herself moving various items and rearranging others. She clamped off his catheter and butt plug, putting an end to the seemingly endless flow of piss into his bowels. Leaving the tube dangling from his penis, Trish hummed quietly to counter the low groaning coming from her captive. Once her preparations were complete, she returned upstairs to check on her other participants in the evening's festivities.

Lita was sitting on the couch. Matt was kneeling on the floor, lovingly rubbing her feet. "I could seriously get used to this," she said to the returning Trish. "That drug is incredible. He's done everything I've told him to without a single complaint."

"So I see," Trish replied, walking over to Matt's side. "Unfortunately, we have to move on now. Matthew," she looked down at the kneeling young man, "how would you like to go see Jeff?"

He did not look up, his vacant stare remained focused on Lita's feet. "Jeff betrayed me," he said softly, stopping the foot massage.

"That's right, he did. And if you come with us to see him, you'll be able to do something about it."

"Needs to be taught a lesson."

"Do you want to be the one to teach him, Matt?"

"Yes."

"He's been bad and needs to be punished. He hasn't been a very obedient little brother," Trish said calmly.

"No, just a punk kid."

Trish smiled, "who needs to suffer."

"Yes, needs to suffer."

With that, Lita rose from the couch and took one of Matt's hands in hers. Trish reached out for Matt's other hand and together they helped him to his feet. Hand in hand, the trio moved towards the basement steps and Matt's unsuspecting brother waiting below.

Jeff hadn't known anyone was there until the sudden removal of his blindfold. He shut his eyes against the light shining down from the overhead bulb. Slowly adjusting to the glare, he tried to block out the tremendous pounding in his head and make sense of the scene in front of him. At first an uncontrollable wave of relief and salvation shot through the boy as he saw his brother standing in front of his suspended form. But that turned quickly to apprehension followed by despair as he realized that his brother was standing next to his two smiling tormentors. Jeff knew now that the appearance of his older brother could not be anything but the next step in the women's plan. His hope for release destroyed, Jeff simply shut his eyes and squeezed back a tear as another cramp coursed through his body.

"Oh my," Trish said, " for a moment there I do believe that Jeff thought the cavalry had arrived."

The two women snickered as Trish bent down and pulled out Jeff's earplugs. "So, Matthew, what do you think?"

"Looks kinda uncomfortable...and kinky," Matt said, still hazy from the drug.

"Well, you know Jeff, he's into all kinds of weird shit," Lita said. "We just thought we could use some of his vices as learning aides."

Trish moved next to her bound boyfriend and explained, "You see Matt, we felt that Jeff needed to learn a lesson as well. Lita and I were tired of his piss poor, full of shit attitude and decided to test his claims of being the most extreme Hardy Boy."

Jeff was suddenly sorry the earplugs had been removed. He tried to block out Trish's story of his willingness to participate in this little test. He groaned into his gag as the women recounted every aspect of his torment, including his current plight. Jeff couldn't believe that his brother was just standing there listening while he continued to suffer.

Lita was holding Matt's hand tightly as Trish wrapped up her tale. She could feel his hand getting clammy and his heart rate rise and, if she wasn't mistaken, could just make out the bulge in his jeans that was betraying his erection. "I'm thinking Matt here approves of our little endeavor," Lita said to Trish as she pointed to his crotch.

Matt stared intently at his brother for several moments. Releasing Lita's hand, he walked around Jeff's helpless form, slowly noting all of the things they had done to him. The haze was beginning to lift from his thoughts and for a moment he felt the need to rescue his brother from this situation. But then he remembered the betrayal, how his little brother had left him all alone in his time of need. Suddenly, Matt knelt down next to his brother's face and whispered, "I should have punished you a lot sooner."

Jeff was crushed, and now more afraid than ever. His tormentors had again increased in number and he had no idea what new torture awaited him. He tried to communicate through the horrible rubber device that filled his mouth, but only desperate gurgling noises came out. He looked into his brother's eyes and saw only determination and strength.

Matt rose and walked back over to where the two girls were now standing, watching and waiting. "He deserves to be punished. What's next?"

"Well," Trish replied, "we don't want to permanently harm him, so we need to get him down and put him in a new position. Upside down is only good for so long you know. Lita and I will direct you as you help us maneuver him, then, when everything is ready, we'll finish up his punishment with a very special treat."

