Birthday Wishes

"Ok, it's time," said Lita, smiling in the direction of her birthday boy, who sat across the room, arms crossed defensively. "Come on, I've been waiting all year for this. You're not denying me my moment now." She slapped the tops of her thighs, beckoning him and pouting seductively.

     Punk laughed, shaking his head. "You really still want to do this, huh?" he asked, eyeing her cynically. Before she could reply, the small brunette girl held her hand up, cutting off the argument. She bounced off the bed and crept innocently over to him, her long pigtails swaying in front of her naked breasts as she advanced, eyelashes fluttering.

     "Well duhh, of course we still want to do it, silly," she purred as she came to stand in front of him. "Don't you?" she questioned as she took his hand and rubbed the back of it against the pair of soaking wet white panties that clung tightly to her crotch. She bit her lip, looking at him needily, watching his eyes devouring her, nearly naked save for a pair of white high tops and knee socks.

     Punk groaned and pushed the back of his hand against her, grinding it in. "I wanna do the both of you so fucking bad, AJ, you have no idea. My dick is so fucking hard right now it hurts. Look," he said, unzipping his jeans and holding out a very hard cock in her direction. She smiled sweetly, then reached out and wrapped her small hand around his shaft, pulling him up by his dick. "Come on, you think we're not going to take care of this too? We just wanna give you a little birthday spanking. We're not sadists, for crying out loud."

     "Yeah, not at all," Lita chimed in sarcastically, giving him a knowing smile. "Come show mama that ass, baby. We'll make it worth your while." She ran her hands up over her hard nipples, laying back on the bed. Before he knew what was happening he was letting AJ lead him by the cock toward his waiting girlfriend, who had every intention of making this spanking count. He swallowed hard as she led him in front of the large-breasted, tattooed redhead, who was also naked except for a pair of very wet black panties.

     "Mmm, thank you baby," she said to AJ, pulling her in for a kiss and squeezing her pert little tits with both hands. "God, my pussy tastes so good on your mouth."

     "I was just thinking the same thing," AJ mewled as she kissed back hungrily. "I'm not done with you yet, either. I need to taste it some more." The two girls kissed and pawed at each other lustily for another long moment before Punk moaned loudly in frustration. "Either fuck me or spank me, but just pick one, will you? I can't take anymore teasing."

     Lita pulled back, smirking. "Oh really? That sounds funny coming from the guy who wanted to watch us go down on each other."

     "Well yeah, of course I did, but I didn't really want to get spanked too." He retorted, watching his girlfriend pinching the smaller girl's nipples. 

     "Well. Too bad," she replied coolly. "That was part of the deal, and you agreed to it. So get up here and show us that ass," she ordered, slapping the bed beside her. 

     Punk scowled, pulling his shirt off over his head and dropping his pants and boxers on the floor. He begrudgingly climbed up onto the bed between the two girls and stopped, waiting on hands and knees. "Fine, just do it so I can hurry up and fuck you. One of you. Both of you. I don't care, just please do something."

     Both AJ and Lita laughed as they kneeled on either side of him, both running their hands all over his  perky, round backside. AJ looked at her cohort and nodded, and Lita let go with the first smack. Punk jumped at the shock of it, surprised by how much force she put into her swing. He heard giggles from behind him and then felt a sharp sting on his other cheek. They were taking turns. His face began to redden in a sudden flush of embarrassment, and he buried it into the comforter as he moaned somewhat shamefully. 

     As the girls traded off slaps, Punk's ass began to grow hotter and his hips hunched forward, his dick pulsing. He grunted louder as they worked him over, their coordinated motions building up the tension deliciously. Over the sounds of smacking flesh he could hear Lita's voice keeping count. They had just passed fifteen when AJ left her post and dove beneath him. 

     She reached up, pulling his dripping cock down and taking it into her pretty mouth, drawing heated gasps from him as she sucked it deeply. "Oh God, AJ, that is sooo good," he said breathlessly, bucking into her. Lita took over and continued spankng, her hand cracking against his muscular haunches. "Yeah, I bet you like that, huh? Isn't her mouth so nice and sweet and hot?" The redhead teased, running her middle finger up his ass crack, passing over his asshole before she smacked him again. 

     Punk nodded and moaned needily as she did so, pushing his ass back at her hand. "Oh, you want it from both sides, huh? Well, okay, since it is your birthday and everything." She smiled as she started to rub her lubed fingers up and down Punk's crack, zeroing in on his tiny hole and gently teasing it open. 

     After the initial shock of being penetrated, Punk's moans picked up in volume and intensity as Lita worked a finger in and out of his tight channel, counting out the thrusts as though they were still part of his spanking. He whined desperately as AJ's nimble mouth sucked him, her tongue fluttering over his stiff length. He heard Lita call out twenty-five, but it sounded far away. "Fuck yeah...don't stop...oh yes that's so fucking good," he pleaded with them both, not wanting either of them to stop what they were doing. "I'm so close," he begged.

     Lita pushed him down onto his face on the bed and began to finger his ass faster, raspy huffing sounds coming from Punk's open mouth. AJ lay on her back beneath him, her lips milking him deliciously as she reached up and ran her hands over his flexing abs, digging in her nails and making him growl and push into her mouth harder.

     Lita grinned as she pulled her finger back and added a second, stretching Punk's asshole further and nudging against the sweet spot inside him. He let out a high-pitched squeak and ground back against her, panting, "Yeah baby, don't stop."

     She smiled, tossing her head back, red locks spilling over her shoulders as she continued to work him. "You wanna cum, do you? You do realize if I let you, you're gonna have to watch our girl here eat my pussy some more until you're ready to go again," she said, leaning over and running her other hand over AJ's taut stomach down to her wet crotch, massaging it in small circles. The smaller girl lifted her hips and moaned enthusiastically around Punk's thrumming cock, making him whine in desperation. 

     "Yes, please...it's my birthday," he replied, looking back at Lita through a thick haze of arousal. He smirked, knowing she couldn't say no to his pleading eyes. "I wanna cum in her mouth so bad."

     AJ pulled her mouth off of him long enough to add, "Mmhmm, do it babe, I want to taste you," before winding her tongue around the head of his dick and swallowing him once again. Lita picked up where she left off, announcing, "That's thirty. You've got five more left, you better make 'em count." She drilled her fingers into his clenching hole, thoroughly enjoying the sight of her plan coming together perfectly. Once she got him off, she could go back to tongue-lashing AJ's perfect little cunt, which she was still rubbing with her other hand. 

     She began to count slowly, thrusting into Punk's ass with one hand and slapping AJ's pussy with the other. "33...34....."

     Right on cue, Punk felt his roiling insides dump all their accumulated tension into his straining cock, overloading him. As she called out the magic number, he grunted out an "Oh, fucckkk" and thrust deeply into AJ's waiting mouth, spilling out his load down her gulping throat. Lita cackled madly, her own pussy throbbing with desire for both of them, the knowledge that she had orchestrated the whole thing making it that much sweeter.

     As Punk's body stopped shuddering, she slowly withdrew her fingers, patting his behind affectionately. AJ slid out from under him, wiping off her wet mouth and looking at Lita with smoldering eyes. She crawled her way over and slid her hands up Lita's body, cupping her breasts together and licking at her mouth eagerly. As Punk collapsed into a heaving, spent heap onto the bed, he looked up to see both girls reclining back against the pillows, Lita's long legs wrapped around AJ's small frame as the brunette tenderly kissed her way downward.

     "Happy Birthday, baby," she purred as she felt the first touch of soft lips against her pussy. "We'll be here when you're ready to go again."

