The Undertaker try to fight back but the Big Show his beating the hell out of him. All of a sudden the beating stop., he look up long enough to see Heyman and Big Show running from Nathan Jones, the new comer to the WWE. Taker can't help himself, he check him out from head to toe. The muscles rippling under his skin, he strong muscular thighs clad in a pair of black dress pants. Taker manage to get up and follow Nathan up the ramp.

"Thanks man," Taker say, extending his hand to shake Nathan's hand.

"You're welcome man," Nathan answer, shaking his hand.

Taker can't help but admire Nathan's body, he understand his nickname of the colossus after all Nathan his every bit as big as he is.

"Hey Nathan, how about I buy you dinner?" Taker ask, "just as a thank you for helping me."

"Sure, I'll meet you in your dressing room in about 20 minutes, if it's all right with you?" Nathan answer, looking up at Taker.

"OK, see you later," Taker answer as he walk to his dressing room.

Half and hour later Taker hear a knock on his dressing room door.

"Come in," he say,  his back to the door.

Taker turn around, he feel like he was punch in the stomach, Nathan look great, black leather pants, a white muscles shirt and black biker boots.

"Hey Nathan, come in, I was wondering if it would be all right if we ate in my room?" Taker ask, smiling, "I'm a little too tired to go out."

"Sure Taker, it's fine with me," Nathan say, following Mark out of his dressing room.

"Taker I was wondering if I could get a ride with you, I came here with Brock and his match is not over yet," Nathan ask, looking at Taker.

"Sure if you don't mind my motorcycle," Taker answer, smiling at him.

"I don't mind," Nathan say, smiling back at him.

They leave, Nathan sit behind Taker wondering what it's going to hold on to. Taker notice his hesitation, he turn around grabbing Nathan's hands placing them around his waist.

"I'm the only thing you can hold on to," Taker say, with a chuckle.

Nathan hold on to Taker finding the smell of his cologne and of the man totally intoxicating. He move his hand down closer to Taker's manhood. Taker smile knowing that he would get some action that night.

"Where here," Mark say, stopping the motorcycle in the parking lot of the hotel.

They go straight for the elevator, they are alone and Nathan decide to be bold, he stand in front of Taker pushing him back until he hit the back wall of the elevator. Nathan take his lips hungrily, Taker respond by kneading his ass roughly. The elevator stop at their floor, they quickly walk to Taker's room incapable of keeping their hands off each other. They drop their bags right next to the door. Taker kiss Nathan hard, maneuvering him toward the bed. He lay down next to him, pressing his hand against Nathan's hardening manhood, Nathan can't help the moan that escape his lips.

Taker push his shirt up, Nathan sit up as he push his shirt over his head. Taker kiss every inch of new skin that come into view, Taker push him back down on the bed, he suck on his nipples turning them into hard little nubs. He undo his belt and button, he pull down on his zipper with his teeth, his chin brushing against his hard manhood all the way down. Nathan raise his hips to help Taker take off his pants. Nathan pull Taker down on the bed rolling  on top of him, he straddle his waist.

"My turn now, first of all you're wearing way to much clothes," Nathan say, putting his fingers in the collar of Taker's shirt, ripping it off of him.

"That's better," Nathan say, smiling wickedly

He suck on the nipples turning them into hard  little nubs. Taker scream in pain as Nathan bite on his nipples leaving deep teeth mark.

Taker look up at Nathan, pleasure shooting right to his groin. Nathan smile looking down at the big man under him.

"Do you like it rough Deadman?" he ask, pinching his nipples again.

Mark just nod, suddenly realizing that he just might have met his match in Nathan Jones.

"Take of your pants," Nathan order, getting off the bed..

He goes to his bag, he come back with a few toys that he was planning to use on Taker. Taker gasp when he see the cock ring, the handcuffs, the vibrator and the knife.

"Put your arms above your head," Nathan order in a tone that didn't leave room for argument

Taker obey, knowing that he would get the two thing he love the most pain and a good fuck.

He feel the cold steel of the handcuffs, he struggle, his muscles bbulgingbut he stop, finally having to admit that he was trap, there was nothing he could do to escape, not that he wanted to.

Taker yelp in pain as Nathan grab his shaft giving it a hard squeeze.

