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."
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