     

     

     

     

     

Fanboy Hell: Chapter 3

     "Yeah, I think this one needs it real bad," said Roman, tilting Punk's head to the side and sinking his teeth into the delicate skin of his neck. Punk grimaced, yelping and writhing against his restraints, but Dean saw the look of pain on his face slowly dissolve as Roman licked over the area he had just bitten, causing his body to shudder involuntarily. 

     His mouth remained open as his eyes closed in silent surrender, his brain finally starting to wrap itself around the fact that he had no control over what was about to happen. Rather than being afraid, however, Punk found his heart and his dick pounding at the thought of being taken like this, tied up and unable to do anything to stop it. 

     Punk glanced across the small room and caught eyes with Seth again. This wasn't the Seth he knew, however. Even though he had yet to witness Seth in this state, he could plainly read the look of utter submission on his face. He had obviously been worked over thoroughly before they showed up, and at that point he displayed none of the playful aggressiveness that Punk had witnessed before. In its place was a look of desperate need; a hunger that was nowhere near being satiated. 

     "What are you looking at, slut? Huh?" Dean growled, reading his thoughts easily. "Whassamatter, not used to seeing your little twink top in his true form?" He walked over and grabbed Seth by the front of his jeans, roughly yanking them open and pulling out his stiff cock as Seth made no move to resist. Dean gave the cock in his hand couple of firm strokes, grinning as Seth whined and hunched toward him. He leaned over and pressed his forehead against Seth's, their hair intermingling. Dean's eyes locked on Seth's as he squirmed, kissing and licking and nudging at Dean's neck, desperate to be used. He couldn't use his hands as they were still restrained over his head, but he gyrated his hips against Dean's muscular thigh as he pleaded with his eyes. 

     "Yeah kitten, you wanna show him what you like to do with my cock? Hmm?" he teased, pushing his knee back against Seth's heated crotch. "Why don't you show him how a real good bottom takes it?" He sat back and tugged Seth's pants off, leaving him in a tight black jock. "Aww, and look at that. You even wore the right uniform. Come on, get that little twinky ass up here, bitch." He loosened the rope around the leg of the couch, giving him a little more room to move.

     Seth obediently got onto his knees on the couch, keeping his ass toward Punk and leaning forward onto the cushions. He spread his legs wide, the straps of the jock framing his pretty little fuckhole perfectly. 

     Dean stood beside Seth on the couch and slapped Seth's gloriously round ass with both hands, grabbing hold of his cheeks and spreading them apart. He looked at Punk as he leaned over and let a trail of spit dangle from his mouth and land on Seth's twitching little hole. He rubbed it around with an index finger, drawing impatient moans from his two-toned bitch as his legs began to tremble in anticipation.

     As Punk watched from across the room, Dean slowly slid two fingers into Seth's hot tunnel, causing Seth's head to come up and a ragged cry to escape his mouth. "Oh shut up...it's not like you haven't had bigger things in there before, you fucking slut. Get your head back down and show your boy here how a real whore takes it. He's gonna need to know for when we're buried balls-deep in both ends of him," he said, giving Punk an evil grin.

     "Mmm yeah," Roman chimed in, breathing his words into Punk's ear. "Watch and learn, because I'm gonna be buried in you soon enough...and believe me, you're gonna need all the help you can get." 

     Upon hearing that, a shiver coursed through Punk's helpless body and his cock pulsed hard in Roman's hand. He then felt Ro's cock twitch in response, pressed tightly against his ass as he remained sitting closely in front of him. Another moan escaped his mouth as his arousal began to build; the thought of being used as a fuck toy by the two men was having an undeniable effect on him, and the more they teased him, the more insistent his hard-on became.

     As Dean moved behind Seth and began to take his position, Roman suddenly threw Punk down onto the floor where he landed hard on his shoulder, his arms still tied behind him. Before he could move, he felt himself being picked up and moved over to the couch next to them. Ro sat on the couch next to Seth and positioned Punk between his legs, giving Dean a nod to indicate it was ok to go ahead.

     "Looks like this is your lucky day, Punky bear...apparently Roman wants to make sure you get a front-row seat for this. Come here and get this wetter for me." He grabbed Punk by the hair and yanked him over toward Seth's waiting ass, shoving his face into it and commanding him to lick.

     Punk did as he was told, extending his wet tongue and lapping upwards along Seth's ass crack. Immediately Seth started to moan and push back against him, desperate for contact. Roman and Dean looked at each other and exchanged knowing smirks.

     Once Punk had sufficiently covered Seth's hole in his spit, Dean yanked him back, a disappointed groan coming from Seth as Punk's warm mouth was taken away. "Yeah, you're ready for it, aren't you?" Dean teased, stepping up and rubbing the head of his cock up and down in that slick crevice as Seth began to emit a tense moan in anticipation. 

     Punk couldn't help but watch in aroused awe. Sitting on his knees on the floor next to them, he had an unimpeded view of the proceedings, and the sight of what was unfolding was quite possibly the hottest thing he had ever seen. Punk didn't want to like it on principle alone, but his principles were rapidly failing him at the insistence of his throbbing dick. 

    Dean dropped his hips a little and stiffened, pushing himself in. Seth's moan immediately changed to a whine, his nerves lighting up with sensation. He relaxed into the couch and pressed his ass back anxiously just as Dean came forward, ramming himself all the way in and holding onto Seth's hips, grinding it expertly against Seth's prostate from the inside. He let out enraptured moans as Dean's cock filled him, finally in his happy place.

     Finally, after allowing Punk to watch for a couple of minutes, Roman tugged up on the ropes of his chest harness, bringing him back up between his legs. He had already taken his dick out, and he pulled Punk's face up and held his menacingly large cock up in front of him. 

     "You ever had one this big?" He asked, grinning smugly.

     "N...no...I haven't even seen one that big...well, not in real life," Punk replied nervously. He stared, transfixed, at the Samoan monster before him, wondering if he was capable of taking it without being split in two.

     "Yeah, it's about 10 inches," Roman said matter-of-factly. "And guess what? I'm gonna use it to find out just how deep your throat is."

     Punk still resisted even as Roman brought him closer to his cock, until he looked over to see Seth with his face turned in their direction, watching them intently as Dean's thrusts rocked him forward. "What are you waiting for, dumbass? Fucking do it....suck that cock, or I will, dammit," he said breathlessly.

     Roman laughed and leaned over, adding, "Now kitten, I know how much you love to be stuffed full of cock from both ends, but we have to save some for our host here. You do wanna see him suck my cock, don't you? 

     "Oh fuck yes," Seth replied, desperately craning his neck to get closer. "Please."

     Roman came in closer and Seth pounced, attacking Ro's mouth with his own. They kissed frantically for a long moment until Ro finally pulled away, looking down at Punk, saying, "Well, do what your little top bitch says and suck my dick."

     

     

Can't Make a Ho a Housewife: Part 2

     "Yes, dear...of course, dear," Seth answered, backing away toward the kitchen door slowly. He disappeared into the kitchen as Roman sat down in his easy chair and reclined it, stretching out his long legs and leafing casually through a Playboy magazine as he sipped his drink. After a few minutes, Seth appeared in the doorway again, this time wearing a frilly white apron covering the front of his dress. "Dear, dinner's ready."

     Roman ignored him, savoring another taste of scotch and openly staring at an image of a pinup girl in nothing but heels and stockings.

     Seth cleared his throat softly. "Um, dear, dinner's ready for you...whenever you feel like it, I mean. Not trying to rush you, but..."

