Disclaimer: I do not own any of the wrestlers used in this story, if I did they would never leave my bed. This is purely a fantasy and is not intended to imply the sexuality of the wrestlers mentioned. What they do in the personal lives is their own business.
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Pairing; Alex Riley/Brad Maddox
Brad is inside his office, dressed in his signature suit, looking rather pleased with himself. He's sitting on his chair, facing away from his desk, staring up at a poster of himself that he put on the wall when he got the GM job, while he's talking on the phone. He's just booked a match for John Cena to face Randy Orton for the WWE championship at Night of Champions and he realizes how much of a ratings winner this is. "Yes Mr McMahon, that's right, Orton Vs Cena. Am I amazing or what?" Brad smirks to himself. His smirk soon subsides however, when somebody bashes on his office door. Brad rolls his eyes and removes the phone from his ear, covering the speaker on it before yelling "Come in." in a rather unenthusiastic tone. He hates being disturbed when he's in the middle of something. Especially when he's trying to impress his boss. The office door flies open and a man walks into the office. Brad puts the phone to his ear and tells Vince "I have a guest, I'm going to have to go." before hanging up the phone and swirling his chair around to face the man who barged in on him.
"Alex." Brad says surprised. "Aren't you supposed to be on NXT?" Brad asks with a cocky grin on his face. The man -now revealed to be Alex Riley- is not impressed. He has an angry look on his face. Not that Brad notices, he's too busy checking out Alex's bulge in the jeans he's wearing. "That's just it Maddox, now you're in charge, I was hoping you'd help me get back to the main roster. Its insane that you keep me with a bunch of rookies." Alex explains to Maddox. Alex takes a seat on the couch opposite Brad's desk, inadvertently giving Brad a perfect view of that ass that his jeans hug so tightly as he does so. Brad is transfixed by that ass. So perfectly sculpted. Not as good as his own of course but well, its hot none the less. Just as Brad's mind trails into a fantasy Alex interrupts him. "Well?" Alex asks. Brad snaps out of his trance. "Oh. I'm sorry I was just.. Never mind." Brad says to the handsome man. "Anyway.. I can't put you back on the main roster, Alex. Only Vince can do that." Brad says to the man. Alex shifts around in his seat, getting himself more comfortable. Brad is staring once again. "That sucks! I'm better than half the guys that are getting everything handed to them!" Alex snaps. Brad looks down at his own pants, where a tent is starting to grow. God, that tone Alex is using almost makes him want to cum on the spot. Brad curses himself. He's always so horny, its constant. Its how he got his GM job in the first place, he fucked his way to the top. Alex walked in there in his black shirt, with the top button undone and those tight jeans. He'd have to be an idiot to not be attracted to the man. Brad decides that he has to make a move. What's the worst that could happen? If Alex refuses he'll just get Vince to fire him. Job done.
"Maybe there is something you can do." Brad smirks, he places his right hand over his bulge and runs his hand over it, trying to ease the uncomfortable feeling he's getting down there. Alex clocks on to this and is intrigued. He pretends he doesn't notice and simply says "And what is that Brad?" Alex snaps his legs open in his seated position to show Brad his bulge once again. Brad has now lost it, he's rubbing his own bulge frantically and biting his lip. "I would do" Alex starts to talk when he realizes Brad isn't paying attention. He clicks his fingers to make Brad snap out of it once again. Brad just looks up at Alex's eyes. "...I would do ANYTHING to get back on the roster.." Alex licks his lips, for Brad's purpose. Sure, Alex feels bad that he has to whore himself to get where he wants but he can't handle being so low on the card. Besides, Brad is a good looking guy. Its not like Alex has never been with guys before. He was fucking Mike Mizanin for months when he was his rookie and since then has embraced guys as well as girls. "Anything."Alex repeats again, with emphasis as he reaches his hand for his zipper. He slowly lowers his zipper and Brad picks up the pace on his growing bulge. He's now fully hard in his pants. He is anxiously awaiting to see Alex's length. He wont have to wait long. Alex stands from the couch and pops the button on his jeans, he pulls them down and slips them off leaving him in just his tight white boxer shorts. Brad nods his head in approval. Alex then walks over to Brad's desk and climbs on it. He angles himself so he is sat with his legs open right in front of Brad. His bulge about 3 feet away from Brad's face.
