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Make Me Want This	By : slashburd Category: WWF/WWE > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 6231 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: Disclaimer: This is purely a work of fiction! I do not know any of the people or characters in this story namely Stephanie McMahon, Triple H or Shane McMahon. I do not know any WWE stars and I do not profit from these writings. This is total fiction

Chapter List
- 1-Make Me Want This
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Hunter didn't bottom, wouldn't bottom. Not for anyone, ever. That had been the mantra he'd lived his life by. Being the man was key to him and nobody and nothing had ever challenged that. Until now.

The amount of begging had superseded anything he'd ever know before, whether or not he'd had a switch or a whip in his hand. Nobody had spent more time on their knees asking for one thing from him than she had. If it hadn't been for the fact that she was his wife of ten years and that she'd claimed it was all she wanted for their anniversary then he would never have agreed. She'd let him go out to play over the course of their marriage so Hunter figured he owed her something in return. At the end of the day she was Stephanie McMahon and no man, not even her own husband was going to make her submit to anything she didn't want to. Not then, not now and not ever. That had been her clear statement of fact when they got together. For her nothing had changed.

That night he had a few drinks to loosen up. Usually if a sub turned up smelling of drink he'd send them away and ask them to come back sober some other time. His strong morals didn't permit him to take advantage of anyone that wasn't totally level headed. To give him their control they had to be giving without the haze of alcohol tainting their logic and desire.

He however needed the drink. Not wanting to surrender had never been noted as a good start to a play session but then again being married to the domme tended not to be too. Even if it had ever crossed his mind to top Steph he'd never envisioned being able to hurt her in the way that he usually did to inflict pleasure-pain. She had the good sense to operate a don't-ask don't-tell policy with him and she engaged in a few extra curricular activities of her own to keep the balance. Hunter didn't mind who and when as long as details never got out and so far they'd been lucky.

When Steph had come into the room dressed head to toe in a leather he'd had a moment where he regretted the years she'd not been into the lifestyle, ruing all the fun they could've had together. She cut quite the dash as a domme and as she strode across the room towards him he reached a hand out to rub it along the unsullied leather.

With one sharp slap she caught the back of his hand and dismissed it away from her. She had no intentions of letting him anywhere near her tonight and wanted to make that clear from the outset. Tonight he was hers to do with as she pleased and that thought pleased her indeed. There had been few things she needed in her life but this was one of them. Total control of the one man she'd never truly had a hold over had eluded her for so long and it was finally going to be put right.

“Don't touch me. You'll do as I tell you and nothing else. Understand?”

Her cold expression should've done something more physical to Hunter than it did but instead he could do nothing but smirk at her, the arrogant tone in her voice more pronounced than ever. He opened his mouth to speak and as the first sound escaped he saw a hand flying towards his face a little too late. It caught him full pelt across his cheek causing tears to spring out of his eyes and onto the back of her hand.

“Don't speak unless you're spoken to. For Mr Domination you really don't know the rules do you?”

The sarcastic tone was very deliberate on Steph's behalf. Inside she was trembling with the thought of what was to come over the course of their session and trying to hide her nerves and excitement was proving difficult. Her plan was to go out all guns blazing and be that different person her husband had never met before. So far so good.

Hunter rubbed at his reddened cheek and shot a confused look in his wife's general direction. She really was taking this seriously. He'd more expected to have a pair of click release handcuffs put on and be thrown onto the bed and then spanked a bit. He'd had no idea she was going for the full act. Inside he smirked, thinking it was kind of sexy but knowing that she didn't have one vital aspect he looked for in his sado-masochistic friends.

Weaving her hand into his wet hair she gave it a sharp tug, holding his head back as she stared down into his dazzling eyes. For a moment her resolve wavered and she longed to lean down and kiss him. The thought of the knowledge she'd gained in the last eight weeks about her husband made her feel differently though and her gaze iced over. Discovering how far he'd gotten himself into his scene had sparked something in her that she'd never felt before and she fell back into her role completely.

“Guest bedroom, now. Get naked, get on the bed and get ready. Go.”

Hunter was glad she'd let go of his hair. Its not like he could afford to lose any to her overzealous grip. He nodded in acknowledgement, knowing not to speak lest he should receive a further punishment and headed out of the room, hearing the door click shut behind him. In a strange way he felt a pair of eyes burning into the back of his head as he walked down the hallway towards the staircase. With a shake of his head he shrugged the sensation off and climbed the stairs, unfastening his watch and unbuttoning his shirt as he did.

