Superpower Summit: Chapter 2

     Once he caught his breath, Punk sat back in the driver's seat and looked over at AJ with a mischievous grin. "I don't know if that was supposed to shut me up or not, but if it was, it didn't work. You might need to try it again." He said, looking at her expectantly.

     "Right," she replied, rolling her eyes yet again. "Because its certainly not because you just want me to touch your cock."

     "Can you blame me though?" He asked rhetorically. "I mean, there I was, just minding my own business one day, and then you had to show up and start confessing all your dirty little secrets to me. What was I supposed to do? Not get turned on?"

     "I don't know, how about not tell your girlfriend that I still have a massive crush on her after all these years?" she said, annoyed. "That was supposed to stay between you and me."

     "Well yeah, but...come on...put yourself in my shoes for a second. Imagine you're me, and this girl who looks like you starts talking about how lucky you must be to get to sleep with Lita every night, and how she doesn't usually get down with chicks, but your girlfriend is the one woman she would make an exception for. What would you do?" he asked, looking back at her with a smile. 

     "I don't know what I'd do, because I'm not controlled by my penis," she responded, fluttering her long, dark eyelashes as she smirked back at him. "I can only think like a rational human being, unfortunately."

     "HA! Like you know anything about rational," he shot back, earning a deadly glare from her. 

     "You better watch it there, pal...this crazy chick isn't afraid to put you in your place," she said, her voice lower and foreboding. He glanced over to see her looking at him with a very disconcerting expression on her face, somewhere between sweetness and pure evil. His cock jumped at the sight of it and he sighed.

     "God, you're sexy," he told her, transfixed. 

     "I know..." she said, "my 'crazy chick' routine really works for you, doesn't it?" She rested her small hand on his thigh, squeezing it lightly.

     Punk laughed slightly, looking down at the obvious lump in his pants. "Take a guess," he replied, his eyes wandering up to her breasts in the tight v-neck t-shirt she was wearing. He whined and held his hand out, yearning to touch those pert mounds. 

     "Behave yourself, Mr. Brooks," AJ chastised, "or you'll be sorry." She passed her hand over her breast, squeezing it as she gave him a knowing smile. 

     "Oh really?" Punk asked, intrigued. "How could you possibly make me sorry at this point, unless you're gonna back out now or something? Please don't do that though...not now," he said, pouting adorably at her until she giggled and looked away.

     As Punk sat there looking at the back of her head as she gazed out the window, he wondered if he had said something wrong. But she surprised him, reaching down beside the car seat and pulling the seat back lever, laying back as far as the seat would go. 

     AJ looked back at Punk, a wicked little smirk crossing her pretty mouth as she hiked up her denim miniskirt, exposing a pair of pink bikini panties with skulls on them. "This is how I'm gonna make you sorry, you impatient, horny little  boy. You're gonna sit there and drive while I think about all the things I'm gonna do to your girlfriend in just a short while." Her hand slid down the front of her underwear, and she began to rub circles around her tingling clit as she spread her legs wider, resting a sneakered foot on the dashboard.

     Punk's mouth dropped open as he struggled to concentrate on driving with this lewd act happening next to him while they drove down the freeway. "Both hands on the wheel," she reminded him sternly before going back to teasing her pussy. "You'll get yours soon enough."

     He sat there completely in awe of her perfect naked thighs, muscles flexing as she closed her eyes in concentration. His eyes darted back and forth between her crotch and the road, a frustrated groan escaping him. "Oh my God, you really are evil," he moaned.

     "Oh, you have no idea," she answered, pulling the panties to the side, exposing her petite pink slit and running a finger down, pulling her wetness up over her outer lips. She rubbed her slick juices all over her little pussy, going back to that same circular motion, her breathing getting faster and her body writhing. 

     Curious, Punk asked, "What are you thinking about doing to her? Are you gonna rub her pussy just like that?" His dick throbbed as the words left his mouth. 

     "Yeah," she said breathlessly, her motions picking up speed, her hips starting to lift up slightly as her eyes remained closed, lost in the fantasy. "But if I'm that close to it, I'm gonna put my mouth right on her pretty little cunt and tongue-fuck it..." Her voice fell to a whisper as she grew more and more turned on.

     As the maddeningly exciting scent of her arousal began to fill the car, Punk had to reach down and squeeze his pleading cock just to stop it from twitching. He winced and moaned, "Fuck, girl....I so want to see you do that. I think you two are gonna get along famously. What else are you going to do?" He asked, egging her on.

     She draped her other foot across the car and into Punk's lap, giving him a good view of her juicy, inviting cunt. She then dipped two fingers inside herself and moaned softly, looking at him once again as she pulled them out, slick with her wetness. She went right back to stroking her swollen clit, biting her pouty bottom lip as she brought herself to the edge.

     "Unhhh, then I wanna wrap my lips around her little throbbing clit and suck it so good that she won't be able to help but explode in my mouth...and she'll cum all over my fucking face...and I'll fucking lick it all up...unhh oh God...yeah fuckkk...."

     AJ let out an ear-piercing scream as her orgasm ripped through her body, her foot pressing against the dashboard as she frantically rubbed her pulsing clit. Her wetness gushed out onto the leather upholstery as she cried and cursed loudly, Punk holding her foot in his lap and surreptitiously grinding his hard cock against it the whole time. Luckily for him, she either hadn't minded or hadn't noticed. 

     Once she calmed down somewhat, she primly closed her legs again and pulled her skirt back down, bringing the seat back upright again. When she finally looked at Punk again, he looked like he was having all he could do not to pull over and just plow that frustratingly gorgeous pussy right then. "Hey, what did I tell you? Behave, young man, and maybe your woman will share me with you later," she teased, sticking a wet finger into his mouth.

     Punk sucked longingly on it, whimpering as he got a taste of her, the sensation going straight to his begging cock. "God I fucking hope so," he replied, then added, "speaking of which, we're almost home." He grinned as he watched her fixing her hair in the visor mirror. "So fucking close," he groaned again, squeezing his persistent hard-on in one hand as he hit the blinker for the off-ramp with the other.

     

     

     

Fanboy Hell: Chapter 2

     When Punk finally opened his eyes again, he squinted, eyes not wanting to focus in the inside light. He quickly became aware of the pounding ache in his head from where he launched into the kitchen cabinet.

     He blearily tried to move, instinctively attempting to stand, and a spike of panic shot through him as he realized he was restrained. As a surge of adrenaline began to run through him, he snapped to instantly and looked down to see himself wrapped (rather artfully) in black rope, arms securely bound behind him.  

     He heard a voice from close behind him, whispering into his ear. "Hey there, Sleeping Beauty, finally decided to join the party, huh?" He twisted his head around to see and found himself face to face with Roman, who was sitting behind him, Punk's back leaning against his broad chest. Punk immediately started to struggle against the restraints, but it was no use. Ro chuckled at his futile effort, adjusting a couple of the knots at the front of the rope chest harness he had painstakingly tied onto him while Punk was unconscious.

     "By all means, struggle all you want...but I think you'll find that you're very securely tied up." Roman said, looking rather proud of his handiwork. 

     "What the FUCK?!?! Wha- I don't..." Punk responded, still not fully aware of what was happening. As his eyes adjusted to the light, he saw movement across the room. He shook his head and put all his effort into trying to see. Before his eyes were able to focus, he heard that raspy voice again, mocking him. 

     "Puuuunnnnkyyy," Dean called to him in a singsong voice, waving his one free hand in Punk's direction. It was then that Punk saw everything. Dean's other hand was busy holding Seth down by the throat, pinned down on the couch opposite the one Punk and Roman were sitting on. Seth's hands were bound together over his head with rope and tied off around the leg of the couch. Dean was straddling him, his pants undone and his cock out, fully hard. 

     Punk could see the spit dripping off of Dean's thick rod, and from the looks of Seth's open, gasping mouth, he quickly figured out what had been going on while he was unconscious. He also felt something happening between his legs, and he looked down to see Ro's hand shoved down the front of his pajama pants, gripping his cock and stroking it slowly. He felt a flush of embarrassment when he realized he was already hard and pulsing in Roman's fist. 

     "Oh, looks like we're busted, Roman...he's onto us..." Dean said sarcastically. "Yeah, well, something tells me he doesn't mind it too much," Ro replied, pulling down the front of Punk's pants to reveal his undeniable hard-on. He gripped it and stoked it upward, squeezing it toward the tip. Punk groaned involuntarily, struggling under the restraints, his face turning red with frustration. 

