"Thank you so much, Triple H, I promise I will not let you down." Brad Maddox cooed as he desperately thanked his boss for presenting him with the opportunity to be the new general manager of Monday Night Raw.
Triple H stood up, reaching his arm out over the desk, waiting for his new general manager to accept the handshake. "I know you're going to be a fantastic GM, Brad. All you have to do is listen to what we tell you, and make the right choices. If you do that, and a little extra, this job is going to be a walk in the park for you."
"I will. I'll do anything to keep this job." Brad smiled, greatly accepting the handshake before adjusting his tie, and walking out of the office of the WWE's COO.
'Damn, that ass always looks good...' Triple H thought to himself as he watched the young superstar exit his office. Brad was no stranger to wearing extremely tight clothing, especially whenever he had to dress formally. Triple H couldn't help but notice the incredibly round bubble butt of Brad bouncing from side to side as he exited the room. "Oh yeah, this one's going to be an excellent GM."
The vibe of the Raw lockerroom was beyond odd. Ever since The McMahons (Now dubbing themselves as 'The Administration') took over Raw and appointed Brad Maddox as general manager, things have completely changed for the worse. Superstars constantly began to feel uncomfortable and afraid to voice their opinion, because they knew that if they did, they would be punished for it. The punishments were always the same, Always the same 3 on 1 Handicap match against The Shield, which always resulted in the punished getting a severe beat down. Tonight's latest victim, Dolph Ziggler was targeted by Triple H himself after Dolph spoke out against Triple H on his twitter account.
Triple H made his way down the long hallways of the backstage area, eventually arriving to the general manager's office. "Brad! So good to see you!" Triple H cooed, confidently strolling in the room, and immediately admiring yet another insanely tight set of clothing that clung to Maddox's toned body. "Now I know this is your show. You're the GM, but I feel like there's something you should know."
Brad could tell something serious was up. "What is it, sir?" He asked cautiously. His eyes wide, and lips pouty.
"Dolph Ziggler isn't agreeing with what I - I mean you have been doing as GM. He doesn't think what you've been working so hard to do is best for business. What are you going to do about that?"
The frustration was evident on Brad's face. Over the past few weeks, Brad experienced similar situations with the likes of The Miz, The Big Show, and of course the bearded superstar himself; Daniel Bryan. Now Ziggler is complaining?
"If I can suggest, I'd say the best way to handle this is to put that bleached blonde bitch in a handicap match against The Shield." Triple H breathed out, placing one of his rather large hands on the shoulder of the general manager.
"I totally agree!" Brad responded. "I'll make it official right now." Brad exited the office, quickly strutting to the entrance to the stage. From what he saw on a nearby television screen, the second match had just finished up. He headed up the stairs to the stage, before grabbing a mic and heading out.
"It has come to my attention that there's yet another superstar in the back that doesn't agree with what myself and the COO of the WWE is doing. So at the request of the great Triple H, Dolph Ziggler will face off in a 3 on 1 handicap match against… THE SHIELD!" Roars of boos filled the massive arena. "Oh, and this match starts… now." On cue, Dolph's entrance music started to play, and the crowd was on their feet, cheering and screaming their approval as the bleached blonde superstar made his way to the stage. He glared at Brad; his anger shining through his eyes. He then took his spot on the middle of the stage and proceeded to wildly gyrate his hips and jiggle his ass, something he called 'The Ziggle Wiggle'.
Before Dolph could start walking down the ramp, he was immediately ambushed by three men, dressed in all black. They were none other than The Shield: Dean Ambrose, Seth Rollins, and Roman Reigns.
The three attacked Ziggler as if their lives depended on it. They quickly dragged the blonde down the ramp, before roughly tossing him into the ring. As they made their way in, the crowd continued to boo. Brad watched the action unfold from the stage, highly impressed in the work of The Shield. He never doubted that they could give a good beating, hell, he was on the receiving end of one of their beatings. But it always amazed Brad to see those three work together in perfect unison, and work so methodically to get a job done. The way they were so rough with Dolph was very arousing to Maddox. He could feel his cock twitching to life in his tight dress pants. He decided it was time to really get down to business.
"Boys, that's enough. You know what to do next." Brad said through the mic. The trio glanced back at him, and each gave him a wink. With that, Brad's plan was going accordingly. He exited the stage, and made his way to his General Manager's office. In a matter of minutes, the three members of The Shield came in, with Dolph ZIggler's unconscious body over Roman's shoulder. "Where do you want him?" Ambrose asked.
"Drop him right there on the floor." Brad answered, an evil grin plastered on his face.
As instructed, Roman dropped the lifeless Ziggler on the floor, in the middle of the office. When the trio began to head for the door, Brad quickly stopped them. "Wait you three."
