It had been about a month since Brad's encounter with both Daniel Bryan and Randy Orton, and a lot had changed since that day. Daniel Bryan was successful in his hunt for the WWE World Heavyweight Championship, the recent reunion of Evolution, other new champions crowned, new feuds, and an overall new WWE. Sadly, Brad wasn't being used on Raw and Smackdown as often as before Wrestlemania. It didn't upset Brad though, he knew as long as he still had a job, he was going to be well taken care of.

Another fantastic live recording of Monday Night Raw had wrapped up, and all of the superstars and divas were packing up and getting ready to head back to the nearby hotel completely reserved for the entire roster to utilize for the rest of the week until they had to once again travel to the next city. It was the usual perks to being a WWE employee.

As Brad arrived at the discrete, yet stunning hotel, he noticed a small group of fans waiting outside the main doors of the lobby; waiting on their favorite superstars and divas to arrive. Brad entered the hotel and quickly slipped into an elevator to take him to the 7th floor.

With a small gymbag slung over his shoulder, Brad made his way to his room. However, he soon noticed that his door was slightly open. Who could have broken in his room?

Brad reluctantly entered his room, and noticed nothing out of the ordinary. The room wasn't trashed, and nothing was missing. Brad scoped the room for another minute before closing his door and setting his travel bag on the floor. He walked to the far left side of the large, open hotel room where his bed was located. He then noticed two small gift boxes placed neatly on the edge of the bed.

"What the hell is this?" Brad murmured to himself. He grabbed the first box, adorned with a red bow, and gently lifted the top off. He reached inside and pulled out its contents. A pair of red wrestling trunks with a design that Brad knew too well. Still puzzled, he grabbed the other box, that had a green bow on top, and opened it. He pulled out a pair of grey trunks with orange designs that he once again knew too well. Before Brad could make another movement, he heard the door to his bathroom open, along with a thick cloud of steam, as a familiar face appeared.

"You have an amazing shower, lad!" Through the steam stood Sheamus, who was glistening from the steamy water of the shower. A towel was tightly wrapped around his waist as he spoke.

"What are you doing here?" Brad asked. He looked down at the red trunks in his left hand. If Sheamus was in his room, then the owner of the red trunks must be somewhere nearby too!

"I told you he would show up." The sound of the thick British accent went straight to Brad's groin as he watched Wade Barrett emerge from one of the large closets near the main entrance. Like Sheamus, Wade was wearing next to nothing in a tight pair of black briefs, that were doing nothing to hide the hardening bulge between his thighs.

"What's going on?" Brad asked once again, feeling confused, and extremely aroused as he watched the two men standing completely naked before him. "I mean, I'm not complaining, but this is all so unexpected!"

Brad licked his lips as Wade groped his bulging briefs before speaking. "Well, Mr. Maddox, as you know, Sheamus was crowned the new United States Champion last week on Raw. And I recently won the Intercontinental Championship at Extreme Rules. We've been hearing around the locker room that you convinced Triple H that it would be 'best for business' if we had some gold around our waists. We wanted to show our appreciation by giving you a pair of our trunks."

"They're pretty sweaty. We both wore them tonight for Raw. We figured you'd like it." Sheamus stated, smiling as he whipped away the towel from his waist, revealing his thick, hard 8 inch cock.

Brad immediately pressed both pairs of the mens' wrestling trunks into his face before breathing in the satisfying smell of two of the many sexy men on the WWE roster. The sweaty smell sent vibrations down to his hardening cock, as the tight dress pants he was wearing was becoming too much for his cock to handle. He soon felt strong pairs of hands roam his body; quickly unbuttoning his grey vest. Wade worked on unbuttoning his shirt, while Sheamus expertly undid his belt and unbuttoned his dress pants before unzipping them; allowing the tight pants to fall to his thighs. Sheamus was immediately drawn to the legendary ass of the Raw General Manager. It turned him on that Brad didn't bother to put on underwear. He got on his knees and placed his large hands on both perfectly round cheeks.

"Fuck! The guys in the locker room weren't lying about this ass you got, lad!" Sheamus breathed out, giving Brad's ass a gentle smack, loving the way the soft flesh jiggled upon impact. He then turned his attention to Brad's tight pants, that were still tight around Brad's thick thighs. He roughly jerked the fabric down to his ankles; helping Brad step out of his shoes and socks.

Wade was placing soft kisses along the General Manager's neck, slowly working his way down to Brad's lightly haired chest. He stuck his tongue out and gently flicked at a nipple, loving the low moans of approval that were escaping Brad's lips. After a few minutes of this, and all three men completely undressed, Wade and Sheamus both came to the conclusion to finally start this wild night.

Sheamus stood up and roughly grabbed Brad by his hair before throwing him onto the large bed. Out of instinct, Brad scrambled into his favorite position; on all fours, with his face buried into the sheets of the bed, leaving his juicy ass in the air for the two men to admire.

"Little lad's ready! Isn't he?" Sheamus laughed as he climbed on the bed to get a closer look at the younger man's butt.

"He sure is." Barrett replied, smirking. "How 'bout we give him what he wants?" He too climbed on the bed and placed his large hands on Brad's bubble butt, before spreading the cheeks; revealing Brad's tight, pink hole. "Get in there, mate." Barrett ordered.

Without hesitation, Sheamus shoved his face deep into Brad's ass, while Barrett still parted the cheeks. Barrett maneuvered a bit so that his thick 9 inch cock was pressing against Brad's head. With both men on either end of the General Manager, Brad couldn't hold in his excitement. Brad soon got the hint and began jerking at Wade's thick cock before sliding the hard dick into his mouth. Wade threw his head back as he released a low groan of pleasure as he felt Brad sucking his cock at a steady rhythm. Sheamus continued to dart his wet tongue into Brad's tight hole, loving the sweet taste of his General Manager's ass.