He carefully laid his clothes out on the bed in their bedroom and headed towards the guest room at the rear of the house. The drapes were drawn and the room was in darkness other than the luminescence around the plain white sheets of the simply made bed that had been repositioned in the centre of the room. At the four corners of the bed he could see restraints with leather cuffs had been carefully placed and on bending to look under the bed he could see that they were not the simple underbed ones. These were professional ones that had been fitted to the actual body of the bed. He knew that he'd never be granted permission to play at home let alone modify their house in any way so he knew then that she'd taken advice on how to set things up. He found it kind of touching that she'd go to so much trouble to make their session convincing.

In their conversation before bed last night they'd agreed a safe word and how he should be when she entered the room. She wanted him to slip on the blindfold that was laid carefully across one of the pillows and lay on his back on the bed, legs already secured. He followed the instructions to the letter, propping the blindfold up on the top of his head like a diva awaking from a slumber. He deftly secured the leg restraints, noting that the leather was not as good a quality as he would have chosen himself. They were however a good fit for his solid ankles and he tugged against them to see what kind of strain they'd be able to take. Not the greatest but he'd be able to put on a show without breaking them free.

He slid the blindfold over his eyes as the footfalls on the stairs came into his earshot. Lying back on the bed he laid his arms at his sides, conscious of the fact that he was already getting hard at the touch and the feel of the leather and metal fixings. Sometimes it was a blessing to have a kink.

Steph entered the room turned on a dim night-light on the table near the door and could see that Hunter had done as he was asked. She had to admit that it was an arousing sight, her husband partially restrained and already standing proud. Walking over the bed she grabbed his erection and slowly worked her hand up and down it.

“Mmmm Hunter I thought you didn't want to do this but maybe I was wrong. I'm going to lock your hands down now and then you're all mine, all night. I can't wait to watch you squirming.”

She watched as he compliantly reached his hands towards the top of the bed in the direction of the cuffs and she locked the first one in, making sure to check she hadn't done them up too tight. Leaning over Hunter she pressed herself down onto his face cutting off the air supply with the warming leather shirt she wore. Taking her time over fastening the second one she could hear a grumble from under her chest but he wasn't choking yet so she had no concerns. Once locked in she slid her body slowly back over his face until she was face to face with him, grazing her teeth along his jawline just hard enough to redden the skin.

Hunter growled a little and twisted his head away from her, not liking the fact that she'd gone straight in for the kill with her breathplay trick. For the first time he had a feeling that there was something not quite right. Maybe it was just an innocent mistake though, there was no way that she could know what to do or more importantly to do something that was one of the key moves he liked to use on his first time play partners. Racking his brains he tried to recall if he'd ever mentioned it to her when he used to come home and try to tell her what he did with his subs but she was never interested and he eventually stopped trying.

Now that he was tied up Steph knew that she could start to have some real fun. Grabbing a nipple between her fingers she pulled and pinched at it until the flesh around it was red and angry then changed to gentle sweeping strokes across it. She could see that his body was clearly responding, Mr “I Don't Dig That Kind Of Thing” was starting to breathe faster and let a smile cross his lips. She smiled back at him knowing that the fun was only just beginning.

~~x~~

Hunter felt a series of tiny needling sensations across his skin and assumed it must be a pinwheel. It was run all the way from the sole of his foot to the side of his neck and back again, then the same at the other side of his body. It was almost pleasant if it hadn't been as ticklish in places. The wriggling he did was limited by the restraints but that almost helped as the more still he stayed the quicker it would be over. All the time he was giving a running commentary in his own head, thinking what he would be doing to someone now or how things were obviously being done in the wrong order.

Steph pulled the wheel away and held it in her hand inches above Hunter's still twitching hard on, barely resisting the temptation to run it straight down and jab it hard into the balls that languished beneath it. Now he was nicely warmed up it was time for her full treatment to begin.

“Hunter, I'm just going to get something I forgot to bring in with me. I'd say don't go anywhere but that's just not likely now is it.”