"If you talk to Vince about getting me on the main roster.. I'll let you pound me into oblivion." Alex says. Brad watches Alex's crotch as it starts to swell inside his boxers. Brad is completely shocked and incredibly turned on. He looks up at Alex's eyes. Those eyes. He looks so innocent but he's nothing but a fucking tease. "We have a deal!" Brad says to Alex. He reaches his hand out and runs his finger across the front of Alex's boxers, across that bulge. He feels it pulsating under his touch. A light moan escapes Alex's lips. Alex jolts his hips forward into Brad's touch, deliberately teasing the horny GM. "That's what I like to hear, Braddy." Alex giggles. Braddy? Nicknames already? Brad grabs the waistband of Alex's boxers and Alex raises his hips as Brad pulls them down to Alex's ankles. He's almost hit in the face by Alex's semi-hard shaft. "Fuck me, how big is that thing?" Brad asks, genuinely curious. Alex smirks. Brad takes the shaft into his hand and starts to stroke Alex to hardness, playing with Alex's foreskin, pulling it back to take a look at Alex's juicy head. Alex is hard in no time. Without warning Brad lowers himself from his seat and kneels down right in front of Alex. He takes a moment to admire Alex's 9 inch erect shaft, the shiny purple head poking out of the skin and those huge balls that hang below, and are currently not hanging as much as they should be due to the desk obstructing them. Brad lifts up Alex's his dick and shoves his head straight into the balls, immediately rolling them around in his mouth, licking them, loving the salty taste he receives from them. Alex throws his head back and leans back on his elbows on the desk. Brad laps up Alex's ball sweat and uses his hand to furiously wank Alex's cock. "You're such a horny slut, boss." Alex winks. Brad removes Alex's balls from his mouth and licks his lips. Alex grabs his length and smacks Brad's cheek with it, who is taking it like a bitch. Brad attempts to catch the dick in his mouth each time Alex slaps him with it, which amuses Alex to no end.
"What a whore." Alex laughs. He then feeds his cock into Brad's waiting mouth and Brad gets to work, he swirls his tongue around the head and that sends Alex into overdrive. He starts thrusting into Brad's mouth, fucking his bosses mouth. Brad gags and spits the cock out, leaving a trail of drool to slide off Alex's dick while he recuperates. Alex laughs. He can't help it. "Can't handle my dick, whore?" Alex asks. Brad responds by going back down on Alex's dick. Brad works the dick in his mouth. "Your mouth is good for more than just talking." Alex moans out. Brad puts his oral skills to great use and after a few attempts he manages to deep throat all 9 inches of Alex's cock. Once Brad is all the way down he licks the underside of Alex's cock which drives Alex over the edge. "Yeah suck that dick." Alex says sluttishly. He's gripping the desk pretty tightly to keep his balance. The warmth and wetness of Brad's mouth and tongue working his dick is sending him over the edge. He doesn't want the blowjob to end but it has to. He roughly grabs Brad's hair and pulls him from his dick, which grants him an unsatisfied groan from Brad. "Why did you stop me?" Brad asks. Alex giggles. "Time for the main event." Alex says. He then gets up from the desk and turns around, showing Brad his fat, juicy ass. Brad gives his ass a slap. Alex hisses. Brad left a red hand print on Alex's ass from the slap. Brad then parts Alex's cheeks to expose his tight, slightly hairy, pink hole. Its too good to resist. Brad dives straight between Alex's cheeks and licks around his tight hole, shocking Alex. "Awh yeah! Eat me out you dirty fucker!" Alex begs. Brad moans at the taste, he slips his tongue into Alex's hairy hole and immediately feel it loosen and accept his tongue. "Yeah baby! Get your fucking fingers in there and twist it!" Alex pushes his ass back, trying to get Brad's tongue in as deep as possible. Brad attempts to slip one of his fingers into Alex's hole along with his tongue and after little effort, the digit slots in. Brad joyfully jabs the finger in all the way to the knuckle, all the while lapping up Alex's ass juice with his tongue. Alex is moaning like a whore. His eyes are bulging, he's in ecstasy. "Mmmph!" Brad moans out. He jabs a second and third finger, without warning into Alex's loosened hole making Alex scream out in both pain and joy. "Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!" Alex begs Brad. Brad removes his fingers and tongue and Alex groans at the empty feeling he suddenly has. "Now who is the whore?" Brad laughs, slapping Alex's ass again.
