Sean Waltman has his arms locked firmly around Mark's waist as they rode across country to a bikers meeting. His long hair pulled back in a ponytail, in order to keep it from bothering him with his helmet on. He has tight leather pants on, a black sleeveless shirt, and over that is a leather jack. On the leather jacket is firmly sewn Marks Bitch, above it, in larger writing, the gangs name, Fire angels, and below it an angel holding two guns, and fire underneath it.

Sean snuggles up closer to Mark, remembering the beginning of this life.

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He didn't join willingly, he had met Mark in a bar and had a few drinks with him, a pretty ordinary night. Mark asked him to dinner the next night, everything was normal. They went out for a while and not even a hint that he was a biker. Then one night, Mark showed up at his apartment and invited him to down to meet some friends. Sean remembered, his shock that Mark was a biker. Sean didn't know what to think, Mark invited him to a party. Sean said no, he had to work the next day and he didn't really like the idea of going to a biker party.

"Mark, I can't I have to work tomorrow," Sean stated nervously.

"Awe come on baby," Mark said smoothly, "Just for a few hours."

"I can't Mark," Sean said softly.

"Alright then we'll just have to do this the hard way," Mark suddenly stated, grabbing Sean's wrist.

Mark pulled him to the bike and forced him on it. Sean was so shocked that he didn't react when his one hand was handcuffed to the handle bar. Mark slammed a helmet on him and then started the bike. Sean couldn't think of anything to do, that wouldn't hurt both them, so he just hung on and cried.

They drove to a large farm house out in the middle of no where. It looked like an old plantation mansion of a rich Southerner. All of the bikes pulled to a stop and Mark got off the bike. Sean looked around, the place was pretty run down and there looked to be no one around for miles. When Mark turned to Sean, Sean shivered at the look in Mark's eyes. This was not the guy that he had dinner with or the guy he met in the bar, this was someone totally different.

Mark walked over to Sean and grabbed his cuffed hand, unlocked it from the bike. Sean nearly fell off the bike, in fear, but Mark had a vice like grip on his wrist, that kept him up right as he pulled Sean towards the house. They enter the place and it's filthy with bags, bottles and other garbage lying around. But the place is also outfitted with a old stained leather sofa and easy chair, pool table and modern stuff. Mark pulls Sean to a easy chair, and forces him to sit beside it, on the floor. Mark sits in the easy chair, but keeps one hand on Sean, making sure he didn't move. The rest of the bikers walk in and sit in the room, looking at Mark. "Now," Mark states drawing everyone's attention, "We have two things to deal with. First is Terri."

A pretty Blond girl walks in, Dressed in tight jeans and bright red halter top.

"Now Terri," Mark says, "You know what you have to do to become a member?"

Terri nods, never losing that award winning smile.

"Right Alright Show take her up to the room, and you may enjoy her first," Mark states.

Big Show grins and takes Terri by the arm, but Terri pouts, "What about you, Mark?"

"OH don't worry," Mark says smiling, "After I'm done with my bitch, I'll visit you."

Terri smiles and allows the Big Show to escort her up the stairs. Mark then takes Sean by the hair and pulls him so that he faces Mark.

"Now boy," Mark announces, "It's your turn.*

Sean lets outs a high pitched whimper and squirms causing pain to shoot though his scalp.

Mark just smirks and then stands pulling Sean over to the pool table. Sean watches in horror as a tall black haired man clears the table. Mark shoves Sean back first against the table, then picks him up by the waist, and forcing him to lay back first on the table.

"Hawk hold his hands down," Mark orders with a evil smile on his face.

The tall black haired man, Hawk, grabs Sean's hands and forces them above his head and down on the table. Mark then reaches and undoes Sean's pants and pulls them down around his ankles. Mark pulls of Sean's shoes and then pulls the pants completely off.

"No please Mark," Sean pleads, "You don't want to do this."

"Oh but I do, little one," Mark states, "and I'm going to enjoy it."

Mark brutally kisses, Sean, forcing his soft lips apart for his tongue to invade, the warm moist confines of Sean's mouth. Sean sobs into Mark's mouth, scared to do anything. Sean lets out a cry of pain, when Mark stabs a finger into his entrance. He can't help but feel relieved that it has lube on it. A second joins the first finger as Mark moves down Sean's neck, biting it, making him whimper. Mark continues to stretch Sean agonizingly, as Sean squirms against Hawk's grasp. Mark's fingers withdraw and Sean's whimpers knowing what comes next. Sean feels his legs raise onto Mark's shoulders and a blunt pressure at his entrance causing him closes his eyes. Pain like wild fire rips through his body, causing Sean to scream. The pain making the edges of him vision to turn black. Mark though forces all of his cock into Sean. Tears run down Sean's face, as he cries out. As his body tries to expel the invader Mark begins to move and pulls out until just the head is in and then thrusts all the way back inside. Sean's cries out in pain, until it finally lessens as the Mark continues. He then he calms into just sobs and whimpers. The rest of the gang watches this and cheers Mark on. Mark finally feels familiar tightening of the balls and soon shoots his release. He then collapses onto Sean, breathing heavy. Sean feels something running out of his entrance and prays it's semen and not blood. Mark finally regains control and stands placing his dick back into his pants.

"I chose right boy, your defiantly a keeper," Mark says cheerfully.

With that Mark grabs Sean and turns him over. Someone grabs Sean's feet and another holds his waist, making it impossible to move his lower section. Sean watches in pure fear as Mark takes out a lighter and what looks like a brand from a bag. Mark slowly heats the brand with his symbol on it, making sure Sean watches, enjoying the fear in Sean's eyes. Sean begins to beg and plead for Mark not to do this. Sean is no match for the three bikers, so he can only watch as the instrument become red hot. Finally when it's nearly glowing Mark moves towards Sean's ass and Sean lets out a scream of fear.

