Word quickly spread through about Cena's domination. After Zack Ryder was the one to spot Cena all cuffed up, his big mouth unintentionally blabbed to the rest of the Superstars what Cena had told him. Zack couldn't help it. He was horrible with keeping secrets.
Although the Superstars were furious with the Shield's supposed act of rape, they weren't surprised by it. Cena was the company's whore, and most liked to believe that Cena enjoyed it deep down more than he liked to think he did.
The Shield, meanwhile, planned their assault on the next Superstar. Cena's name was ticked off their list. Now it was time for another Superstar to be welcomed into the shield of justice. The locker room was currently abandoned with the exception of the three, who hid themselves in shower stalls. Eventually though, one Superstar did go into the locker room, and the Shield's plan would soon turn into a reality.
Randy Orton walked into the quiet locker room dressed only in his black and blue ring trunks, still covered in oil and sweaty from his match. He was glad that the room was empty as he always welcomed a bit of solitude after a gruelling match. Stripping out of his trunks, he grabbed his bottle of body wash out of his carry on bag and headed for the first shower stall.
As soon as each member of the Shield heard the cool water run from the shower head, they all knew it was soon time. Randy would wash every inch of his body without a single clue as to what would soon transpire in his shower stall. Silently, all three rogues would creep out of their respective stalls, and pounce on the naked Viper, much to the shock of Orton.
"What the hell?" Randy yelled in shock as the three men jumped him. He knew the reputation of the Shield, and to have three strong men jump you when you are naked is not a good thing. "What the hell is wrong with you sick fucks? Can't you see I'm naked?"
"Well duh." Seth rolled his eyes, as he used his knees to block Randy's arms from wriggling about, whilst Roman took care of Randy's legs. "That's why we're pouncing you. We've heard a lot of things about you abusing your power. Isn't that right, Dean?"
"That's right Seth." Dean stated monotonously, as he huddled up with Seth, as the two towered over Orton. "We're only giving you the payback you deserve." And with that, the two men exhibited their limp and floppy lengths that were ready for sucking. "Get a good look of these cocks Orton, because you'll be gagging on them very soon. Roman, you know what to do."
And with a nod of his head, Roman's powerful kneecap drove itself into Randy's scrotum, causing the Viper to open his mouth with pain. Opportunity knocked on the Shield's door at that moment, and the opportunity would not be wasted, as Dean quickly inserted his phallus inside Randy's mouth, while Seth used his to slap Orton on the cheek. "Don't bite, if you know what's good for you."
Randy bit down hard on the limp dick in his mouth hearing a gasp in pain from the leader of The Shield. He struggled to get away from the three men. "I'm not some little bitch like Cena! And you do not kick the Apex Predator! You will all be very sorry."
"The only one who will be sorry will be you!" Roman said, using his kneecap to provide twice as much pain towards Randy's scrotum, causing Randy to cry out again. Only to make matters worse, Dean decided to punch Orton in the face for the audacity of his teeth.
"Listen here you little maggot! We either go inside your mouth, or all three of us go inside your fucking ass at the same time! Think about that." Dean said, admiring slightly the little droplets of blood that trickled past Randy's nose.
Randy closed his mouth tightly and looked up in fury at Dean, daring the man to make a move with his patented Viper glare. He was not going to submit and suck their little cocks like a damn slut. That was Cena's job. It was all over the locker room about what had happened when Zack found John helpless and hard, and he would not be the subject of any humiliation. He had a reputation to uphold.
"If that's the way you want to play, so be it." Dean said coldly, before looking at Roman. "Strip yourself. Be as brutal as you can with his ass. Make his hole bleed."