     "Alright, alright, don't get your panties in a twist, I'm coming," Roman replied, setting the magazine down and polishing off the rest of his scotch. "It had better be good, because I'm fucking starving." He got up and walked up to Seth, slapping him hard on the ass as he passed by on his way to the kitchen. Seth hoped that maybe in his half-drunk state, Roman wouldn't notice that dinner was sub-par. He took a deep breath and followed behind, his heels clicking daintily against the linoleum flooring.

     Roman sat down at the table, unfolding his napkin as his eyes traveled over the curves of Seth's ass in the blue dress. He adjusted his expanding girth in his dress pants before setting the napkin in his lap. Seth turned back around, holding a plate of food which he then set in front of Roman at the table. "Here you are, dear...I...I tried to keep it warm the best I could, but well... you got home so late, and-"

     "And what?" Roman snarled, annoyed. "Am I in trouble or something?" He grabbed Seth by the arm, yanking him closer. "You listen to me, bitch. I'm a grown-ass man. I can do whatever the hell I want. If you don't like it, you know where the door is...dear," he said with a malicious grin. 

     Seth tried not to tremble, but Roman's obvious strength and size were exciting and terrifying at the same time. He was looking for a fight tonight, that much was clear. Seth knew he couldn't act too eager, because Roman liked it better when he resisted. It was tricky finding that sweet spot between being a two-dollar whore and June Cleaver that pleased his man so much, but Seth prided himself on making sure Roman got whatever he wanted, even if it was sometimes at his own expense.

     "Oh yeah?" Seth teased, whipping the napkin out of Ro's lap, revealing the telltale sign of his interest. "I don't think you really want that, do you baby?" He pouted, running a finger lightly up the arm that was holding onto him. "I mean, who's gonna make you dessert as good as me?"

     He pulled Roman's hand up to his mouth and sucked on his index finger, their eyes locked as Roman moaned helplessly for a moment. He soon caught himself, however, and pulled his arm back hastily, scowling. He grabbed a fork and dug in, taking a big bite and chewing thoughtfully as Seth sat down at the table. 

      Roman suddenly stopped chewing and made a disgusted face. He looked directly at Seth and spit his mouthful back onto the plate. "What the hell is this?" he growled, eyeing Seth suspiciously. 

     "It's tuna casserole. You like tuna casserole, baby." 

     "Nooooo, no. NO. That is not tuna casserole. That is some kind of.....abomination. What in God's name did you do to it?" Ro poked around on the plate, coming up with a forkful of mostly green. "What is this? Are these fucking PEAS? Are you fucking KIDDING ME?? Are you really that dumb?" He barked, nostrils flaring. 

     "What? Well...I used peas this time because we already had them. I'm sorry dear, I didn't know-"

     Roman held his hand up, stopping Seth mid-sentence. "And what is that taste...it tastes like cream of crap. Did you buy the store brand cream of mushroom soup again? He glared, waiting for an explanation.

     "But....it was 30 cents off. I was trying to be frugal, babe," Seth said, his nervousness coming though in his voice. "I thought that's what you would want."

     As Seth spoke, Roman's eyes narrowed and his expression became deadly serious. He pushed his chair back, throwing his napkin on the table, and said in a stern voice: "STOP. Get that ass over here. RIGHT now," pointing at the floor next to him. Seth jumped up and came obediently to Ro's side. 

     "Honey, I'm sorry," Seth pleaded, trying to calm him down. "Please..."

     "No. Uh-uhh....you shut it." Roman grabbed Seth by the upper arm and threw him face-down across his lap. Seth let out a surprised squeal as he came off of his feet and ended up sprawled out helplessly, ass up. "Honey, please...don't do this..." Seth begged, but Roman's anger needed an outlet, and Seth was a perfect target for it.

     Roman grabbed the back of Seth's head by his hair, bobby pins springing loose as he roughly yanked it back. "Oh, I'm gonna do it, and you're gonna take it...because you deserve it, you dumb fucking slut. In fact, since being a slut is pretty much the only thing you do well, I think I'm just gonna skip right to dessert." He ran a hand up the inside of Seth's thigh, flipping up the polka-dotted skirt and exposing his incredibly round, firm backside. 

     Ro couldn't help but pause for a moment to take in the delicious sight of that splendid ass adorned with garters and satin panties. He ran his hand over it, fingers sliding smoothly down his ass crack,  and a small moan escaped Seth's mouth. "What was that for?" Ro asked testily. "Don't tell me you're getting off on this, you whore. You can't even take punishment without getting turned on by it?" He squeezed the cheek in his hand hard to drive his point home.

     Seth gulped as he suppressed the urge to cry out. He knew he couldn't let on that he was, in fact, extremely turned on, even though Roman could undoubtedly feel his raging hard-on pressed against his thigh. He knew what Roman wanted though. "No....stop....please, don't hurt me," he cried as he struggled, kicking and squirming. 

     "You brought this on yourself," Ro chastised, raising a large hand, his eyes ablaze.

     Seth couldn't help but scream when the first slap hit him squarely across the sensitive bottom part of his cheeks, bringing his skin color to a blushing pink almost immediately. Roman didn't stop there, however. He continued to administer a barrage of perfectly-timed smacks, working Seth up until he could feel his body tensing up across his lap. 

     The sight of Seth's shapely legs kicking back at him in the white stilettos was absolutely delicious, and Roman felt a tantalizing ripple of tension course through his own body as he delivered even more slaps to that resilient backside. He found himself moaning as he watched it grow redder and redder, until his alcohol-fueled libido couldn't take the self-inflicted teasing any more. He grabbed a fork off the table and stabbed it through the satin panties, ripping a hole in them, and then used his hands to tear them right down the middle.

     He grinned as he leaned over Seth's prone body, peering closely at the tiny puckered hole that sat nestled between the mounds he held spread apart in his hands. It was shiny already, which meant that he had pre-lubed. "You little fucking whore, you. I think maybe if I ever want to get a decent meal around here, I'm gonna have to fuck the whore right out of you. Just pound it right to you until you physically can't take any more," Roman growled in a sinister tone.

     Seth found it difficult to focus on producing any words, much less the ones Roman was looking to hear, but somehow he held himself together enough to reply in a breathy moan, "please.....don't.....stop..."

     Roman's grin grew wider upon hearing Seth's plea, and he jammed two fingers deep into Seth's asshole, chuckling quietly to himself. Seth's body involuntarily arched back and Roman shoved his head back down, whispering, "Shhhh, just take it like the slut we both know you are, baby." He worked them slowly in and out, scissoring his fingers back and forth inside of that gripping tunnel as Seth started to lose control of his vocal chords. 

     "Fuuuckkk.....baby, you know what's best for me...tear me up if you have to. I'm such a fucking slut, I just can't help it." He whined, his cock throbbing madly against Roman's leg. "I need you to make me be good. I need it so bad. Please."

     That was all Roman needed to hear. He pushed Seth back up onto his feet and stood up, kicking the chair over behind him. Catching Seth's gaze, he swiped an arm across the table, sending china crashing noisily to the floor. Seth squealed again as Ro grabbed him by the throat and threw him on his back onto the table, pulling his legs up and holding him by the heels of his shoes with one hand. With the other, he quickly undid his pants, freeing an intimidatingly large and rigid cock. He stepped up to the edge of the table and teased the head of it at Seth's twitching hole. "So, I guess since you're already so nice and wet, you won't mind if I do this then?"

     Seth didn't get a chance to answer before Roman's pole was ramrodding its way into him, sending intense shock waves of heat through his shuddering body. "Fuck....don't....stop," he pleaded yet again, his doe eyes wet with tears.

