***One Week Later***
"Brad, you did an amazing job last week on Raw! You really showed that bitch Ziggler what happens when you go against the General Manager." Triple H said, smiling wide.
"Thank you,. And yeah, I showed him alright.." Brad replied with a devious smirk on his face. He thought back to all of the action that happened after Raw went off the air in his office. He could still see the three beautiful naked bodies of The Shield manhandling and having their way with Dolph Ziggler. Those three were just as rough during sex as they were in the ring! It was definitely impressive.
"This week, Stephanie and I aren't going to be present for any shows, which means you're on your own tonight for Raw. But, in our absence, I have some production guys walking around the backstage area to keep an ear out for any guy that might have something to say about The Administration. If you notice anyone not doing whats 'Best for Business', take care of them. But this time, I want to see it happen." Triple H said, walking closer to Brad.
"What do you mean?" Brad asked a little confused, although he sort of had an idea of what his boss meant.
"You know exactly what I mean." Triple H replied, placing a hand on Brad's waist. "If anyone needs to be taken care of, video tape it and send it to me" This time, Triple H gave Brad a sly wink. "I'll be in touch!"
"Have a nice time off, sir!" Brad said as he watched the WWE's COO exit his office. He had a hand over the hardening bulge in his dress pants as he watched Triple H leave. The sexual tension between them was surprisingly obvious, but Brad brushed it off for now. Triple H basically gave Brad permission to fuck any guy on the roster that isn't doing what 'Best for Business'. And he gets to record it too! "I can't wait for the show to start!" Brad laughed to himself as he sat back down at his desk.
***Later that Night***
Tonight's Monday Night Raw was as loud and full of energy as any other Monday Night show. Things were going great, surprisingly enough. It was even more surprising since it was Brad's first night running Raw on his own, without Stephanie McMahon or Triple H to guide him. Maddox watched from the large TV screen in his office; CM Punk was just making his way down the ramp to the ring. He wasn't scheduled for a match until later, so why was he in the ring now? Brad instantly knew this unexpected surprise was the set up for another one of Punk's infamous 'Pipe Bombs'. Brad couldn't let this happen. He had to do something about Punk.
Brad frantically ran out of his office, running past the pool of Superstars, Divas, and crew members that were scattered all over the backstage area. He quickly found the trio that he knew could get Punk out of the ring. The Wyatt Family. "I need you three to get Punk the hell out of my ring and take him to my office. NOW." Bray Wyatt, the leader of the trio didn't say a word. He simply made his way to the stage and waited for the entire arena to go black. Erick Rowan and Luke Harper were right behind Bray, running down the ramp to get to the ring before the lights came back up. Once they did, all three had Punk cornered outside the ring. Punk immediately tried to fight them off, but it was no use. Rowan and Harper were too big and too strong for Punk to take out on his own. They threw him over their shoulders and dragged him back up the ramp and back to the backstage area.
"You fuckers! Let me go!" Punk shouted as the three continued to carry him until they reached Brad Maddox's office. As they entered, Brad was standing by the door with his devious smirk plastered on his face as usual. Rowan and Harper dropped Punk in the middle of the office before Brad gave them the signal to leave. Once they were gone. Brad closed the door and quickly locked it.
"What the fuck was that all about?!" Punk asked, grabbing Brad by his tie.
"Save the aggression for later.." Brad breathed out. He pushed Punk away, and made his way over to a bookshelf located in a corner of the office. He pulled out his cellphone and set it to the camera before angling it in the perfect position for Triple H to see, and pushed record.
Brad then walked back over to Punk before undoing his tie, unbuttoning his shirt and unzipping his tight dress pants.
"What the fuck are you doing, you little prick?!" Punk asked, the anger extremely obvious in his voice.
"You know, I would like to continue playing twenty questions with you Punk, but I have a special job to do for Triple H, and in case you haven't noticed, I'm very horny." Brad replied, throwing the tie and shirt across the room and feeling his own toned pecs and abs. "I'm going to be very clear with you, Punk. You're going to fuck me senseless right here, right now, or else."
Punk instantly began to laugh. "You're kidding right? You really think I'm going to fuck you? Hahaha! What the fuck are you going to do if I don't?" Punk continued to laugh. He couldn't take Brad seriously.
"If you don't fuck me, you'll be fired. And don't think I'll do it because I will. I'm also recording all of this right now, so if you even try to touch my phone, I'll fire you for that too. " Brad replied in a more serious tone. "Don't fight it, Punk. All you have to do is pound this.." Brad turned his back to the former WWE Champion and slowly began to bend over, peeling the tight dress pants down in the process. Punk got a great view of the red briefs that were hugging his juicy bubble butt perfectly. After kicking his shoes and pants away, he looked back at Punk, who was practically drooling at the sight of Brad's perfectly round ass.
Punk quickly adjusted his focus away from Maddox's ass once he noticed Brad caught him staring. Brad had one of the nicest, juiciest asses he had ever seen, and the red briefs Maddox was wearing was doing nothing to contain the two massive mounds of flesh. Maybe Punk could have some fun tonight after all. He lunged toward Brad, grabbing him by his hair and sending him to the large leather couch that was near the door of the office. Brad was thrown over the arm of the couch, his lower body on display for Punk to admire. Punk then grabbed at the waistband of Maddox's briefs and roughly yanked them down to his knees before turning his attention to the now bare ass of Brad Maddox. Punk started off roughly groping the round cheeks, loving the soft moans that escaped the lips of the Raw General Manager. Punk then parted the cheeks, exposing a perfectly tight, hairless, pink hole. "Holy shit" Punk said in awe before shoving his face into the quivering ass of Brad.
