Previously...
As Brad was heading towards the Arena Parking Lot, He was grabbed by a mystery guy by the collar of his shirt and yanked into an abandoned room. Brad wasn't able to see who grabbed him. The room was pitch black. He couldn't see a thing.
Soon Brad's 'kidnapper' snapped on the light in the room.
"What the fuck?!" Brad shouted, feeling both surprised and scared.
"Who the fuck gave you the power to put Daniel Bryan in my title match?! I already have to defend against Batista, now I have to deal with him too! You're screwing me over!" Randy Orton shouted, the anger very clear in his tone of voice. He slammed Brad against a nearby wall of the extremely small room. He pressed a forearm over Brad's neck as he pressed his tanned upper body against Brad's.
"That was like 20 minutes ago, how did you find out-"
"You don't think Bryan told me what he had to do to get in that match?! He told everyone!" Orton interrupted. He reached down with his free hand and quickly undid Brad's belt and tugged his dress pants and briefs down to his ankles. He then roughly ripped Brad's shirt entirely off of his body. The Raw General Manager was left wearing only his long dress socks, and his undid tie around his neck.
"Please Mr. Orton.. I'm sorry I-" Brad tried to plead his case, but he was once again cut off by the WWE World Heavyweight Champion.
Orton flipped Brad over and slammed his face into the wall of the cramped closet. "Don't speak." He hissed in the General Manager's ear. "You know how this goes."
Brad let out a whimper as he felt Orton's body slither down to meet his lower body. Orton placed his large hands on Maddox's round, bubble butt. Softly caressing the flesh, lightly squeezing and kneading. He then parted the cheeks, exposing Brad's hole. It was slightly agape, glistening with cum from his previous encounter with Daniel Bryan that happened not too long ago.
Orton stood up, to hiss in Brad's ear again. "Fuck, this hole's loose.. Bryan wasn't lying..." With his hands still firmly gripping the General Manager's ass, he allowed one of his slender fingers to slip inside the cum coated hole.
"Mmm…." Brad breathed out.
"You like that? Of course you do..." Orton moaned out. He could feel Brad's entire body shiver from the intrusion.
Brad simply whimpered his reply. He had no will to speak. He felt like Orton had put him under a spell. He was frozen in his place; his bare upper body pressed against the wall, slightly bent over, his ass on display for Orton to terrorize.
Orton took control once again, removing his finger and grabbing Brad by his shoulders. He flipped the younger man over and roughly pushed him down to his knees. Orton tugged down his trunks, freeing his long 9 inch cock from its constraints. He slowly jerked his cock, while looking down at Maddox, who had eyes filled with pure fear and infatuation.
Orton reached down and locked his fingers in Brad's curly hair, before roughly shoving his thick 9 incher down the General Manager's throat. He gave Brad no time to breathe; immediately creating a fast rhythm of deep thrusts in and out of Brad's throat. Brad loudly gagged and cried for air, but Randy didn't care.
Brad wrapped his arms around Randy's slim waist as he felt the thick cock slide down his throat. He couldn't breathe whatsoever. With all of his might, he pushed Orton away, causing the thick cock to slip out of his mouth.
"Who the fuck do you think you are?!" Orton growled, grabbing Maddox by the neck and slamming his back against the wall. He then grabbed Brad's right leg and threw it over his shoulder before thrusting his spit-covered cock deep in Brad's loosened hole.
"FUCK!" Brad screamed in pain. He tried to adjust to Orton's large cock in his ass, but Orton immediately got to work; slowly pulling out his throbbing 9 incher, and violently thrusting back into his ass. Orton soon created a steady rhythm that was enough to turn the General Manager into a moaning, quivering mess.
"Take that dick!" Randy grunted through gritted teeth as he continued to thrust his cock into Brad's hole.
Brad's feeling of pain eventually subsided into pleasure as he felt Orton's cock hit his prostate. That was enough to send him over the edge.
"Fuck me Mr. Orton! Fuck me! Pound that ass!" Brad moaned out as he felt Randy push his leg off his shoulder. Orton then bent the General Manager over, and pressed his face into the wall as he quickened the pace of his thrusts.
Orton quickly grabbed Brad's tie and wrapped it around his neck before gently tugging on it, causing Brad to arch his back even more than before.
"You like that?!" Orton shouted out.
"I fucking lov-"
"Of course you love it! You're getting fucked by the Champion!" Orton interrupted once again, wildly slapping Maddox's ass, causing the round flesh to jiggle.
Brad reached back and parted his ass cheeks, allowing Randy to thrust deeper than ever into his amazing ass.
Orton knew he was going to erupt soon. There was nothing he could do to stop it. He began to pound Brad's ass into oblivion; thrusting his 9 incher deep and hard with all his energy. His breathing began to change into short deep breaths and grunts. After a few last thrusts, Orton lost control.
"Fuck!" Orton roared as he filled Brad's ass with all of his warm load. Once he felt his "viper" go flaccid, he slowly slid his cock out of Brad's hole, loving the way little droplets of his cum oozed out of the General Manager's ass and down his thick legs. He gave Brad one last slap on the ass, quickly slipped on his wrestling trunks, and quietly exited the closet.
Brad was left on the floor of the closet, desperately trying to salvage his discarded clothes. He slipped back into his pants and shoes, and put on his belt. The biggest issue though was his shirt, which was ripped to shreds and scattered on the floor of the closet. There was no way he could go back to Triple H's office without a shirt. What would everyone think? He honestly didn't care, but he had a reputation to uphold as the General Manager of Raw. He had no choice but to stay in the now sweaty closet, until the show was over.