     As his throbbing dick drilled into Seth's ass, Roman let out a deep groan, his tension finally finding the outlet it so desperately needed. He began to work into a steady, forceful rhythm, the table creaking beneath them as he grunted, his hair starting to come loose from his ponytail and hang down in his face. He was soon pounding that squirming sheath relentlessly, enjoying the screams and hoarse cries coming from Seth's throat. "You like this, don't you?" Ro asked, slowing down momentarily. "This isn't even punishment for you, is it, you sleazy little trick? Do you need something more than this? Huh?" He antagonized, thrusting in as far as he could go to punctuate his words.

     "Whatever you think I need, babe...you know best," Seth moaned, rolling his hips up to meet Ro's thrusts, mascara smearing as he squeezed his teary eyes shut and bit his bottom lip.

     Roman stopped, staying lodged fully inside of him, and loosened his tie, pulling it over his head. He grabbed Seth's forearms and pulled them around so that they were hugging his own thighs, then slid the loop over his wrists and swiftly tied them off. He then unbuttoned his shirt and stripped it off, leaving himself in a white tank top undershirt and an evil smile. "That's right, honey buns, I do know what's best. And believe me, that's exactly what you're going to get."

     

     

     

      

     

     

     

     

Can't Make a 'Ho a Housewife

     5:20. Seth looked nervously at the clock on the wall, its ticking hand inexorably counting down the moments before Roman would come through the front door, home from another day of work, just like clockwork. Seth fidgeted with the pearl earring in his ear as he moved over to the front window, watching for his car coming down the street. He stood there like a puppy waiting for its master, craning his neck to see further down the road. After a few minutes of this, he checked the clock again. 

     5:30. It wasn't like Roman to be off schedule. Seth bit his lip anxiously, not sure of what to do with himself. He decided to give himself one last check in the full-length mirror in the bedroom, just to make sure he looked perfect. He knew that he had to meet Roman's high standards if things were going to go well when he finally did get home. 

     Once in front of the mirror, he scrutinized his look, running his hands over the front of his full knee-length skirt. He held onto the fabric and pulled it out away from him, admiring the way the white polka dot pattern stood out against the bright blue background. Roman's favorite color was blue, and Seth hoped that he might notice it and approve. 

     That was all Seth really wanted. He tried so hard to be good, and to be the obedient wife and homemaker that he knew Roman deserved, but sometimes it was just so hard focusing on mopping floors and baking cupcakes when he would much rather be getting pounded into a submissive coma by Roman's huge, relentless cock. He reached down and pulled his skirt up, exposing his crotch to himself in the mirror. His hand ran down over the smooth, heavy elastic material of the nude body shaper he had on underneath and settled on the large bulge being held in by a pair of white satin panties. 

     He thought to check the fasteners on his garters and then turned around, lifting the skirt up in the back so he could make sure the lines on the back of his stockings were straight. Suddenly he thought to himself that he needed to change shoes. The ones he was wearing definitely weren't going to be high enough. Roman liked him in the sluttiest ones he could find, the higher the better. Seth frantically dug in the closet and came back with a pair of round-toed, platform ankle-strap pumps with 5 inch heels. He sat on the edge of the bed and put them on, then walked back to look at his reflection. The white shoes complemented his dress perfectly, and they also made his ass look even rounder and more perky. Seth smiled as he admired his backside. He knew what Roman liked, that was for sure.

     Another glance at the clock. 5:45. This really wasn't like him. Seth bit his fingernail, wondering if he should call Roman's office to see if he was still there or not. He really didn't want to make him upset, but he also worried that something might have happened to him. He decided to give it a little longer.

     He looked at his face closely in the mirror, checking his eye makeup and making sure his cheeks were rosy. He grabbed a crystal perfume atomizer off the dressing table and spritzed himself once on the wrists, once on the neck, and once on his chest, down into the deep V of the front of his dress. The cap sleeves of the dress were a tad bit constrictive for his shoulders, but he had to admit, he looked like a pretty foxy broad. Even his hair was spun up in pin curls, the blonde and black tresses separated neatly. The final touch was the necklace. Seth always waited until last to put it on, because he was so afraid his klutzy self would break it or lose it or something. But it had been a gift from Roman, one of the first gifts he had ever given him, in fact. 

    He went over to the ornate jewelry box, opening the lid to reveal a perfect strand of white pearls. He clasped it at the back of his neck and looked one last time in the mirror to make sure it was straight. Glancing furtively out the upstairs window, he sighed, still waiting but becoming slightly annoyed.

     6:30. Seth stared down the clock, wondering if he needed glasses or if it really was that late. He was in the kitchen, desperately trying to save the dinner he had prepared with the intention of serving an hour ago. The potato chip topping on the tuna casserole was starting to get soggy, and the biscuits he had made hadn't exactly come out according to plan. He knew they were dry, but it was too late to do anything about it now. He had a feeling that whatever reason Roman had for being this late, it probably was going to mean bad things for him when he got home anyway.

     6:45. After what seemed like an eternity, Seth finally heard Roman's car coming down their street. His heart jumped in his chest as he raced to get to the front door. He wanted to be ready to greet him, just like he did every day. He heard the car door slam and Roman's heavy footsteps coming up the walk. As the door opened, he brightened into a borderline overly-enthusiastic smile. Ro appeared in the doorway and pushed his way past Seth, not even acknowledging him. He hastily walked to the bathroom and began taking a piss with the door wide open. He groaned loudly as he emptied his bladder. He leaned back, calling, *AHEM*....honey, I'm hooome," then snickering to himself. He sounded like he had been drinking.

     Seth's stomach lurched. He knew what that meant. Something had happened at the office, and he knew Roman well enough to know he was not going to be in a good mood. He swallowed hard and walked over to the small bar table and poured him his usual scotch into a crystal highball. He went to turn around, but before he could move he felt two large arms encircle his waist and squeeze him suffocatingly tightly. He gasped out all of his breath at once, his heart jumping as one of the hands moved up to his neck and squeezed.

     "Hi muffin," Roman breathed into Seth's ear from behind him. He buried his face into Seth's exposed neck and bit down hard, causing Seth's body to arch backward as he yelped and shuddered helplessly, teetering on the platform heels. He tried to recover and keep his composure even as Roman  licked up his neck to his earlobe, nibbling on it. Seth could smell alcohol on his breath.

     "Hi honey," Seth said brightly, trying hard not to let his voice waver. Then, out of habit, he added, "How was your day?" He immediately regretted it, but it was too late. The words were already out and he couldn't take them back. He winced, waiting for whatever was coming next. 

     Roman pulled Seth tightly against his chest, one hand going down and pulling up the front of his dress. "Shut up. All I want you to do is give me my drink and then go get me my fucking dinner. And then afterwards... I think I'm gonna get up into this," he sneered, smiling as he slid his palm over Seth's silky crotch, down between his legs to his ass crack and dragging it back to the front again. He grabbed the glass from Seth's hand, suddenly letting him go and spinning him roughly around, laughing tipsily as he watched Seth try not to fall down. "You're such a fucking whore. Are those the highest heels you have? What did I tell you about that?" he snapped, looking at Seth with disdain. 

     "I...I don't...I might have ones that are a teeny bit higher, but these ones match my dress better," Seth replied, still trying to keep it together. He lifted up a foot behind him, showing off his shapely legs in the nude stockings and white fuck-me pumps. "See? It's even blue, baby...your favorite color." He smiled flirtatiously, turning around and showing Roman his backside in the dress, batting his eyelashes over his shoulder. "Do you like it?"