Those were tough instructions to follow, given Randy's constant struggling, but instructions Roman nonetheless eventually managed to follow. Even with Randy's violent kicks, Roman endured enough pain (and also inflicted enough on Orton) to make sure Orton wasn't the only fully nude member of the room. Grabbing hold of his hefty manhood, Roman blindly stabbed at Orton's ass repeatedly, trying to find the location of the hole. Randy wasn't opening his legs, so Roman had to search the hard way. Eventually the Samoan was successful, however, as the tip of his shaft intruded the ultra-tight hole.
"Now, you suck. If not, you can make that two dicks stretching you out." Dean stated, as he continued to point his phallic length in Randy's face.
"F-Fuck you, Ambrose!" Randy grunted as he felt Roman's large shaft pushing into his tight hole. He clenched the muscles in his ass, making it as difficult as possible for Reigns to go deep inside his pucker. "You try to put that dick in my mouth again and I'll fucking bite it off!"
"Fine with me. Seth, you know what to do." And Seth did. It was now his turn to strip nude and position himself so that, despite a big struggle in doing so, he finally managed to insert his plump member inside Randy's slackened heat along with Reigns.
Dean straddled Randy's chest, and his knees blocked Randy's arms from moving. Randy was defenseless now. "Final chance. You suck me, or I'll make that three big dicks inside you. Your choice."
Randy was in terrible pain. His ass felt so full it would burst. He was honestly afraid of what would happen to him if another cock was pushed inside. "Fine." He hissed gritting his teeth in anger and pain. "I'll suck your fucking cock."
"See? Was that so hard?" Dean smiled sadistically, as he wriggled closer to Orton; his shaft pointing even closer to the Viper's mouth. "Now suck on it."
Roman and Seth were having multitudes of fun double teaming the dominant Apex Predator. It was on very rare occasions Orton would bottom, let alone bottom to two people at once. This was a historical moment in Orton's life, and one he would most likely want to forget after this had finished.
Randy opened his mouth and took Dean's member into his mouth. He began to suck, mentally cursing Dean with every foul word in existence as he did so. He couldn't believe the Shield was making him their bitch, but he was overpowered and there was nothing he could do about it. He took Ambrose in as deep as he could almost reaching the base and sucked hard hoping to bring the man to completion as soon as possible. The burning in his ass was unbelievable.
"That's a good boy." Dean smirked, throwing in an occasional moan whenever Randy slobbered a particular amount over his stone hard phallus. He didn't even need to use force on Randy like he anticipated to. He didn't have to face-fuck Randy like he anticipated to. Instead, Randy did all the work for him.
"The whore feels good." Roman stated in his deep, robotic voice, as he and Seth continued to thrust inside the loosening pucker of the Viper. They could eventually feel their deep plunges heading towards the sweet spot that only a select few have managed to reach throughout the last number of years.
Randy continued to deep throat Dean's member; his face burning in anger at Dean calling him boy and Roman daring to call him a whore. He sucked and licked the shaft inside of his wet mouth, smirking a little as he took Dean's swollen balls into his mouth, sucking on them in a way that drove Cena crazy with lust and passion. If he had to give Dean a blowjob he would make the Leader moan and cry out for more. It was the only way to keep his dignity.
Dean did moan wantonly for a very minute amount of time, before he realised what Orton's games were. He applauded Orton for his intelligence, but Ambrose was just one step ahead. When the Shield formulated a plan, it would be a plan that guaranteed one hundred percent success. "Seth! Jerk Orton off. I wanna hear him moan like the whore he is."
And Seth eagerly did so. It beat having to suck him off, like he did to Cena. He and Roman were getting ever so close to stroking Orton's sweet spot, and getting rewarded with whorish moans. Ever so close wasn't enough, however, which fueled the two men onto reaching the sacrosanct zone, and getting to hear what they would consider sweet music in their ears.
Randy knew that Dean was on to his game as he heard him tell Seth to jerk him off. Seth's hand felt so good on his cock...a little too good. He felt his limp shaft begin to harden in the man's grasp. Randy remembered how the Shield had left his friend Cena hard and humiliated, and he vowed it would not happen to him. "Don't worry about jerking me off, Seth. Just have your fun and forget about me." Randy tried to suppress a moan as he felt the two throbbing cocks delve in deeper and deeper.
