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JOHN POV
"NO! PUNK STOP PLEASE I'M SORRY PLEASE RANDY!" I scream reaching out to Randy but Punk throws me into his private locker room and I land on my stomach in a grunt of pain. I look around to see where Punk is and see him shutting the locker room door locking it securely as I hear Randy screaming and pounding on the other side of it "PUNK LET GO OF HIM I MEAN IT I'M GOING TO RIP YOU LIMB FROM LIMB IF YOU DON'T LET JOHN GO RIGHT NOW YOU FUCKER!" I hear Randy scream in pure seething hatred.
I look up to see Punks body standing over me with fire burning in his eyes with anger and I squeak in surprise as he picks me up and throws me against the wall right beside the door I still hear Randy pounding on. "WHAT DO YOU FUCKING THINK YOUR DOING BEING WITH RANDY WITHOUT MY PERMISSION!" I hear Punk scream in my face as tears start to build up in my eyes at how actually scared I am of Punk right now. "I didn't think I needed to have permission to be with the love of my life" I whimper out and look down to the floor trying to avoid the burning death glare Punk was sending me.
I jump in fear as I feel the whole locker room walls shake with the intensity of Randy's pounding on the other side of the door still trying to get in. I look back as Punk leans into my ear seething "You will tell lover boy out there that if he ever wants to see you in perfect condition again and not limping from me fucking you so hard you bleed he will stop that pounding and leave right now" I hear Punk say through gritted teeth making me gulp loudly in fear. I stand there as Punk gently and methodically pushes off the wall giving me some space to move and walk out the door to tell Randy to leave. I wipe tears from my eyes as I open the door walking out to see a red face viper in anger about to strike.
Randy moves forward as he try's to reach for the handle to the locker room to go in and attack Punk but I place my hands on his Pecs to stop him. "Randy no you can't please don't" I say pleading for him to understand. Randy looks at me in confusion "Well why the hell not this is Punk Johnny he's going to hurt you I can't let that happen again!" Randy says in his low determined voice that makes me shiver. "Randy he said he will hurt me worse if you don't leave now" I say calmly leaving out all the graphic details Punk exsplain he would do to me if Randy wouldn't cooperate.
Randy stops everything in an instant and looks at me with love and passion as I have the same intensity for him. "I love you Randy with all my heart and I hope this doesn't change anything for me asking you this but you have to go now ok baby?" I ask in the most sincerest way I could at this moment and I see Randy's head fall, eyes to the ground shaking his head yes with a defeated look on his face as he slowly walks off down the hall out of eye range. I sigh and open the door to walk back in only to be pulled forcefully "What was the meaning of that?" I spat, but before I could even answer, a large palm connected with my dimpled cheek, the slap ringing out in the small room I look at Punk in shock that he would hit me. As Punk's handprint blossomed against my soft tan skin in a red tattoo. "I don't care what you thought you were trying to do, John. The fact is…" Punk slammed me up against the wall, pinning my wrists above my head, his eyes burning. Punk lowered his voice to a hiss. "The fact is, John, it won't happen again you will ask for permission to be with Randy next time before I find you two in a locker room fucking again you understand?"
our eyes connected, and in my blue ones I knew Punk could see that fire trying to flicker back to life. Punk had to stomp it out once more, stomp it out until it was just a thin tendril of smoke rising from ashes. I heard Punk growl at me between himself and the wall, feeling my muscles tense as though they were readying to fight back against the Chicagoan I hated Punk for doing this to me making me destroy Randy like that I hated him period. "Don't be stupid, pet." Punk warned me, although I already had been stupid enough with my little trick of escaping his clutches to be with Randy. "On your knees." I hear Punk demand, his voice now flat and emotionless. "What if I'm tired of being' on my knees for you?" I shot back, disobeying and not making any move to kneel down.
"I didn't ask!" Punk roared, and one of his hands uncurled its hold on my wrist and came down again, open palm, against my cheek as hard as he could. I felt my teeth clacked together with the force of the blow, my head bounced with a thud against the wall, sending black spots popping before my eyes. It was only a slap, but Punk's hands felt like baseball bats when they connected with my head. I cried out in pain as I fall to the floor holding my cheek and tears start to fall.
"That's acceptable, but I'd hardly call you a good pet yet." Punk gripped my chin, forcing my head up. I hadn't been looking around not wanting to really make eye contact with the bulge that was at my eye level. Punk had other ideas, however, and there it was. I closed his eyes for a moment, thinking of Randy and it might just be best to get it all over with. As I waited for Punk's next instruction. Punk pulled down his wrestling trunk and took a couple of steps forward forcing his cock into my face. I clinch my eyes closed and turned my face, but there was really nowhere to go. The cheek that still stung from Punk's slaps pressed up against the cool wall, giving him some relief, but Punk's cock was against my other cheek, hard and hot, and I didn't want it touching me at all.
"Behave my pet and open up." Punk grabbed my face again, this time letting his hand crush my cheeks together making my tender face hurt more. My jaw was so sore I had no other choice until I gave into the pain of it and opened my mouth. I closed my eyes and tried not to gag as Punk's cock invaded my throat sliding over past my teeth, and against my tongue, filling my mouth and forcing Punks meat down my throat as I wanted it out and tried to adjust to the invasion that felt suffocating. My throat was automatically trying to reject it, gagging against the hard flesh, but Punk just forced himself deeper not heading the spasms of my throat. I thought I would suffocate, or throw up, or both. As Hot tears from the unstoppable gagging and the force of it spilled down my face. Punk's hand cupped the back of my head pushing further. "John, you do so well sucking my cock God your so sexy my pet." I hear Punk moan in pleasure as I keep my eyes down in shame I'm doing this to another man and not Randy.
Punk started up a brutal pace, fucking my mouth and throat as if he had the need to jackhammer through concrete with his hard-on. my hands met Punk's hips trying to slow them down but I was shoved away. Punk's cock sliding out of my throat gave me the chance to take in a deep breath, my mouth still wrapped around part of Punk's large organ, but before I could do more Punk grabs my wrists and pinned them once more against the wall, and slammed himself back down my abused throat. Punk's growls of pleasure and profanity filled the privately locked room and my mouth was being fucked until Punk's release filled my throat, and mouth, nearly choking me in discomfort. Punk pulled out, and wrapped his hand around my throat.
"Swallow it." Punk demanded, his voice a snarl, his eyes glowing with the pleasure he'd just robbed away the one thing that belonged to Randy only. Struggling, I finally swallowed, and slumped back against the wall with bruised and battered lips, a strand of pearly juice hanging from my chin. Punk smiled in satisfactory. "My beautiful good pet." I feel Punk pet me like a dog as he fixes his wrestling trunks with a smile. Punk strode out of the locker room, more satisfied than when he'd strode in. I slumped down to the floor in a puddle of misery as I set there in total shock at what just happened rocking myself backwards and forwards.
Tears fell from my eyes as I think of Randy and how much I want him to hold and protect me right now. I think back to Punk and I start getting more angrier by the second of whats he's been doing to me "I hate you." I say through gritted angry teeth meaning it for Punk…
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