The cold tone to her voice still unsettled Hunter. He'd assumed that she'd get bored of all this within 5 minutes, get on top of him, get off and then let him up. The first twenty minutes hadn't been so bad but she'd made no attempt at all to touch him with anything other than toys or her nails and certainly nowhere intimate. He did wonder what else she could have up her sleeve, assuming that she was going to come back. A quick review of the recent domestic arguments didn't reveal any immediately obvious incidents that she might leave him tied up for.

He listened intently but the thick door that she'd closed behind her didn't leave much of a chance for eavesdropping. As it clicked back open he relaxed a little. At least he wasn't going to become another revenge statistic yet. Her heels clicked across the floor and he saw in his minds eye the outfit she was wearing. Even he had to admit that she looked good.

“Well Hunter, I've got what I went for and its a surprise for you. You see, you need to be a little bit more careful where you go looking for your 'fun'. A good friend of mine has just discovered that her husband is into your scene. And guess what, would thighs covered in scratches and burns ring any bells? A man who you met in a motel room and fucked as he screamed underneath you? Sounding familiar yet or have there been that many you can't recall his name? You'd do better than to tell people your proper name sweetheart. No wonder you made it as a wrestler and not in the secret service. Oh, I get it. You can't get off if he's screaming Dan or Bob or some other made up shit. I know you. I know that ego and its almost as big as your damned nose.”

The low tone was beyond menacing. Hunter didn't dare reply as he'd not been invited to and there was no way out of the restraints without Steph's assistance. His prone body trembled with the shock that his secret was out. It hadn't seemed necessary to tell Steph that he only topped guys or that she was only the second woman he'd ever slept with. Or that when he was fucking her that's why they always did it from behind. Sure there had always been a chance that someone would figure out who he was but usually he picked guys up so far from home and so unassuming and unaware of his identity that up until now there hadn't been a problem. Now there definitely was one.

“Well at least you're not laid there begging. That's a start. How would I ever know if you meant it if you were just going to fapp yourself silly later thinking about it? Oh, that's right, I'm female so that's never going to happen is it? Silly Steph, believing her husband like that. So, the surprise. Well I got you something I think I'm going to like and believe me, even if you don't I'm going to love every minute of this.”

Her cackling laughter echoed around the still room and she grinned with her eyes narrowed as she silently beckoned her accomplice away from the corner of the room where he stood, cross armed and bright eyed. He went over to her and she stroked the smiling face tenderly in return for his obedience. This was one man she'd tamed a long time ago and nothing had changed that since.

“Go over to the bed and caress him, head to toe. Don't leave any skin you can reach unattended to and make sure you special attention to the parts I'm right on the verge of removing.”

Hunter froze. There was someone else not only in the room but on their way over to touch him. He couldn't see or hear who it was and he wondered where they'd come from and how long they'd been there as he'd not heard two sets of footsteps coming back into the room. The panic set in and he began to speak, knowing it would probably do more harm than good but unable to keep his mouth shut.

“Steph, this is fucked up. Let me out of here. I mean it. I can explain.”

His words dripped with desperation but it thrilled Steph to hear him backpeddling so quickly. She was hoping for plenty more of the same.

“If I were you Hunter I'd shut the fuck up because I've got no intentions of letting you up. You can scream your precious safe word just like you scream the guys names when you're fucking them because I'm not gonna stop until I get what I want. You had it too good for too long but taking advantage of me is not something you're going to get away with. That I promise you now.”

Hunter gulped as the words were processed by his brain. His train of thought was interrupted by the feeling of fingers working down his foot, massaging and rubbing at the soft skin. He twisted his foot to try and avoid the touch but there wasn't enough give to get far enough away. The hands gripped his leg firmly and the thumbs worked deep into his calf muscles and the feeling was already straddling the line between pleasure and pain. The adrenaline in his body tried to keep the limb tense but the skilled hands that worked his flesh had other ideas. Soon they had moved on to the other leg and performed the same there.

The hand then rubbed over his groin and swept back to cup his balls firmly, rolling them around until a moan came from between his parting lips. He desperately tried to suppress the noises but to no avail. From across the room he heard Steph laughing, obviously amused by the show so far. Biting down hard on his lip he immediately drew blood which made him wince and for a moment distracted him from the ticklish and deliberate movements of the stranger's hand over his chest followed by his neck and face.

The body leant over him to get to his arms, still probing and pressing onto every sinew as it strained against the cuffs. He inhaled deeply, trying to get a scent or a sense of who it might be. All he could smell was freshly washed skin, a clear ozone like scent that was too neutral to be familiar. It struck him that maybe it was time to negotiate again and the words tumbled out of his mouth.