     Roman answered, "Yeah...and I like what's underneath it even more. Especially when it's wrapped around my dick. Now, do what I told you to do and get in the kitchen and get me my dinner." And make it snappy," he ordered impatiently, still leering at Seth's legs. He reached down and grabbed his cock through his pants. "Then you can eat this." He laughed again, licking his lips.

     

     

     

     

     

Dean's Lady Friend: Chapter 2

     Dean laughed, taking the cap off the toy in his hand. "I dunno, we'll have to see just how good this pussy is first. If it's as good as you seem to think it'll be, I might just end up dumping my load in this instead of your mouth. Whaddya think of that?" He held it up closer to his face, rubbing his index finger  over the exterior, molded to look and feel highly realistic. "That's a very pretty pussy. Kinda makes me want to lick it." 

     Seth groaned, his eyes locked on the scene unfolding in front of him. "Yeah...do it," he said, crawling closer, his lips parted. "Eat that pussy." 

     Dean smirked, watching Seth obviously getting off on the idea. He opened his mouth and stretched out his tongue, making a show of it as he licked up and over the delicate pink slit. "Hmm...too bad it doesn't taste like real pussy though. It's been a while since I've had my face buried in some nice sweet, dripping snatch." 

     "Unhhh, yeah.... " said Seth breathlessly. "I'd like to see that." He tried shifting his cock around in his pants some more, but it was no use. His hard-on wasn't going anywhere. 

     "Go ahead and take it out, for God's sake. You look ridiculous like that." Dean said, eyeing Seth's sizeable bulge. Before he had even finished his sentence, Seth had unzipped and whipped out his dick, moaning as he ran his hand down to the base and held it there. "Sorry," he said, "this is just really fucking hot. Can I lick it too?  I want some."

     "Oh, I suppose," Dean replied, his lip curling as he smirked. "Come here and get your face right in it, you slut." Seth came up next to him and drove his tongue deep into the fleshy opening, closing his lips around the detailed clit and sucking softly as Dean held the toy in his hand for him. "Damn...I hope your girl appreciates that pretty mouth of yours. You look like you've had some practice." Dean said, reaching over and taking Seth's hard cock in his hand. He started to stroke him as Seth continued licking at it. "This is really doing it for you, isn't it?"

     Seth stopped licking and took the toy out of Dean's hand, replying "Fuck her for me...please. I wanna watch you do it."

     Dean got up onto his knees on the bed as Seth slid in front of him. He squirted a good amount of lube into the fake pussy, sticking two fingers inside to spread it around. "Mmm...that feels super real. I think she's ready for you, stud." He held the wet opening up to Dean's ready cock and slid it around against the head, teasing him.

     "You just hold your bitch still, I'll take care of the rest," Dean growled, more than ready to go.

      He grabbed his cock and started to slide it into the wet slit as Seth observed from mere inches away, completely transfixed. He gasped as he watched Dean's fat dick stretching the toy to its limits, delving deeper and deeper inside until he was in up to the hilt. Seth looked up at Dean's face, grinning as his expression changed to one of intense pleasure. "So, how does it feel? Like the real thing?" He asked anxiously. 

    Dean closed his eyes, remaining lodged inside for a moment before answering. "Wow. Damn...I'd say it's almost better than the real thing, except I'm not gonna be able to make this pussy cum all over me, no matter how hard I pound it. That's like, half the fun, you know?"

     "Well, you can try anyway," Seth said quietly, becoming more and more entranced. "Maybe someday I'll be able to see it for real."  

     Dean looked at him, raising an eyebrow. "Oh really?" He pulled back, his cock slowly coming out of the toy, shiny with lube. "You wanna tag-team with me, is that what you're saying?"

     "I dunno.....maybe," Seth replied, an inappropriately large grin spreading across his mouth. He bit his lip in an attempt to conceal it, but Dean saw it and picked up on his inner desire. He took his cock all the way out, slapping it against the soft outer lips a couple of times before driving it back inside. His mouth opened and he let out a juicy moan. "Fuuuccckkkk....so fucking tight. Feels like the best blowjob and the best pussy at the same time."

     Seth was brimming with desire by that point, and he was just horny enough to be demanding. "Can I try? I wanna see how it feels." 

     "No way," Dean answered, starting to pump in and out. "Just hold it still....fuck..." The inner walls of the Fleshlight caressed and kneaded Dean's hot cock as he got into a steady rhythm, fucking it hard enough for Seth to have to resist against him to keep it in place. His breathing became louder and he started to pant, getting lost in the sensation. "God yeah, that's good. That's really fucking good." 

     Seth squirmed, agitated and uncomfortably aroused. "Come on, please?" he pleaded. "I'm the one who gave her to you. Can't I at least try it? Just for a second, please...I'm dying over here." He rolled over onto his back, showing Dean his engorged member and licking his lips.

     Dean took the opportunity to spin around, straddling Seth's head and bringing his mouth down on that overly excited dick. He licked lazily all over it as Seth moaned and whined, hunching his hips upward. "Just shut up and gimme back that fucking cunt, willya?" Dean ordered. Seth brought the pussy up between them and slid it onto him, watching Dean's ass cheeks flex as he pushed in. He took Seth's dick in his mouth and sucked it greedily, enjoying the desperate squeaks and breathy moans that were coming from his little slut's throat. He resumed fucking, drilling the pliant hole as Seth watched from beneath him, the view of Dean's ass and his big, beautiful cock slamming into that sucking cunt driving him absolutely insane with lust. 

     "God yeah, fuck that pussy....that dick looks so fucking awesome. Give it to her good...come on." Seth panted as he pumped his own throbbing cock into Dean's hot mouth. 

     Dean began to thrust harder, picking up speed, moaning around Seth' dick. He pulled his head back, gasping for air. "Yeah...fuck, your bitch is gonna make me cum...hold on." He grunted as he fucked it hard, slamming himself all the way in and then out again repeatedly until he was right on the edge. "You still want it in your mouth?" he asked, trying to be considerate.

     "Nah," Seth replied, "fill up that dirty fucking cunt. Then I want it."

     That was all it took to push Dean over the edge. He gave it one last hard thrust and gushed out a huge load into it, growling and moaning and gnawing on Seth's hipbone as he rode out the waves of orgasm. Once he had come down a bit, he climbed off of Seth, taking the Fleshlight from his hands. 

     "Ok, you want your girl back now that she's all used up and full of my cum? Huh, you fucking dirty whore? You do, don't you?" 

     "Yes...I want that pussy sooo bad. Give it to me." Seth begged, looking up at Dean and pouting.

     Dean held Seth's cock up and slid the warmed-up pussy over it, pushing down on it until Seth was fully inside. Seth instantly began to moan and clutch at Dean's arm, pleading for him to go faster. As Dean worked the tireless cunt up and down over Seth's throbbing unit, he could see his cum starting to leak out and drip down the shaft. "God, you're dirty," he said admiringly. "Such a well-trained slut. I hope your girlfriend has you trained as well as I do, because if she's not getting off with you like I do, then maybe I might just need to come over and show you how to fuck correctly."

     Seth whined and moaned something unintelligible, his eyes closed as he thrust up into the hot, cum-filled orifice, knowing it was Dean's cum and loving it. "Oh God YESSS...that's it..." He grabbed hold of Dean's hands and held them still as he drilled the toy mercilessly, his mouth opening and eyes rolling back. "Any time, baby, any time...I know she wants your cock..." he whispered, ready to blow any second.