Brad makes quick work of his belt and quickly pulls down his suit pants and is left in his Superman boxer shorts. Riley looks back at Brad and notices the boxers. "You clearly wasn't expecting anyone to see those today." he laughs. Brad is embarrassed and quickly drops them. Alex is still laughing when Brad roughly forces his 8 inch, fat cock inside Alex's hole. Alex screams out at the unexpected intrusion. Tears roll down Alex's face where it hurts more than he'd planned. Brad smirks. "That'll teach you for laughing at SuperBrad." Alex groans. He chuckles a little at the nickname. Who knew Brad had a sex name? Brad slowly removes his shaft until just the head remains inside Alex's hole before roughly shoving all 8 inches back in again. "Ah! Fuck! Yeah! So good! Fuck that hole!" Alex cries. Brad is happy to oblige, he starts to rapidly thrust in and out of Riley's hole. "Mmm! Fuck me harder!" Alex pleads. He's being such a whore. Brad continues to ram his cock in and out of Alex's hot hole. Sweat drips from his body but not as bad as Alex, who is sweating like a pig and moaning like the biggest whore. Brad feels the burning feeling in the pit of his stomach, his climax is coming soon. Alex is also close. Brad is fucking his hole in such a satisfying way that he doesn't even have to touch his dick. "Say my name!" Brad yells as he hits Alex's prostate repeatedly with each thrust. Alex mumbles out "B-Brad!" and Brad slaps the ass he is currently fucking into oblivion. Alex winces. "Not that name!" Brad bites down on Alex's back trying to stifle his own moans. Alex is confused and also having too much pleasure to really understand what he means. "Say my name or no cum for you!" Brad yells, in the throws of passion. He's still pummeling Alex at a frenzied pace. Alex finally comes on to what Brad means. "Mmm SuperBrad!" he screams as he shoots 6 shots of sticky cum all over the desk and down his own leg. Brad smirks after hearing it. Alex's walls constrict against Brad's dick and he knows he won't last much longer. Alex quickly forces Brad out of his hole and gets on his knees in front of the desk with his mouth wide open, waiting for Brad to cum. "Cum!" Alex shouts. Brad starts to furiously wank his cock while looking down at the sluttish Alex, it doesn't take long before Brad roars out like a demon and shoots his load all over Alex's face, most of it misses its destination of Alex's mouth and instead goes into Alex's hair and around his face. Alex licks Brad's dick clean of all the cum. The sight is so hot, if Brad hadn't just came he'd cum on the spot. Alex licks his lips trying to get all the loose cum off his face. Brad slumps himself back onto his office chair and watches in amusement. Then he picks up his Superman boxer shorts and wipes the cum off Alex's face with a smirk. He then hands Alex the cum stained boxers. "Remember the name." Brad says. He stands up and puts his pants back on. Alex is still catching his breath. "Thanks for that, Mr Riley." Brad smirks before leaving his office. "What about my roster slot?!" Alex yells but his fuck buddy is already gone.
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This was my first attempt at writing slash and my first story on FanFiction in general.. I'd appreciate any reviews. I hope its not that bad. I intend to make this a series with different pairings, I'm taking requests. Note: One of the pairing MUST be Alex. ;)