“Steph, c'mon, don't be like this. We can work it out. I'm sorry, I never meant to hurt you. Let me out of here and we'll talk. I'll tell you anything you want to know.”

“Know? You seriously think I'd want to know what you get up to with God knows who? Don't flatter yourself Hunter, I couldn't give a fuck. All I want to do now is get even. And if you're going to run your smart mouth for the rest of this then maybe I should give you a good reason to run it before I decide how I'm going to shut it. So now, my little helper is going to go back in the corner and I'm going to come and sit with you a while. Won't that be nice?”

Steph rose from her chair and picked up the glass dildo that rested on the table which was covered with carefully selected toys and instruments. It was cold against her fingers and she stroked it, admiring the shape and size of the toy. She perched on the edge of the bed beside Hunter's waist and, despite her anger and disgust about what she'd discovered, she couldn't help but spend a second admiring a body that she'd explored so many times over the years. The fond and somewhat sensual memories soon evaporated as the thoughts of her husband in all kinds of compromising situations with bound and gagged men flooded her mind again.

Leaning forwards she slid the blindfold up and watched as Hunter blinked the inky darkness from his eyes. She looked down at him and knew that the expression on her face was not a kindly or reassuring one. Her snarl made her lips ache with its intensity but the discomfort served only to strengthen her resolve that the humiliation she'd felt was something Hunter would be all to familiar with soon enough.

“Now I always suspected that there was something going on with you and sexy boy. I asked you enough times but you always denied it and I always believed you. Now how am I going to get you to tell me the truth?”

Steph brought the dildo to her lips and ran her tongue along the cold glass, circling the end of it before sinking it into her mouth and groaning as she sucked hard on it. Her cheeks hollowed out and she forced it to move in and out until she released it with a loud pop. Licking her way down it like a popsicle she left a trail of spit that smeared over the smooth glass distorting the way it glistened in the dim light of the room.

“Ohhh Shawn. That's good, real good. You know I love it when you're on your knees for someone other than God. Now lets see what that pretty little clean living mouth can do. I'm gonna fill it with more that wafers and wine for ya...”

Her mocking tone horrified Hunter. She mimicked his accent perfectly, almost too perfectly. He screwed his eyes shut tight and wished she'd never removed the blindfold. His frantic thrashings were the symbol of the anger that coursed through him; anger that she'd brought Shawn's name into this. Anger that she was wrong and that it struck such a note with him that only wished he'd had the chance to feel Shawn's beautiful mouth around him just once in his life.

“Steph, I never ever had Shawn. Never, I swear. This is getting out of hand. Let me out, lets sort this out like adults, huh?”

He metered his tone so as not to sound too anxious or to give away the fact that his heart was about to snap his ribs it was beating so fast. His eyes scanned her face searching for a slip of the mask, something he truly wanted to see and capitalise on so that he could escape his prone position and bizarre situation. Hunter saw nothing but hate and determination in her eyes and he knew then he was in trouble.

~~x~~

Slowly Steph trailed the slicked dildo along the line of downy blonde hairs that led from navel to groin, pausing for a moment to hold the glass toy alongside Hunter's erection and smirking at the difference in length. It was going to hurt and the knowledge made her feel better about the whole thing. It would be nothing compared to the hurt she felt.

She inched it down towards the crevice between his cheeks and eventually allowed the cold glass to contact with his puckered opening, hot and unprepared as it was. She knew that there was barely enough of any kind of lubrication on it to make this pleasant but she had gone past caring. Maybe it was time Hunter felt some of the pain he seemed to think others craved so readily.

Knowing what she intended Hunter writhed and grunted as he tried to avoid the intimate contact being made. Every which way he moved she pressed it harder and harder against him and he felt the tightly clenched muscles start to get parted against their will as the last remnants of her spit mingled with his own perspiration. Forcing his hips down into the bed as hard as he could still didn't stop the gradual onslaught.

“Hunter, honey, play nice. Let me fuck you just like you've always wanted to Shawn to. I'll even take it easier on you if you call his name out and I know you've thought about it. Panting his name as you clawed his sweaty back. Oh yeah, I'm sure you'd bottom for him Hunter, you'd let that Texan tramp fuck you on your back in the middle of the ring just for a shot at that. But y'know you can trust me to make you feel good sweetheart, you know that. I'll make it feel just like Shawn was here for you and you're gonna tell me just how much you want it from him.”

