It's got to be right now, it has to be tonight. That's what Mox had said in no uncertain terms. Giving Kenny very little time to even weigh if this was worth it. Was it worth it?
I want you own your knees. I want you to beg me. Jon had said that too. And Kenny was so inclined to see how that felt. He was salivating at the thought.
But weren't there red flags too? Mox's disdain for safewords and all that crap. Here was a guy who proclaimed to be the purveyor of unscripted violence and he found safewords to be useless. Was it worth it?
Running on pure appetite and instinct, Kenny showed up at Mox's door and was yanked inside roughly. "Mox, I decided…" "Shut up, Omega," the Ohio native cut him short. "Nothing you say matters… not in here, not until I tell you it matters."
Mox, pacing like a caged puma, wheels turning in his mind. Decisions to make. Lessons to be taught. A sweet, curly-haired Kenny, his prey. "Lose the clothes." Omega hesitated for just a moment before disrobing from top to bottom and standing awkwardly, at attention, awaiting any command... or is it demand?
Moxley finally settles on the bed, on the edge – both physically and mentally. "On your knees and crawl to me." Fucking crawl slowly. Mox has made his first demand. It's nothing Kenny can't handle; nothing he hasn't done before.
"You did that well enough," Jon gives half-hearted praise that leaves Kenny feeling empty. "Aww, what's wrong? Did you expect a fucking medal? Maybe a Title belt?"
"Well, no…" "I said to shut up, Kenny. Remember? Shut the fuck up, Kenny." Mox slaps that sweet face hard with a backhand, at that. Kenny grunts, absorbs it, shuts the fuck up.
Let me look at you. Jon mutters to himself as he "inspects" the man on the floor. Fucking great thighs. Broad back. Nice damn ass. Big dick. Mm, yeah. A lot of stuff for Mox to play with. Why waste time? His rugged hands are right to Kenny's firm cheeks, stroking them, spreading them slightly, a wet pinky slides home with no warning. Kenny gasps.
"This tight ass is where I'll have the most fun," Moxley says lewdly. "I'm gonna fuck you up, Kenny. Just damn pound you. And you're going to like it. You understand?"
"Yes," Kenny answers timidly. He can learn thinks Mox as his subject speaks when spoken to.
"But I like this too." Jon forces his fingers into Kenny's mouth, gagging him. "Show me what this can do." He is free of his clothing in seconds and lying on the bed. Kenny's mouth is on his cock just as quickly. The sound, the slurp, the suction, the desperation – it all sends Mox to some other place and he closes his eyes, suddenly feeling blurry and gauzy and drifting. So amazing. What a fucking mouth.
Kenny feels somehow blessed to even be swallowing Jon's pre-climax leak. He can't help himself and he's worshipping Moxley's cock. He's greedy and wants to cover its entire surface in his saliva. He wants to taste every miniscule spot of this huge hard dick. He feels like if Jon took it away, he'd plead for it back as if he needs it – not wants it – needs it in his body.
Omega just grunts when Jon holds his head in place and starts fucking his mouth relentlessly. He gags but recovers over and over as the head pops the back of his throat forcefully. "You want more?" Yes, yes. Kenny manages in some sort of language that exists only when your face is getting stuffed with dick. Mox wrecks his throat for several more minutes before allowing Omega a moment to breath.
Kenny pants and drool makes it way from his mouth to his bare chest, sticky and humiliating. "Again," Mox demands and Kenny is back on that cock, sucking, gagging, sputtering his way through this dirty blow job. Near the end, Kenny is making continuous gagging noises and Mox is moaning even louder than that.
Not yet, no way, must have him. Mox lies there in complete silence, totally still, willing his dick to calm down while he holds Kenny roughly by the hair.
His knees hurt. He's been on Mox's floor for a long time but he doesn't dare move. Jon is pulling the hell out of his hair and that hurts too. His mouth is sore and even slightly bloody and that hurts too. He's so into it.
