hey it only took me over a year to update this lmfaoooo oh well. i still plan on doing more! part 2 of this one will hopefully be up tomorrow! i can't help but go back to randy because uuuuuugh what a man enjoy and sorry for the blue balls!

Sunday, April 7, 2019 - WrestleMania 35

The grandest stage of them all.

The showcase of the immortals.

The be all, end all of sports entertainment.

WrestleMania was supposed to be all those things and more, but for two Superstars, it was anything but.

There was Randy Orton, who suffered an embarrassing loss early in the night to none other than "that dirty piece of redneck trash" AJ Styles. Randy's own description, of course. Wrestling is all staged, obviously, it's no secret and Randy has tried his best to get the results to tip in his favor more often than not but unfortunately not even he could get around this one.

Then there was Bobby Lashley. The Almighty! Yeah, he wasn't exactly feeling "almighty" after losing his Intercontinental Title to Finn Balor in a.. bizarre encounter.

Both men had been left seething after their respective losses. They both felt they were better than that. Hell, they KNEW they were better than that. It was just bad decision making and the producers would realize their errors soon enough. No matter what, both of those muscular, huge, god-like men were filled with rage and in desperate need to let off some steam.

And anyone who knew either of those two men knew exactly what that meant.

Randy had actually been watching Bobby's match from his personal locker room. He'd sort of just been privately raging alone since his loss earlier in the night. His "good friend" Mustafa Ali had actually text him a few times but had been ignored. He knew Randy would be worked up and looking for release but he knew better than to just show up at his locker room unannounced. He needed Randy's approval first. He'd become obsessed with getting Randy's approval in general.

The texts read as you'd expect.

The first one:

"I'm sorry about what happened. Let me know if you need my help with anything, sir. You know I'm more than willing."

The second:

"I've been prepping myself all day just in case you'd need me. My pussy is so hungry right now."

And the third one:

"Last text I promise. Just know that I'm here for you if you need me."

The last one was followed up by a picture of Mustafa bent over in one of the toilet stalls at the stadium they were in, cheeks spread to show off his dark colored, slightly hairy, lubed up hole which currently had a bright yellow butt plug sticking out.

Randy had gotten hard, admittedly, but there was something about the texts that were bugging him. The second one specifically. That little "just in case" part.

"'Just in case' of what?" Randy wondered, getting upset when he'd initially read it. Did Mustafa expect Randy to lose? Did he not have faith in Randy to get the job done? Randy was actually.. hurt? No. No way. Randy Orton doesn't get his feelings hurt, especially by someone he just considers to be another fuck.. right?

After calming down (slightly), Randy had been reconsidering his initial thoughts on the text while he watched Bobby's match up.

"Of course that's not what he meant." Randy thought to himself. He knew he'd overreacted, but he was still upset that Mustafa could suggest Randy losing tonight was even a possibility.

Randy snapped out of his thoughts and looked back up at the screen. His eyes, however, had lingered from the match and over to something else.

Someone else.

In Bobby's corner was Lio Rush. The Hype Man! A brash, young, bold Superstar. At just 23 years old, he was primed to explode and become a huge star. Randy had met Lio and knew enough about the kid to know that.. he wasn't really a fan.

Lio was incredibly talented and gifted but he had one major downfall: he had a big fucking mouth. He'd often been referred to as a "disrespectful little shit" by the veterans in the locker room, Randy included. Still, Randy really couldn't help but have a soft spot for the kid. Hell, he'd acted the same way back when he first started with the company. Randy knows what it's like to have a chip on your shoulder and it seemed Lio had exactly that.

As Randy watched the screen, he couldn't help but take notice of Lio's incredible body. Sure it was covered by a track suit, but there was one part of his body that could barely be contained: his ass.

Every time Lio would cheer or get hyped up for his boy Bobby, those fat mounds of flesh would gyrate and jiggle. Randy's hand immediately went down to his crotch, feelings his already semi hard cock coming to life.

Randy also took a liking to Lio's tattoos which were fortunately on display thanks to the track suit being sleeveless. Randy could always appreciate some nice ink and the kid definitely had some stellar work done. He knew, however, that Lio was painted head to toe in tats and he knew he wanted to see all of them.

Randy realized at some point that the match had ended and that Bobby had lost. He could see the anger on the alpha male's face.

Relatable.

That's when a devious idea sparked inside the twisted mind of The Viper. He pulled out his phone and surfed through his contacts to see if he had Bobby in there.

An evil smirk formed on his face when he found the now former Intercontinental Champion's name. Hoping it was still the correct number, he began to type out his plan while his cock throbbed in jeans.

Randy entered the elevator of the posh hotel that some of the roster members were staying at. Mostly the main eventers and big name players like, of course, Randy Orton. However, he wasn't going to his room. Hitting the button of his desired floor, Randy groped his crotch as the elevator began to rise.

Thoughts rushed through the Apex Predator's head. He'd resisted stroking one out as he wanted to save every drop of his cum for what was coming and he knew the recipient would appreciate it.

The elevator dinged and Randy had arrived. The room wasn't far from there and once he was standing at the door, he didn't even bother to knock. It had been left unlocked per his request and once he entered, he was greeted by a sight that both made his dick pulse and slightly.. envious. Maybe he was even a little bit jealous.

His "good friend" Mustafa Ali was on his knees, mouth full of black cock, in front of an almost nude Bobby Lashley who was sat back relaxed and enjoying not only the services of the cruiserweight in front of him but a cigar which he held in one hand and a glass of scotch which he held in the other.