“I don't want Shawn. I've told you this all bef-”

The words growled from his mouth but the pleadings were cut short by the hand that swiped across his face knocking it sideways. He felt the swelling start beneath his eye and more blood spring into his mouth from his busted lip. It was becoming clear that she wasn't going to buy this much longer but he couldn't admit it. He'd never told anyone the darkest secret of his lifetime before so he wasn't intent on starting now.

Sliding off the bed Steph resumed her position in the chair across the room and stared back at the bed. She knew he wanted Shawn. Everyone knew he wanted Shawn and well, that little fantasy was about to become his worst nightmare. If he wouldn't admit it just at the threat of getting fucked in the ass with a dildo then she was about to turn the heat up a notch.

“Now, you've heard how hostile he's being. I think its time for something a little more heavy and seeing as he's not responding to threats so far, I think you might be able to help me out here. Why don't you come grab these things and go make yourself a little more familiar with my husband. I'll warn you now that he prefers men.”

Hunter looked up as far as his head would allow and saw a body walk across the room, the light too dim to clearly make out anything distinguishing. The floorboards creaked slightly and a figure loomed over him, his eyes working overtime to scan the features and establish who it was. A silver stripe of hair ran along either side of the man's head and Hunter's jaw opened wide and then clamped back shut, a loud gulp following shortly after. The man stood naked except for two leather studded cuffs and a length of silver chain links around his neck that bore a pendant at the front that was circular in shape with a diamond encrusted cross in the centre.

“Hunter, I hope you've listened to every word she's had to say. You missed your chance and I'm fairly sure you know what I'm capable of. See, if there's anyone around here that hates you more than Steph it's me. Its time I got some payback for all the times you screwed me.”

The tone of the voice was as familiar as the sound of it and a shudder hit Hunter head to toe at the identity of the owner of the skilled hands that had already worked his body.

Shane.

~~x~~

“Sha- what the fuck? You've got to be kidding me right? Steph. Steph? Its your fucking brother! This is sick. What...what the hell is going on?”

Hunter panicked and pulled hard at the cuffs, swearing he could hear the leather tightening and the bolts holding them sinking further into the wood as he did. For every thrash he just got weaker and more out of breath, the fear of Shane's actions striking a terror into him that he had never felt before. Shane was always known as a cold and sadistic man, let alone lover, and that had never been lost on Hunter. They'd had their run ins over time but he'd tried to keep them at a minimum for the good of his own health. People who crossed Shane always seemed to end up hurt somehow and he'd never intended to add his name to that list.

“So just like my sister said, its time you learnt your lesson.”

Shane grasped the thick shaft of Hunter's still stiff cock and slid a bolo tie cock ring around it, adjusting it to be tight enough to be the wrong side of comfortable. Pleased with his handiwork he locked eyes with Hunter and smiled. Reaching down to the end of the bed he retrieved the clamps and applied one to each nipple. The pain would be starting to sink in through the shock shortly and he knew they'd start to hurt. Carefully he grasped the glass dildo that had dried out completely and resumed Steph's earlier actions, pressing it hard until he felt that small degree of give that he was looking for. Rotating it round he saw the look of pain etched on Hunter's face and it made him smile. There was plenty more where that came from.

Steph watched on from the corner of the room as her brother started to work the toy in his hand. She knew what was coming, she'd seen this before. Revenge McMahon style was always harsh and she found herself torn between compassion, hatred and arousal as she heard the words that escaped from her husband and brother's mouths.

“Shane, please. Fuck, you're hurting me. Can't we...urghhhhhh”

“Shut up Hunter. You know the rules, you usually make them right? Now lie back like one f your pet pain whores would and take this.”

Closing her eyes she let herself be absorbed into the moment and felt the noises connect with the nerve endings in her nipples which hardened up painfully beneath her shirt. Using the tips of her manicured fingers she agitated them further until she was panting in time with the strangulated cries that pierced the otherwise silent room.

Hunter's breathing was getting ragged. His cock hurt like hell, the head getting more and more engorged and sensitive as every attempt to fully penetrate him failed. He wanted to beg and moan for lube to be used, anything that would stop the unfamiliar sting that was distracting him from all other kinds of reasoning. The words just wouldn't come. He wouldn't allow himself to beg Shane or Steph for anything. Still he tried to get his legs together to no avail and Shane twisted the adjuster on the nipple clamps until he could be sure that the feelings had certainly gone back to pain from pleasure.

