He had heard Justin's request and, while he wanted to continue what they were doing, he knew that they couldn't do this forever. They had to continue with the plan. The Celtic Warrior, after what seemed like an eternity of eating the South African's round ass, he removed his face from between his cheeks and put him on his shoulder. He kept them there for a few moment before tossing him back down onto the bed. He watched as his body bounced and his cock bounced harder. That only set off a fire in Sheamus and he wasn't gonna quench it any time soon. He pounced on him and began attacking his mouth without mercy.

"Mmm..." Justin moaned as he felt the rough beard of the Celtic Warrior against his face and neck. His hands hungrily grabbed at his ass, squeezing and groping like his life depended on it. "You...ready...for...the next...level?" He asked in between kisses.

At this point, Justin Gabriel was just irresistible. He was exactly what Sheamus needed. The truth is that he had been building up some sexual tension. Along with making Punk jealous, he was also relieving some of his pent up frustration. Gabriel just so happened to be the perfect outlet for it. He repeatedly pecked his lips and running his hand down the side of his face. "Ah think so, lad." He smirked a bit for kissing his forehead and turning his back to him. He then got on all fours.

"Perfect." Justin said. "You're prepared for the next level..." He breathed out in Sheamus' ear. He then focused his attention on the situation at hand. The two massive rounded asscheeks that were placed before him. He licked his lips and rubbed his hands together in anticipation. He then looked up at the camera that was strategically set up to catch all the action. He gave a seductive wink in the camera's direction before pressing his whole face in the sweaty, smooth ass of the Celtic Warrior! Justin starts off indulging himself; smelling the musk and sweat from the meaty ass, grabbing and spanking the huge cheeks, and running his fingers along the deep crack. But he finally went after his target. He shot his tongue against the tight ring of muscle that lay between Sheamus' asscheeks. The South African licked and kissed at the Irishman's hole, loving the moans and groans he heard in the process.

Yep, this one was definitely a keeper. Sheamus was biting his lip and squeezing his eyes close as much as he could, but, it was to of no avail. The moans and groans still escaped his mouth, as much as he tried to prevent them from doing so. His body was taking over now. The physical aspect of things was slowly becoming the more dominant of the three. Forget emotions. Forget spirituality. This was just pure fucking with a malicious intent. Sheamus knew and he had a feeling Justin did too. He was definitely going to town on him. The way his beard was constantly rubbing back and forth on the inside of his cheeks made him push back and force Justin even deeper than he already was.

"You like that?!" Justin asked in a demanding tone, his dominant side starting to show. Before Sheamus could answer, the South African crashed one of his palms across the right asscheek of the Celtic Warrior. He then went back to pressing his face into the beefy, sweaty ass, savoring the incredible taste on his tongue as he orally roamed the insides of the Irishman.

If one were to look at this, they would think that the Irishman was used to being in this kind of position, but, nope. That's not the case in the least bit. In fact, Sheamus has rarely ever been in this position. There was only one or two times he's allowed this to happen. The only reason he was letting it slide now was because of the camera in the room. He had to give his all, even if he wasn't all that used to it.

Justin continued to feast on Sheamus' massive ass for a few more minutes before stopping. He then ran a single finger along the crack of the Irishman's ass, loving the way Sheamus responded to his finger brushing against his hole. He had to do it. He had to see how Sheamus would really react to what he was about to do next. Justin slowly began to push his finger against the still tight hole of the Celtic Warrior, noticing the deep groans of pleasure that escaped the Irishman's lips as his finger invaded his ass.

"Mmmmmmm..." He couldn't help but moan when he felt Justin begin the invasion of his tight hole. He had always wondered what if felt like and now he knows what its like. It wasn't all that hard to get used. It wasn't a hurting sensation, more like a filling sensation. To him, it felt good and Justin felt as if he knew what he was doing. He hasn't steered him wrong yet and he won't plan on it now.