Lita handed her boyfriend the earplugs and blindfold. "These will help keep him in line while we get him ready," she said, "why don't you do the honors?"

Matt looked at the items, smiled at the two women, and moved back towards his brother. There was no hesitation as he thrust the plugs back into Jeff's ears, cutting his brother off from all sounds in the small room. He then pulled the blindfold into place, buckling it cruelly behind Jeff's head, tighter than before.

With Matt's help, it took the two women less than thirty minutes to rearrange their squirming victim's position. After lowering Jeff to the floor and turning him over onto his distended belly, the armbinder was unlocked and removed from his now numb arms and shoulders. Once the device was completely removed, Matt held his brother's arms as Trish and Lita encased each of the boy's hands in a tight leather bondage mitten. He was then turned onto his back and his arms were pulled above his head allowing his now connected wrists to be attached to the same chain that had, moments before, held him upside down by the ankles.

All of this movement had begun to take its toll on Jeff. His arms were in agony from the sudden change in their position, while his internal problems increased as gravity was no longer working to keep his enema inside of him. His explosive need for release occupied all of his thoughts, the unending cramps preventing him from even mustering a token attempt at resistance. His only benefit from the change in his predicament was that his head was no longer pounding from the blood rush of inversion.

Once the new restraints were all locked on, Trish moved over to the wall and once again pushed the button that would suspend her tormented boyfriend. The chain rattled as Jeff's arms were lifted up. Matt and Lita held his body as he was slowly raised off the floor. The pressure returned to his spread and stretched balls as his feet dangled, unable to reach the ground. The new strain on his shoulders sent waves of pain through his entire upper body.

Once Jeff was hanging at a satisfactory level, Trish returned and instructed Matt to push his brothers knees up towards his chest. The momentary relief this provided Jeff's testicles quickly came to an end as Trish unlocked the ball chain from the spreader bar and began feeding it through the attached ring, taking up any slack. Trish re-locked the chain so that there were only a few inches between the bar and his balls. Matt grimaced as he realized what would happen once he released his brother's legs.

Lita then joined in and pulled out Jeff's earplugs. The first sound he heard was Trish laughing and his brother saying "ouch" in mock sympathy. Still unable to see, Jeff could sense he was in even more trouble now. "Okay 'Mr. Extreme', here's the situation, very soon Matt is going to let go of your legs. When that happens we suggest that you try real hard to keep them where they are. Or else." She tugged lightly at the ball chain to emphasize her point.

"It may be a bit difficult on your stomach muscles considering what else is going on," Trish added, "but it would definitely be in your best interest." With that she motioned to Matt. Jeff barely had time to react as his brother released his legs. The sudden pull on his testicles forced him to hold his legs up as high as he could. The resulting spasm sent new waves of cramps as well as nausea flowing through him.

"Okay," Trish said, "he seems stable enough. Let's finish this off." She directed Matt to a large plastic jug that was sitting on the floor near where Jeff was suspended and had him move it directly beneath his brother's body. The jug was an oddly modified water cooler refill with spigot attachment. The top of the jug had two nozzles sticking out from the cap, one wider than the other. Also midpoint on the top was a metal D ring attached to a sturdy looking plastic handle of some kind. Matt wondered about the strange additions to this common item as the two women stepped in and got to work.

With Jeff's legs forced up and out of the way, both women had unobstructed access to the devices penetrating his body. Trish attached the tube hanging from Jeff's catheter to the smaller of the two nozzles on the jug while Lita picked up a thicker clear tube that was lying curled up on the cold cement floor. Lita went behind their victim and quickly pushed one end of the tube onto the fitting sticking out of the inflatable plug sealing his rear. She uncoiled the tube and attached the free end to the second, wider fitting on the jug. Both women smiled as they saw a disappointed look appear on Matt's face.

"Do we have to let him release it so soon? Can't he hold it longer?" The older Hardy boy asked. "He needs to be punished severely."

"Actually," Trish said matter of factly, "he can be made to hold it as long as we want him to. But, it has been a little over three hours and the pain must be unbearable. Besides, the best is yet to come."