“Lick him Shane, I want to see you licking him.”

“Sounds good Steph, lets see how much he can take.”

Crawling onto the bed and climbing between the trembling legs Shane dipped his head down to Hunters' erection and licked a wet strip along it, working his mouth around the head and giving a sharp suck to it. The deathly groan it drew made him wonder just what small number of people, if any, had had the opportunity to do this to Hunter over time and if any of it had played out like this.

“Just like that Shane, make him moan. I want to hear the pain.”

Steph's voice was affected by the sharp breaths she was taking into her lungs. Momentarily she detached from her relationship with her brother and all she saw was her husband suffering from having his swollen cock sucked. It was doing things to her that she never expected tonight to do. Pressing her thighs together hard she felt the leather pull close around her crotch and she rocked in the chair to heighten the sensation.

“Shane, use your fingers, get him ready. I want to see you taking him.”

Not needing to be told twice Shane snaked his hand between the spread legs and pressed his middle finger into the tight space. He worked it around to widen the seemingly virgin hole ready for what he intended to do afterwards.

“Fuck Hunter, you're tight. You really have never bottomed before have you? You'll fuck like a true sub when I've finished with you. I'm going to slide so far inside you that you won't know where I begin and you end. Then I'm going to take that hole and fuck it so that you can hardly walk. And all the time you'll be begging me to do it.”

Hunter felt goosebumps appearing all over his skin. He'd tried so hard not to moan but with the sucking on his tortured member he just couldn't help himself. The licking had been bad enough but the warmth and pressure of the stretching inside his body put him right on the edge. He didn't want Shane's mouth or fingers but they felt good, despite everything, all the moral boundaries and personal boundaries disintegrating one by one, they felt good.

Bucking his hips away from the bed he tensed the muscles deep inside and tried to force the intruding finger out but all he succeeded in doing was allowing it to plough deeper inside.

“Shane, please. Please stop. Oh God Shane, please just...stop. Fuck.”

Smirking down at Hunter's face Shane could see wetness appearing in the very corners of the wide eyes. It spurred him on to reach for the fleshy bundle of nerve endings that a virgin like Hunter would never have experienced before. Internally he chastised himself for wanting to show off when he should be making this as rough as possible but he couldn't resist. Pressing the full pad of his finger against it he felt the bed almost raise away from the floor with the way Hunter's body convulsed beneath him.

Straddling one of Hunters' legs to keep him still Shane lowered his mouth back to the twitching cock and took as much in his mouth as he could, not sucking but just enveloping it in warm wetness. With his finger he rubbed decreasing circles deep inside Hunter, feeling the hips coming away from the bed to fuck his mouth. Shane allowed Hunter three rough half-strokes before he sucked hard, extracting another strangulated cry. Pulling back to check his progress he could see that the glistening head was now heading for purple and every vein stood proud of the taut skin. Running the pointed tip of his tongue over them he traced the full pattern until he could feel the pulse flutter against his tongue. Even he was unable to stifle the growl at the back of his throat knowing how hard he'd made Hunter.

Steph was finding it impossible to move her eyes away from the scene in front of her. She could see every movement of both bodies and she sensed the agony that Hunter was in under Shane's touch and total control. The stiff movements of his limbs indicated that he was really struggling with Shane topping him and that had made her more aroused that she'd been in some time. Watching the swallowing of the engorged flesh had made her slip one hand down between her clenched thighs and press her fingers against her crotch. The rocking got more intense as she saw Shane withdraw his finger and palm the smooth balls in his hand, the metallic rattling of the restraints nearly drowned out by moans.

“Oh...fuck...Shane, fuck him, for the love of God, just fuck him hard. I want to see it.”

Steph grabbed for the bottle of lube from the table and threw it onto the bed, narrowly missing flesh by centimetres. She undid the zip fly and button of her trousers and rammed her hand inside, feeling the wetness puddling where no underwear had been to contain it. She delved her fingers into the hot pool and sought out the fleshy nub that throbbed and hummed. Sliding a finger down either side of it she rubbed up and down, the close fit of the trousers keeping her hand close to her skin. Her hips jerked as she felt the flood further escaping from her and it drove her to rub faster until her groans met with the volume of the man being tortured just feet away. Steph was way past the point of no return with her hate and lust now mixing in a dangerously numbing cocktail in her head.