With his finger still up the Celtic Warrior's ass, Justin leaned into Sheamus' ear. "This is only the beginning." The South African looked up once again and sent another wink in the direction of the camera. He withdrew his finger from Sheamus' hole and began slapping his 7 inch cock in between the sweaty cheeks. He knew the only way Sheamus would let him do this was if he did it without the Irishman knowing. Justin lined his throbbing cock with the tight, bullseye-like hole and pushed himself all the way in, trying not to hurt his lover in the process. The South African instantly felt the Irishman's insides cling to his cock, like a glove. He was warm inside, and was definitely tight. "Fuck, you're so fucking tight..." Justin moaned into Sheamus' ear, wrapping his arms around the Irishman's beefy chest before pulling his cock out and thrusting back in, with force.

He could feel the sweat starting to make his hair cling to his head. He would've never expected Justin to just thrust inside him without any kind of warning anyway. He thought he would've gotten that, but nope, he got treated to his entire cock going into his precious hole. He knew his body would react that quickly. His body wasn't accustomed to such an intrusion, but, this one was definitely welcomed. "Damn, Justin..."

"You like that?! You like when I thrust my dick up your big ass?" The South African asked, his accent sounding sexier than ever.

The Irishman couldn't really form words all that well at the moment. His mind was in too much of a whirl to work properly. He could only really grunt, groan, and moan. With being on this side of the table, he could finally see why it was so hard for the people he had sex with to talk after.

"I'll take that as a yes.." Justin moaned back in Sheamus' ear. He then went into a frenzy; thrusting and pounding the Irishman's ass like there was no tomorrow. He didn't care about the loud growls that came from his Irish lover. In fact, it turned him on. Hearing Sheamus growl like a caged animal motivated the South African to thrust deeper and fuck him harder. He continued to slap the juicy asscheeks of the Celtic Warrior, loving the bright red handprints he left behind. "Fuck! You're so tight!" Justin delivered a final slap across the Irishman's ass before roughly pulling his cock out of Sheamus' now opened hole, and shoving his face back into the sweat covered body. "I really want you to fuck me now." Justin stated, the dominance still evident in his voice.

Finally, something that he was used to. Getting fucked by Justin was alright, but, he was just a natural top. He wanted to be the one to do the fucking, not get fucked. Now, he had his chance. He could feel the extent of Justin's pounding as he got off all fours and started moving back behind him. "Ah...hope yer ready...fer this, lad..."

"How do you want me? On my back? On all fours? Riding you? Tell me..." Justin asked, just inches away from Sheamus' sweaty body and his heavy breathing.

He had to stop and think for a second. He had to make sure everything was perfect, so, he needed the perfect position. He thought about it a couple moments more before deciding. "On yer back..."

"Your wish is my command." He replied before rolling his body down on the bed, spreading his golden brown legs in the process. "Give me that dick." The South African couldn't stop looking at the throbbing 10 inch cock that swayed in between Sheamus' thick legs.

He waited for Justin to situate himself before he made his move. He nestled himself in between the other's thighs and put each leg on his shoulders. He grabbed his cock by the base and pushed it up against Gabriel's still wet hole. He waited a moment before plunging in as fast as he could. His hole was a lot more loose compared to his, so, sliding in wasn't as much trouble as it was for Justin. He could hear the moans coming from him as he got about halfway in. It wasn't until he was about eight inches in did the real fun begin.

"SHIT!" Was all the South African could say as he stared into the lust filled eyes of his Irish lover. He rested his hands back on Sheamus' ass as he adjusted to the thick rod nestled deep inside him. He wanted to be pounded. He wanted his asshole to get pummeled like no other. He had to have it. "Fuck me how you know I like it."

Justin's walls had an almost vice like grip on his cock. Even the simple act of pushing through him was rough for the Irishman. He could tell, though, that the work he had done previously wasn't all for nothing. The slight smile on his face and the moans coming from his lips meant that he was enjoying this. His hair was slowly matting to his head with sweat and, even though his hair was already flattened, that didn't mean his red locks couldn't fall down in front of his face. He leaned forward and placed both arms on either side of his lover. He pushed his cock through farther and farther, groaning as the walls moved along his erection. If messing with Punk's head meant that he could do things like this with Justin, he would make a professional career out of it.