"What's wrong?" Ambrose asked, puzzled.
"You all did an amazing job, following Triple H's orders and giving this bitch the beating of a lifetime. And Hunter informed me to give you guys a gift for doing such a good job." Brad motioned towards Ziggler, who was beginning to wake up. "You earned it, boys." Brad laughed before turning around, and taking a seat at his desk.
"You heard him!" Rollins laughed. "Let's get to work!" With that, the three members of The Shield began to strip out of their black vests, before unzipping their boots, and peeling their black pants off. The three were each left in a pair of underwear: Reigns wore a pair of red and black checkered boxers, Rollins wore a pair of blue boxer briefs, and Ambrose wore a surprisingly tight pair of black briefs. All were unable to hide their throbbing cocks in their underwear. And they didn't care to try to hide them from Maddox, as he was happily enjoying the action that was before him.
The three then turned their attention to Ziggler, who was beginning to get to his feet. Ambrose grabbed him by his hair and shoved him against the other side of Maddox's desk. Dolph was bent over, and held down by Ambrose, while Rollins wasted no time in peeling the Show Off's tight silver trunks down to his ankles. Rollins then began to grope and squeeze at the perfectly rounded, white ass cheeks of Dolph Ziggler. "You fucking like that?!" Rollins asked.
Brad couldn't believe what he was seeing. For the smallest guy in The Shield, that Rollins sure had a mouth on him. He definitely knew how to be verbal. It was such a turn on. Brad's eyes were glued to the action before him; Ziggler was thrown back to the floor on his stomach before Ambrose peeled his briefs off and instantly shoved his throbbing 7 inch cock into Ziggler's mouth. Reigns joined in too, stepping out of his boxers and propped Ziggler's body on all fours. There the Show Off's ass was on display for the Samoan to destroy. He roughly spat on Ziggler's ass, not even bothering to try to prepare Ziggler for what was to come. He forced Rollins to quickly suck the thick 10 inch cock, lathering it up in Rollins' spit in the process, before carefully lining it up with Ziggler's tight hole, and shoving all 10 inches in.
"FUCK!" Ziggler screamed, with Ambrose's cock still in his mouth.
"Shut the fuck up!" Rollins shouted back.
Reigns gave a low growl of approval before grabbing ahold of the blonde's hair and immediately beginning his pace of quick, deep thrusts. Ambrose began thrusting his 7 inches in and out of Ziggler's mouth, which was doing nothing to help Ziggler's efforts with relaxing. He was experiencing immense pain, as well as immense pleasure. He didn't know how he should feel.
"You're fucking loving this, aren't you! Dirty Whore!" Rollins shouted out. He looked back at Brad, who was violently jerking his 8 inch cock to what he was seeing. Brad was in complete bliss. And as much as he wanted to get in on the action, and take Ziggler's spot, he actually preferred watching from the side lines. It was a thousand times hotter.
"Fuck, this bitch doesn't wanna take my dick!" Ambrose shouted, annoyed. "Rollins, give this bitch your ass!"
On command, Rollins peeled his boxer briefs off while Ambrose withdrew his cock from Ziggler's mouth. Dolph began gasping for air as much as he could. His breathing was short lived, Rollins crawled in front of him before turning his back to the blonde, and shoving his pert ass in Ziggler's face! Ziggler immediately got the hint and began swirling his tongue against Rollins' tight, hairy hole before darting right in.
"He eats ass way better than he sucks dick! I'll tell you that!" Rollins laughed.
Roman continued to thrust his thick 10 inch cock as deep as he could into Ziggler's willing hole. He could feel his load building up. And as much as he didn't want to bust this yet, he couldn't help it. He picked up the pace of his thrusts and pushed Ziggler's face as deep into Rollins' ass as he could. After a few more deep thrusts, he couldn't hold it anymore. "FUCK!" Reigns growled out, erupting spurt after spurt of cum deep into Ziggler's tight pucker.
"Ohhh Shit!" Ziggler moaned out, feeling the warmth of Reign's cum flow freely inside him. Ambrose began to cum next, after watching the action from close by. He shot spurt after spurt of creamy cum all over Ziggler's perfect bubble butt. Rollins was last, quickly turning to face Ziggler after Ziggler inserted a single finger deep into his tight ass. He shot his load all over Ziggler's face, loving how good the blonde looked covered in cum.
"Excellent job, boys!" Brad shouted, clapping. He gave the three another wink, and they once again got to work. They picked Ziggler's limp, cum covered body up before setting him up in the perfect position to perform their signature Triple Powerbomb into Maddox's desk. After the deed was done, Ziggler lay unconscious over the broken wood of the desk, still covered in cum. Brad stepped over Ziggler's body before saying. "And that's what happens, when you fuck with The Administration."