Shane turned for a second to see his sister enraptured and clearly not mentally in the room with them. He took that moment to grab the lube and lean down to steal a kiss from Hunter, clashing their mouths together in his penultimate act of dominance. His tongue slid easily into the panting mouth and he closed the air off for a split second just to show that he still held all the cards. Biting and licking at the split lip he felt Hunter try weakly to turn away but then come back and allow himself to be kissed, responding with what little energy he appeared to have left. It was deliciously out of character and Shane could only guess that Hunter's pride had been overruled by his need for release.

Breaking the kiss Shane whispered into Hunter's ear, a low whisper that he was sure only they would hear.

“Hunter, you've got no idea how long I've waited to do this. Give in to me and I'll give you everything. You'll never feel as good, never feel as right. Let me complete you. I want to get you off like never before. I'm going to be inside you Hunter, take me inside you and let me make you mine.”

For a moment that seemed like an eternity Hunter looked up into Shane's eyes. Finally all that hate was gone. All the ire and anger had dissipated and there was a clear and plain expression. Shane wanted him, wanted to please him and right now, Hunter knew that his head was a mess and he couldn't make sense of any of it all. Shane hated Hunter and Hunter hated Shane. That was how they'd always been and Hunter had no idea what could've changed so much.

The calculating part of his brain knew that the sooner he gave in then quicker it would all be over. His dilemma was that between the attention to his cock and the perverted nature of their non-union he was actually starting to get off on it. Seeing the heat in Shane's eyes he allowed himself to ponder what it would be like to be taken roughly, used in the way he had done to so many others. He'd watched them scream and plead for their orgasms as he'd whipped and screwed the hell out of them and always wondered what it was like at the moment of release when he'd said they could finally come.

Hunter licked his dry lips and in a low growl muttered the only words he could find.

“Make me want this.”

Shane knew his eyes would give his emotions up. He knew Hunter would see straight through the now-pretended anger and aggression and that would change the dynamics of who they were and what they were together for good. In the heat of the moment he'd finally admitted that he wanted Hunter, something he'd kept to himself for 13 years, expressing all his hurt over the years by causing trouble and treating Hunter badly at every possible turn.

“Steph, I need to undo his legs. It's not gonna happen with how tightly he's tied down. I want to hurt him not me.”

The distant voice penetrated the dreamlike state she was in and she managed to utter her agreement, desperate to see the two men together.

With no further prompting Shane turned to each ankle and undid the buckles, sliding them off and rubbing at the marks where they had bitten into the skin. Shuffling forward on his knees he looked straight at Hunter and clicked the bottle of lube, drizzling an obscene amount into his hand. He smeared some over his cock, rubbing and twisting his hand as he spread it out, his gaze fixed intently on the coffee coloured eyes that sparkled at him out of the near darkness.

The rest of the liquid was used to slick Hunter's entrance up, and Shane found himself sliding three fingers freely into the prepared opening, the moans from the man beneath him now less from pain than before. Shane withdrew his fingers and sat back on his heels and rested one hand on Hunter's calf, the view of which was obscured by his own body.

“You'd better be watching this Steph. This is what you wanted. This is what you asked me to do for you. I'm going to fuck him hard, make him sore, make him scream. I'm going to split this bastard in two.”

“Make him beg Shane, make him beg you to stop. He needs to learn that he can't do this to me, to the McMahon's.”

Steph continued working at her own orgasm, her shirt now unbuttoned revealing the contrast between the leather gear and her tanned skin. A black lace bra now sat haphazardly below her breasts where she had released them and she grew closer to the edge as she watched Shane lining himself up to violate her husband.

As Shane headed towards him Hunter drew his stiff legs up to bend at the knee to make the access easier and more pleasant. Try as he might he couldn't help but brace himself for the intrusion. He felt Shane push forward and slide in easily, the lube taking away the feeling of hot friction that the dildo and fingers had given him before. The cool feeling intensified as he lifted his pelvis and some of the lube trickled down the hot skin of his cleft. Hunter strained his arms hard against the cuffs and worked hard against the pounding of Shane's hips, the constant brushing and prodding of his prostate making him hungry for more contact.

