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?"

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.