"Oh fuck... Yeah, fuck me!" Justin moaned out, desperately gripping the sheets of the bed as he felt the thick cock of his Irish lover push through him, opening him up, loosening his hole. The South African was in pure bliss, there was something special about having sex with Sheamus. It just felt... different. Sheamus was able to make Justin feel things he never thought he could feel. Justin couldn't get enough. He slowly began to buck his hips back, meeting Sheamus' thrusts, causing the Irishman to thrust even deeper inside him, as if Justin thought that was possible.

Sheamus pushed himself deeper into Justin, deeper than he ever went in anybody before now. He could tell that justin had never got taken this much either. The heat that enveloped his cock was much deeper than it was just a few seconds ago. This new heat was...hotter than the one before it. Hotter and definitely tighter. The sudden change in surrounding made Sheamus' hips thrust harder and faster than ever before. He leaned down and wrap his huge arms around Justin's chest, pulling him up until his back was touching the Great White's chest. With a low growl for a voice, he whispered. "Yer so tight, Justin. I fuckin' love it. Always stay this tight. Just fer Sheamus and only fer Sheamus..."

Sheamus' words went straight to Justin's cock. The deep, Irish accent of his lover was hot enough to melt the South African, and Justin loved every second of it. He could possibly get off of just hearing Sheamus talk dirty to him. It had that kind of effect on him. The combination of the Celtic Warrior's words, in addition to the deep thrusting threw Justin into a frenzy. His breathing went short, his eyes were closed shut, his arms reached back behind him and caressed the head of his lover behind him. All Justin could do was scream the Irishman's name. "Fuck me, Sheamus! Fuck me! Pound me, Sheamus! Fuck!"

He loved that he was having so much of an effect on the South African male. He knew that this would drive Punk wild. While they're hook up was far less than tame, there wasn't any kind of connection between the two of them. It was just fucking. With Justin, however, it was far more than just a fuck session with a camera in the room. Oh no, this was much more than that. He had feelings for Justin. They may have not been the most developed in the world, but, he was willing to try. With Punk, Sheamus could like him, but, from a distance. A far, far, far distance.

"Give it to me rough, baby. Fuck me harder!" Justin screamed, his breathing still short. "Fucking slap my ass, pull my hair, give it to me. I want it so bad. Fuck me til I cum!" He shouted as he rubbed his hands along his own washboard abs, before tugging at his own nipples.

If he wanted it so bad, that's exactly what he would get. He couldn't really get his ass slapped, but, he could definitely get his hair pulled. The Celtic Warrior wound his hand up in Gabriel's long brown hair and gripped it as tight as he would a weightlifting bar. He pulled back on it hard and made sure Justin's ear was right next to his mouth. "That's right, Justin. Scream for the Celtic Warrior...tell me how much ya want me..." With his other free hand, he wrapped it and his front. After a couple seconds of digging his nails up and down his abs, he wrapped it firmly around his cock and started pumping.

"Fuck... I want you so fucking bad Sheamus! I want you. So. Fucking. Bad.!" With his hair being pulled, his back arched even more, and Sheamus never stopped thrusting his monster of a cock deep inside his hole. Feeling the Celtic Warrior's large hand close around his cock felt even more amazing. He never thought he could feel this good. "Fuck! Fuck! FUCK!" Before he knew it, the South African shot 5 thick loads of pearly white cum all over the bed and the Irishman's hand. His body shivered from the eruption. His ass flexed, and his hole clamped down hard on Sheamus' cock. "Oh shit that was so fucking perfect." He still felt the Irishman thrusting inside him, but he knew Sheamus couldn't last any longer either.

His first goal was complete. He had made Justin erupt right in front of him. Even though he didn't actually see it happen, he could feel the impact. He could feel Justin's cock pulsing during the release and after. He felt Justin's back arch like he was getting stabbed with a cattle prod. He felt the warm cum start to flow down and in between his fingers. It was lovely. Now, it was his turn. Just as expected, the ass he was pounding clamped down. He kept thrusting, though. He kept thrusting and thrusting until he felt that familiar feeling in the pit of his stomach rising fast. He was getting ready to explode himself. "Get ready fer mah white noise, Justin..." He chuckled as he pulled out and yanked Justin's hair back until he was laying on the bed. He then sat on his upper body with one knee on each side of his head, his swollen and bright red cock in hand.