Only slightly mollified, Matt was forced to settle with watching his squirming, sweating brother suffer in his bonds.

"Well, Jeff," Trish said, "even though your brother isn't too excited over the thought of you getting some relief, Lita and I know what's best and we wouldn't want poor Jeffy to suffer any real harm, so..." With that Trish unsnapped the clamp on the catheter tubing, allowing the trapped contents of the boy's bladder to flow into the jug beneath him. Lita was also busy behind Jeff. She first twisted the connector on the plug, opening the internal flow valve, then unclipped the tube and joined Trish and Matt in front of their victim to watch his ordeal. "Go ahead Jeff, let it all out. We're all right here watching."

At first nothing happened. The three tormentors just stood there as a bit more urine flowed uncontrollably into the jug. Then they watched as Jeff slowly succumbed to the intense cramping within him. First there was a slow trickle of greenish brown fluid. It traveled down the tube and mingled with the already present piss. Then it happened. Unable to control himself any longer, the contents of Jeff's bowels exploded into the tube sending a slimy, chunky mass of waste into the container. Jeff's unbelievable relief was tainted by the embarrassment of voiding his bowels in front of his friends and family.

"It's a good thing that jug is airtight," Lita said, "that stuff must reek something awful."

"Without a doubt," Trish replied. "Matthew, do you see how the flow started out more as a liquid and has now gotten much, much thicker?"

"Yes."

"That's because the first thing to come out was the urine that he had been collecting in his gut. It sat there and mingled with the rest of his waste. That's why it contained some solid pieces. Now, we're seeing the results of the laxative, pure slime directly from Jeff's intestines. Years of built up fecal matter all thinned out by his earlier drink."

"He needed a good clean out," Matt said, his stare alternating from his brother to the container.

Jeff was suffering through some deep intestinal cramping as his insides struggled to expel everything that he had been forced to retain for so long. He could no longer hear the words spoken by the three people standing in front of him. Through his cramps and humiliation, he could only make out the sounds of their voices as they laughed at his discomfort. Sweat was dripping from his body as he strained to force everything out. He felt as though it would never end. Several times during the expulsion he lost control of his legs causing his balls to be pulled violently down. Recovering his position put more strain on his stomach muscles and set off whole new waves of pain.

"See how he has to work his stomach to keep his legs up?'" Trish asked. "That's helping to push all of that nasty stuff lower into his colon so that he can expel it."

They watched him for quite some time as his body rid itself of what appeared to be a never ending flow of excrement. Finally the flow abated, the last trickles dripping into the half full two-gallon container. Satisfied that Jeff was now empty, the three began their final preparations.

Lita quickly clamped off the nozzle on Jeff's butt plug, leaving the inflated monster deep inside of him "to prevent leaks," she said. She removed the attached tubing and, coiling it up, went to the container and clamped off the nozzle there. Setting the wide tube down by the jug, she then clamped off the catheter and removed that tube as well, once again leaving the device inside its victim.

Matt was instructed to bring a heavy, high-backed wooden chair into the small room. Once inside, he set it down under his brother's suspended form, pushing the plastic jug out of the way. The foul contents of the clear container sloshed around as Matt moved it. "That's disgusting," he said as he finished setting the chair in place.

"At least we can't smell it," Trish pointed out as she hit the button that would lower her boyfriend. She had Matt guide his brother down onto the chair, until all of his weight rested on his filled ass. She then walked over and unhooked Jeff's wrists from the chain, allowing his arms to fall uselessly in front of him.

Once again, Jeff offered no resistance. His enema ordeal and suspension had left him aching and weak. He did not have the strength to struggle as they began rearranging his restraints once again. As uncomfortable as it was to be sitting on the plug, Jeff was grateful to be sitting and not hanging from the ceiling. He felt the bondage mittens being removed as his brother pulled his arms back behind the chair. His wrists were crossed and cruelly pulled up to his shoulder blades in a chicken wing position. This new strain renewed the discomfort in Jeff's arms and shoulders as his cramped muscles attempted to adjust once again. "Come on Jeff," he heard his brother say from behind, "we can get those hands higher. You were always the more flexible of us." Jeff saw stars behind his blindfold as Matt twisted his arms even higher.