     Dean smiled wickedly. He leaned over Seth's face, responding,"Oh she's mine now. You just gave her to me."

     Seth tensed up and began to shake, all the tension building up to the boiling point. "Shit...yes....don't stop...fucckkkkk..." He groaned as his dick pulsed hard and he shot his load inside of the hungry pussy, huffing and writhing and crying out loudly as he did so.

    Dean watched with great appreciation as he milked out the last of Seth's cum and then pulled the toy off. He held it up, careful not to turn it upside-down. He put the cap back on it and set it on the nightstand. "You probably want that for later, huh?" He said jokingly. 

     "Ew, shut up," Seth replied, grinning. "I'm not that much of a slut."

     "Ha...that's a good one. Well, guess what? Since you're now also a lying slut, you get to clean her up for me. Make sure you do a good job, too, because I think I might want to fuck her again later tonight." Dean sneered, teasing. 

     "Don't you worry, I'll have her wet and ready again for you whenever you want it." Seth answered, leaning back on his elbow and smiling. 

     "You better," Dean quipped, "or else I'm coming for the real thing."

     "You promise?" Asked Seth.

     Dean looked at him, shaking his head and smirking. "Yeah. Anything you want, you slut. I think I kinda owe you one by now, don't I?"

     

    

     

     

Dean's Lady Friend

   "Hey, I hope you don't mind, but I got you something," Seth said, looking longingly into Dean's eyes in the restaurant where they were having dinner. He nervously thrust a smallish cardboard box across the table, looking around as though he was afraid of being caught. "I really spent a long time picking it out, so I hope you like it." He looked down and then back up again, batting his eyelashes shyly, his cheeks flushing.

     "Oh you did, now did you?" Dean asked, surprised. "Should I be worried about what's inside? This isn't payback for the panties thing, is it?" He said, his mock-concerned face quickly breaking into a smile. "No," Seth replied, rolling his eyes. "But it is something I'd like to, uhm...be involved with. Just open it and you'll see. Come on, the suspense is killing me." he said, anxiously shifting around in his chair. 

     "Alright calm down, jeez," Dean replied, opening the box with a table knife. "Is this a present for me or for you?"

     "Just wait, you'll see," Seth said excitedly, his eyes watching Dean's hands.

     After fumbling with the box top for a moment, he managed to get into it and opened the lid, peering inside. A perplexed look came across his face as he did so. He looked up at Seth, who was grinning expectantly. "Well? What do you think?" Seth asked.

     Dean reached into the box and pulled out a pale, flesh-colored object wrapped in hard plastic. He held it up, looking at it as though it might bite him. "Uhh, I'm not quite sure," he answered, thoroughly confused.

     "There's more to it...that's just the inside part," Seth added, still looking at the box. "Go ahead, look."

     He reached in again and pulled out a black tube-shaped plastic case, oddly shaped like a flashlight. He still looked confused for a moment longer, until he turned the objects around in his hands a couple more times, then the look on his face changed to one of shock and embarrassment. "Holy fucking SHIT Seth..." He said in a loud whisper, jamming both hurriedly back into the box, looking around to see if anyone had seen it besides him. "Did you seriously get me a fucking Fleshlight?" 

     Seth's eyes lit up, and he grinned broadly. "Yeah, I sure did."

     Dean's look of confusion intensified as he squinted and looked down at the table, resting his fingertips against his forehead. "Ok, explain.."

     Seth blushed a bit deeper and bit his lip, trying to scale back his excitement. "Well, I know how you don't like it when I'm gone, and I thought that this might at least make the time go by a little faster. Or, at least a little less...stressful...for you." He batted his long, dark eyelashes again, smiling sweetly. "Do you want me to put it together for you?" he asked, hands going for the box across the table. Dean slapped him away and wrapped an arm around it, shielding Seth from reaching. "Are you insane? We're in fucking public, where people are trying to eat, for Chrissakes. I don't think that family over there is gonna appreciate the visual of you playing with a pocket pussy while they're having dinner."

     Seth looked over at the family eating across from them and accidentally made eye contact with the mother. Instead of looking away, he held her gaze and winked, the tip of his tongue briefly making contact with the corner of his upper lip. He casually looked back to Dean as she blushed madly and dropped the forkful of food she was in the middle of eating. "Probably not," he grumbled. 

     Dean looked at Seth and smiled, despite the awkwardness of the situation. "Hey.........thanks. That's really thoughtful, in a weird way. But why on Earth would you decide to give me this in a public place when you could have done it in private?"

     "Well, because it's what you would do to me. And it always works for me," he said quietly, looking at Dean, eyes smoldering. He licked his lips, looking at the box again. 

     "Mmm-hmm...you look like you're ready to go." Dean said, his tone a shade more serious. 

     "Uh-huh," Seth replied, staring at the box, lost in his fantasies already.

     Dean chuckled to himself and paid the check. "Come on, whore, let's go take it out and play with it." He heard an audible gasp and looked over to see the mother of the family eating across from them trying not to choke on her food. She looked back at him enviously as he shrugged and grinned smugly, obviously enjoying the effect they were both having on her. 

     By the time they got to their hotel, Seth was chomping at the bit to get started. He bounced around like a puppy as he waited for Dean to take everything out of the packaging. Once it was out, Dean examined the fleshy tube, grinning boyishly as he inserted a finger into it. "So if you wanted me to have this for when you're not around, then why did you get one that looks like a pussy? Not that I mind, I mean. It's pretty fucking tight."

     Seth sighed, adjusting his hardening cock in his pants. "I dunno, I just....I haven't actually seen you fuck one, and I'm just...curious, I guess. It's just really hot to me for some reason."

     "Oh yeah?" Dean teased. "You wanna see my dick tearing up some nice tight pussy, do you?" 

     Seth shivered visibly, the look in his eyes becoming needier. "Yeah, please," he breathed. "I do. Sooo bad."

     "Man, just when I think you couldn't be any more of a fucking slut. Come here," Dean said, pulling Seth onto the bed on top of him. He pulled Seth's head down and held him by the beard as he jammed his long tongue into his ever-eager mouth. Seth kissed back hungrily, growling in response. "Here, let me get it ready for you," he said as he pulled back.

     Seth grabbed the parts and went into the bathroom with it while Dean sat back on the bed, pausing for a moment before deciding to take his shirt and pants off.                 He reclined back on the pillows as he listened to the sound of running water and stroked himself lightly. His cock was already hard just from knowing how turned on it was making his his little two-toned whore. 

     After a few minutes, Seth re-emerged from the bathroom. He had removed his shirt, and was holding the assembled toy in his hand with a sly grin on his face. "I think you're gonna like this," he said seductively. 

     "You better not have been trying it out in there," Dean scolded jokingly. "That bitch is mine." He grabbed it from Seth and pulled him by the hair down onto the bed, pushing him down to his crotch. "You can use that slutty mouth of yours to get me good and hard so I can fuck this pretty little cunt properly."

     Seth moaned, Dean's dirty talk making his cock throb deliciously. He obediently pulled down Dean's boxers, that lovely big cock of his springing out, and quickly sealed his hungry mouth around it. His lips and tongue milked him steadily until Dean was moaning and trembling. "Ok, ok...God," Dean huffed. "Do you want me to fuck this thing or do you want me to cum in your mouth?"

     "Unhhh....both?" Seth replied, pulling his mouth off of Dean's twitching dick, his lips shiny with spit.