Justin looked up with eyes of lust and his mouth open wide. "Give it to me, I wanna swallow it all!" With the Irishman's thick thighs on either side of his head, Justin knew he could help Sheamus shoot his load quicker than expected. He grabbed the sweaty asscheeks of the Celtic Warrior before shoving two fingers deep in his still loosened hole. He could feel Sheamus instantly clamp his insides tight around his fingers. Sheamus was done for.

He started pumping his cock right over Justin's face. He knew that he was angled perfectly for Justin's to catch all of his cum in his mouth. His face and upper body was glowing a light pink color from all the heat that was rushing through his body. With Justin's fingers back in his ass and him already on the edge , it was only a matter of breathing started becoming more and more ragged while his pumping became harder and faster. "Fuck...Fuck...FUCK!" With his Irish accent, it sounded funnier, but, nothing was funny about what came next. Spurt after spurt of thick, creamy, white cum came shooting out of his cock and into Justin's mouth. His big body was shaking a bit from the release. He wasn't even seeing how his lover's mouth was getting flooded with his Irish seed.

Justin loved the feeling of the warm, creamy cum in his mouth. He looked up at Sheamus and started swirling his tongue in circles, playing with the cum in his mouth before swallowing the huge load down his throat in one gulp. He then withdrew his fingers from the Irishman's ass and started to guide them to his mouth, but he stopped. He had a change of heart and guided his sweat coated fingers towards his Irish lover, wondering if Sheamus would accept his offering to taste his own ass.

After he came down from his euphoric adrenaline fueled high, he saw Justin guide his fingers toward him. He smiled as he bit as he grasped his wrist and brought the fingers up to the mouth. With one swoop, he lapped up the appendages and got to work pleasuring them with his tongue. He rolled his tongue in and between them, sucking on them lightly, and making sure to suck all the taste out of them. He actually tasted pretty damn good. His eyes were filled with lust as he looked down at Justin, both of their cocks hardening back up with all the newfound excitement.

"Was that the best fuck of your life or what?" Justin asked eagerly before removing his fingers from Sheamus' mouth and inserting them into his own. He looked over to the camera, knowing he helped Sheamus create a masterpiece of a production. CM Punk would be in for quite the surprise.

"Most definitely. Way better than Mr. 'Best In The World', that's fer sure." Once he said that, he rolled off Justin and collapsed next to him. His breathing was definitely still heavy, but, it was a lot more regulated than it was just a mere couple seconds ago.

"So.. what would you like to do now?" Justin asked, looking at the way the layer of sweat glistened on the Irishman's body.

"Hmmm..." He suddenly remembered the camera was still rolling. He rolled off the bed and made his way around to the tripod, his massive ass jiggling every step of the way. He reached the stand and hit the 'Stop' button, ending the recording with his still fully hard cock poking the lens. He took the CD out of the recording slot and smirked. He came up with another idea. With the CD in hand, he walked over and kissed Justin. "Ya can be ah good little pup and deliver this to Punk fer me. You think you can do that fer ol' Sheamus?"

"I can." Justin smirked. He rolled out of the bed as well and started to put on some clothes. He pulled on his short shorts and slipped in his sneakers again and opened the hotel room door. "I'll be right back".

Justin hopped in a nearby elevator and made his way to the 9th floor of the hotel. He looked down the hallways, looking for some sort of sign that would tell him which room belonged to CM Punk. Suddenly, he ran into a familiar face. "Punk! I was just looking for you."

Punk had a rather particular sour look on his face. He had, unfortunately, been caught by Tyson Kidd and Alex Riley jerking off in the gym shower to a picture of Sheamus. Even though he was a master with words, there was no real explaining or twisting something like that around. So, when he ran into Justin, he wasn't exactly in the best mood. "The hell do you want, Gabriel?"

The South African pulled the CD from his back pocket. "I've been sent to deliver this to you. I heard it's one of your favorite movies. Enjoy!" He placed the CD in Punk's hand and fled to the elevator before Punk could respond.

He raised his brow at Justin's sudden exit and entrance. He had no choice but to take it. He looked it over once, but, there was no title on it or anything. He scoffed as he took it back to his room. "This better not be some prank...I feel like kicking a few people in the skull".