"Oh shit, oh fuck, oh god, oh God, oh God" Brad was pacing around the room now, his trunks back on, but the room still smelling of fresh cum. "Who the fuck would take the camera?! And how could we not notice!?"
"I'm guessing we were all just too into the fucking, that we just weren't paying attention to anything else" replied Xavier, trying to keep a calm front.
Cody was just sitting on the ground, still totally nude, with Brad's cum still slowly dripping out of his asshole. He looked as if he was trying, but failing, to think of a good plan of action.
"Okay- here's what we're going to do- we're going to go around and ask anyone if they've seen Xavier's camera" Brad said as if he'd just created the most complex and impressive plan ever. This made Xavier smile a little, but he was quick to cover it before Brad saw.
"What exactly do we say?" began Cody, finally putting his Stardust gear back on after coming out of his shock induced coma; "We can't exactly just go up to someone and ask whether they've seen the camera which has footage of us fucking on it!"
"We're not going to do that, Cody. We're just going to ask whether they've seen the camera. No more than that" Brad said, seemingly beginning to calm down and think rationally.
All three of the men knew what was at stake here. They knew that they wouldn't be fired, the WWE would get a lot of negative press for firing people just for gay behaviour. The New Day's euphoric push would end and they'd lose the tag titles; Kofi and Big E would probably never speak to Xavier again. Cody would likely be turned into a jobber, and his feud with Neville completely swept under the rug, his wife would probably leave him too. Not to mention that everyone would then think they're all gay sex maniacs; this upset Brad especially, as he wasn't ready for anyone to know about his sexuality, and certainly didn't want to be outed like this.
"Okay. That works." Xavier started "We should split up, we'll be able to ask more people quicker"
"Great. Lets get going then" Brad followed, eager to get to the bottom of this before everyone knows about his secret.
They all headed towards the door, now fully dressed back in their gear. They would've got changed into the normal clothes, but they weren't in the locker room, they were just in some room the WWE allowed Xavier to film in.
"Oka…" Brad was about to begin before being interrupted by the flinching face of Xavier
"You boys may want to find a breath mint asap, you have really strong cum-breath!" he joked. Neither Brad nor Cody smiled. Perhaps this wasn't the time for joked he realised.
Xavier turned the door knob and they all headed out one at a time, to try and avoid arousing suspicion. Xavier went to the right, Cody then went straight ahead, so Brad decided to turn left. He walked along the hallway with added pace, desperate to find the camera; his eyes, not really focussed ahead, were looking at all his surroundings, hopelessly looking to spot the camera.
He was doing this for a good two minutes before he collided with a hard, slippery object and fell on his ass.
"You need to look where you're going, maggot!" barked the thick Northern English accent.
Brad raised his eyes to the tall frame of King Barrett, sweat making his impeccable abs glisten, his whole body dripping. This must be what I bumped into then, thought Brad, stating the obvious. He still had on his cape and crown, with his sceptre tightly gripped in his big British hands.
"Hahahaha, just kidding, Maddox!" Barrett chuckled, extending his hand out to help Brad get up. Brad took his hand and got back onto his feet.
"Wow, you really like living the character, don't you Barrett!" Brad joked nervously "I thought you were about to give me a Bullhammer or something!"
"Well, it helps he perform well on TV, if I stay in character for as long as possible" he responded.
Brad, despite being slightly intimidated by Barrett decided to ask him if he'd seen the camera; "Hey Barrett, I don't suppose you've seen Xavier's gaming camera anywhere? It seems someone's stolen it" he said, trying to sound as innocent as possible.
"Why the bloody hell should I help you?!" Barrett retorted, clearly getting back into his King Barrett persona.
Brad, slightly exasperated now, pleaded "Come on Barrett! Just help me out here- I'll do anything! Just tell me what you know!"
A little grin swept across the face of the tall Brit, and he said "Well, Maddox, I may know something about this missing camera of yours. Follow me to my throne room and I'll tell you more". He turned around and began walking. Brad- a tad confused- stood still, but when Barrett called for him, Brad scurried after him. Barrett was considerably taller than Brad and was probably one of the most well-toned guys in the locker room, which of course Brad knew. He tried to get a peak of Wade's juicy ass as he followed, but the damn cape was obscuring his view. Considering how tall and lean Barrett was, he had a surprisingly big ass. Brad had never seen it in person before, but he'd definitely noticed it watching Barrett fight.
After a bit of walking, Barrett opened a door to his left and switched on the light. He then pushed Brad into the room. Brad took in his surroundings. It was just an ordinary, spare locker room; the roster would use it if the one they're currently using is out of order. There was a row of lockers, some showers and a few benches. Nothing special.
"Wow- great throne room you've got here!" Brad said. Again, making a nervous joke.
"Did I ask for your opinion, maggot?" Barrett spat back at him. "Now get on your knees!"
"WHA….!" Brad cried in shock, as Barrett grabbed him by the shoulders and pushed his body down onto its knees.