"Ohh Fuck…." Brad moaned out, gripping the arm of the couch as he felt the expert tongue of the self-proclaimed 'Best in the World' swirl against his willing hole. Brad loved the feeling of Punk's facial hair rubbing against his ass whenever Punk came up for air and softly kissed at his ass cheeks. "Fuck! Eat that ass!" Brad shouted out.
Punk did as he was told and went back to expertly rimming and licking the appetizing ass of the General Manager. This 'punishment' was quickly turning into a reward. Brad's ass was mesmerizing. After a few minutes of eating Maddox's ass like there was no tomorrow, Punk replaced his tongue with a single finger. As he slowly inserted his finger, Punk could feel Brad's entire body shiver from the contact.
"Haven't gotten any action in a while, haven't you?" Punk asked, laughing.
"...No comment." Brad quickly replied.
With his finger still inserted in Brad's extremely tight hole, Punk leaned forward, before whispering. "It's going to be even better once I really start fucking you"
Brad could feel his body shiver once again, this time from Punk's deep, sultry voice. His words went straight to Brad's already hard cock. Punk was right. Brad hadn't been fucked in months; almost a year in fact. He needed this. More than ever.
"FUCK ME NOW!" Brad blurted out.
"I was waiting for you to give in..." Punk purred before withdrawing his finger from Brad's hole. He then got off the couch and kicked his wrestling boots and kickpads away. His matching trunks followed; which were being stretched by Punk's raging 8 inch dick. He then climbed back on the couch and started to slap it against Brad's bubble butt; loving the way Maddox's ass jiggled from the impact. After hearing impatient whimpers from Brad, Punk lined his cock with Maddox's ass, and slowly thrusted in. "Shitt….." Punk moaned out, placing his hands of Brad's shoulders.
"Fuck yeah…. That's it..." Brad whispered back.
Once he was all the way in, Punk began his thrusts. He slowly pulled his 8 incher halfway out before slowly thrusting back in. Brad was just as tight as Punk expected. He was definitely loving this so called punishment.
Brad started grinding his ass back against Punk's waist, feeling the tattooed superstar's cock inside him. Once he started to feel Punk's thrusts intensify, his moans became louder and louder. After a few minutes, the only sounds present in Brad's office were a combination of flesh slapping flesh with Brad and Punk's moans and grunts. "Fuck yeah Punk! Fuck me!"
"Fuck! You are so fucking tight!" Punk barked back. He reached forward and grabbed ahold of Brad's hair, causing Brad to arch his back even more than he already was doing. Punk loved seeing his boss, his General Manager, unravel in front of him. Brad was reduced to a moaning, whimpering mess, and Punk enjoyed every second of making it all happen.
"Ohh… I wanna ride this cock so bad!" Brad moaned out, his back completely arched from his hair being pulled back by Punk.
"Yeah? Then do it, bitch!" Punk shouted back before withdrawing his cock from Maddox's willing ass. He then took a seat on the couch and watched as Brad immediately followed; straddling his waist. Punk knew he was going to explode soon. And whatever Brad had planned was going to throw him over the edge!
Brad wrapped his hands behind Punk's head before lowering his ass down on Punk's cock.
"Fuck….." The two men moaned in unison.
Brad took the lead; wiggling his ass against Punk's ultra-hard cock, loving the reactions he was getting out of the straightedge superstar.
Punk's hands were on Brad's ass, squeezing and grabbing as the bubbly cheeks jiggled and wiggled in circles. He could really feel his load building now; he couldn't take it anymore. "I'm gonna cum!" Punk shouted out.
This motivated Brad to ride Punk cock with more power than before. He continued to furiously gyrate his hips before feeling Punk's body tense up. Brad knew it was finally time. He leaned forward and began kissing at the straightedge superstar's neck as he felt a warm creamy liquid fill inside him. Punk began licking at Brad's meaty pecs.
Brad then needed his release. He climbed off of Punk's now flaccid cock and climbed to the head rest of the couch. He then slowly squatted down onto Punk's face, who was more than happy to slip his tongue into the now open hole of the General Manager.
Punk wasn't bothered by his own cum that he was tasting with the amazing ass juices of Brad. It was actually a turn on to him. He reached up and grabbed at Brad's ass cheeks before parting them, allowing him to delve his tongue deeper into Maddox's ass. All the while, Brad was furiously jerking his cock and pulling at his own nipples. In a matter of seconds, Brad couldn't hold on any longer. "FUCK!" Spurt after spurt of creamy white cum erupted from Brad's 7 inch cock, and landed all over Punk's tattooed chest and abs, as well as the black leather couch. Brad climbed off of Punk before crashing his lips against Punk's. The two kissed for a while, both enjoying the taste of Punk's cum and Brad's ass. Punk then broke the kiss.
"Best. Punishment. Ever." Punk said, laughing.
"You're gonna have to keep defying me if you want this." Brad replied.
"Your plan definitely backfired." Punk said, getting up from the couch and grabbing his gear, before walking out of the office. As he closed the door, he was immediately ambushed by three men. The same three men that brought him to Maddox's office in the first place. The three members of The Wyatt Family were outside Brad's office the entire time, waiting for their moment to strike. Brad's plan to get payback was in full effect the entire time.
Brad slipped back into his briefs and dress pants, with his shirt slung over his shoulder before stepping outside his office to see how his plan really worked out. He didn't forget to grab his phone, which was recording the entire time for Triple H to see. "You really think getting to fuck me was a punishment? You're not as smart as I thought you were." Brad laughed. He squatted down to get closer to Punk, who was curled up in a ball, writhing in pain. "You try to ruin my show again, the punishment won't be as pleasurable". Brad had his trademark smirk plastered on his face once again.