Requested by: WhiteWolff2


'I.. no, get off me!'

'Fella, I wouldn't fight. Ya took Roman's side.. ya get what we give ya.'

'Bird, you had the choice to take our side.. could of made a fine personal bitch for us.'

Barrett cooed in Dean's ear as he held the smaller man against the wall, his cheek flush against the cold wall. Dean tried to fight him and Sheamus off but the two of them had got the upperhand. He knew what they wanted, but he didn't want to give them anything. Though.. it was clear they planned to take it.

Dean tried to crawl away when Barrett threw him to the ground but Sheamus stopped him by stepping down hard between his shoulder blades - pinning Dean's body down firmly. He struggled, trying to wiggle out but Barrett knocked the wind out of him with a kick to the ribs. As Dean fell limp, the Englishman moved behind him, sinking to the floor between Dean's legs.

'Rusev and Rio got to have fun with the twins.. we get you. Mm, that ass looks like fun. Too bad.. you're all tied up.'

Barrett's arms wrapped around Dean's waist, undoing the belt buckle in front and sliding the belt out from his pants. Grabbing Dean's right arm, Barrett held it behind the man's back and tied the belt around it before doing the same to the left arm. Powerless, Sheamus removed his boot from Dean's back as the man was brought up to rest on his knees, face still against the floor.

'Fuck fella, kind of sexy. Feel like switching batting order, Wade?'

'I'm first. You'll get to use him.. all that fight got me turned on.'

Dean swallowed the lump in his throat as he accepted his fate. He knew he'd like it, he'd beg them to keep going as Barrett undid his jeans and pulled them down to expose his bare ass. Dean had stopped wearing briefs when he wasn't wrestling, and that made this that much easier as the jeans pooled at his knees.

Sheamus loomed over him, lowering the front of his trunks enough to pull out his package - his milky-white dick with reddened tip and firm, full balls. Wrapping his hand around the base, Sheamus gently stroked his half-hard member until it reached full thickness.. curving slightly to the left as the head cried out for attention. Patience would be both his friend and enemy as Barrett freed his hung, hard dick from the constraining ring gear.

Scooting closer, Barrett spit in the palm of his hand and fisted his dick to lube most of it's length, focusing more on the head than the rest.. his free hand possessing Dean's hip. Dean tried to relax, tried to focus on something other than the dick about to be pushed into him and groaned when his body took the thought in stride. His limp shaft twitched at the idea of being gangbanged.

'Looks like Dean learned how to be a good boy..'

Dean bit his bottom lip as he felt Barrett's tip glance at his hole before it entered him, forcing him to stretch around it. Inch by inch, he sunk himself into the ass that he claimed and roughly pulled on the belt that held Dean's arms together when the smaller man started to squirm. Wrapping it around his hand, Dean's fingers turned white as Barrett loomed over him like a man holding the reigns of his horse - his second hand still holding firmly on his hip.

Balls deep, Barrett grinded against Dean's ass before pulling a few inches out, pushing back in. Loosening him up, the pace grew deeper when Dean's muscles relaxed and offered little restraint. Sheamus twisted his hand just under the head of his dick, groaning as he rubbed the sensitive skin in all the right ways. Both men that fucked in front of him were sexually attractive and he was getting a turn with one of them soon enough.

'Mm.. tight bitch.'

Dean moaned when Barrett stabbed his prostate, his back arching slightly as his body was rocked into. The Englishman gave him no mercy, taking out his aggression and anger on Dean as his ass bounced and jiggled with each hard, powerful thrust. There was no question he was all man, Dean's body responded accordingly.

'D.. don't..'

'Don't what? Talk, slut.'

'Don't stop.. please.'

Dean begged as his body swayed with each thrust, Barrett's heavy balls slapping against ass cheek, the pace growing more and more lustful. Barrett's dick stroked and stabbed at the cluster of nerves inside the bottom man, moans growing louder and louder as he realized how great the sex felt.. even if he didn't want it.

The sound of skin against skin echoed in the room as the faint sound of Barrett's dick sliding inside Dean's ass sounded even sweeter. Barrett's hands tightened, his breathing slowly grew into heavy pants as Dean knew by the sounds just how close he was to feeling what had to be weeks of no sex being spilled into him.

'Fuck.. ah, fuck bird..'

Barrett grunted, unable to hold back as his dick spasmed and he shot deep and hard into Dean's ass. He rocked his hips, still balls deep into him as semen emptied out of him, his balls tightened as he released. Dean moaned as the warmth filled him, Barrett and Sheamus both chuckling at the noise.

Riding out his orgasm, Barrett sighed peacefully as he loosened his grip on both Dean's hip and the belt. He withdrew himself slow from Dean's ass, enjoying how it felt as his sensitive dick rubbed against everything inside him on the way out. Sheamus grunted, fisting himself faster and harder than before as precum oozed from him, his free hand massaging his full balls.

'On his knees.. pick him up.'

Dean yelped when Barrett's hand snaked through his hair, yanking back to force him into seating on his knees. His arms still tied behind him and the feeling of semen threatening to ooze out of him, he clenched his ass muscles together as Sheamus stood inches in front of him.. the swollen, thick shaft an inch from his face.

'Don't deserve to be nut inside of..'

Sheamus' breath hitched and he grunted with need as his manhood twitched in hand before the first rip of semen from his slit connected with Dean's face. Splashing him in the eye and eyebrow, it rolled slowly down his face as shot after shot began to cover his face in warm, thick spunk. Sheamus squeezed his balls firmly as his orgasm started to fade and unloaded one final hard squirt, hitting Dean's chest.

Coming down from the high, Sheamus left his manhood out while he caught his breathe, pushing him back into his trunks as Barrett rose to his feet - releasing the hold of Dean's hair. Still on his knees, he hung his head in shame as the English growled in his ear.

'Never too late to become our bitch, I'll even make you just mine.'


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