 

Teamwork: Chapter 14

     Roman pushed his hair back, watching an angry red welt begin to raise up across Seth's trembling ass cheeks. His eyes widened a bit when he saw how much damage that one strike had done, and he got a sick feeling in the pit of his stomach for a moment when he realized that he could have easily done much worse. But Seth was panting and waiting for more, trying to resist the urge to look back at him to see what the holdup was. Ro knew he had to deliver, and now wasn't the time to doubt himself. 

     He wound up again and caught Seth a bit lower, right at the tops of his thighs. This time he yelped immediately, reflexively pushing forward toward Dean, who was still holding him in place by the chin. Dean could feel his hot breath against his palm and of course that ever-present tongue, lapping at anything that came close enough for it to reach. Seth nudged his forehead against Dean's hip, carefully avoiding the twitching cock right next to him, and sighed. The endorphins were kicking in already and suddenly he felt giddy. "That's two," he called out, trying not to laugh as he said it. 

     "What the fuck is so funny, slut?" Roman snapped back, walking swiftly over and grabbing Seth by the ass, pinching the welts hard between his fingers. Seth made a strangled squeaking noise as he buried his face into Dean's pelvis even more, his willpower being stretched to the limit. "I'm sorry, Mr. Reigns, it just....it felt...."

    "It felt like what?" Ro asked, running his fingers up Seth's crack and jamming two into his wet hole, pumping them in and out posessively. "Answer me."

    Seth's response came in short huffs. "Unhh...I'm sorry...it just felt...kind of good.....I just...unggh God..." he whined as he tried in vain to focus on forming complete sentences.

     A smile began to form on Roman's mouth as he locked eyes with Dean again. "You hear that?" He asked, his fingers still working in Seth's ass. "He thinks it feels good. Well I guess that means I need to step it up then, huh?" He stepped back once again and readied himself for another strike.

    Dean looked down at Seth, who was whimpering into his hip, his face buried beneath a tangled mess of two-toned hair. "I guess so," he replied, catching Seth's eyes as he looked up. "Maybe he needs more of a distraction."

   Ro planted himself and lashed out again, hitting Seth square across the ass, this time with a little more muscle behind it. The welt arose almost immediately and Seth cried out, this time in searing hot pain. His voice hoarsely squeaked out, "That's three... Mr. Reigns."

     The flood of sensation and the subsequent chemical cocktail going directly to his brain was turning Seth into a literal hot mess. His whole body vibrated as he kneeled on all fours, every muscle taut and flexing, sweat dripping down the center line of his spine and pooling in the dimples of his lower back.

     Dean was starting to lose control of himself, the intensity of the scene and Seth's reactions causing his adrenaline to surge and his cock to throb very uncomfortably. He decided that if he had to suffer, he was going to make sure he wasn't the only one. He grabbed his dick and held Seth's face back a bit, slapping him on the cheek with his engorged length and rubbing it up and down, feeling the scratchy beard hair tickling his sensitive flesh. 

     "Unhhh...shit....can't wait to fuck that pretty fucking face..." Dean mumbled to himself, rubbing the wet head of his dick all over Seth's cheeks, his eyes half-closed as he gazed downward, dazed. 

 Seth looked up and grinned, pushing his face back against Dean's rigid member, his tongue instinctively flicking out to touch it, running it up the side of his shaft. 

      Dean flinched when he felt Seth's tongue on his cock, and he again had to fight the overwhelming urge to shove himself into that eager mouth. He grabbed Seth by the hair and pulled his head back, slapping him quickly to get his attention. 

     "Cut that out," he whispered half-heartedly, looking nervously up at Roman, who was winding up again. "Are you trying to get me in trouble too?" 

     Even though he was apprehensive about what kind of punishment awaited him, Dean's libido was ramped up enough at that point for him to not think about the consequences. He held his cock out right in front of Seth's face as they both braced for the next strike, hoping in the back of his mind that Seth would take him into his mouth and refuse to let go.

     Roman struck again, this time unleashing a flurry of smacks on Seth's already-stinging cheeks. His hair flew wildly back and forth, obscuring the malicious grin that was spreading across his face as he got into it, watching closely to make sure he was spreading the blows evenly. 

     Seth tried to keep up, counting out the next four numbers as the strikes rained down on his backside, sending more dizzying endorphins rushing through his system. By the time he called out the number seven, Seth's entire body was dripping and his voice was on the verge of breaking. He held his body tense, waiting for it to continue, but there was nothing. Roman had taken a minute to re-adjust the strap in his hand and was engrossed in what he was doing for the moment.

     Seth looked up at Dean, his eyes pleading and his mouth opening, inviting him to do what he had been explicitly instructed NOT to do. The temptation for Dean was too much. He looked back up at Roman just as he swung again, hitting Seth on the more sensitive lower part of his ass. Seth pitched forward from the shock and Dean used the opportunity to his advantage, quickly tugging on the hair in his hands and pulling Seth's mouth down over his hard dick before he had a chance to pull back.

     The heat from Seth's mouth was overwhelming on Dean's neglected cock, and Seth immediately started to suck, causing an unexpected moan to escape Dean's throat. He abruptly pulled back, his cock coming out with a loud pop. 

     The room fell silent. Roman froze, fixing his glare on Dean, who looked back at him, eyes wide. "It was an accident, I...I swear," Dean stammered, not knowing what else to say. 

     Roman walked back over, pressing his hips against Seth's ass, grinding his flinching length of hard meat into him, his leaking cock making a growing wet spot in his pants. He continued to stare Dean down as he held out his arm to the side and let the belt drop to the floor. One side of his mouth curled into a smile and he squinted, obviously plotting something.

     "Go ahead, put it back in," Ro commanded.

     Dean shook his head, face frozen in shock. "N- No, I'm good," he uttered, eyes looking away.

     Ro chuckled, looking down at Seth's back for a moment before looking back up, the expression in his eyes having taken on a deeply sinister cast. "That wasn't a fucking question, bitch. DO IT." He pinched one of the welts on Seth's butt firmly and he wailed in pain, almost sobbing, mouth wide open.

     "DO. IT." he said again, his voice booming.

     Dean did as he was told, shaking as he slid into that warm, caressing orifice, biting his bottom lip. Seth held still, too afraid to do anything except let Dean use his mouth as Roman had directed. He moaned helplessly around Dean's cock as he held him there, awaiting Roman's next command.

     "Now, I think I'll do the last two by hand, so I can keep an eye on you, you sneaky little whore," Ro said, slapping Dean on the cheek. "You stay right where you are, mmkay?"

      He smiled, putting a hand on Seth's lower back and bringing his other hand up. Dean swallowed hard, his pulse suddenly racing. 

     Roman's hand came down on Seth's ass cheek with a thunderous smack, the sound reverberating throughout the room. Seth screamed, his breath coming in great shaking sobs around Dean's cock. Dean shuddered, trying not to think about the tingling vibrations that were threatening to make him boil over as he stared back at Roman, willing himself to focus.

     "So where were we at, anyway?" Ro asked. 

     "Nine." Dean answered on Seth's behalf, since his mouth was otherwise occupied.

     Ro leaned over Seth, purring, "One more, kitten," into his ear. He then stood back up and let go with the hardest blow he could muster, almost knocking Seth over. Hot tears streamed down Seth's face as he sobbed and shook like a leaf, but still kept his mouth in place around the pulsing dick that filled it. He wasn't about to screw up again, that was for sure.

     Dean closed his eyes and tried to think about anything else, but it was no use. Seth's mouth was just too hot, too wet, too everything. He didn't want to cum yet, but he was starting to think he wasn't going to have a choice. 