     "Why are you doing this?" Punk asked, exasperated. He met Dean's stare, challenging him. Dean laughed, shaking his head. "Why? You really have to ask why? Ok, how about you fucked this bitch right here," he said, grabbing Seth's face and turning it toward Punk, "and you didn't even have the courtesy to ask permission first?" He got up off the couch, slapping Seth hard across the mouth before walking over to stand in front of Punk and Roman. He didn't bother to zip his pants back up, and he stepped up to Punk's face, making sure he got a good look at his thick, veiny cock, still glistening with Seth's saliva. 

     "You have any idea how hard it is to find a slut like that? Huh?" Dean interrogated, gesturing back to Seth. "You know how long it's taken for us to break that ass in just the way we like it? And then you gotta go and fuck that all up," he snarled, slapping Punk hard across the face as well. "I dunno what you're talking about, man...I didn't fuck him, I swear." Punk pleaded, trying to stay calm. Dean grimaced and spun around, his hands running through his hair as though he was trying not to freak out. He picked up the comic book and turned back, shoving the cum-covered, autographed page in Punk's face. "THEN WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT THEN?!?" he shouted in his ear, smacking him upside the head with it. 

     Punk swallowed hard and said, "Look, I'm telling you the truth. Yeah, that's my cum, but I didn't fuck him." He looked  at Seth, who said quietly, "I told you guys." Dean turned around and straddled Seth's face again, jamming his cock all the way down his throat and holding his head there until he started to gag on it. He pulled it out and laughed as Seth coughed and whined. "What did I tell you about lying to me, huh? You fucking cheap whore. You'll fuck anything with a cock and a set of balls you can suck dry...why should I believe anything that comes out of that slut mouth, exactly?"

     Before Seth could respond, Punk answered, "Because it is fucking true, ok? If you really must know, I let him fuck me," he said, his cheeks flushing. "And I don't care what you think about it. He's not a bitch, either...you guys just treat him that way." He looked at Seth and his eyes softened slightly. 

     Dean caught eyes with Roman and they both laughed in unison. Roman said, "I don't think you understand. Seth is what we like to call a power bottom. Meaning, he doesn't top. Ever. He's our bitch," he said, leaning into Punk, his voice dropping to just above a whisper, "and he knows that we're the only ones who can give him what he needs, the way that he needs it." Ro's hand kept stroking Punk's pulsing cock, and although Punk still wasn't sure if he was in real danger or not, his body was responding on its own. He hunched his hips up toward Roman's hand and moaned, looking directly at Dean the whole time.

     "Well apparently you don't know him as well as you think, then, because not only did he top me, but he was really good at it, too," Punk antagonized, his dick throbbing as he said it. 

     Dean laughed again, shaking his head slowly. "Is that right?" He asked. "You hear that, Roman? It sounds like we've got another bitch to break in."

     Ro chuckled softly, bringing his other hand up and closing it around Punk's throat. "Yeah, this one obviously needs a serious dicking if he's desperate enough to convince the biggest cock whore in existence to fuck him." He turned Punk's head to look him in the eye, his face red from the humiliation and lack of oxygen. "You mean to tell me you had the chance to put your cock in that tight ass of his and you passed it up to get your hungry little asshole filled? Huh? Do you need dick that bad?"

     "Fuck you," Punk spat back at him, even though his heart was racing. 

     "Oh, I don't think that's what you really want, is it, slut? What do you think, Dean?"

     Dean got up and walked back over to stand in front of Punk, reached down and held his cock straight out, putting a hand on the back of his head to pull it toward him. Punk stiffened and resisted with all his might, but Roman forcefully shoved him forward, hand still squeezing his neck. Before Punk knew it, Dean's cock was forcing its way into his mouth. Dean thrusted in and out several times quickly, roughly fucking his face as Roman continued to choke him. The veins in Punk's neck stood out  as he turned a deeper shade of red, eyes watering. Dean finally pulled out and Ro removed his hand, both of them laughing spitefully as Punk gasped and heaved, trying to stay conscious this time. 

     "Aw yeah, that's a slut mouth alright," Dean said, breathing heavier. "I say we give him what he wants, and maybe he won't go using other peoples' property anymore without asking."

     

     

     

     

Breathe Into It

     "Come on, just lift up with your arms and push your hips up," said Seth, leaning over Dean as he tried valiantly to push himself up into wheel pose. Seth tried to assist by lifting up on his lower back, but one of his hands managed to stray down to Dean's ass, cupping a round, firm cheek for a moment before Dean let out a loud groan and dropped to the floor like a sack of potatoes, sweating profusely.

     "Sorry, I didn't mean to distract you.....my hand slipped," Seth apologized, rubbing the sweat off the back of his neck, a slight smirk playing on his lips.

     "It's alright, I wasn't gonna be able to hold it anyway," Dean replied, breathing heavily. "Jesus, does it have to be hotter than Satan's taint in here? My lungs feel like they're gonna spontaneously combust, for fuck's sake."

     "Yes, believe it or not, it does," Seth answered, moving over next to Dean onto his yoga mat. "Because the heat and the humidity help lengthen and relax all those muscles that get so tense, and then you can do stuff like this-"

     Quickly and gracefully, Seth bent down and went into a handstand, his abdomen flexing as he held himself under complete control. Dean couldn't help but blatantly eye-hump him as he showed off for him, especially since the tiny white Under Armour shorts he was wearing were stuck to him like a second skin. His entire body was glistening, and sweat dripped off of him, making little pools on the mat below.

     He then brought one leg forward and the other back, going into an upside-down split, his back muscles undulating as he supported his weight. He brought both legs straight back up again and then switched, bringing them back into a split on the other side. He grunted softly as he stabilized, his serratus muscles cutting deep zigzags down his sides. Then, he brought them back to straight up once more, toes pointing to the ceiling as he continued to remain calm and balanced. 

     "And then, when you become a supple panther like me, you can bring it back into wheel," he said, voice slightly strained from being upside-down. He brought one leg down behind him and then the other, arching gracefully up into wheel pose and straightening both arms. He looked over at Dean from his odd vantage point, smiling just a bit arrogantly, sweat streaming off his forehead onto the mat. 

     "Yeaaahhh," Dean replied, not at all sold on the idea. I hope you know I will NEVER be able to do that. I mean, shit, 99% of people will never be able to do that shit. You're just like, some kind of bendy freak of nature or something." he huffed, toweling off his sweaty, red face, leaning back on his elbow. 

     Seth laughed, his form crumbling, sending him thudding down onto the mat on his back. Looking over at Dean, he said, "You could totally do that too, if you really worked on your flexibility in your hamstrings, and practiced yoga on a regular basis. And it probably wouldn't hurt to not be wearing heavy-ass, non-breathable polyester basketball shorts to do it in, either." He smirked, looking Dean up and down as he lay there, still trying to recover his breath from his prior exertion. 

     "Yeah, I know, you just wanna see the goods, don't you?" Dean asked, grabbing his junk through the waterlogged material of his shorts, jutting it in Seth's direction. "Face it, if I was wearing the kind of shorts you're wearing right now, we wouldn't have even made it to wheel pose, you little whore." He said, sticking his tongue out and giving him a one-sided grin as he ran a hand through his sopping wet hair.

     Seth looked back at Dean, eyes lingering on his crotch momentarily before finally making eye contact. "Fuck you.....for being right, you dick." Seth chuckled, knowing he had to own up to what Dean obviously knew was true.

    "Well," Dean suggested, "I think as long as ONE of us is a supple panther, and all crazy bendy and shit, and that one of us is you, we'll be all set."

     "And," Seth added, "as long as one of us can still bring a yoga session to a screaming halt at the mere suggestion of him doing it wearing skintight shorts, and that one of us is you, I'll be more than happy."

     

Fanboy Hell: Chapter 1

     After another long day of travel, Punk's bus was finally parked for the night in yet another city for a show. He had started to doze off watching tv in bed, laying on top of the covers in a pair of flannel Spider-Man lounge pants when he heard his phone's text notification go off. He grabbed it and looked. He was pleasantly surprised to see that it was from Seth. He hadn't heard from him in the week or so since he had come over for that fateful first visit, and Punk had been wondering if he was going to hear from him again. 

*text* Hey, long time no see. Want some company? ;)

     He smiled, amused by Seth's bluntness. It was kind of late, but the prospect of having Seth in his bed again was too tempting to resist. He wrote back:

*text* Like you even have to ask. Bring it on over here.