Brad couldn't have been happier. He loved the feeling of Sheamus' rough bread against his smooth ass as he gave Wade the blowjob of his life. Wade was clearly enjoying himself as he watched Brad move his mouth up and down his cock with ease. He was truly impressed.

Brad soon felt Sheamus remove his face from his enticing ass. He then began to feel the Irishman slap his thick 8 incher against Brad's ass. Brad began to slowly wiggle his ass in anticipation for what was to come.

"You better fuck him good, mate. We owe him. Let's show him how men in the UK can fuck, yeah?" Wade stated.

"Fuck yeah, lad!" Sheamus shouted. The two leaned over Brad's curled up body to share a quick kiss before Sheamus slowly slid his thick cock into Brad's spit-covered hole. "Fuck…" Sheamus moaned.

Wade ran his fingers through Brad hair, as Brad turned his attention to the large balls of the Englishman.

"Yeah, mate! suck those balls!" Wade moaned out.

Sheamus placed both of his large hands on either side of Brad's slim waist as he picked up the pace of his thrusts into Brad's ass. All the while, Brad continued to moan his heart out. He hadn't had dick in over a month, and he was definitely craving it. He spat out Wade's balls and looked back at the Irishman, who was glistening with sweat from the constant thrusting in and out of Brad's ass.

"Fuck yeah! Fuck me good! Give me what I want!" Brad shouted at Sheamus, who replied with a hard slap across Brad's ass.

"You want us to give you what you want?" Wade asked, with a raised eyebrow.

Brad turned his attention back to the Englishman, and looked up at him with large eyes of innocence. "Yeah...Give me…what I want..." Brad breathed out in between thrusts.

"What do you want, mate?" Wade asked.

Brad wrapped his arms around Wade's waist before grabbing at Wade's pert ass. "I wanna eat that ass..." Brad breathed out.

"Fuck yeah that's the spirit, mate! You're such a slutty little lad!" Sheamus shouted out, crashing his large hand across Brad's ass once again. "You heard the lad, give him that arse!"

"You don't have to tell me twice, mate!" Wade laughed as he spun around, turning his back to the two men, and showing off his little bubble butt.

"Fuck…" Brad grabbed at Barrett's lightly haired ass before parting the cheeks and gently gliding his tongue against the extremely tight hole. Barrett's body shivered from the contact, and he immediately buried his face in the pillows of the bed to contain his low grunts of approval.

"You like that, mate?" Sheamus asked Wade as he began to slow down his thrusts into Brad's ass.

"Fuck yeah!" Wade moaned out.

"You wanna try something else that's new?" Sheamus asked.

Brad removed his face from Barrett's ass and gave him a hard spank before turning back to Sheamus and roughly wiggling and gyrating his hips against Sheamus' cock, loving the feeling of taking control, and fucking himself on the thick cock.

"Fuck Lad! Slow down, fella!" Sheamus laughed as he gave Brad's ass a light spank before slipping his still-throbbing cock out of Brad's loosened hole. "Barrett, get over here and get some of this ass. Little lad's not playing around!"

Sheamus climbed off the bed and allowed Barrett to take his place; watching him slide his throbbing, 9 inch dick into Brad's juicy bubble butt. When Barrett had all 9 inches deep in the General Manager's willing hole, Sheamus took his opportunity to slide his 8 inch cock into Wade's ass!

"FUCK!" Barrett shouted as he threw his head back. The feeling of Brad's amazing ass, and feeling the Irishman's thick cock at the same time drove him wild. He reached forward and grabbed Brad's hair, causing the General Manager to arch his back even more than before. Wade then began thrusting violently into Brad's ass; pounding deep and hard. While he thrusted into Brad, he felt Sheamus' thick cock sliding in and out of his tight ass. Whenever he pulled out of Brad, Sheamus thrusted into him. Wade could get used to being a slutty bottom. Maybe he could get Brad to give him some pointers when all of this was over.

"Fuck, I'm getting close!" Wade shouted as he pulled out of Brad's amazing ass. Brad instantly hopped off the bed and dropped down to his knees as he watched Wade tower over him; violently jerking his glistening 9 inch dick.

Sheamus dropped to his knees behind Wade; grabbing at his ass before sliding a finger down the crack of the Englishman's ass and pushing in. Wade moaned out sluttily, grabbing ahold of Brad's hair and increasing the pace of his jerking. "FUCK!" Wade grunted out as he erupted all over Brad's face. Spurt after spurt of white cum smeared all over the General Manager's face. Small droplets of cum rolled off his chin and dripped over his chest. Before Brad could get a real taste of the cum that was all over his face, he felt the large hands of Sheamus jerk his head in his direction before giving Brad his own eruption of creamy cum. Sheamus' cum landed all over Brad's chest and abs. Brad couldn't stop smiling as he licked around his face and licked up some of the cum on his chest, loving the addictive, creamy taste.

"You can keep the trunks." Wade winked as the two gathered their clothes and made their way out of the room. "You can expect some more visits from us in the future, mate."

With the two men gone, Brad was left sitting on the floor, completely covered in cum. "This is why I LOVE my job. I can't wait for tomorrow!" Brad said to himself as he stood up and made his way to the bathroom to get cleaned up. Before he could close the bathroom door, he heard a knock at the door. He scrambled to grab a towel and wipe as much cum off of his face before slipping on a pair of briefs and answering the door. "Can I help you?" He asked as a man entered the room.