He straddle Taker's waist, he bit down on his pecs, Taker groan, the pain almost too much for him, Taker can feel the skin breaking. Nathan lick the blood sipping out of the bite wound. He grab Taker by the hair forcing him to open his mouth, he stick his bloody tongue in Taker's mouth. Taker suck on it hungrily, loving the coppery taste of his own blood...                                                                           
He take out his knife, running the side of the blade on Taker's face, laughing when Taker shiver in response

"Do you like that Old Man," Nathan say, with a wicked smile on his face.

Taker nod emphatically, feeling bolts of pleasure as Nathan run the knife all over his body. Taker can't help but tense when he feel the knife run the length of his erect shaft.

"Answer me Deadman, I want to hear you say it," Nathan say. "Do you like it Deadman."

"Yes I do," Taker say, the pleasure shooting through his body.

Taker look up at Nathan as he take the knife and make a cut on his chest, deep enough to bleed but not to need stitches Taker moan as the pain and pleasure eradiate through his body. Taker feel his orgasm being torn out of him.

"I'M COMING," Taker scream, his body arching off the bed.

"Oh no you're not," Nathan say, expertly sliding the cock ring on him.

Taker gasp, feeling his cock swell to twice his size.

"Please Nathan fuck me, I need you inside me," Taker beg in need.

"Fine with me," Nathan answer, nudging Taker's legs further apart.

Nathan stroke himself to full erectness, he place the head of his shaft at Taker's entrance.

"Ready Deadman," Nathan say, pushing himself inside of Taker not waiting for the answer.

Taker howl in pain, feeling himself being stretch to his limit. Nathan thrust in and out of him hard. Taker can feel something sticky and warm dripping down his legs, he knows that he's bleeding. Nathan doesn't stop, he pound into Taker as hard as he can.

"Make...come...need...come," Taker moan, almost incoherent with the pleasure and pain rushing through his body.

"You want to come Deadman, beg me for it," Nathan say, give Taker's shaft a hard squeeze

"Please, make me come, please I'm begging you please I need to come," Taker beg, looking up a Nathan.

"Come on Deadman, you can do better then that," Nathan say, kneading Taker's balls roughly.

"Please make me come, I'm going to fucking die if you don't let me come," Taker scream, tears running down his face.

Nathan lick some of the blood off of Taker's chest. He remove the cock ring, Taker gasp as the blood rush back to his cock. Nathan undo the handcuffs, placing Taker's hand on his shaft.

"Jerk off Deadman, make yourself come for me," Nathan say, pinching his nipples hard.

Taker stroke himself hard, moaning loudly as Nathan thrust inside of him almost savagely.

Taker let out a glass shattering roar, as he come, his abundant release overflowing his hand and landing on his chest. Nathan gasp as he feel Taker's muscles clinching around his shaft hard, he thrust into him one more time, filling him with his seed.. He collapse on Taker's chest as they both ride the aftershock of their earth shattering orgasm. Nathan remove himself from Taker, he look down at his lover almost pass out because of their love making. He smile, thinking that the Undertaker also known as The American Bad Ass his not so tough after all. He goes to the bathroom cleaning himself up quickly, he goes back to the bed with a warm washcloth cleaning the come and the blood off his chest. Taker sigh in relief when Nathan clean the inside of his thighs, he feel a bolt of pain shooting up his body when Nathan clean the crack of his ass.

Nathan goes back to the bathroom to put the washcloth away. He goes to his bag to get a tube of antiseptic ointment, that he gently apply on each of the cuts on Taker's chest, he use Taker's torn shirt to clean his hands. He try to get up but Taker grab him by the wrist.

"Where do you think you're going?" he ask, his green eyes locking with Nathan's brown one

"Back to my room, after a session like this my lover usually doesn't want me around anymore," Nathan say, looking back at him.

"Well baby, as you get to know me better and you will, I'm not like most people I want you to stay with me," Taker say pulling him back on the bed.

"Are you sure about it," Nathan ask looking back at him.

"Yes I'm sure, I want you to discover and you will, that payback is a bitch," Taker say in a sleepy voice. "Next time it's my turn to be on top, I can't wait to see if the colossus from Bogo Road can take it as well as he can dish it out."

Nathan smile quickly pulling Taker against his chest, he feel Taker even breathing on his chest and he realize that Taker is asleep. He smile thinking that the colossus from Bogo Road had just met his match in the Undertaker. He fall asleep a silly grin on his face.
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