He hit send, biting his lip anxiously. He was already getting excited, his head spinning with recollections of the things Seth did to him last time, making his cock twitch. He lay his head back and closed his eyes, reaching down and squeezing himself gently. He was getting hard fast just thinking about it.

     Suddenly, he was jolted wide awake by a loud banging on the door of the bus. It couldn't be Seth, not this quickly, he thought to himself. Still, he made a beeline to the front, putting a hand on the door before stopping. "Who is it?" he asked, not wanting to fling the door open for just anybody. 

     "It's me....Seth." He heard from the other side. He sounded nervous again, that anxious little slut. Punk smirked and opened the door, revealing a sight he definitely wasn't expecting.

     Seth was standing there, looking absolutely ravaged. His hair was tangled, sweaty and hanging down limply in his face. He wasn't wearing a shirt, and he looked like he had been involved in some kind of altercation. He was shaking visibly.

     "Hey....uhh, I'm really sorry," he said weakly, looking up at Punk apologetically through tangles of two-toned hair. "They...they fought me for it."

     "What? Who?...wait, what?" Punk asked incredulously, wondering what the hell was going on. Just then, he saw two shadowy figures step out from either side of the doorway. One of them grabbed Seth, yanking him out of the way, and the other lunged toward Punk, grabbing him by the back of the neck and throwing him out onto the pavement.

     Punk somersaulted before hitting the ground, but landed hard on his back, the air temporarily knocked out of his lungs. He saw the shadowy figure appear again, standing over him. He still couldn't see a face, but he could see a black hoodie, and as he looked closer he thought he saw a hint of a sneer beneath the hood. 

     The other unknown stepped into the light, pulling Seth over to look at Punk. "Better take a good look at your boy now, because the next time you see him his face is gonna look totally different," a deep, angry voice growled, the figure pulling back on Seth's hair roughly and shoving his head down as he cried out in pain.

     Before Punk had a chance to react, the other figure bent down, slapping Punk hard several times, getting right in close to him, blowing Punk's hair back as he shouted hoarsely in his face. 

     "Just who the FUCK do you think you are, anyway?!? Who told you it was okay to fuck someone else's bitch, huh?? Tell me, you piece of fucking shit... ANSWER ME!!! He barked, buffeting Punk in a rain of blows to the head. Punk tried to cover himself, but the other unknown assailant came over and locked his arms behind him, yanking him up onto his feet. He was thrown roughly against the side of the bus, the metallic thud echoing across the otherwise empty parking lot. 

     When he turned back around to defend himself, he saw one of them come at him again, kicking him square in the stomach, doubling him over. He was then put into a tight headlock and thrown back onto the bus, falling partway up the stairs before regaining his footing. 

     Punk threw his head back, smacking the person restraining him in the face with his skull, giving him enough of an opportunity to work with. He twisted his arms free and lunged at the other attacker, who was advancing on him. He spun and deflected Punk's attempt, letting him run headlong into the kitchen countertop, landing crumpled on the floor, semi-conscious. Through a haze of pain, Punk could hear voices having a heated, urgent-sounding exchange, but they sounded tinny and far-away. He tried vainly to focus, but his vision was blurry and fading fast. The last thing he saw before slipping into unconsciousness was something hitting the floor next to his head. As groggy as he was, he still felt a sickly bolt of fear shoot through him as he realized what it was: the comic book he had given to Seth. A hand grabbed him by the hair and slammed his face onto it, right on the page he had autographed for him. Punk's vision shrunk to a pinpoint and he went out cold, laying helplessly on the floor as his hooded captors stood over him, laughing like jackals after a fresh kill.

     "Lock that fucking door," the gruff-voiced one said, pulling his hood down and running a hand through his sandy, tangled hair.

     

     

Fanboy Heaven: Chapter 8

     Punk leaned his weight back against Seth's chest, grunting softly as his body rocked up and down,  Seth's hand gripping his neck hard, cutting off his airflow enough to make him feel beautifully dizzy and ethereal. Just when his vision would begin to get fuzzy and dark around the edges, Seth would relax his grip a bit, allowing him to gasp and moan louder. Meanwhile, Seth's other hand worked Punk's cock with a maddeningly steady pace, not speeding up, not slowing down, just keeping him at a constant state of pre-orgasmic bliss as he ramrodded his dick into him. 

     Seth couldn't keep his mouth off of Punk even as he fucked him, licking and biting him on the shoulder and neck, which just made him tense up more and moan louder as he rode him. "God, you feel soooo fucking good," Seth panted into his ear, their shared body heat and his thrusting making him break out in a sweat. "You want me to bust this big fucking load in that little ass, baby? It's so fucking tight in there...I don't know if I can hold out much longer..." 

     Punk somehow found the presence of mind to reach up and rip Seth's hand off of his throat, landing crouched down, ass up, the momentarily forgotten comic books crunching and ripping beneath him. He reached a hand back, smacking Seth's ass, spurring him on. "You better give it to me harder than that then. Come on, hard, you FUCK!"

     Without skipping a beat, Seth captured both of Punk's wrists and pulled them back toward him, giving him nothing to balance his weight on. He drove himself in all the way, eliciting an impassioned plea from Punk not to stop. "Oh, don't worry, I'm not stopping until I feel you cumming around my dick, bitch. Fucking do it..." Seth grunted, pounding hard, watching Punk's ass take his cock in all the way each time. 

     "Yeah...FUCK yeah don't fucking stop...so fucking good...unhhh that's gonna make me cum, oh god please don't stop," Punk begged, hanging precariously on the edge.

     "Then stop talking about it and FUCKING DO IT!!" Seth ordered, giving it to him as hard as he could, feeling his own orgasm building quickly. He let go of Punk's wrists, dropping him face-down on the bed, ass still up high. Seth put a hand on the back of his head, holding him down in that position.

      Punk's hand went immediately to his cock which was begging for release, and started to stroke himself hard and fast, eyes closed and tongue licking at the corner of his mouth in concentration. Seth saw it and moved his hand to his mouth, sticking his fingers in. Punk sucked on them greedily, then started to bite down hard as all the pulsating tension that had been building inside him began to peak. 

     "Yeessss....right there, right fucking there....yeah unhhhh..." Punk groaned as the sensation overtook him, pulling him under, drowning in the pleasure of it. He bucked forward, stroking his cock down hard one last time and spraying a massive wet shot of cum all over the bed and the comics that lay underneath him. He continued to shoot off for a few more seconds, each thrust from Seth forcing more out of him as his eyes rolled in their sockets, completely lost to the moment. 

     As soon as Punk was done, Seth pulled out, flipped Punk over onto his back, and straddled his abdomen, stroking himself off furiously. "I wanna remember this," he said, looking down at Punk's exhausted, smiling face. He ran a hand through Punk's sweaty hair, tilting his head back, pointing the head of his dick in the direction of Punk's chin. 

    "Fucccckkkk, I'm gonna unload on you so hard," Seth growled through gritted teeth as Punk opened his mouth and stuck out his tongue like a good slut. Seth felt the pressure build and then erupt out of him with so much force, he splattered Punk with a shot that covered him from chest to face in his hot load. His next couple of shots he aimed at Punk's chest, making sure to cover as much tattooed skin as possible, moaning and cursing while he did it. When he was finally drained, he sat there for a moment, admiring his handiwork. Punk licked up what landed on and around his mouth and then reached up, pulling Seth down and kissing him deeply. Seth moaned as he tasted his own cum on Punk's lips and then pulled back.

     He looked around them at the mess of destroyed comic books, just then realizing how badly mangled they now were. "Oh, shit, uhh...I guess you're gonna have to replace them all now, huh?" Seth said, somewhat guiltily. Punk also looked around, laughed, and picked up one of the books laying next to him.

     "Hey, uh, do me a favor and hand me that Sharpie over there on the table." Punk said, grinning mischeviously. Seth grabbed it and threw it to him on the bed. He wrote something on it and handed the comic over to Seth. "Here...a memento of your visit. You might wanna let it dry for a bit first though, so the pages don't stick together."

     Seth looked down at it. It was the comic with the splash page of Jean Grey that they had both been ogling earlier, but now it was covered in Punk's sticky load, right across Jean's ass. Next to it he had added his autograph with 'let's do this again- xoxo' underneath it. Seth put his hand over his mouth, oddly touched by the sentiment. 

     "You're so fucking great...of course we're gonna do this again," Seth said, smiling affectionately at him. "I might have to frame this one," he joked, holding up the comic. 