"Hey Randall. How ya doin'?" Bobby asked with a shit eating grin on his face. Mustafa was choking himself on the mammoth amount of meat before him, running his hands up and down the fit, thick physique of The Almighty. Each man had only a single shred of clothing on; Bobby with a white dress shirt that was opened up to display his god-like body and Mustafa with a small, red, very tight thong on that Randy had purchased for him. Randy said red was his color. Randy noticed that yellow butt plug from the photo earlier, however, was absent.

"Started without me I see." Randy said, stepping fully into the room before closing the door behind him. The room was really luxurious. Maybe even more so than Randy's and this was just the living area. Top tier leather seating, massive television, marble flooring, exquisite art lining the walls. Randy almost felt out of place wearing his t-shirt and jeans. Was formal wear more appropriate?

Probably not, considering the state of the two men in front of him.

"Lio is in the shower and trust me, he's waiting for you." Bobby said as he sipped his scotch.

Randy smirked. "Say no more." He began to strip, revealing his glorious, muscular torso and those beautifully decorated arms. Mustafa had finally decided to come up for air to turn and glance at Randy. Mustafa couldn't help but wish he had that man in front of him right now. No offense to Bobby, of course. He was a beautiful specimen with a cock to die for but.. he wasn't Randy.

When Mustafa got the text a few hours ago telling him to meet up at this hotel room and that it'd be unlocked, he didn't really know what to expect. Something sexual, sure. It's Randy after all but.. he didn't expect this. Someone he's hardly ever talked to before, sitting in the middle of this fancy hotel room, cock in hand, waiting for Mustafa. He was hoping Randy had something else planned. Something maybe even.. romantic? He wasn't sure what he wanted. He knows though that he didn't want to be pimped out, but when Bobby showed him the texts from Randy, he didn't have much of a choice.

He knew better than to disobey.

Randy removed his shoes and jeans by now, revealing his erect 8 inches. Throbbing and already dripping pre-cum, Randy grasped it and gave it a few strokes before making his way to the hallway. Bobby even took a peek at the man in his room, admiring those long tan, toned legs.

"First door on the left!" Bobby shouted over to him. Randy looked back at Mustafa briefly, who had a throat full of cock and saliva dripping down his chin, but his eyes were doing their best to look over at Randy.

Their relationship (if you could really call it that) had progressed quite quickly in the past few months. Randy, at first, treated Mustafa like any other lay. He'd even send photos of their sexual relations to his friends. Disgusting photos. Mustafa's cum covered face, his gaped hole, that supple body tied up to the bed posts waiting to be ravaged. That was at first, though. He'd become much more possessive of Mustafa recently (as strange as that might sound given the current situation). He made Mustafa travel with him, room with him, and even share the same bed as him which, for Randy, was rare. Someone who was just supposed to be there to get his rocks off staying the night, sleeping in the same bed, sometimes even cuddling? Strange things were happening. That's for sure.

Randy smiled at him before deciding to walk over and grab those luscious, soft, long locks of hair that belonged to Mustafa and pulling his head back off the monster cock. Mustafa let out a gasp and Randy smiled down at him, admiring how sexy Mustafa looked like this, before leaning down and kissing those puffy, well used lips. The kiss lingered for almost a minute, Randy slipping his tongue in and French kissing the gorgeous boy.

"My boy." Randy thought.

Bobby had set his cigar down in a nearby ash tray and decided to put that hand to better use, grabbing his 10 inch python and stroking while watching the hot scene unfold right before him.

Randy released Mustafa, a string of saliva still connecting their mouths. They smiled lovingly at each other.

"My cock taste good?" Bobby asked, snapping Randy and Mustafa out of their brief trance. He looked at Randy with a smirk.

Randy looked back at the well used Chicago native before looking down at Bobby's saliva coated cock. He'd be lying if he said he wasn't somewhat infatuated with the piece of meat. Plus, he was starting to get in a good mood. A really good mood.

"Let's find out." Randy said before lowering his head and taking a small lick off the shiny head.

Both Bobby and Mustafa gasped, partially from arousal but mostly from shock. Randy Orton was the ultimate dominant male. Mustafa could barely get him to touch his cock let alone put his mouth on it.

Randy pulled back with a devilish look on his face.

"Not bad Bobby.. I've tasted better though."

"Stick around and I can give you the best you've ever had.. open that flat ass up." Bobby added with a wink. "Bet those long legs would look real good up in the air."

Randy stood up with a chuckle, flipping Bobby off before telling Mustafa to be a good boy and once again making his way towards the hallway to find his consolation prize for the night. A prize that was hopefully going to be even better than winning at WrestleMania could ever be.. if that was even possible.

hope you liked it! if it isn't obvious, i'm trying to hint at a romance between mustafa & randy. it's a very toxic relationship and not meant to make you go "awwww" but rather add some layers to the characters and their relationship. ya know. try and make it about more than just sex. it definitely won't be a "happily ever after" situation. i don't actually know how they'll end up so if you have any ideas let me know!

and tell me what you think of this chapter and what pairings you hope to see.

here are ideas that i have:

roman/buddy

seth/buddy

randy/buddy

tommaso/lio

tommaso/joaquin

braun/kalisto

drew/kalisto

randy/humberto

and i definitely want to use oney, ariya, cedric, and others in some way so feel free to throw out ideas for them! whoever it is, make sure your idea revolves around their time on 205!