WWE FANFIC.
WARNING: RATED MA FOR LANGUAGE, GRAPHIC GAY SEXUAL CONTENT.
RYBACK.
For a year, I had been a fan of the giant. Mr. "Feed Me More" himself.
Ryback. Watching him overcome every opponent with his inhuman
like brute strength. He was strong. Almost like a god. Hercules Reincarnate.
I couldn't believe when I saw him in action. It was like a ballet. He was so majestic
and beautiful. He had blue piercing eyes with such a
immaculate body. Those thunderous pecs. Thick thighs. Rock like
biceps. There was a muscle on every inch of his body. There was
only one muscle i was particularly interested in, and tonight I
was gonna get to see it. See I had a backstage pass for the event tonight.
I spent almost all i had for the backstage pass, but I didn't care.
I was on a mission. I was gonna see him tonight if it was the last
thing I did. I arrived, and got backstage. I was .
Scared and cautious having to slip around security. Like I
was in a lustful trance. This is something I could only dream of. I
was almost convincing myself that it wasn't real. I was always good,
and never disobeyed authority. So the fact that I was slipping past
security so easily without detection to meet a man who I've never even
had a conversation with blew my mind. I saw a hallway another athlete
went down that said "LOCKER ROOMS". I crept down the hall until I
arrived in front of his door. I put my hand on the doorknob and froze.
I couldn't even believe I was about to meet a man I was such a huge
fan of. My happy delusion broke when I heard a security guard's walkie
talkie. Already knowing he was about to turn down the same hallway I
was on I ran in the room and silently shut the door. Suddenly a
growl-like moan took away my focus. It sounded like him but, I
couldn't see him. Then the sound came beckoning from behind a cracked
door in the room. I slowly approached the door with my heartbeat
increasing with every step. Deep down I knew it was him as soon as I
saw his wrestling gear hanging up on the shelf. Another moan made me
refocus on the door. I opened the cracked door without hesitation. It
was my Goliath. My Hercules. My god-like fantasy. He was nude, playing
with his throbbing cock. I stood in awe, shocked and, amazed. He was
the complete opposite. He snapped at me. "Hey boy, how old are you!?"
I was shaken with my bottom lip trembling and my hands sweating. He
could sense my fear too. "N-n-nineteen", I stuttered. He stood up and
didn't hide his hard cock. It was my dream in the flesh naked. It was
a true I wasn't so nervous it probably would've bought me to tears. "Look
at me kid", he demanded. I stared at him without hesitation. When he
gave an order I definitely followed it. I was too scared to pretend I
didn't want to look. Observing every inch of muscle and especially
those full low hangers and that 9 inch cock. I was in heaven. "Now boy
you're gonna be my sex slave. Whenever I call you, you are to serve
me.", he growled. It almost made me faint. Not from fear but, from the
fact that a nobody
like me gets to serve a king. To be his personal fuck toy. His voice
pulled me out of my trance again. "You wanna be my toy?" I hesitated
to seem that I wasn't too drawn in even though I really was but, then
I quickly spoke up. "Yes." He looked at me with a confusing glance.
"Now boy, beg me to let you touch me." Giving a blank stare I spoke.
"Can I please touch you sir?" "Come here boy." I slowly walked forward
and he began to strip me naked. Then he put me on my knees and put his
cock in my face. "Let me see that tongue boy." "Yes sir." I didn't
wanna do anything to fuck this up. I was his little fuck toy and, its
like my wildest dream come true.