     "Don't you think your uhm....teammates might have a problem with that though?" Punk inquired, raising an eyebrow. "Oh, right," Seth replied, a little concerned. "Well, maybe I'll just keep it someplace secret then."

     "Hey, as long as I don't see it end up on eBay, I'm cool with whatever," Punk said, laughing.

     Seth looked at him, shocked he would even suggest such a thing. "Are you kidding me?! This is the centerpiece of my collection now. Anybody who tries to take this from me is gonna have to fight me for it."

     Punk chuckled, thoroughly amused with himself again. "I think you are a bigger fanboy than me," he teased, watching Seth smile warmly in response.

     

     

     

I Just Wanna Love U

     "Dude, just come have one motherfucking drink with me. That's all I'm asking. Come on, you owe me at least that much." Dean pleaded, his voice ragged. Roman could tell he had been drinking already. "So how much have you had, Dean? Ro asked, his paternal instinct kicking in. 

     He always worried about Dean any time he had to be away from Seth, and since they happened to be doing a show in Seth's home state of Iowa, he had to go home for a few days to take up his other life, the one where he was a straight guy with a beautiful, long-term girlfriend, some fluffy little dust bunny excuses for dogs, and no room for a boyfriend on the side. Especially not Dean, his supposed best friend, his teammate, and the one person his girlfriend shouldn't have to worry about trying to fuck her man. 

     "Come onnnnn, Ro......please?" Dean slurred, clearly upset. "I really don't want to be alone right now." He sniffed, the sound slicing through the phone receiver into Ro's ear like a thousand tiny knives. He cringed and his heart sank. He couldn't let him be by himself, not when he was this pathetic.

     Roman sighed heavily. "Alright, but I'm not leaving the hotel. Meet me at the bar downstairs."

He knew Dean was having a really hard time, and he didn't want to be the one responsible for letting him do something stupid, even though he kind of felt like he brought it on himself. The stupid fucker knew going in that Seth was taken, but as usual, Dean had to want what he couldn't have. Roman tried to stay out of it as much as possible, but for some reason Dean felt comfortable confiding in him, something that he did with precisely no one else, at least according to him.

     This wasn't the first time Dean had pulled something like this, and Roman was wary of getting too involved with trying to help him out. It always seemed to end up with Dean drunkenly trying to convince Ro to fuck him. It wasn't even necessarily that Roman wouldn't have considered it, but Dean was used to being the one on top with Seth, and Ro had made it clear on numerous occasions that he was NOT going to take a dick in the ass, no matter how sexy and persuasive the person attached to said dick was. 

     "Sweeeeeeet," Dean replied, hanging up the phone abruptly. It sounded like he dropped it or something, but Roman was unfortunately used to this behavior so it barely even registered.

     Ro closed his book and removed his reading glasses, squeezing his eyes shut and rubbing the bridge of his nose as he tried to mentally prepare himself. He had been looking forward to going to bed early, but now he had a feeling he was in for yet another long night of babysitting drunken, horny, angry Dean. He furtively glanced at his watch, mentally calculating the hours until Seth would be back where he belonged and he could go back to falling asleep at 9:30 reading historical novels in bed. He sighed heavily again as he put on his shoes and jacket and went downstairs.

     When he walked into the lounge, Dean was parked at the far end of the bar, alone. He looked like he had been there for hours, stray pieces of bar mix and bottle caps strewn around him. He had his head in his hand, hair ridiculously askew, and was vacantly staring at the glass of liquor he was rotating around slowly in his hand, listening to the ice cubes clink against each other.

     As Roman approached, Dean looked up and immediately lit up, so happy to have someone to share the burden of his misery. Dean knew that Roman mostly did stuff like this for him because he'd feel like a total asshole if he didn't, but he also knew that something in Ro always broke down whenever he showed any vulnerability. Ro had a real protective streak, but since Dean was usually more than happy to handle his own business, he didn't get much of chance to show it. But every so often, Dean would see it, that look in Roman's eyes that said:  just let me. And being the manipulative shit that he was, he knew just how to exploit it. 

     "HEEEEYYYYYYYYYYYRRROOOOMMMMMMIIIEEEEEEEYAAAAAYYYYYYY!!!!!!!" He shouted, spooking the bartender who had been cleaning up quietly. As Roman got closer, Dean held out his arms for a hug, grinning, beckoning him to hurry up. Roman stopped and said, "First of all, do NOT call me Romie, and second of all, I am not hugging you." Dean's smile deflated, and he slowly dropped his arms, pouting, looking up at Roman with puppy dog eyes. Ro shook his head, looking straight at Dean, giving him the silent message that he wasn't in the mood to deal with his bullshit. Dean dropped his head further and began to list over on the barstool like he was about to pass out.

     Roman immediately rushed over and caught him, holding Dean up, chest to chest. He looked down at Dean to see if he was still conscious and saw Dean looking back at him with a shit-eating grin on his face. "Psych," he said, dissolving into drunken laughter, resting his head momentarily against Ro's muscular chest and nuzzling him, inhaling his scent. He growled quietly, but Roman heard him and quickly pushed him back onto the barstool again, his eyes flashing with anger, but also a hint of amusement. If nothing else, Dean was an entertaining drunk. And he was sexy, so that certainly didn't hurt. It was just when he got really drunk and decided to get naked in front of strangers and be obnoxious that Ro wanted to just spear him into next week. Hopefully he'd keep his clothes on this time, Roman thought to himself as he sat down next to Dean at the bar.

     Roman called the bartender over and asked what Dean was drinking. "Uhh, well vodka and Red Bull. Separately." the bartender answered, looking over at the unopened can of Red Bull sitting on the bar in front of them and then at Dean with an expression somewhere between pity and apathy. 

     Roman rolled his eyes. "Keepin' it classy, eh?" He asked sarcastically.

     "Hey, when times get tough, you go with what you know..." Dean replied, sounding utterly defeated. 

     "So when are you gonna learn, moron?" Roman asked, looking straight ahead at their reflections in the mirrored wall behind the shelves of liquor bottles rather than looking Dean in the face. 

     "Shut up....I don't want to hear it right now," he said, dropping his head down onto his forearm. Then, in a voice barely above a whisper, Ro heard him say, "it just fucking hurts...it just...I can't....it just realllly FUCKING hurts, you know? He turned his head toward Roman and saw him looking back, a conflicted look on his face. After a moment he reached over and put his arm around Dean, feeling him crumble a little as he leaned into him, making that same purring sound as before.

     Ro started to pull away from him again, but Dean latched onto him with both arms around his waist, almost knocking them both off the barstools. "NOOOOOOOOO please don't....I need you Romie...I mean, Romannnn...did I say it right this time?" He slurred again, smiling cockily even though he was pretty tipsy. Ro sighed once again, giving the bartender an apologetic look, and sat Dean back up. He took his face in his large hands and said, "Look, I'm gonna take care of you, ok? He's gonna be back soon, and until then, well, I guess you've got me," he said, resigned to the fact that he was in this for the long haul.

     Dean looked back into Roman's eyes and suddenly felt like a large part of the weight on his back had been lifted. He felt such a rush of emotion for Roman at that moment that he grabbed Ro's head as well and pulled his mouth up next to his ear, saying, "I want you so fucking bad. Please."

     "We are not having this conversation again, Dean, you already know my feelings on that subject," Roman said sternly, pulling back and looking at him. 

     Dean looked down at the floor momentarily, and then looked back at Roman, this time with a sad, pleading look on his face. He was really playing it for all it was worth. "Well what if I said I'd be ok with you....you know...." He said, looking up at Ro through a fringe of blonde eyelashes. 

    Ro laughed to himself, looking away, letting go of Dean's face. "Don't. Just don't do that. You're full of shit and you know it."

    "No- really," Dean implored. "I've been thinking about it, and well, you're about the manliest dude I know...next to me, of course. But I figure if somebody's gonna be doing it to me, then I'd rather it be someone who is, you know..."

     "Stronger than you?" Ro answered, finishing his thought for him.

     This time it was Dean laughing under his breath. "Yeah, I guess. Yeah," he replied, looking back over at Roman again, a glimmer of hope in his eye.

     Ro sat there looking down at the bar for what seemed to Dean like forever, and then got up and motioned for the bartender to follow him to the other end of the bar. He stood facing away from Dean  so that he couldn't see what he was doing as they obviously had a conversation. After a couple of minutes, the bartender started to go around closing all the drapes, covering the outside windows and dimming the lights. He cashed out the register drawer and left the room, closing the one remaining open door behind him. Dean heard a distinct click once the door shut.