“You want it Hunter, you want this? Beg me. Beg me or I stop now. Leave you high and dry.”

Hunter shook his head, only half pretending. He didn't know if he could make the words come out. He repeated the word please over and over in his head, willing his mouth to open and let the words out. No longer aware of Steph in the room he focussed on the man driving hard between his legs and pushed his head back to try and open his throat for the comprehensible words to come out between the groans.

Shane saw that Hunter was probably not far away from his climax and he slid his hand between their hips and loosened the cock ring, covertly sliding it off with his hand as he wrapped his fingers softly around the length and worked it in time with his thrusts. The change of the tone of the mews told him that he'd done the right thing. Pulling almost all the way out he paused for a second and ran his hand up the centre of Hunter's chest, still pumping his other hand up and down. Without warning he surged forwards again, grabbing Hunter's left hip in his hand and careering towards his own release.

“Shane...don't...stop. Fuck me...please...”

“Beg me Hunter. Don't stop, you want this, I know you do.”

The connection between them was made and it was soon going to be all over.

“Please...ahhh...Shane, harder, fuck me. Make me....ohhhhhh...I...I...”

The lilting tone of the pleading sounded alien to Hunter's own ears, hardly recognising his own voice and definitely not recognising the words as they left his mouth effortlessly. The combination of being filled and the ragged and rough treatment his aching cock was receiving took him to mental and physical places he'd never realised existed. As he felt the stiff flesh bump across his prostate one more time he was spilling over the edge, thick white splashes bursting onto his chest and running down over Shane's clenched fist.

Reaching forward Shane removed the nipple clamps, throwing them down onto the floor. In the background he heard squeals and moans that he knew could only be his sister's impending orgasm. He closed his eyes for a second and felt sandwiched between the walls of noise; Hunter still groaning as the last twitches hit him and Steph who was mouthing words he couldn't hear to understand but clearly enjoying herself.

Pulling Hunter's legs up further Shane pushed them back so that he could lean on them with the palms of his hands and sink ball deep into Hunter. The move helped to increase the pressure around him which milked his orgasm from him with minimal effort. Feeling Hunter underneath him writhing wordlessly he felt his spasms explode deep inside, filling the tight space, his own noises of pleasure now audible.

Steph watched as her brother collapsed on top of her husbands body, both men spent. Closing her eyes she replayed the submission forced upon her husband and how the waves of her climax had washed over her as she saw him orgasm hard. The tips of her fingers were still inside and she massaged with them gently, knowing that her own sweet spot had taken as much as it could but still wanting to tease it more.

Shane set about unfastening the cuffs and as he did the two strained and sore arms wrapped around him, the sheer electricity of the moment taking his breath away. He racked his mind for something to say, some words to make clear what it had meant to him but there were none suitable. Laid together in the darkness, bodies slicked and stuck together with the essences of each other Shane didn't think he'd ever felt more perfect or more satisfied. The ownership pendant around his neck felt like it burned a scar into the skin of his throat, knowing that if Hunter would take him as his sub or his dom then he would rip it from his skin there and then.

Hunter lay and stared at the ceiling, still trying to figure out what in hell had just happened between them. He tightened his grip around Shane who seemed like the only person who could protect him from Steph. He felt elated, exhausted and nauseous all at the same time, never wanting the contact between them to end but knowing that Shane's confession was already eating away at him.

Steph wandered over to the bed, stroking her hand up Shane's back as she got closer. The slick of sweat transferred itself to her digits and she idly licked it off, savouring the taste of his exertion. She fingered the chain that was suspended around his neck before grabbing it and pulling his head back sharply. Mere inches from her husband's face she engaged in a searing and violent kiss that Shane could only whimper into. Steph more than claimed his mouth and then moved on to Hunter. She kissed him more gently but knew that the taste of Shane on her tongue would be there. She waited for the resistance to come and for him to shove her away. When it didn't come she concentrated on the kiss and felt the tip of Hunter's tongue exploring her own, not fully aware that it was seeking every last trace of Shane.

Breaking the kiss she took one step back away from the bed and looked at the sight before her, the two men still tangled together and staring intently into one another's eyes. Steph felt a single tear escape and roll down onto her cheek. As she went to wipe it away the taint on her hand mocked her and she realized that not for the first time in her life, she may have inadvertently offered herself up to save someone else's fall.
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