"Don't tell me what to do! Orders are orders!" The cheekiest member of the trio bellowed, as he continued to not only thrust deep inside Randy's slackening starfish, but also to fist the man's thick girth to full hardness.
Dean meanwhile, noticed that there was too much talking and not enough sucking coming from Orton. That needed to be changed. When Orton went to respond to Seth, Dean inserted his plump member back in Orton's mouth, ready for Randy to continue to expert blowjob he was giving before.
Randy sucked as Dean shoved his leaking cock into his open mouth. He once again felt like biting it but he knew better. But if the Leader didn't stop bullying him and calling him names he would bite the leader's cock. Consequences or not!
Dean was pleased that Randy once again sucked Dean's length on his own free will. He was apprehensive, but he wasn't being physically forced to do so. That obviously indicated to Ambrose how much Orton loved the flavour his tool possessed.
The two other rogues, meanwhile, continued to expertly pound Randy's now loose heat. It took some work, but Orton's walls eventually managed to provide a comfy fit to the two gentlemen who simultaneously battered his cerise pucker. They also now managed to stroke the prostate of Orton with ease. Seth and Roman were just that good.
Randy began to moan around Dean's shaft as the cocks of Seth and Roman struck his sweet spot. He tried to hold it in but nothing had ever felt so damn good as the two shafts touching his spot at the same time, along with the superb hand job he was receiving. He spread his legs wider, allowing for deep access and moaned louder sending pleasing vibrations down Dean's throbbing dick.
Randy Orton was succumbing to what the Shield were giving to him through sly force, and it worked tremendously well. The transformation from dominant top to wanton bottom was ever so sweet for all three rogues to see and hear progress from one to the other within fifteen minutes.
It was particularly sweet for Dean, given how Randy's submissive cries of added to the immense amount of bliss to the already blissful blowjob. Randy even gagged like a total slut at one point when his nose reached Dean's neatly trimmed pubes. The leader of the Shield felt he was about to cum very soon, and through the progressively high pitched grunts of his men, they were close also. "Tell you what. Since you proved yourself to be a good slut eventually, where would you rather us cum? Your face, or your ass?"
"My ass." Randy growled not wanting the shame of having his face covered like a little whore. He groaned as his balls tightened and shot his load all over Seth's hand, much to his humiliation.
"Works with me." Dean shrugged, although he did move as far back as he possibly could, until his back reached the cold wall. He demanded his allies take themselves out of Orton without climaxing, and they did. "Crawl to me Orton. I wanna see you crawl on all fours."
The Viper's face burned in shame as he weighed his options; both of them looking very humiliating. He swallowed his pride once again and crawled to the Shield Leader looking down unable to meet Dean's smirking eyes.
"That's a good Viper." Dean smirked in that sadistic way of his, looking down at the mortified man below him. "Spread those cheeks Orton. Let Seth and Roman see your hole." Eventually, Orton did just that. "Who do you want inside you first? Seth or Roman? Choose quickly, or I may end up blowing my load all over that pretty face of yours."
"Seth." Randy picked a name quickly in his deep monotone voice, hoping with all of his heart that the degrading experience would end. He had felt like a true slut spreading his cheeks wide for the three men. But what else could he have done? Let his face be covered in their release like a street prostitute? He would never live it down.
He didn't even reply to his name getting called. Seth just went straight in there. Orton's hole would soon get ravaged by Seth's manhood. What Orton wasn't aware of was that whilst his tongue occasionally licked up and down Dean's scrotum while his derriere was given the brunt of Seth's swift plunges, Roman got the handcuffs and legcuffs that the Shield planned on using on Orton later on. When Roman got back, Seth climaxed inside Orton's loose heat.