    Roman walked back over to Dean and came up close to him on the barstool, putting Dean's knee between his thighs as he stood there, flexing his leg muscles, squeezing him uncomfortably tightly. He pulled Dean's face up to his and brought their lips together, their mouths melting into a kiss that turned Dean completely into a puddle of helpless, frustrated wanting. 

     Once they broke apart, Dean asked, "Are we alone? How did you..."

     "I gave him my black card and told him to lock up and turn the cameras off." Roman replied, smirking. "I know how you like to get naked when you're drunk, and I figured this would probably be cheaper than bailing your ass out of jail. Plus, if you're gonna get naked, then you might as well give me a private show."

     Dean looked at Ro in amazement. He stood up somewhat unsteadily, falling forward against Roman and slowly sinking to his knees, his hands all over Ro' ass and thighs on the way down. "You just can't keep your filthy little hands off of me, can you? Ro said, looking down at the top of Dean's head, ruffling his hair. Dean buried his face into Roman's crotch, biting at his jeans until he found his half-hard cock, and then put his mouth over it, blowing hot air onto him through the fabric and causing a shiver to course through Roman's body. 

     "Alright, I guess if we're gonna do this, I'm gonna need to lose some inhibitions first," Roman said, stepping away from Dean and leaning over the bar, grabbing a bottle of Jameson's and a glass. He took them and walked across the room to a large, plush couch in the corner. He sat down, relaxing back into the cushions and pouring himself a rather large drink, swallowing it in one gulp. He grimaced, shaking his head, and then did the same thing again with another glass full of whiskey, downing it greedily. "Ok, you get your wish. Entertain me. You have my undivided attention."

     Dean smiled, suddenly ecstatic. He dug into his pocket for his phone and went behind the bar, plugging it into the bar's stereo system. Ro watched him fiddle with it for a fair amount of time, long enough for Roman to be well into his third drink by the time Dean sauntered over to him. 

     He heard a hip-hop beat coming over the speakers, the bass vibrating the couch he was sitting on. He cracked a smile and asked,"What's this all about, anyway?"

     "Well, you said entertain you, and now that you mention it, I kinda do feel like getting naked, so it looks like you're gonna get a very special Dean Ambrose lap dance." Dean had another bottle of vodka in his hand, but at least it was Belvedere and not the rotgut he was drinking before. He took a swig off of it and set it down on a table opposite the couch, starting to nod his head to the shuffling beat of the music as it ramped up. 

     It wasn't until Roman heard him rap along with the first line, "You. Are. Not. Ready," that he recognized it was Jay-Z's 'I Just Wanna Love U'. He smiled broadly, having a hard time not just getting up, pinning Dean against the wall and fucking the holy hell out of him right then. Instead, he swallowed the rest of his drink and sat back, starting to feel fuzzy and warm from the alcohol. This ought to be good, he thought to himself as he watched Dean start to move his hips sinuously, pulling up on the front of his shirt, showing a slice of tight abs beneath it. He began to sing along in a cocky falsetto, moving closer as he kept his eyes locked on Roman's. 

     "I'm a hustler baby, I just want you to know...it ain't where I been, but where I'm 'bout to go. Now I just wanna love ya, and be who I am...and with all this ass, you can't resist this man....come on give it to me." He sang, smiling at Roman as he turned around, running his hands up over his ass and slapping it. 

     "Those aren't the words, Dean," Roman said, covering his face with his palm, shaking his head but still grinning. 

     "We'll they FUCKIN' ARE NOW, DAMMIT!!! Dean shouted drunkenly, spinning around, holding his arms out, looking up at the ceiling, cackling madly. He soon collected himself again and got back into the rhythm, moving even closer to stand in front of Roman on the couch now. 

    Dean danced through the first verse in front of Ro, lifting his shirt and taking Roman's hand, running it down his chest and abs as he flexed and rolled his midsection like a seasoned stripper. Once the chorus came along, he leaned over Ro and put his hands on the back of the couch on either side of his head, saying the words into Ro's ear that sexy voice of his as he ground his crotch against Roman's leg:

     "Gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushy stuff..."

     After another couple minutes of this, Roman put his hands on Dean's hips and turned him around so his ass was facing him. "Come on, twerk it for me. I know you can, you fucking slut." He ordered over the music. Dean started to pop that booty like a pro, switching it back and forth, moving closer until he was grinding it against Roman's stiffening bulge.

      Ro let out a soft moan, feeling the effects of the alcohol even more now. Everything was getting a little fuzzy around the edges, and he felt his libido kick into high gear all of a sudden now that the part of his brain responsible for making sound decisions was temporarily incapacitated. 

   Still turned away from him, Dean slowly pulled his shirt off, running his hands through his hair, showing off his impressively muscular back before turning back around. Roman's dick was fully at attention when he got a look at Dean in all his half-naked glory. "I know you're not done," Roman teased, pointing at Dean's pants. He kicked off his sneakers, sending them flying across the room haphazardly, then unzipped his jeans, getting in really close to Roman again, letting them drop to the floor. Stepping out of them, he climbed into Ro's lap, straddling him and continuing to grind his own hard cock against him to the music, the skintight white seamless boxer briefs he was wearing concealing absolutely nothing. 

   Roman gripped Dean's waist, pushing him down against his now rock-hard dick, moving him back and forth on it, the friction cranking up Roman's arousal in a hurry. He went to kiss Dean, but he leaned back in Ro's lap, tossing his head back and singing:

"Can't deny me...why would you want to? You need me. Why don't you try me? Baby you want to, believe me...come on give it to me..."

     It was then that Roman decided he couldn't take any more teasing. He wanted action, and he wanted it right then. He pulled Dean back to him, licking up his neck and biting Dean's ear, growling into it until he shook on top of him. Dean grabbed the back of Ro's head and pulled him in for a blazing hot kiss, their tongues battling furiously in each others' mouths. Ro wrapped his arms around Dean, holding him tight, and Dean did the same. They sat there holding onto each other for a few moments, and then Roman said, "Suck my dick."

     Without a moment's wait, Dean slid down onto his knees between Roman's legs. Ro unzipped and lifted up a bit to slide his pants down, then decided to just take them off instead. Once he was naked from the waist down, Dean swooped in and began covering him in kisses and licks from knees to hipbones, driving him absolutely crazy from the anticipation. 

     Finally Roman just took Dean's head and repeated, "I said, suck my dick, not give me a full-body tongue bath," a smirk playing at the corner of his mouth. He pushed Dean's head down and felt the hot, sucking wetness of his mouth engulfing his desperate cock. Ro immediately started moaning and bucking his hips up into that warm, squirming mouth, holding onto Dean's head as he deep-throated him like a champ. Soon Roman started to notice that it was feeling really good, and he pushed Dean away for the moment, not wanting to bust a nut too soon. 

     "Haha, whassamatter Romie? Is my mouth gonna make you cum, baby? Huh? Are you afraid you're gonna squirt that hot load of cum in my mouth instead of my ass or something?" Dean antagonized, still slurring his words. 

     For some reason, Dean's comment set something off inside Roman, and he looked at Dean, his eyes dead serious. "Take those off. And I hope you brought some lube, otherwise this could be rough...for you, anyway."

     Dean ran over to where he had tossed his leather jacket and retrieved a small bottle from the inside pocket. He came back, saying, "Never leave home without it," and handed it to Roman. He then turned around, bending over and sliding his underwear down, exposing his perky ass, perfectly rounded and firm. Roman reached out to him and grabbed a cheek in each hand, feeling him up thoroughly, slapping each side a few times to bring up the color to a nice even pink. He slicked down his overly ready cock until it was very wet, and spun Dean back around again. 

     "Come here. Sit on my cock," he said, watching Dean obey him and climb into his lap again, this time lifting up so Ro could position his dick at his entrance, and then slowly starting to sink down. Ro could feel every inch of his cock forcing its way into that exceedingly tight sheath as Dean's head fell back and he moaned loudly and shamelessly. 

     "Fuuuucckkkk yes," Dean exclaimed as he felt Roman starting to drive into him. "Holy fuck, that is a big cock, Ro baby...goddamn..."

     Roman chuckled slightly as he started to pump from beneath Dean, holding Dean's hips up while he plunged his cock in and out of that squeezing ass. Dean's moans soon turned more and more anxious, and Roman looked down to see Dean's cock, fully hard and dripping with excitement. He wrapped a hand around it and started to stroke him as he also stretched his ass further than it had ever been before. 

