He brought Punk up to his knees so that he was a little above eye level with his sizable bulge. He rubbed the stretched fabric up against Pink's bottom lip a little as he brought his hands up to the side of his face. He then scratched behind his ears for a second before speaking in a somewhat condescending manner. "Ya really want me to fuck ya, don't ya, Punk?"
"Don't play with me. I really want you to fuck me. Hard." Punk replied, more serious than ever.
Sheamus chuckled a little bit as he brought Punk up to his full standing height. Even though he was fully on both feet, he still had a height disadvantage compared to Sheamus. Before the former champ could even think to say anything more, he was grabbed by the shoulders, turned around, and forced up against the wall. The Irishman was right behind him, pressing his body up against the other's, just to make sure he didn't try anything funny. He leaned down and spoke directly in his ear. "If ya want me to fuck ya so bad, then ya will have to be my little bitch boy for the night. Got it...Punk..."
"My ass is all yours. " Punk breathed out.
"Why are ya in such a rush, boy? We will get to that when we get to it. This can't be all about just yer pleasure. I have to get somethin' outta this too. Now, be ah good boy and get down on yer knees..." Since he was gonna go ahead and do it, he figured that he might as well get the most out of this as he can. He was gonna be the one in control. He was the one that was gonna be calling all of the shots, not Punk. Besides, there wouldn't be much the other man could do in the off-chance he didn't like the game anymore. Punk was the one that chased Sheamus all around the hotel. The Irish wrestler could always just use his power and force his way to a completion, if he had to.
The impatience was evident on Punk's face as he slowly and reluctantly dropped to his knees, just a few inches from the impressive bulge Sheamus was packing in his tight, white briefs. "Fine." He placed his hands on the thick thighs of the former World Heavyweight Champion before pressing his face into the bulge. He kissed and licked at the throbbing cock through the thin material, all the while noticing the deep groans of acceptance that escaped the lips of Sheamus. Punk then went in for the kill. He gripped the waistband of the briefs and tugged them down as hard as he could, trying to peel the skimpy briefs from the massive, tree trunk-like legs of the Celtic Warrior. As he did that, he was slapped in the face by an equally thick 10 inch cock. "Fuck... You're a monster! Who knew you were packing so much heat?!"
The Celtic Warrior couldn't help but chuckle out loud a bit when he heard Punk's response to how big he was. This always happened, no matter who he fucked. He thought it would be kinda obvious as to how much he packed in his trunks. He wasn't just gonna be some stick of a guy with a monster cock. "Aw, come on, Punk. You couldn't use that brain ya have in there? I know you've snuck a peek in the showers every now and again. Did ya honestly think ah had just a limp noodle?" He grabbed his cock by the base and started slapping Punk across the cheek a couple times.
"I knew you were big, just not this big. Fuck this dick is huge!" Punk grabbed a hold of the pale cock and started slapping the bright pink head against his tongue. He then wrapped his lips around the head, and started going down. As he got closer to the base, he feared he wouldn't be able to take all of the Celtic Warrior down his throat. After about 8 inches, the so called 'Best in the World' felt the large head of the cock begin to poke and stab at the back of his throat. He instantly gagged. "Fuck you're so fucking huge..." He tried again, starting off at the base, licking and kissing his way all the way back to the head. Punk paused for a moment, looking up at the Irishman with eyes of pure lust, before opening his mouth wide and swallowing the 10 incher down whole. Surprisingly enough, he didn't gag this time.
When Punk finally went all the way down on him, Sheamus through his head back and let out a rather loud guttural moan. He had never had anybody actually take him all in at once like he did. They would always come close, but, they would never be able to make the full 10 inches. It was such a great feeling that Sheamus almost immediately grabbed the back of the former champ's head and pushed his face up against his pelvic area, wanting to make this specific experience last as long as it possibly can.
Punk rested his hands on the round, white globes of Sheamus' ass as he created a steady rhythm with the thick 10 inch dick in his mouth. He bobbed up and down, always hitting the base of the monster with ease. Finally Punk's skills could be used to its full potential now. Just when he was getting used to his dick-sucking rhythm, he felt two large hands around his head, pressing his face into the trimmed red hairs of the Celtic Warrior. He felt Sheamus' hips begin to rotate before thrusting hard in Punk's direction. The 10 inch Irish cock was down his throat, and even then, Punk never gagged. He simply smacked the rounded globes in appreciation.
The moans that were coming from Sheamus were slowly turning more and more into sexual groans of pleasure. Even though he was really reluctant at first, Punk was turning him on more and more as time went on. Just the sounds of his thrusts making his sack slap the other wrestler's chin was enough to turn him on. "Glad ta know that mouth ya have is good fer more than just talkin'. Ya needed a new gimmick, anyways..."
All Punk could do was moan. He moaned, and moaned, and moaned. Constant vibrations from these moans were sent straight through the trembling body of the Irishman. He slapped and squeezed at Sheamus' ass, until bright red marks could be seen on the white mounds of flesh and muscle. After a while, Punk couldn't take it anymore. He needed to breathe. He pushed the Irishman away from his face, and a long trail of spit mixed with pre-cum dribbled down his chin. His lips were swollen, and his lip ring shined in the dim light of the hotel room. The tattooed superstar gasped for air, holding his neck to feel his throbbing throat. "Fuck... You're making my throat hurt. I think you stretched it. Is that possible?" He slowly got up to his feet, standing face to face with a lustful beast. Sheamus was already drenched with sweat. Which was something that turned Punk on more than he was already was. He pounced at the Irishman once again. straddling his waist as he attacked Sheamus' mouth.
The Irish wrestler could only smirk at the thought of actually having stretched Punk's throat. He knew it was an entirely possible thing to do and considering the weapon he carried around in his pants, it was a very real thought. He was a little caught off guard, though, when Punk jumped him so suddenly. The sudden shift in weight and momentum made them both fall back onto the bed behind them. Sheamus landed on the bottom, but, that didn't last too long. He wrapped his arms around Punk's back and turned them over so that he was the one on top. He wasn't gonna let the other have too much control.
"Fuck...you're so fucking strong..." Punk moaned out. His hands never left the Irismnan's ass, constantly groping and squeezing the flesh. He pulled one of his hands back, and crashed it down across Sheamus' left asscheek. The face the Irishman made in response to it only made Punk want to do it again, and again and again.
He couldn't help but wince whenever Punk slapped his ass. It was an unknown fact, but, his ass was one of the most sensitive places on his body. He couldn't really help it. He was just a natural softie down there. So, when his co-worker kept repeatedly slapping it, he was growing slightly more agitated, even if he didn't necessarily show it. "Ya better stop that, Punk."
"Oh, what's wrong? You don't wanna sit on my pretty face?" Punk asked, his eyes fluttering with lust. "Nothing's going to stop me from spanking this ass. There's nothing you can do about it." Punk couldn't help but go back to pushing the Irishman's buttons. There was something so undeniably sexy about him when he got mad. And Punk wanted to see that Sheamus come out again.
"Ah'm bein' serious, Punk. Ah already let ya start this whole thing off. If ya want to finish, ah suggest ya stop spankin' me." He was getting more and more agitated by the second. He already warned him once, yet, he wouldn't take the hint. He was actually enjoying himself. He didn't want it to end now just because of Punk's stubbornness and unwillingness to listen