Lita moved over to the chair carrying several coils of rope. She quickly took one and began tying his crossed wrists together with one end. Ensuring all of the knots were below his wrists and out of the reach of his fingers, she took the other end and threaded it through the ring on the back of his posture collar. She pulled it through and took up all of the slack, bringing the free end down, behind his arms, to the bottom of the chair. She wrapped it once around a bottom rung connecting the chair legs, then paused while Matt moved around in front.

Matt picked up a second coil of rope and quickly bound his brother’s ankles together, cinching the rope down the middle. He then took the end of the wrist rope, handed to him by Lita, and thread it through the ankle bondage. He passed the free end back to Lita, who immediately began pulling.

Jeff's ankles were pulled back under the seat of the chair as far as possible. The resulting strain on his posture collar forced him to hold his head back as far as he could to avoid putting pressure on his neck. Any movement of his feet threatened him with further upward movement of his arms as well as choking. It quickly became apparent to the boy that he had to remain absolutely motionless. He suddenly doubted the benefits of being allowed to sit down. There seemed no end to the torture planned out by his friends.

While Trish watched and directed, Matt and Lita completed Jeff's bondage. Rope was wrapped around his waist and chest, pinning him to the chair. Lita tied one end of another coil to Jeff's right elbow, pulled it around is chest, and knotted it around his left elbow, increasing the pressure on his arms and neck yet again. Matt tied his brother's legs securely at the thigh, which he also brought around the seat of the chair, above and below his knees, calves, and arch of his feet. Once Jeff's legs were completely immobile, Matt went to work on his brother's toes. He took another length of rope and tied Jeff's big toes together. He then pulled the excess under the chair and back up, passing it through Jeff's wrist bondage. When he pulled back down, his brother's feet were pulled into a harsh backwards point. Matt knotted that rope, then bent back down for his final touch. Taking two thinner ropes, he tied one to each of Jeff's little toes and pulled them painfully out from his rigidly bound feet, tying them off to the back legs of the chair. Smirking, Matt stood up, and said to his brother, "Don't worry, I did a better job than when I tied you to that tree years ago." Jeff could only groan in weary agreement.

Trish congratulated him on his ingenuity and waited for Lita to come up with something as creative. Not wanting to be out done, Lita picked up another rope and tied it to the ring attached to the gag strap that ran over Jeff's head. She wrenched the rope down, pulling his head almost parallel to the floor. She then tied off the other end to Jeff's thumbs, immobilizing them as well. "There's not much left to tie," she said as she went about taking up any slack in the boy's bondage. The end result was a masterpiece of rigid, painful bondage that left Jeff with only the ability to uselessly wiggle his eight unbound fingers.

Trish was pleased as she stood looking at her bound boyfriend. She surveyed the scene, taking in all that had been done to him over the last few hours. She was as aroused as she had ever been before. Suddenly her expression changed to one of confusion. "Something's missing," she said, staring intently at Jeff. Then, realizing what she forgot, Trish hurried back to her toy chest to retrieve something.

Matt and Lita watched as she returned with two evil looking metal clamps and a "Y" shaped length of light chain. They saw her pull Jeff's right nipple as far out from his body as possible, then attach the clamp so that the teeth were biting into his flesh at it's base. There was a semi-audible squeal from behind Jeff's gag as the teeth sank into the tender flesh, but no movement at all save the squirming of his fingers. Trish quickly repeated the process with the other nipple, attaching the double ends of the chain to the clamps and then stretching both nipples until the other end of the chain could be hooked to the strap under the head of his penis. Once done, the pressure was enough to keep his nipples and his cock painfully stretched.

"Time for the final act," Trish said. "If you really want to punish your brother, he's all yours. Remember what he did to you and how you suffered."

Matt looked at the helpless boy in front of him. Momentary pity and guilt were quickly replaced by feelings of betrayal. Matt knew he had no choice but to teach his brother a lesson that he would not soon forget. Matt moved over to the dangling chain that had previously held Jeff in the air. He pulled it over to the waste filled plastic container and attached it to the ring on top. He then walked over to the control and pushed the button, raising the jug into the air until it was over and just behind Jeff's head. The greenish brown contents swirled inside as it settled into place. Matt then retrieved the larger tube and standing on the tips of his toes, fit one end on the spigot at the bottom of the jug. He then took the other end of the tube and pushed it firmly onto the attachment sticking out of Jeff's gag.

