Date: July 22, 2013
Time: 2:00 P.M.

Today was just like any other day in Laredo, Texas. It was hot. That was why Dean Ambrose had showed up wearing less than usual. He had just got finished working out at the gym with Seth and Roman, now he was making his way into the arena, wearing black tennis shoes, black gym shorts, and a purple tank top with a black outline.

"Mr. Ambrose, wants to see you in his office." said a random crew member who was trying to get everything he was supposed to do, done.

"Uh, okay, tell him I'm gonna go put my stuff in the lock-"

"No worries, said he wanted to see you as soon as you entered the arena. Let me take your bags. Tonight you'll be in locker room five."

"Um, okay." Dean said as he handed the crew member his bag.

Dean really hadn't done anything bad lately.

Dean would then make his way over to Brad's office.

Once there Dean would knock on the door.

The door would open and out would come Summer Rae and Fandango, both were looking disheveled.

Dean would then walk into the office to find Brad sitting on the couch.

"Ah, Mr. Ambrose, come in, lock the door behind you."

Dean locked the door.

"Do you remember a couple of weeks ago when Vickie had asked you and the other members of The Shield not to interfere in a match?"

"Uh, yeah."

"Do you remember what you said when she confronted you backstage?"

"Uh, no."

"Well you said, and I quote 'What are you gonna do Vickie? Spank us?'"

"Oh, yeah I did say that."

"Stand up and drop your shorts and underwear."

"What? No!" Dean said as he stood up, and was beginning to walk out.

"Uh uh uh Dean. Unless you want to be striped of your United States title and sent back down to NXT, I suggest you walk over here and drop your bottoms."

Dean didn't want to be striped of his title, and he sure as hell didn't want to be sent back down to NXT.

With a sigh Dean walked back over to Brad, who was now standing up. Dean would then drop his shorts and boxers to reveal his limp dick.

"Now what?" Dean asked.

"Let me ask you Dean, have you ever been fucked in the ass?"

"Uh, nope."

"Perfect." Brad responded.

Brad would then start to undo his leather belt.

"Bend over the couch." Brad said.

Dean did as he was told to. He bent over the black leather couch, with his arms crossed on the couch, and his knees planted on the ground.

Dean would be there for a little while, before anything else happened. Dean just figured Brad was admiring his muscular ass, and tight pink hole.

He thought that until Brad asked for his hands.

"Let me see your hands behind your back."

Dean would put his hands behind his back and Brad would handcuff his hands.

"What the hell is this?" Dean asked.

"Shh." Brad whispered into Dean's ear.

Brad would then put a ball gag into Dean's mouth.

Dean was nervous, he never really did S & M, Seth or any of his past girlfriends/boyfriends/one night stands were into that.

"You've been a naughty boy Mr. Ambrose." Brad said as he started to get on the floor.

Brad would then reach back with all his might, and spank Ambrose.

Ambrose kinda liked it. He was kinda getting turned on.

Brad would then spank Ambrose more and more, Brad would then lose track after nine.

Ambrose's ass was now as red as a tomato. Ambrose's dick was as hard as rock, same with Brad.

Brad would then start to tease Ambrose's hole.

Brad's tongue would start to swirl around the almost virgin tight hole.

"Your hole tastes really good Mr. Ambrose, let's see if it feels as good as it tastes." Brad said.

Brad would then drop down his briefs and rub his dick between Ambrose's ass cheeks.

After teasing Ambrose, Brad would insert his cock into the tight ass.

Ambrose's moans were muffled, but as far as Brad could tell, Dean liked it.

Brad had two different styles of thrusts, his fast thrusts weren't as deep and involved hair pulling, his slow thrusts were deep and involved more spanking.

More and more muffled moans came from Dean's full mouth.

Brad would then pull out of Dean and pull him up to his knees by his hair.

Brad was currently stroking his hard cock right in front of Dean's face.

Brad would eventually bust his thick load all over Dean's face.

Dean's face was currently covered in Brad's semen with Brad's dick resting on his face.

"Ah, that was good." Brad said as he then pulled up his black briefs, that he filled out very well.

Dean would then make a little noise to remind Brad that he was still there.

Out of nowhere Brad would then slap Dean, sending Dean back onto the floor with his head and back against the other couch.

"SHUT UP! I KNOW YOU'RE STILL HERE!" Brad said.

Brad would then make his way over to his bag and pull out a flesh light and a container of lube.

Brad would then lube up Dean's hard length and insert it into the flesh-light.

Brad would move the flesh light a very slow pace on Ambrose's cock.

After a little while Dean's cock would shoot a thick load out from the top of the flesh light. Some getting on Dean's shirt, some getting on the flesh-light, and some getting on Brad's hand.

Brad would then lick the cum from his hand and from the flesh-light.

"Ah, well Mr. Ambrose it was a pleasure doing business with you. Unless you want to be punished again don't misbehave." Brad said as he started to undo Dean's handcuffs and ball gag.

Brad would walk over to get his pants when Dean would say something.

"Can...we go..again?" Dean asked.

"What? You aren't satisfied?" Brad asked shocked.

Dean shook his head, "Nope, until you come sit on me." Dean said as he grabbed a hold of his dick, which was still hard.

Brad wasn't going to go back. Until Dean flashed him a smile.

Once he saw that smile, Brad would drop his briefs and walk over to Dean and slowly squat onto his cock.

Brad would then bounce up and down, while Dean played with Brad's tie and the other was placed on Brad's cock. Brad hands were on Dean's thighs.

Dean would then tilt his head back, as he shot his load deep into Brad's ass.

Brad however was close to, and instead of settling for a hand job, he quickly stood up and inserted his cock into the mouth of Dean, whose head was still tilted back.

Brad would continue to face fuck Dean, until he released his load deep into Dean's throat.

Brad would slowly start to back away, "Are you satisfied now?".

Dean would then nodded his head.

"Okay. Good. Now get out of my office!"

~Well I hoped you enjoyed this chapter! I know what you're thinking "Why add another story when you already have X amount?" Well two of them "Welcome to the WWE" and "My Encounter with a WWE Superstar" are no more! So that leaves this one, One Night Stands, Randy's, Punk's, AJ's, and John's stories

Well yeah, this story (I will try) to update every Monday (Until Brad is no longer GM).~