     Dean was in another world, lost in the unfamiliar sensations that were all happening at once within him. He was very vocal, crying out loudly as Roman's huge dick reamed him, but once Roman started stroking his dick, he quieted down, obviously focusing on the intense pleasure he was feeling. Ro felt that tickling feeling again and knew he was getting close. 

     He pulled Dean's head back to his again and kissed him, whispering, "Unhhh that fucking ass is gonna suck the cum right out of me. Are you ready to cum, Dean? Tell me..."

     "Yeah," Dean whined, bouncing in Ro's lap, the building pressure in his cock quickly reaching the boiling point. "Fuck yeah, make me cum Roman...I need it sooo fucking bad, you have no idea."

     "Oh, I think I do, actually," Roman replied, his voice pinched from trying to hold back. Finally he couldn't hold back the floodgates anymore and with a few more hard thrusts, his cock exploded into Dean's clutching ass, Roman letting out a roar that echoed throughout the room as he poured everything he had into him. 

     Dean started to cum seconds later, having taken over stroking his own cock from Ro, shooting a huge, hot load all over Roman's abs as he groaned and shook on top of him. He collapsed against Roman, laying his head on his broad shoulder, still breathing heavily.

     Ro hugged him, saying, "From now on, you're never alone. You understand me? No more of this making yourself miserable shit. Next time you feel lonely, you come to me...ok? Romie's got you, baby."

     Overcome with emotion once again, Dean looked Roman in the eye, replying, "I thought I wasn't allowed to call you that," he said, smiling shyly.

     Roman sighed and answered, "Well, I guess you can now, since it seems to make you happy."

     Dean smiled, putting his arms around Ro's neck. "It sure does, Romie. It sure does."

     

    

       

     

     

Sethie's Secret

     "You know, it's not fair," Seth sighed as he stared off into the middle distance, mindlessly watching people filtering in and out of the stores as he, Dean and Roman endured yet another seemingly endless mall signing.

     "What's not fair?" Dean asked quizzically, looking over at him from his seat at the signing table. 

     "Women...they get all the good clothing options, man...it's not fair. I mean, when men dress up, we get to wear suits. Borrrriiing. And meanwhile, women get...everything else." he said, waving an arm in the general direction of all the stores around them.

     Leaning over in his chair, Dean tucked his head in close to Seth's ear and said quietly, "So, are you saying you wish you could wear women's clothing or something?"

     Without even thinking, Seth reached under the table and cuffed Dean's thigh, eliciting a short growling chuckle from him. "Remember, people can see you, Sethie," Dean said before sitting back up nonchalantly and greeting the next fan. A moment later he couldn't resist sneaking a quick look over at Seth, who was noticeably more distracted than before.

     The next time there was a lull in the line, Seth felt the need to lean over to Dean and add, "No, fucker, I just meant that women are fucking catered to. I mean look, Victoria's Secret," he said, pointing to a store directly across from where they were sitting. Where's the Victoria's Secret for men, huh? Maybe I want nice underwear that makes my shit look good, you know," he said, running his hand up to his crotch in his skintight jeans, "and just where am I supposed to get that? That's right, nowhere, which is exactly my point. So there." he replied snottily, sticking his tongue out at him. 

     Dean had to put his head down and partly cover his face to conceal the inappropriately huge grin that broke across it. He ran his hand down over his mouth, catching his bottom lip and pulling it down while giving Seth a look that made his insides quake and his cock shift in its tight confines.

     After the signing was finally over, they headed back to the hotel for a few hours' wait until the Raw taping. As they each got their hotel pass keys at the reception desk and went to get in the elevator, Dean pulled back on Seth, telling Roman to go ahead of them. Seth looked nervously at Dean, but knew better than to ask. They waited for the next empty elevator and Dean pushed him on roughly. Once the doors closed, he was on Seth, pushing him up against the smooth glassy wall, his face squished there as Dean held him by the hair, bucking his hard dick into Seth's round ass. 

     "I got a surprise for you, slut," he growled harshly in his ear, making Seth tremble against the glass as they ascended and the bell rang. As soon as the doors started to open, Dean pulled back and coolly walked out onto their floor like nothing had happened. Seth staggered out, hair askew, looking half-drunk. 

     "Looks like my room's this way, and your room's that way," said Dean, looking at Seth with a cocky smirk. "And hey, Seth," he said, "remember, it's a secret." Seth looked down at his room key, unable to comprehend what it was and what he was supposed to do with it. Dean walked over to him and grabbed his face, kissing him quickly but intensely, his tongue violently invading Seth's mouth. He jumped at the suddenness of it, and before he knew it Dean had turned away and was walking up the hallway, whistling.

     Seth stared blankly as he watched Dean walk away, his insides roiling furiously. He grabbed his luggage and hustled into his room. Once he was inside, he threw everything down and dove face-down onto the bed, both hands gripping his crotch. He humped against them as he groaned. 

     Dean always knew just the right buttons to push, but he wasn't a pushover by any means. Seth knew he wasn't going to let him have whatever it was he had in store until he decided it was time. It was always the waiting, the torturously delicious anticipation that absolutely killed him, and Dean was an expert at making him wait until he was practically frothing at the mouth to get to his cock before he would finally let him have it. Seth continued to whine and groan until his phone went off. 

     Seth looked at it. It was from Dean.

*text* stop touching that cock Sethie...you know that's mine

     Then, a moment later:

*text* RIGHT??

     He wanted an answer. With shaky hands, Seth typed back:

*text* Yes Dean, I'm sorry Dean, I won't touch I promise.

     He hit send, swallowing hard. He waited for a few minutes for a response, but got nothing. Dean was stringing him along just like he always did, and the effect it had on Seth had not diminished one bit. He loved the suspense, the surprise, the violence. The beautifully intense orgasms that turned him inside out. Before Seth knew it he had his hand down his pants and was stroking his cock, eyes closed, lost in that fantasy world for a brief moment. Something snapped in his head and he sat up like he had been caught, even though he was alone in the room. He tried to shake it off and decided to open one of his suitcases.

      He lifted it up onto the bed and laid it down, unzipping the large front pocket. Immediately he saw a flash of shiny pink and wondered for a second if he had someone else's bag. But as he flipped the flap back he saw that it was a small Victoria's Secret bag. He looked around as though someone might be spying on him, but then grabbed it and looked inside. On top of a bunch of pink tissue paper was a hand-scrawled note (written on the back of the receipt, classy).

      It said : Put them on now, and don't tell anybody...

     Seth felt dizzy for a moment, then shook his head and pulled out the tissue paper, reaching in and pulling out a pair of bright red panties. He laughed as he held them up, calling Dean countless terrible names in his head as he examined them. They were made entirely of lace, and they were the kind that were supposed to only cover the upper half of the girl's ass. He blushed as he imagined what they were going to look like on his already-stellar behind. Dean was definitely an ass man, there was no doubt about that. 

     Seth wasted no time in stripping naked and stepping into the delicate lace undies, pulling them up over his hips and then struggling with exactly how far up into his ass crack they were supposed to ride, finally resorting to standing on the edge of the tub in the bathroom to check it out for himself in the mirror. Finally he turned back around to see that his raging hard-on was barely being held back by the lace, the top couple inches sticking out over the top. He stuffed it back in, and it promptly popped back out, begging for attention. He sighed in frustration as he realized he was going to have to wear this lacy torture device while he was on television and in front of thousands of people live. Oh, and in front of Dean the whole time. That bastard knew what he was doing, but Seth fucking loved him for it. 

     When it was finally time for the show, Seth was going crazy. The unfamiliar undergarment rubbed at him in an entirely different way, and the lace was rough yet delicate at the same time, rubbing in his ass crack each time he moved. At one point he knew his cock had broken free of the panties and he thought he might have a wardrobe malfunction on national tv. Fortunately his dick cooperated with him and stayed hidden, but the whole ordeal meant that he was blatantly hard the entire night, and got more than a few disgruntled looks from his opponents when he was in the ring and inadvertently rubbed it against them. 

     To make matters worse, several times throughout the night Dean looked over to him, holding his finger up to his lips in a "shh" motion and smirking briefly before delving back into character. Seth was about ready to burst and he began to seriously worry about accidentally cumming in his pants if he was hit in just the right spot. Fortunately he made it through the show without any further incident and once it was over, he hurriedly packed up his stuff, dying to get back to the hotel. He was still bent over in front of a bench in the locker room when Dean was suddenly behind him, pulling his ass roughly against his hardening bulge. 

