"Pick your poison, fucker." Punk stated, on all fours. He rocked his hips back and forth, showing off the small star tattoo located along the crack of his ass to the younger superstar. He looked straight into the camera and licked his lips before gnawing on his lip ring.
"I love it when you act slutty. Which is all the time!" Curtis said smiling as he dug through Punk's leather bag of toys. He eventually settled with a set of anal beads. The 5 beads started out small, and increased in size one bead at a time. Axel walked back over to the bed and slapped Punk's pert bubble butt with the beads. "You ready for this?" Axel asked.
"C'mon! Give it to me!" A pornagraphic-like moan escaped the lips of the Chicago native after hearing Axel's question. He hadn't had anything inside him since his night with Sheamus. He needed something up his ass now!
"Look at me." Curtis waited for Punk to turn his head in his direction before looking at the camera, dangling the thick beads over his head, and slowly lowering them into his mouth. He loved the way the beads slid down his throat. He waited until all 5 thick beads were inside his mouth and then quickly pulled them out, covering the beads in saliva in the process. The 3rd Generation superstar looked at the camera and smirked before turning his attention back to the tattooed superstar.
"Fuck, you're so hot..." Punk breathed out.
Axel had no response to this. Instead, he got back on the bed and began to rub the string of beads against Punk's quivering hole. He wasted no time; softly pushing the first and smallest bead into the Best in the World's ass. He wiggled the bead around, opening Punk's hole up in the process. All the while, Punk never stopped moaning out in pleasure. Axel then quickly pushed the second and third bead inside, causing Punk to shout out louder.
"Fuck! Those beads are so deep inside my hole..." Punk moaned out, licking his lips in the direction of the camera on the laptop.
The 3rd Generation superstar finally pushed the final two and largest beads inside the tattooed superstar, causing Punk to scream. Axel loved the way Punk bit down on the sheets in an attempt to quiet his moans. Especially when it was doing no good. Slutty moans escaped Punk's mouth through gritted teeth as Axel began sliding the beads in and out of his hole.
"It's Punk's live show. It's obvious he's getting back at you for leaving him for me." Justin replied as he slowly began to slide the dildo back inside his hole, causing him to moan out.
The Irishman could feel his blood boiling with anger as he took a seat on the bed next to Justin and watched the action unfold on the laptop screen. Another thing Sheamus could feel was his cock starting to harden. He played hard to get with Punk at first, but he couldn't deny that the straightedge superstar was extremely hot. He peeled his tight black t-shirt off along with his tight dark jeans and shoes, leaving him in a pair of green briefs. The underwear soon joined the rest of the clothes in a pile on the floor next to the bed.
Justin continued to fuck himself with the dildo while watching Punk getting fucked with his own set of anal beads.
Now completely naked, and raging with anger, The Irishman climbed on the bed and roughly snathced the thick dildo out of Justin's ass.
"Ahh! What the fuck was that for?!" Justin screamed, looking back at the Celtic Warrior.
"Shut the fuck up and take mah cock." A large hand closed around Justin's hair and slammed him hard into the sheets. Without lubing up his cock, he roughly slammed his thick 10 inch cock deep into his South African lover. "Take it, lad." Sheamus said through gritted teeth.
"FUCK!" Justin screamed out. There was nothing he could do to escape. It seemed like he was currently being fucked by a different man. Sheamus was usually so gentle, so passionate. But after seeing Punk with another man on camera, he completely changed. "Mmm...fuck!" The South African screamed again.
Sheamus wasn't paying any attention to Justin at the moment. His eyes were glued to the laptop screen as he roughly pounded deep into Justin. He watched as Curtis Axel slowly slid his thick, 8 inch cock into CM Punk's craving asshole. The sound of Punk's moans flashed Sheamus back to the night they spent together. Yeah, Punk was annoying the shit out of him that night, but deep down, The Irishman loved the attention he was getting from him. And he had to admit that Punk was amazing in bed, willing to do whatever to make him happy. Right then and there, Sheamus came to the realization that he's had feelings for Punk all along. Seeing him with another man made him boil with jealousy.
"FUCK ME!" CM Punk screamed as his pert ass was being filled with Curtis Axel's throbbing 8 inch cock. Now on his back, Punk wrapped his legs around the 3rd generation superstar's waist as he took thrust after thrust of Axel's cock. His arms were stretched out, gripping the sheets tight. Axel's deep thrusts were painful at first to the tattooed superstar, but he eventually felt nothing but pleasure once Axel hit his prostate. Punk was in complete bliss.
"You like this dick?!" Axel barked out. He placed his hands on the toned, tattooed chest of the former WWE Champion as he continued to pound away. He squeezed the inked flesh before turning his attention to the hard, erect nipples of Punk. Curtis' nimble fingers pinched and tugged at Punk's nipples as hard as he could. Axel could tell the attention he was giving Punk's nipples was driving him wild.
"Fuck yeah! Oh fuck! I love this cock!" Punk blurted out.
The Irishman reached forward and tangled both of his large hands in the South African's hair as he pounded deeper than ever, and faster than ever. He could already feel his load building, and before he knew it, his breathing grew short. He was about to blow.
"OH! ... PUNK!" Sheamus screamed as he shot spurt after spurt of thick cum deep inside Justin Gabriel's ass. Feeling exhausted, Sheamus slid his now flaccid cock out of the South African and slumped on the bed, completely unaware of what he just did. Or said.
Both men were quiet. The sound of Punk's loud moaning from the laptop was the only sound present in the hotel bedroom.
"You called me Punk." Justin said, climbing off the bed.
"Ah what?" The Irishman asked.
"You. Called. Me. Punk. CM Punk." Justin replied, the anger evident in his voice. "You never loved me. You never even liked me. You just used me all this time to get back at Punk! God, I should've known when you asked me to make that video with you." The South African pulled on a tank top and a pair of shorts, not bothering to put on underwear. After putting on some shoes, Justin grabbed his suitcases and headed for the door.
"Wait! Justin!" Sheamus shouted, running after Gabriel.
"We're done. Maybe now, you can go back to Punk. It's what you wanted all along anyway." The South African exited the hotel room, slamming the door in the process.
Sheamus was upset that he lost Justin, but he was right. He had feelings for Punk, and it was more obvious than he thought. He walked back to his room, and laid down on the bed, eyes immediately going back to the laptop screen, watching the action continue to unfold before him.