     Suddenly Roman reached out and grabbed Seth by the hair, taking him from Dean and yanking his head back. Seth gasped once his breathing was no longer obstructed, his chest heaving, panting heavily. Roman pulled Seth up to him and encircled his waist from behind with his large arms, kissing him tenderly on the shoulder. "Good job, kitten. I know that was hard for you," he said reassuringly. "Take a break, you earned it," he said, shoving Seth off to the side on the bed and watching him crumple into a sweaty heap. 

     Ro looked at Dean, flipping his hair back and licking his lips, smirking. "Finally...your turn."

     

     

     

     

       

    

     

     

     

     

For Men, By Men

     "Look, you really need to stay still or you're gonna get cut down here, and I really don't think you want that," Seth said as he gingerly smoothed shaving gel onto Cesaro's tight, twitching abs. He shivered as the cold blue gel quickly turned white and transformed into a dense foam, Seth's nimble fingers spreading it downward past his navel. 

     Seth sighed, looking him impatiently in the eye. "I told you, we're not gonna be able to do this unless you take everything off. I'm not shaving around your underwear. Besides, it's gonna get all wet."

     Cesaro looked down somewhat bashfully. "I'm sorry, I'm not used to being this...comfortable around other guys before. You mean this doesn't bother you at all?"

     Seth laughed to himself. "I've seen you shower before, motherfucker. You think you've got something I haven't seen? Whip it out then," he taunted, smirking.

     "Something tells me you wouldn't mind that," Cesaro shot back. 

     "Something tells ME you wouldn't have agreed to let me shave you if you minded it," Seth said matter-of-factly, raising an eyebrow. Cesaro broke eye contact and looked away, hooking his thumbs in his briefs and pushing them down to the floor. He looked back up at Seth and stepped out of them. 

     "I have no idea how you talked me into this," he said, shaking his head, hands on his hips. Seth laughed inwardly again. "I didn't talk you into anything. I just helped you figure out a couple of things, that's all." 

     "No, it's not that. It's just, there's just something about you...I can't really explain it." He said, looking at Seth in wonderment. 

"I know," said Seth, still vaguely impatiently. "Look, can I give you a piece of advice?" He asked, putting his palm against Cesaro's freshly-shaven chest, still wet from being rinsed off. "Just trust me. I have a universal appeal. Did I not come highly recommended by my teammates? How do you think they stay so smooth...and happy?" He said, breaking into a mischievous smile and running a hand through his hair. 

     "Ah shit," Seth whined as he realized he had just smeared shaving cream all over his head. "Fuck me...goddammit.....well, this is obviously going to get messy. Come on, let's get in here," he said, stepping into the shower, gesturing for Cesaro to follow him. 

     Cesaro gave him a skeptical look for a moment, then looked Seth's shirtless body up and down and smiled, his tongue licking the edge of his lip. He took a deep breath and exhaled, then stepped in after Seth, facing him. "Alright, do it. Just uh, don't mind that," he said, looking down at his stiffening cock. Seth got on his knees, eyeing it intently. "Oh, I don't mind at all."

     Seth squirted out some more gel into his palm and rubbed it across Cesaro's lower abs and around his cock, grabbing it in the middle and pulling it down so he could spread the cream evenly above it. Cesaro gasped slightly as he felt Seth's hand close around him. He blushed as he realized he was getting very hard, very quickly. 

     Seth took a fresh razor and drew it slowly over Cesaro's abdomen, carefully working it around his muscled torso. Seth meticulously shaved every inch of him, his mouth open in concentration. Cesaro squirmed as the razor got closer to his dick, which by then was throbbing rather painfully. He was trembling by the time Seth was working on his balls, holding his cock out of the way, pressing it back against his stomach. 

     Seth smiled watching him squirm awkwardly, licking his lips as he stole another lascivious look at the sizeable cock in front of him. "You know, we still have to get the back side too."

     Cesaro looked down. "Yeah, so?" he asked quizzically. 

     Seth made a corkscrew motion with his finger, motioning for him to turn around. Cesaro rolled his eyes, but did as he asked, spreading his legs and sticking out his exquisitely rounded ass. "I swear, it's only because it's you..." he said, looking back at Seth, his hands and forehead pressed against the shower wall. 

     "Uh-huh," said Seth nonchalantly as he began applying more gel to Cesaro's firm cheeks and into his crack. He jumped as Seth's fingers grazed his opening. "Hey, getting a little personal there," he said somewhat nervously. "Well, you have to be thorough," Seth replied, licking his lips. He proceeded to shave him completely smooth everywhere he could reach, then grabbed a cheek and spread his ass apart, carefully shaving his sensitive areas.

      Cesaro leaned forward, panting and trying desperately not to cum all over the shower wall. He was embarrassed by how turned on he was from all this, but he was trying to take Seth's advice to heart and just go with it. He just knew that Seth's touch was driving him crazy and his dick was pounding with a heartbeat of its own. Before he could stop it, a moan escaped his lips. 

     "What's the matter? Don't want me to stop? Seth inquired, setting down the razor. He squirted a big dollop of gel into his hand and brought both hands together, spreading it around, a devilish grin on his face. 

     "You're not done, are you?" Cesaro asked breathlessly.

.     Seth grinned wider. "I don't have to be," he teased. 

     He grabbed the beautiful ass in front of him with both hands, groping him and covering him in shaving cream at the same time. His lubricated fingers roamed all over and around those muscular mounds, drawing heated gasps from Cesaro as he started to push back against Seth's wandering hands.

     Seth slid his hand between Cesaro's legs and spread shaving cream up onto his straining cock, closing his finger and thumb around it and starting to stroke upward. Cesaro whined and bucked forward, trying to get as much contact as possible against those slick fingers. "Impatient, aren't we?" Seth smirked, picking up speed. He used his other hand to rub Cesaro's asshole in little circles,grinning up at him the whole time. 

     "Unhhh, that's so fucking hot..." Seth moaned, immensely excited by everything that was happening. His own cock was straining for release, but he had hardly thought about it before that moment. Suddenly, it was a hard, insistent presence, begging for attention. He quickly reached down and unzipped, pulling it out. The head was slick with pre-cum, and he jerked himself off for a few seconds, just trying to let off some of the rapidly building tension. "Ok, time to rinse. Just one more step in the process after this," he said, trying to sound as suggestive as possible. 

     Cesaro turned the shower on, the water raining down on both of them, Seth still on his knees. He stood up, pulling his pants down and off before they got soaked completely, then stripped off his underwear and got back on his knees again. He pushed Cesaro up against the wall and rinsed all the soap off of him, running his hands all over Cesaro's finely honed body, now baby-smooth and deliciously naked. He spread those sparkling-clean cheeks and plunged his tongue into his little hole, pulling his ass back against his face, lapping him over and over until Cesaro was moaning and begging for release.

     He turned around, his thumping dick swinging in front of Seth's face. He expertly swallowed it, his hands kneading Cesaro's balls as he huffed and thrust urgently into Seth's hot, caressing mouth. Seth moved a hand down to his own cock and began stroking it in earnest.  His moans vibrated Cesaro's cock in just the right way, and soon he was holding Seth by the hair as he fucked his hungry mouth, mouth open as he moaned and bucked wildly.

     Cesaro felt his cock starting to throb harder and faster, and he let out a loud groan as he swelled and exploded down Seth's eager throat. Just then, Seth came too, spurting out his load onto the shower wall and floor, grunting lustily, gripping Cesaro's leg for support.

     Once they had calmed down a bit, Cesaro helped Seth back up onto his feet. He was a bit wobbly, but once he ran his head under the stream of water, he looked back at him and said, "So, you wanna do me next?"