      "Hey there," he said, watching Seth shake. "You're coming with me. Pick up your shit. Now." Seth grabbed everything and followed silently behind Dean all the way back to the hotel, his cock throbbing the whole time. When they got to their floor this time, Dean shoved Seth up the hallway toward his room instead of letting him go to his own.

     Once they were in the room,  Dean slapped everything out of Seth's hands and grabbed him by the shirt, ripping it over his head as he backed him toward the bed. When he had him right up against it, he said, "Take your pants off. Show me." He backed up slightly to give him room, eyeing him hungrily.

     Seth shyly unzipped his pants, opening them to reveal the bright red lace, still damp from him sweating in them all night. He hadn't taken them off because Dean hadn't told him to. "Keep going," Dean said as he unzipped his own pants and pushed everything down, exposing his beautiful fat cock and gripping it tightly. Seth turned around and bent forward, pulling his pants down, careful not to pull the panties down too. Once he had his pants down to his knees, Dean put a hand on his back, holding him down, bent over. 

     Seth heard Dean groan and felt him rubbing the head of his cock against his ass crack, savoring the feeling of the sexily textured lace on his sensitive tip. He slapped Seth's ass several times, making him cry out in anticipation. Before Seth could recover from the stinging slaps, he felt cold lubricant being spread into his ass, quickly becoming warm and slippery. His breath caught in his throat as he realized that his wait was about to be over.

     Dean pulled the panties off to the side and held them hooked in his thumb, using the other hand to slide his cock into Seth's waiting ass. Seth let out a satisfied cry as Dean's cock bored into him, sending blindingly hot waves through his body and making him start to sweat again. Dean was worked up, not wasting any time getting into a forceful rhythm, pounding Seth's slick tunnel as he kept his eyes on Seth's ass, squeezing his cheeks hard around his cock as he thrusted.

     Dean started to claw at Seth's back, drawing a loud growl out of his throat. "Yeah, fuck me hard," Seth pleaded, bucking back needily against him. Dean reached around and pressed his palm against Seth's raging hard cock, still somehow inside the panties, pushing in on it. Seth groaned this time, and began to hump against Dean's hand as Dean plowed into that sweet tightness over and over.

     "Mmm, I knew that ass would look good in these. That salesgirl was right." Dean snarled, picking up the pace of his thrusting. "So fucking good..."

     Seth couldn't take any more. The combination of the cock in his ass and the luscious sensation of the lace between Dean's hand and his own pulsing dick pushed him straight over the edge. With a loud whine his cock pulsed harder and he filled the panties with his hot load, the wetness spreading all over the front of them. 

     Dean shot off as soon as Seth started to cum, his asshole contracting around Dean's length. He shouted hoarsely as he emptied himself deep inside Seth's gripping ass, collapsing against his back, chest heaving, trying to catch his breath. Once they had calmed down somewhat, Dean pulled out and  flopped down next to Seth on the bed.

     Dean looked over at Seth, who was still breathing heavily, eyes glazed, staring up at the ceiling. He rolled over next to him and pulled Seth's face to his. He kissed him tenderly, snuggling against him, and said, "If you wanted options, babe, all you had to do was ask."

Fanboy Heaven: Chapter 7

   Satisfied with having made his point, Seth let go of Punk's neck, throwing him back down on the bed. He remained straddling Punk's compact, round ass, pressing his dick against it, growling. 

    "Where's your fucking lube at, anyway?" Seth asked. "I'm done fucking around with you."

     Punk reached under the other pillow on the bed and pulled out a small bottle, holding it up without looking back at him. Seth ripped it out of his hand, snarling "Oh, that figures...right on hand for easy access. Kinda like you, huh, you fucking whore?" He teased, smacking that ass, making Punk flinch and moan pleasingly. Seth could feel him starting to tremble slightly as he slicked some lube onto his eager member, using it like a paintbrush to spread the slippery liquid down into Punk's crack. Once it was wet, he kept up the pressure, purposely rubbing the head of his dick over that small opening over and over until Punk was bucking back against him, panting and trying to lift his ass up off the bed. 

     "What's the matter, slut? You want this dick? Well you better beg me for it then." Seth commanded, his voice measured and stern. He placed the head of his cock against Punk's asshole and gave it just enough pressure to make Punk's head come up off the bed, looking back at him with a crazed look of desperate need in his eyes. 

     "God yes....fuck me....please..."

     "Who?" Seth taunted. "Who do you want to be the first one to fuck this nice little virgin ass of yours?"

     "You....I want you...please..." Punk cried, grinding his ass sluttily against Seth's meat.

     Leaning in next to Punk's head, Seth said in a low voice, "And who is that, exactly? You know what I want to hear. Just give me what I want and I'll give you what you want," he said, going back to rubbing his dick up and down in that warm valley.

     "Unnhhh....you...I mean Seth. Goddammit, please...Seth....I need you to fuck me....sooo fucking bad....please..."

     Seth smiled, replying "I know you do, babe, I know. Seth's gonna make all those bad feelings go away, don't you worry." 

     Just before he moved to press himself forward, Seth leaned in a little more, licking at the tattoo behind Punk's ear and whispering, "I'm gonna give you a piece of advice, from someone who knows: take a deep breath, let it out, and relax..."

     He waited as Punk inhaled deeply and started to exhale, and then pushed his cock into that slick crevice, feeling the head of his dick penetrate through the outer ring of muscle into the smooth, almost suffocatingly tight sheath of Punk's ass. Punk's head came up, letting out a long, drawn-out, plaintive whine as he felt himself being stretched open, Seth's cock suddenly feeling like it was twice its size as it burrowed its way in.

     As soon as Punk's brain got the endorphin rush it was looking for, it dropped him immediately into subspace, his moans quieting, his body losing the will to resist. Seth kept going, a smirk crossing his lips as he recognized what was happening. He dropped his hands down on either side of Punk's shoulders, planting himself and angling his hips up, slamming it in the rest of the way, biting him possessively on the neck as he bounced him against the mattress. 

     "Unnnhhhh yeah....," grunted Seth as he finally breeched him fully, his dick lodged firmly in that pulsing tunnel. "Look at me," he growled, as Punk turned his head to the side, looking at Seth from the corner of his eye. "You feel my cock inside you? Can you feel it buried allll the wayyyyy in there? Come on, don't float away on me, fucker...ANSWER ME!!"

     Punk's breathing quickened as he came back into his body, and he suddenly found his voice again.   He let out a long, frustrated, anguished groan and pushed himself off the bed with his arms, pressing himself as close to Seth as possible, his head coming up in the crook of Seth's neck as they both breathed harshly in each others' ears, chests heaving. "Yes," he said hoarsely, his body utterly yielding.  Seth looked at him and saw the smile on his face. 

     "You can't hide it, can you? You loooove this...don't you?" He grunted, thrusting. Punk moaned loudly with every one of his movements, completely on the hook. "FUCK...god...fuck me you are so fucking good...let me get up...please..." he pleaded, trying to get Seth to back up off of him. Seth knew exactly what he wanted. All he could think about was Dean at that moment, how he always knew just how Seth liked it, when he was ready to start getting pounded hard in those few minutes before Dean's relentless cock would bring him to an inevitable blinding climax. "Alright," he said impatiently, grabbing Punk's hips, yanking him up onto his knees. 

     Every word out of Seth's mouth was channeling Dean at that point. "C'mere, bitch," he ordered, pulling Punk upright, sliding in behind him and dropping him down onto his rampant pole again. With now hand gripping his neck and the other wrapped around his begging cock, Seth started working it in and out as he stroked and squeezed Punk into a frenzy on top of him. "You're such a fucking whore, you know that? You dirty...fucking...bitch. You think it's gonna be this easy if it's really Dean fucking you? I got news for you, you'd be busted in two by now. You better practice real hard with my dick, sweetheart, and maybe he'll let you break yourself on his. Maaaaybe. That's if I even decide to share.."

     

Fanboy Heaven: Chapter 6

     Seth continued pressing his fingers deep into Punk's squeezing ass as he held his cock up with the other hand, beckoning him to put it in his mouth. Punk ran his hands up Seth's thighs, forcing them apart as he lay beneath him. He quickly found Seth's sensitive asshole with his already-wet fingers and jammed them in forcefully, stretching Seth abruptly enough for a yelp to escape his lips. Punk licked the wetness off the head of Seth's leaking cock, and then swallowed it down to meet Seth's fingers where he was holding it at the base. 

