Shane McMahon was a man who knew how to pick the right time. For instance, when he wanted his father to agree to something that he would normally veto, he would pick a time when, say, Vince was enjoying the oral talents of one Steve Austin. Such a time had just sprung up, and Shane had just knocked on the door to his father's office, papers in hand.
"Dad, I need to speak with you briefly," he declaring, stepping uninvited into the room. He made sure not to look under his father's desk, having no desire to see what was going on. He had caught his father plenty of times, and it was never a pretty picture.
"Can't this wait?" Vince gasped, his face flushed and his chest moving heavily.
"I just need you to sign this." Shane set the papers down before Vince, handing his father a pen. "Just some little add on to Taker's contract. We talked about it before, remember?" They hadn't, but he knew he could get away with his little lie, considering the state his father was currently in.
"Right, right," Vince muttered, quickly scrawling his name across the papers. "Is that all."
"Yep." Shane gathered up his treasures, turning to leave. "Thanks dad." He closed the office door behind him, a wicked grin spreading across his face as he glanced over the papers. All he had to do was file them and take a copy to show Taker, and the big man was his.
"What's the meaning of this?" Taker roared, storming into Shane's office and slamming a note onto the desk. The note had been placed in his locker by the Boy Wonder himself, Shane having written a detailed description of what he desired.
"Is there a problem?" Shane smirked, propping his feet up on his desk and meeting the larger man's stare dead on.
"Damn right there's a problem," Taker growled. "This was better be a joke!" He motioned to the note, his eyes blazing with fury.
"Oh, honey, it's not joke," Shane replied coolly. "See, I'm the boss. And if I say I want you in my hotel room in handcuffs, then you're going to be."
"Not if Vince has anything to say about it!" Taker whirled around, heading for the door.
"Actually, my father has nothing to say about it," Shane called after him. "I have some papers here you might find here interesting." He waved the papers in the air, still smirking as the Dead Man snatched them out of his hand, the big man's face growing stormier the more he read. "You see, according to these papers, which you may noticed my father has signed, I now have the power to terminate you personally. No other approval is needed. And what that means, big man, is that if you don't do what I say, then you're out of a job."
"This is ridiculous!" Taker objected, throwing the papers in Shane's face. "You can't do this."
"How can't it?" Shane smirked. "Believe me big man, I can do it! And don't think you'd be a huge loss to this company, either. If I did have to fire you, I'd be sure to give the PR wizards plenty of dirty to throw on you. No one would want to hire you after the reasons I'd come up with for your release. I'm not stupid, Taker. You'll be in my hotel room tonight, and you'll do everything I tell you to, or you're fired. Got it?"
Shane got only a growl in response, the big man's eyes blazing with resentment. "I said, got it?" Shane hissed, his eyes narrowing. "I know this'll take some getting used to, but you'd better behave! I don't take any crap from my bitches!"
"Your bitch?" Taker spluttered, his face growing red.
"Uh huh." Shane chuckled, stroking the papers Taker had thrown at him. "That's exactly what you are now, bitch. I think you'll make a great bitch. And you look so delectable when you're angry! Actually, I don't think I want to wait until tonight. Why don't you just lock that door and I'll start teaching you how to please me?"
"Look, you little - " Taker began.
"Uh uh uh!" Shane objected, wagging his finger at the big man. "Now that's not the way a bitch talks to his master! I mean it big man. Lock that door and get on your knees over here, or as of this minute, you're fired!"
Taker stood stock still, glaring hatefully at the McMahon heir.
Shane waited a moment, then sighed sadly. "Ok. It pains me to have to do this, but I never go back on my word." He picked up the phone, punching in a few numbers. "Is this accounting services? Good. This is Shane McMahon. I'll be sending you a memo on this later, but I wanted to give you a heads up that you should cancel the next paycheck and all bonuses for - "
"Wait," Taker spoke up, his eyes blazing with resentment.
Shane raised his eyebrows. "Hang on a sec," he said into the phone, covering the receiver with his palm and glancing at Taker. "Yes?"
Taker growled, sliding the lock on the door closed and moving to stand in front of the young heir. Shane pointed to the floor, smirking as Taker sunk to his knees. "Never mind, my mistake. Cancel that," he said into the phone, putting it back into its cradle. "Glad to see you've had a change of heart. I'll settle for a blowjob for now, but you'd better make it damn good. And when we get back to the hotel, I'm gonna cuff you up and find out just how tight that big ass of yours is. After you've taken a shower, of course, 'cos I want you clean." Shane wrinkled his nose as he glanced over the bigger man's physique. "Come to think of it, I want you to start hitting the gym more often. I'll have an aid check that you go every day. You look like you're carrying a damn cruiser weight around in fat!"
Taker growled, but Shane just rolled his eyes. "As sexy as the tough shtick can be, I like my men submissive. You do what I went when I want! When I say jump, you say how high! Got it?" Taker muttered something under his breath. Shane frowned, jerking his chin up. "I said, got it?"
"Yes," Taker growled, his eyes narrow.
"Good." Shane leaned back in his chair, picking up some papers to read. "Now get to work on that blow job, I haven't got all night! And I do expect you to swallow, because I hate messes. Oh, and don't expect me to do something stupid, like fall in love with you. I'm not as dumb as my father is, and I'm not gonna let any man lead me around by my balls the way Austin does with him. I know the difference between a whore and a lover, and you're sure as hell not gonna be the latter! I've got a boyfriend, and if I want to fall in love, I'll do it with him. By the way, one word about this to anyone, and I'll not only fire you, but sue you for slander as well." He paused for a moment to think, then shrugged. "Ok, I think that's it. Now suck it, and don't make me come until I tell you I'm ready!" He sat back to enjoy what he was about to receive, musing once again that it was good to be the McMahon heir.
THE END
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