The instrument is pushed down onto Sean's left buttock, sending a wave of pain through Sean. He lets out another scream and tries to moves away as Mark pushes the instrument harder on Sean's body. Finally when it's pulled away, Mark's symbol is permanently etched onto Sean's body. The pain though is still there and as soon as the bikers let go, Sean curls into a fetal position, sobbing.

Mark suddenly brings his hand down on the offended buttock, making Sean scream, "Shut up, bitch, we're not through yet."

Sean sobs out, fear coursing through him, what else could they do to him.

He opens his eyes and sees Mark talking to two of his men. One is a tall brown haired man and the other is tall, but smaller and long black hair. Mark nods and waves his hand to the two of them. The tall brown haired one moves to Sean and Sean suddenly fearing that he going to be raped again tries to move.

But the black haired whispers to him gently, "Shh baby boy, we're just going to get you cleaned up."

Sean still terrified, remains silent, as the tall one, picks him up and carries him out of the pool room, upstairs. Moans from what sound like Terri and Paul come from one room as they pass. They enter a large room, and the black haired man, goes into the connected bathroom and Sean hears water running in the tub. The man come back and grabs a blanket from the bed. The tall one sets Sean on his feet and the shorter one wraps him in the blanket. "I'm Kevin Nash," the tall one says, looking down at Sean with pity in his eyes.

"I'm Scott Hall," Says the Black haired one, "Chico, we need to get you cleaned up."

Sean nods and allows Scott to lead him into the bathroom, with Kevin following. Scott strips him of his only remaining clothing and Kevin gently picks him up and sets him in the tub. Sean whimpers as the warm water touches the brand and his battered entrance. Scott grabs a cloth and wipes off his face, gently.

"Shh I know babyboy," Scott says softly, "But don't worry soon it won't hurt, I promise."

Sean looks at the two of them and feels tears slipping down his face, "Why do you guys care?"

Scott gently washes Sean chest as he talks, "Because we don't agree with what Mark is doing."

"Why don't you leave, then?" Sean asks, beginning to calm and think clearly.

"Because if we do we'll die," Kevin states bluntly, "They'll hunt us down. We joined this group at a young age and now we're stuck."

Scott washes Sean's back and down his arms, "We can't help you very much Chico, but we'll do the best we can."

Sean nods, and grabs a hold of Scott's neck sobbing into the crook of Scott's neck. Scott just wraps his arms around Sean and rubs his back, saying soothing words. Finally once Sean sobs it all out, Scott finishes washing him and helps him out of the tub and wraps him up in a towel.

"I see why he chose you," Kevin states, Sean jumps backing away, "Whoa, kid, I was just going to say your beautiful."

Sean nods, "Thanks."

Scott glares at Kevin and moves to a bag sitting on the floor. In there are black leather pants and sleeveless mesh shirt.

"I guess these are yours," Scott states.

Sean shakes his head in disbelief as Scott gently pushes him to sit on the bed and helps him dress. Finally Sean is dressed, but he's about ready to drop.

Scott sighs, "Sean I'm going to give you one piece of advice. Don't fight Mark. He can either be a asshole, with somewhat of a good side, or the devil himself."

Sean nods, "Will he let me go?"

Scott and Kevin share a Glance and Kevin Speaks, "I'm sorry Sean, as far as Mark is concerned you're his property now."

Sean looks down and begins to sob softly and Scott wraps an arm around him, "Shh Sean things will get better."

The door slams open making Sean jump and he turns to see Mark enter. He looks over Sean and smiles.

"You look good bitch," Mark states, as he steps forward and kisses Sean forcing his mouth open.

Scott and Kevin both take their leave and Mark breaks the kiss, "Get your ass into bed, boy."

Sean scrambles into the bed and curls up, terrified. Mark though just climbs in the other side and pulls Sean to him and falls asleep. Sean exhausted both mentally and physically finally drifts off.

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Sean sighs as Mark pulls to a stop at the Biker meeting. The week hadn't been as bad as he thought it would be. All he has to do is be available, for Mark. The Rest of the Gang takes no notice of him, but they have Terri and any young boy they cross. He sits back as Mark climbs off the bike and strides right to the other leader. They slap hands and embrace. Sean watches cautiously as the leader grins and motions them in. Kevin and Scott lead Sean and the rest in.

Kevin and Scott where true to their word, they where the only people he could talk to and trust, but that only goes so far. He looks at his wrist and wish that Mark would at least for one second give him access to a knife some glass, anything. But Mark thought of everything. He curls up in a corner and Scott sits near him, sipping beer.

"Hey Chico you hanging in there?" Scott asks, tipping his chin up.

Sean sighs and nods, "Yeah somewhat."

Scott nods and pulls him close, wrapping an arm around him as he holds the opening of the bottle of beer to Sean's lips. Sean drinks it eagerly, thirsty and just to try and numb the pain. Scott though pulls it away after a bit and strokes his hair. Kev stands off talking to another biker but every so often he steals a glance in their direction. Mainly for Scott's sake. Sean can't help but get a wistful look. Kev was so protective of Scott and loves him so much, Sean can't help but curl close to Scott as he wonders who would ever love him now, after all of this.

He looks up as another Bike Gang enters and he blinks as he notices a god walk in. Long blond hair, blue eyes and a warm smile. He reads the name and the name would stay in his mind forever, Hunter.