Jon sits up, inspects the damage. He dabs at Kenny's mouth with his thumb and then tastes the blood. Not enough. He pulls Kenny tight – suffocatingly tight – and kisses him hard on the lips. There's that copper taste that makes him drunk with lust. Sweet, subby Kenny's blood from his poor, little overly-used mouth. Goddamn.
The kiss is nice. It's unexpected from a thug like Jon. It lasts for as long as Mox wants it to and that's a while. He actually caresses Kenny's shoulders and even puts a tender hand to his cheek as his lips take Omega's lips in this long, lingering blissful moment.
Damn! A hard slap to the face. "Straighten up," Mox commands. Kenny isn't sure what that means but it doesn't matter because Jon is already pulling him up on shaky legs. "Over the bed." He understands that and bends over Jon's bed, ready to be used up.
Isn't this what he'd been wanting most of all? Mox spreads Kenny's thighs, forcing him to walk them apart. A handful of big, warm balls, nice. Omega's cock – fucking ridiculous big swaying there mostly hard. Kenny's little hole – the place of pleasure.
Mox slides his spit-lubed finger inside Kenny's warmth and the Canadian doesn't bother playing – he moans like a whore and positions himself to take Jon even better. A hard smack to the ass for being overly desperate. "Say you're sorry, Kenny."
"I'm sorry," Kenny pants. "Are you really?" "No." Another hard slap and Kenny's cheek is bright pink. Jon let's loose and tears his ass up – a hard spanking, making Kenny try to twist away so more spanking for that. Finally, Omega's ass his red and hot and he'd squirming from the beating. Mox doesn't fuck around.
"Be still," Jon's booming voice tells him and Kenny is instantly motionless. Mox casually picks up at fingering Kenny and slips two digits in the tightness. Omega shows his appreciation by moaning but is careful to not get into trouble again. Moxley is the picture of calm but inside he's a mess. Can't wait to fuck this motherfucker.
When did Jon get such a hard-on for Omega? Probably back when he was still in WWE and Kenny was the God of wrestling. One WWE couldn't get. One he couldn't get either. Omega always fucking bebopping around with his happy ass – Mox just needed to shut him down, at least for a little while.
I've wanted in here for fucking ever. Moxley pushes his cock just inside Omega and feels how easily this will go. Kenny is tight as hell but also willing and relaxed and fucking him is going to be a goddamn pleasure palace. "Damn this tight asshole," Mox is already heading there – to a place where he's lost in bliss and keeping his seed at bay will be a job.
He moves slowly inside Kenny – the length deep in and just nearly back out. Just like he wanted. Just like he fantasized. So warm and pulling and grasping – all just designed to take Jon in deep. He moves faster and moans in time with his thrusts. This is the best lay on the fucking planet.
Omega is set on fire by Mox's big dick. It's heaven and he wants it for as long as the man can hold out. Getting fucked by a thug bad boy is so goddamn good. It's just pure gasoline, adrenaline and fireworks all mixed together. He doesn't care if Jon fucks him into ragdoll submission. He's there for it.
"Oh Jesus," Mox moans. "Oh, fuck!" He comes like a fucking cannon and fills Kenny up. He keeps going as long as his cock can stand it and gets excited watching juice pour from Omega's tightness. He feels Kenny quake as he reaches his own ragged climax; eyes squeezed shut, lips parted, low moans continuous. Mox collapses beside the man, kind of shocked that Kenny even went for this whole arrangement.
Sweet blue eyes looking to Jon's darker blues. "What? You need a hug, Kenny?" He doesn't offer one but pulls Omega close. He's not even sure why. Just those eyes – so sweet and giving. He feels Kenny lean into him on the bed and Jon likes the closeness. He likes Kenny. A lot.
Would a kiss now be weird? Mox decides he doesn't care and leans in and kisses Omega. Clearly, Kenny wanted it as he kisses Jon with pure desire. God, Kenny's mouth is sweet. Jon is secretly excited that he's found a friend. A lover. Someone to be bad with and someone to pet. Damn, he really likes Kenny.