King Barrett then pulled down his dark trunks with a slight Union Jack pattern on them, revealing to Brad the biggest dick he'd ever seen in person. Heck, it may even have been the biggest dick he'd seen in all the pornos he'd watched. It was rock hard already and definitely at least 10 inches long. It was now pointing directly at Brad.
"Suck it. Now!" Barrett demanded. Brad started on the tip, lightly sucking and then darting his tongue along the huge shaft, along to Barrett's massive balls.
"No. I said suck it. Not fucking make out with it!" Barrett lifted off the tight, chest hugging shirt Brad had thrown on after his session with Xavier and Cody, and then pushed Brad's toned body against the cold wall. He then shoved his dick deep into Brad's throat and began face fucking him with ferocious speed. Brad put all his efforts into not gagging and his eyes began watering. After Barrett had his dick nicely serviced by Brad's wet mouth he turned his attention his Brad's big muscle butt.
"Get on all fours, Maddox!" he demanded, and Brad did as he was told. He tried to shove his huge dick straight into Brad's inviting ass, but it was too tight. Barrett wasn't in the mood for ass-eating or rimming, so he needed another way to loosen up his bitch's asshole. He looked around the small room and saw the pile he dumped his cape and crown onto. On top of this pile was his royal sceptre. He grabbed it and got Brad to suck on the tip to wet it up. He then plunged it deep into Brad's hole, shoving it in and out like a giant dildo. This caused Brad to moan in a wonderful deep way, with turned Barrett on; causing him to wank his hard cock faster.
"I think you may be loose enough to take me now" Barrett said
He removed the sceptre from Brad's ass and sniffed it deeply before putting it down. The scent of Brad's ass juices nearly threw King Barrett over the edge but he used all his willpower to prevent himself from cumming. He had to fuck Brad's glorious ass before he cums.
Brad, now totally hard, was in desperate need of dick. Growing impatient having to wait for Barrett, he backed his ass up onto Wade's dick and forced the dick in himself. The caused both men to let out a load groan in ecstasy. Brad then began moving his hips on Barrett's big dick, essentially fucking himself with Barrett's cock.
"Oh you fucking love that cock don't you?" Barrett grunted, now taking control and thrusting hard into Brad's juicy hole. With every thrust Wade let out a deep grunt and you could also hear the noise of his full balls slapping against Brad's asscheeks. He then grabbed a fistful of Brad's short hair and yanked it back, causing Brad to moan in delight. He was loving every second of being Barrett's personal whore.
"Fuck…me…harder!" Brad muttered between pleasurable moans
Barrett obliged and shoved the last few inches on his dick into Brad's hole, and started thrusting with more desire, more hunger for Brad's body, and with a deep need to cum.
This fucking from Wade had caused a hugely sensual feeling to erupt through Brad's body and before he knew it he was cumming all over the locker room floor. He didn't even have his dick touched once throughout this whole time, yet he was exploding squirt after squirt of his baby batter onto the cheap floor. "AhhhHhhHHHHHhhhhh!" he moaned, as the seventh rope of cum was firing out of his thick 8 inches. 2 more smaller squirts followed and then Brad was done; his body collapsing into a heap.
This didn't please King Barrett because he still had a load to shoot. He had to teach his bitch a lesson in respect for his King. He picked Brad's exhausted body up off the now cum-soaked floor and laid him face-up on the locker room bench. He then straddled his body around Brad's chest and exclaimed "Are you ready for the King to shoot a load down your throat?!" and he started jerking his dick above Brad's face, with Brad's mouth open wide.
Quickly after, the King moaned easily loud enough to be heard by anyone outside, and fired a thick rope of cum straight into the wanting mouth of Brad. 4 more big shots followed, each probably bigger than the last, before Barrett milked the last drop out of his uncircumcised dick into Brad's mouth. Now Brad, having made sure to collect all of King Barrett's cum in his mouth swallowed deeply and smiled cheekily before sitting up to see Barrett was already getting dressed into his gear again.
"Woah, Barrett- you never told me what you knew about the camera!" he called
"Camera? Oh yeah, that thing. I don't know anything about a bloody camera. I just wanted a fuck!" he responded and left the room cackling.
Brad was putting his gear on again, for a second time within a few hours, when he heard his phone buzz. He'd got a text from Xavier. "Any luck with the camera? I've asked Big E and Kofi but they don't know anything."
"No luck, I'm afraid. Sorry. We'll just have to ask more people I guess" Brad texted back "Oh, and how's Cody getting along?" he followed with.
"Don't know. I haven't heard from him" Xavier replied.
That was unusual. Cody is basically inseparable from his phone. He'd have texted us even if he didn't find anything.
Brad decided to text Cody to see if he'd had any luck locating the camera. He waited in the second room he'd made smell of cum today. He waited a little more. Still no reply. This made Brad concerned, why wasn't Cody texting back?