"Fine. Have your way with me."

He was about to proceed with their "night of pleasure", but, Sheamus suddenly caught wind with an idea. He didn't know whether or not it would be taken well, but, he didn't really care. He got off Punk and sat on the bed next to him. He reached over and brought him over and laid him across his lap. An almost evil smirk made its way across his face as he prepared his rather large hands for the fun.

"Wait, what are you doing?!" Punk started kicking his legs and flailing his arms to get away, but there was no escaping the Celtic Warrior.

He snickered at his attempt of escape, but, they both knew resistance was futile. He shook his head and eyed the ass of his victim. "Don't ya worry, Punk. This won't hurt all that bad..." Of course, he was lying. He reared his hand back and sent it crashing against the round flesh of the former champ. He, himself, was quite impressed with that one. He could tell the sound could be heard from the room next to theirs.

"SHIT!" Punk screamed out. He continued to try to escape, but there was no use. All he could do was take the spanking. "I guess...this...is...revenge?...for ...what...I...did to...you?" Punk managed to ask in between slaps. He could feel the heat coming off of his red and bruised cheeks. "You know, you have to kiss this to make it feel better, right?" Punk asked, slowly wiggling his ass, begging for more.

"If ya think ah'm kissin' yer ass, Punk, ya got a whole nother thing comin'. Ah don't kiss anybody's ass and ah won't be startin' with you, fella." He gave Punk another hard slap across his ass for even thinkin of saying something like that. He looked down and saw that he did a fairly good amount of damage. Where slightly pink flesh was, deep red flesh took its place. He couldn't help but feel proud of himself.

"What if I did this?" Punk reached his arms back and grabbed his newly-sore asscheeks. He then gently parted the cheeks, revealing his perfectly tight, pink hole. In the process, Punk also revealed a small star tattoo, located along the crack of his ass, right next to his hole. "Will you eat my ass now?"

"Ah already told ya, Punk, ah'm not eatin' yer ass, no matter what ya do to try and persuade me. But, ah do have to ask ya somethin'. Why in the hell do ya have a tattoo of a star inside yer ass like that?"

"Aww, why not?! I've been told my ass is pretty appetizing. " Punk continued to whine. All he wanted was to feel that rough beard pressed against his ass, while the Irishman's tongue flicked at his hole. But the more he asked, the more it was evident that that wasn't going to happen. "I got that tattoo a long time ago, when I was in Ring of Honor. I was dating Colt Cabana at the time. It's a long story." The tattooed superstar then spanked his own ass. "If you're not going to rim me, then you're going to fuck me. Now."

Sheamus belted out in a deep laugh. "Since when does CM Punk tell me what to do and when to do it? Last time ah checked, ah could easily overpower ya and make ya cry like a little bitch boy. Now, ah do what ah want and when ah want to do it. Not by yer time." Sheamus turns Punk around so his head is facing the floor and his legs are thrown over his shoulders. He then parts the cheeks in front of him and slowly starts teasing his hole.

"Mmmm...fuck.." Every time one of Sheamus' large fingers brushed against his hole, small shivers were sent through his body. "That feels so fucking good. You like this ass?"

"Damn straight ah do..." It may have been the lighting in the room, but, he could swear he could see his co-worker's hole twitching and quivering a little bit. He snicked for a second before going back to the teasing. He would run the bottom side of his fingers along the outside and around the edges. He could definitely hear the moans, so, he knew he was doing it right. He even took the time to blow his breath onto it a few times.

"Oh fuck... Please Sheamus! Please eat my hole! How much do I have to beg for you to do it? I'll do anything! "

Another smirk began to grow on the face of the Celtic Warrior. He knew he add Punk right where he wanted him. He didn't actually mind eating ass all that much, he just wanted something out of the deal and this time was no exception. He could get Punk to agree to just about anything just to eat him out. The question was more of a 'what he could getcm' question. "Hmm...ah'll eat yer ass, Punk. Only if you give up the whole "Best In Tha World" thing."

"I'll do it. Fine. It's done. I'll give it up. Just eat my ass! Please! I need it!" Punk couldn't believe he was so willing to give up who he was. He worked hard to earn that position, that title. And he gave it up in a split second, all for a rimjob. Sheamus just has that kind of effect on guys.

Sheamus didn't actually think he would agree to give up the moniker. That only showed how desperate and needy the former champ was. He so easily reduced himself to a common level. Not to mention, Shea had something to hang over his head now. "Good. Ya sure are a desperate one, aren't ya?" He ran his finger over Punk's hole one last time before grabbing him by the hips and beginning to eat him out.

"Oh yes!" Punk shouted as he was reduced to a moaning, shouting mess. He was able to feel that scruffy beard on his smooth ass finally. It was the most amazing feeling Punk ever felt. "Fuck! Eat that ass!"

He hadn't even been going for a full thirty seconds before he could hear Punk getting lost in the emotions of what was happening to him. All Sheamus had to do was flick out his tongue for a split second and he would get the same reaction each and every time. But, of course, this was Sheamus O' Shaunessy we're talking about. The former WWE and World Heavyweight Champion wasn't gonna stop at the bare minimum. Oh no. He was gonna do it right, even though he never really wanted to do this whole thing in the first place. He grabbed Punk roughly by the hips and went to town, plunging his tongue inside the tight hole and exploring it for all it was worth. He even decided to add some slurping sounds, as if the former champ's praise wasn't already enough.

Punk continued to moan as if his life depended on it. He reached back and ran his fingers through the spiked red locks of the Irishman. He pushed on the back of Sheamus' head, causing the former World Champ to press his tongue deeper into the tattooed superstar's hole. Punk occasionally could feel his eyes rolling into the back of his head, as Sheamus' mouth continued to feast on CM Punk's ass.

Feeling his head being pushed forward only motivated him to work harder toward being this the best "eating out session" he's had ever in his life. He would do his damndest to make sure Punk wouldn't want to go anywhere else after this night. He may not have the most friendly of relationships, but, he could stand to be around the little fucker, even if he had the tendency to get on his very last nerve. They had been in this mode for a good two minutes before Sheamus pulled back to examine his handiwork.

"Damn, you're so fucking good..." Punk breathed out, looking back at Sheamus with eyes of lust. "Are you gonna fuck me now? Huh? Are you?" He had never felt so eager to fuck ever in his life. He wiggled his ass in anticipation, waiting to be filled to the brim with 100% Irish cock.

Sheamus sat back on his knees for a second while he had a slight smirk on his face. He knew Punk was used to getting what he wanted all the time, but, he never thought he would resort to outright begging just to get the Celtic Warrior to fuck him. He was, obviously, proven wrong this night. Now, he was at a standstill. Prolong this and see how much of a beggar his co-worker could become or go ahead and fill him up? That was the question as he brought Punk up and back against his chest. It was there that he forced his head to the side so he could control his lips and make him taste what he said was 'so appetizing'.