"Now take off his blindfold," Trish said. Matt unbuckled the rubber eyepiece and moved aside.

The position of Jeff's head allowed him to see the container positioned above him and the tube dangling beneath it. He had felt the pushing of the tube onto his gag, so he instantly knew what was about to happen. Fear and panic took over, but he was completely incapable of movement. The chair was heavy enough to remain steady even though he was lurching his entire body in an attempt to escape. The boy began to sweat profusely, horrified at what they were going to do to him. He wanted to scream out to his brother, beg him to help him. Unable to do anything, he stared wide-eyed at the container dangling above him. He knew what was in it, where it was going, and that there was no way to stop it.

"Okay, he seems to have calmed down and accepted the inevitable," Trish said nonchalantly to the others as she approached her boyfriend's side. "Now Jeff, you've obviously figured out what's about to happen here. You have to admit, it couldn't possibly get any more extreme than this. Lita and I decided that since you failed so miserably on that television fear show and left your brother to suffer through those torments alone, you should experience something similar. Why should poor Matt have to drink that disgusting slop they made for him without his brother joining in? Look at it this way, he had to drink blended animal parts while you're getting off easy. Everything you're going to drink is from you, a one hundred percent Jeff Hardy piss and bowel juice cocktail. Just relax and try to remember that it was already inside you once, we're just putting it back. Oh, and keep in mind the lesson you learned last time you drank through the gag. Your mouth is totally sealed. You have to swallow or you'll choke. You're probably going to want to vomit as well, but I wouldn't recommend it. You'll just end up drowning in your own waste. Bottom line, deal with it. The quicker you swallow, the sooner it'll end. You can handle that right Jeffy?"

A new wave of panic hit him as his brother reached up and opened the spigot half way. "Time to take your medicine," Matt said as he walked back to join the others.

Jeff watched the slimy, slow moving fluid inch through the tube. The first rush of tainted air had hit his mouth as soon as the spigot had been opened. It was all he could do to control his gag reflex and keep from throwing up. His heart pounded as the stuff moved closer to his mouth. He cringed and closed his eyes, hoping they would end this nightmare before it was too late. Then it happened. The fluid exited the tube and hit the back of his throat and tongue. The taste was indescribable. He recoiled in horror and revulsion but was unable to move or dislodge the tube. Jeff fought back a wave of nausea as he swallowed quickly, not wanting the former contents of his bowels to completely fill what room he had in his mouth. Now he understood why Trish had only pumped his gag up half way. What fun is there in swallowing without tasting she had said. He swallowed another gulp of the vile liquid, this one containing some solid matter as well. He continued to gulp it down past the bile building in his throat. He felt as though he couldn't breathe, every rushed breath through his nose tainted by the smell and taste of his offal. He pulled desperately at the ropes which held him, trying to get away from his forced meal. He succeeded only in increasing the strain on his bent arms. Desperation slowly changed to acceptance as his plight continued. Only able to see the bottom of the jug, Jeff had no idea how much he had swallowed or how much remained.

"He's seems to be doing well," Lita said. The jug was now one quarter empty. Despite all of his attempts at struggling, the three onlookers had seen no movement other than the frustrated, panic induced motion of his unbound, wiggling fingers.

"Yes, I thought for sure it would be spurting out his nose by now. Maybe he is as 'extreme' as he thinks, but I doubt he would care to test that theory again any time soon," Trish laughed. "Well, Matthew, do you think your brother has been suitably punished?"

"I don't know," Matt said with a sadistic gleam in his eye, "I'm not sure if there is enough in that jug. Besides, I'm feeling a bit constipated and I think I found just what I need," he held up the earlier discarded enema bag and smiled.

Trish laughed and turned to Jeff, still swallowing to keep up with the flow of waste. "How about it hotshot, feel like a Matt Hardy bowel juice cocktail next?"

The three laughed devilishly as Jeff remained immobile, trying to survive what was obviously only the beginning. He wondered if the contents of his brother's bowels could taste any worse than his own. One thing was certain, he was sure he would find out.
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