     Seth let out a shuddering, juicy moan as he felt that utterly delicious sensation of being penetrated. He immediately found himself wanting more, thinking about Punk's hard, pulsing cock that had just been filling his mouth moments before. He struggled with the intense (and familiar) desire to beg him for that cock, wanting to feel it spreading him open, fucking him senseless. His head was spinning with so many different sensations competing for his attention at once, he felt like he was going to short-circuit. He abruptly smacked both sides of Punk's ass at the same time, causing him to pull his head up as he also yelped, turning his head back to look at Seth.

     "You need to stop that if you want me to fuck you," Seth said, trying desperately to hold himself back. "Or else you're gonna have to do the fucking."

     Punk laughed darkly upon hearing that, jamming his fingers harder into Seth's tight, gripping hole. "Oh yeah? Is that how it usually goes for you? Are you a little power bottom? he asked, an evil smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. He moved down towards Seth's feet and turned his body around so he was between his legs, keeping his fingers lodged in place. "Tell me, whose dick was in there last, Seth? Hmm? I wanna know," he asked, working his fingers in and out briskly as he once again took Seth's cock into his wet mouth.

     "UUUNNGHHHHH fuck, that's not fair, don't do that to me, please..." whined Seth, writhing, kicking more of the comic books out of the way on the bed as he did so, pages ripping.

     "Tell me, and I'll stop," Punk ordered, his fingers pressing on Seth's prostate from the inside, making him suddenly feel like he was about to cum. "Whose cock was it? I bet I know, but I wanna hear you say it..."

     Seth couldnt take it anymore...Punk had him right on the brink. "FINE...yes, it was Dean, ok? Is that what you want to hear?" he cried, his voice strained. "Yessss...I let him fuck my ass...whenever he wants it.....oh God...fuck.....stop or I'm gonna cum....please..." he begged, gripping the bedding around him, holding on for dear life.

     Punk smiled knowingly. "Mmm-hmm, that's what I thought," he replied, slowly withdrawing his fingers but grabbing Seth's cock in exchange, deliberately looking at him with mock-innocent puppy-dog eyes as he dragged his tongue up the shaft. When he got to the top, he said coolly, "I bet he has a big, fat fucking cock, doesn't he?" and then brought his mouth down on Seth's ready-to-erupt dick, keeping a tight grip on the base of it, letting Seth feel the back of his throat as he held him in place.

     Seth continued to squirm and pant, desperately trying to hold on. "FUCCKKK ....yes, he does...I fucking love having his huge fucking cock inside me....god, please, let me fuck you or I'm gonna cum right now..."

     Punk brought his head up, letting go of Seth's cock, a huge, smug grin on his face. "So...has anyone ever done that to you before?" he inquired, eyebrow raised. 

     Seth just lay there, his brain completely scrambled and reeling as he tried to catch his breath. When he was able to focus again, he looked down at the self-satisfied, yet extremely fuckable man between his legs. "You're really fucking lucky you're CM Punk, that's all I can say," he huffed, still winded.

     That made Punk laugh loudly again, obviously pleased with himself. "Yeah, I really am," he retorted, grinning shamelessly.

     Seth laughed at his audacity, shaking his head in disbelief. "You're fucking evil."

     "Yeah, I reeeeallllly am," Punk repeated, shifting his weight to move off of him. he lay down on his stomach beside him, arms bent over his head, waiting. 

     In a split second Seth had mounted Punk, straddling him, his insistent cock pressed hard against his ass crack. He slipped an arm around Punk's neck from behind and roughly pulled his head back, whispering heatedly into his ear, "You want Dean, is that it? You wanna know what it's like to get fucked hard by a stud like that, don't you?"

     Punk couldn't respond, partly due to his airway being constricted and partly because Seth's words were sending icy shocks ricocheting through his body. He wanted to resist, but his body was betraying him. He melted a little into Seth's arms, his breathing labored, eyes closed.

     "Yeah, that's what I thought," he hissed, yanking back on Punk's head again. He let out a choked-off moan, but made no move to resist. "You're just as much of a submissive fucking whore as I am...you just haven't proven it yet. But you will...oh, trust me, you will. I'll gladly give you the preview, but I'm just warning you... whatever I do to you, he can and will do it twice as hard, and with half as much caring about whether it hurts or not. Understand?"

     

     

Fanboy Heaven: Chapter 5

     As Seth watched Punk on his hands and knees giving him a show of his naked ass, dropping down on his elbows and sticking it out for him, he continued touching himself. "Unhhhh, you have no idea how long I've been waiting to see that. You have like, the best ass I've ever seen." he said, squeezing himself at the base, feeling it throb and get harder. 

     "Are you kidding me?" Punk asked, his head whipping around to look at Seth. "YOUR ass is fucking amazing...mine isn't even in the same league as yours."

     "I know," Seth replied, rolling his eyes and sighing. "That's all anybody ever wants though...my ass. You know, there's more to me than just a great ass. For example, there's this..." He said, pulling down his briefs, his very hard cock springing out and slapping him in the stomach. He looked at Punk, his tongue sticking out like he was subconsciously trying to indicate to Punk what he wanted.

    "Oh really?" Punk said, although by this time he wasn't quite as surprised. He was, however, extremely turned on by it, and wanted more. "Then bring it over here," he answered, motioning for Seth to get underneath him. 

     Seth didn't need to be told twice. He slipped out of the bat-briefs and deftly worked his way under Punk, that splendid ass lickably close, and Punk watched as Seth's rod settled directly in front of his face. Both moaned in appreciation at the sights in front of them. "Sooo fucking hot," they both said in unison, pausing for a moment and then both laughing quietly, trying not to break the mood. 

     Seth put both hands on Punk's ass cheeks, kneading them together and then spreading them apart several times, enjoying the sight of that sweet little hole flexing against the resistance. He stuck a finger in his mouth and moved it over Punk's entrance, rubbing little circles around it as he licked the cock that was impatiently bouncing in his face.

     Punk gasped as he felt Seth's finger against his asshole, but purred loudly as he also felt the soft, wet tongue on his pent-up dick. He ground it against that hot mouth and bent his head down, using his own tongue to eagerly lick all over Seth's cock, driving him crazy with anticipation before swirling it around the head and sucking it into his mouth.

     Now it was Seth's turn to gasp as he felt that sucking heat enveloping him, sending shuddering waves of pleasure throughout his body. He greedily grabbed Punk's hips and pulled them down to him, licking and kissing and sucking everything within reach. Soon the small room was filled with the sounds of soft slurping noises and them both moaning contentedly, with the occasional crinkling of the comic books beneath them as they shifted around, oblivious to anything else happening outside of their two bodies.

     Punk lifted his head up, Seth's dick coming out of his mouth, slick with his saliva. He sat back a bit more, pushing his ass harder into Seth's face. He responded by jamming his tongue deeply into Punk's tight little hole, moaning as it clenched and then relaxed, allowing him to penetrate further. He took the opportunity to slide a finger in, then a second, that deceivingly small hole more than willing to accept them. He bit the inside of Punk's thigh as he pistoned his fingers in and out. 

     Enraptured moans started to flow from Punk's lips as he felt Seth's fingers penetrating him. "God, you're so fucking good," he said, panting. 

     Seth chuckled, still moving his fingers in and out. "Yeah? What am I so good at, exactly?" He inquired, sinking them in all the way and moving them around inside Punk's hot, slick channel.

     Punk tried to answer, but had a difficult time talking between the slutty moans that were forcing their way out of his mouth at the same time. "Uunnnhhhh fuck yeah....well, if you're half as good with your cock as you are with your fingers, then I'd say I'm gonna be a pretty happy guy here shortly. Mmmhmmm, yeah, don't fucking stop...that's sooo good..." he whined, bucking his ass back against that probing hand.

     Seth grinned widely upon hearing Punk's words. "Oh REALLY? You want me to fuck YOU, is that what you're saying?"

     Punk moved forward a bit, looking back at him. "Well yeah...I mean, if you want to. Look, I know you've probably done this more than I have, and to be honest, I've always wanted to but I've just never had the right opportunity come along before. Is that ok with you?"

     Seth laughed again, unable to believe what he was hearing. "Ha...is that ok...ummmm, YEAH..." He replied, pulling Punk's stiff cock back toward him, licking it like a lollipop. "You want this dick?" He growled, reaching down and holding it straight up, squeezing it upward until a drop of pre-cum appeared at the tip. "Well, suck it some more, and maybe if you do a good enough job I'll pound that cute little ass with it."