CM Punk was sitting alone in his locker room, scrolling through his Twitter feed, when suddenly, a red-faced Big Show burst through his door, swiftly followed by The Great Khali, with nothing to cover his erection but a little pink tutu.
"Let's play, bitch." they said in unison.
Before Punk had a chance to react, the two intruders were already hosting him up above their heads, and gracefully removing his trunks. They then released their grip on the terrified individual who has claimed to be the "best in the world", and he fell to the ground with a thud, giving his attackers just enough time to strip themselves of their singlet/balletwear.
"What do you want with me?!" sobbed Punk, dreading what was about to happen.
"Bitch, on your knees. I want a piece of that mouth," said Big Show.
"Yaahhhhrrrrr," agreed Khali.
"No, please, I'll do anything but th- GUHBGHUG," Punk was quickly cut off when Show's 56" cock thrust into his mouth and down his throat. He showed no mercy as he quickly began to thrust in and out of Punk's wet oral cavern, grunting out his appreciation. The force that Show was using in this facefucking made Punk gag constantly, tears rushing to his eyes as he tried to fight back the pain of having his throat used so roughly.
Khali just stood at the back of the room and repeatedly sang the Happy Birthday Song.
"You're a dirty fucking whore, aren't you? That's how you managed to keep that fucking title of yours for so long, you little fucking bitch. I fucking hate your stupid little guts, keep sucking on that shit, slut. That's right, worship me. I'm glad you don't have the title any more, now you'll have to suck us all of again to stay out of midcard!" Big Show relentlessly taunted Punk whilst he tore up his throat with such mammoth power.
After a while, Show got bored. He called Khali over for the real show, to which the Punjabi Playboy responded with a "Raaaaaaaaarrararrrrr yeeeeeaaaaaahhhhh!".
They roughly shoved Punk on his hands and knees, and as the Second City Saint spluttered out pleas of mercy which could hardly be heard due to the facefucking he'd just been forced to take, they both shoved their massive dicks into his puckered pink hole at the same time, which made Punk let out a scream which shook the walls of the locker room.
He was in total agony at this point, and just wanted it to be over. He closed his eyes and took the pounding as the two enormous men behind him thrusted in and out of his ring of muscle with blistering speed and strength which shouldn't be physically possible due to the size of these men. His asshole was a bloodied mess, and as they finally spilled their gooey white strings of semen into his hole, he laid limp and cried, trying to will the pain away.
Then, the two men each pulled out a small box of their own, leaning on one knee and facing Punk.
"CM Punk, will you marry us?" they said together.
"FUCK YEAH I WILL BITCHES" Punk joyfully cried.
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