Dean didn't need to instruct them on what to do next. Seth and Roman switched places. The former now carried the handcuffs and legcuffs whilst making sure Randy didn't have a clue about the presence of the objects in Seth's hands, whilst the latter now used his Samoan cock to plunge as deep as he could inside Orton's drenched pucker
Randy felt Roman's thicker cock push into his now loosened hole. Roman was the most hard and ruthless fuck that Randy had ever had as he pushed balls deep inside of his now wet and sticky asshole. Randy licked Dean's balls without being ordered to a little grateful at least that the leader had left him with a little shred of his dignity no matter how small that might be.
Given how Roman was so close to a mind-shattering ejaculation the first time, it didn't take long for him to climax inside the heavenly pucker of Orton. Just as Seth's load was starting to slowly subside away, it got quickly replaced by Roman's thicker load.
Dean saw Roman step back, and he knew what time it was. The leader of the justice seeking trio positioned himself so that he was sliding in on Seth and Roman's leavings. Once Dean did the same, Orton would officially be a cum dumpster. Right now though, Dean thrusted balls deep inside Randy's slacken heat.
Randy felt his third cock for the night and grunted a little as Dean was pushing into him hard and fast. He felt so dirty with cum running out of his abused pucker and a third load on the way. He hoped the blowjob that he had given Dean earlier would result in a speedy climax now.
And what Orton had hoped for came true...after a short while, anyway. Given his leader status, he had more stamina than the other two rogues in the Shield, so he was able to last longer inside such a heavenly hole. What Orton didn't realise, however, was that as Dean constantly changed angles when doing Orton doggy style, Seth and Roman were trapping Orton from escape. Seth managed to use the legcuffs successfully...it was just down to Roman to use the handcuffs.
Randy felt the locking of cold metal on his legs and he began to try to pull away from Dean. "What the hell is this?" He screamed in fury as he thrashed around.
"Just giving you what you deserve." Dean stated in such a nonchalant manner, as if this was the most common occurrence in the world. "Besides, I still have to cum, and I don't want to risk you leaving me hard and humiliated." And with that, Dean spilled his essence inside Orton, even with the violent movements of Randy's body.
Orton was beyond raged at this point, and the fact that Roman cuffed him up eventually wasn't helping with his mood either.
Randy' s rage had reached murderous levels by this point in time. "What the hell are the cuffs for?" He demanded, realising he could barely move at all after having both his hands and legs restrained. "You have all had your damn fun already!"
"You got hearing problems or something?" Dean stated with a sadistic smirk, although Randy was too isolated by the strong pieces of metal that trapped his body to send a glare of death in Dean's direction. "For the third time, I said I'm just giving you what you deserve. I'm Dean Ambrose."
"I'm Seth Rollins."
"...Roman Reigns. Welcome to the shield of justice."
And with that, the three gentlemen left Randy as he was. His face down; his ass sticking up in the air, and the semen trickling down onto the floor. Dean did have one thing to throw in though, just to infuriate Randy further.
"By the way, from what I've been told, Hornswoggle usually uses that stall."
Yep. Once Randy was free, the Shield would be re-named the Bloodied.
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So originally I wasn't going to do a Part 2 of this because…well, I didn't really want to. But then after looking back at the reviews I'd gotten, I felt compelled to. Plus it was actually a lot more fun than I thought it'd be.
So we've got Cena and Orton out of the way, who's next? You decide. ;) Keep in mind there's people I won't be featuring in this story:
- Any of the NXT Superstars (because I don't know them that well)
- Vince McMahon (because he's the boss)
- Jim Ross/Jerry Lawler/Michael Cole/JBL/any other commentator
- Khali/Hornswoggle/Mark Henry/The Undertaker (…nah…)
- CM Punk/Paul Heyman/Brock Lesnar (because they're associated with the Shield in some way)
- Any WWE alumni who isn't currently active in the WWE.
Apart from that, anyone's up for grabs!