"Triple H would like to see you in his suite." Stephanie McMahon stated as he entered Brad's room.
"This late? It's almost 3am!" Brad responded.
Stephanie rolled her eyes. "It's serious business that my husband would like to discuss with you." She replied, sounding irritated.
"Well, if it's what the boss wants, then alright. Just give me a few minutes to get dressed." Brad said.
"Don't worry about getting changed, Hunter doesn't mind it at all. You all wrestle half naked in front of millions of fans anyway. It's no big deal." Stephanie said, attempting to sound sincere.
Brad laughed nervously. "Alright." He grabbed a pair of skin tight jeans to slip on before following Stephanie out of his room. He still didn't feel comfortable being almost completely naked in front of his boss. Especially if they're going to be discussing some serious business.
"His suite's on the top floor. You'll know which room he's in once you get there." Stephanie said as they approached the elevator.
"You're not coming? I thought you said this was serious business!" Brad replied.
"I'm actually in a hurry to catch a flight to the next city where we're taping Smackdown. Hunter sent me to grab you before I left." Stephanie stated.
Once the two entered the elevator, they continued some very light chitchat while the elevator took them to the top floor of the large hotel.
Brad stepped out of the elevator to face Stephanie.
"Have fun!" Stephanie cooed, winking.
Before Brad could respond, the large, stainless-steel doors of the elevator closed.
"What did she mean by that?" Brad wondered. He looked to his left down the hallway, trying to figure out where the COO of the WWE was located.
"She said I would know where he was..." Brad muttered to himself as he walked down the hallway. "What the hell did she mean by that?"
After passing a few rooms, Brad thought he would never find his boss' suite. When he passed the third room down the hallway, he couldn't help but notice the sound of moans nearby. He took some steps back and noticed the door to this third room was slightly ajar. Brad grabbed the doorknob and gently opened the door to let himself in.
On the other side of this door was Triple H himself; pounding hard into a moaning, screaming Cody Rhodes, who was bent over a small coffee table. Upon seeing Brad standing in the doorway of his suite, Triple H pulled his throbbing 9.5 inch cock out of Cody's tight hole before shoving the second generation superstar down on the floor.
"That's all the time we have for tonight, Cody. I'll be in touch about your new gimmick. I think it sounds alright. We'll discuss how to add you to the match card for next week's live event. Now get out." Triple H stated, sounding as professional as always.
Cody scrambled to grab his clothes before rushing out of his boss' suite and closing the door behind him.
"Good to see you, Brad. Come, have a seat."
Brad made his way to the large couch that took most of the space on the right wing of the suite. He looked over at the coffee table that just a few minutes ago, Cody Rhodes was bent over getting fucked by his boss. He felt uncomfortable, wearing just his tight skinny jeans and no shirt. He watched as Triple H walked over to the left wing of the suite to slip on a pair of sweatpants and a black tanktop that clung to his chest like a second skin. He then returned to the living room to take a seat across from Brad on a recliner chair.
"Brad, I know it's really late, but I needed to discuss your future with the WWE. It's been weighing heavy on my mind."
Brad gulped. This couldn't be good. "My future?"
"As you know, we're making plans to relieve Vickie Guerrero of her duties as General Manager of Smackdown, and I've decided we're going to have to do the same with you."
Brad's heart dropped. He could feel his power and position with The Authority ooze from his body like sweat.
"On the next live taping of Monday Night Raw, you're going to be included in the opening segment along with myself and Stephanie. She's going to fire you, and Kane is going to come out to give you a chokeslam, and a tombstone piledriver. This will officially write you off WWE TV."
Brad was overcome with pure sadness. He wanted to cry more than anything. "I can't believe I'm losing my job." He covered his face with his hands.
"Brad, just because you're fired from being General Manager of Raw doesn't mean you're being released from your contract. You're still under contract as a wrestler. You'll still be on the road with the roster once we find the right time to bring you back as a Superstar." Triple H walked over and took a seat next to Brad on the couch. "I know you're upset. But I have a plan for you that will definitely change your mood."
"What is it?" Brad asked, still trying to hold back tears.
"Well, Myself, along with the rest of the guys' roster are aware of your 'talents,' which have helped seal many deals around here." Triple H said. He began digging in the pockets of his sweatpants before pulling out a folded sheet of paper and a pen. He unfolded the paper to reveal a list of all the superstars on the roster.
"Take this paper and pen, and check off three guys you would like in here right now to have your way with. They've all been informed of this and they'll do anything you want." Triple H winked, handing over the list of the roster to Brad.
Brad instantly felt his cock starting to harden at the thought of having a lust-filled night with 3 WWE Superstars of his choosing. He grabbed the pen and checked three names off rather quickly before handing the paper back to the COO.
"Nice picks!" Triple H snickered. He walked over to the hotel phone that was located near his large king sized bed and dialed the numbers of the three guys Brad chose. After making the last phone call, Triple H returned to the living room and took a seat back on the couch and waited for Brad's three suitors to arrive. "Are you excited?"
Brad grabbed at his dick through his tight skinny jeans. "Yeah, I can't wait to get filled up again, if you know what I mean."
"Oh I know what you mean.." Triple H winked back. The room was quiet for a few more minutes until a discreet knock could be heard from the other side of the door.
"That's my cue!" Triple H laughed, jogging over to his bedroom to grab his luggage before slipping into a pair of shoes. "I don't know if Stephanie informed you when she brought you up here, but I'm supposed to be catching a flight with her to our next Smackdown taping. You have the suite all to yourself to do whatever you want. All that I ask is that you rowdy boys leave some hot mementos behind when you're all done." Triple H shot Brad one last wink before heading for the door to leave, and to let Brad's guests in as well.
"Hello boys. I'm glad you could make it!" Brad smiled as Randy Orton, Roman Reigns, and John Cena all entered the large suite.
"I'm sure I can speak for us three when I say we're glad you invited us." Cena replied, smiling.
Randy closed the door and turned the lock before speaking. "I guess you couldn't get enough of me, is that right?"
Brad licked his lips. "Well, if I'm getting fired from being GM, I figured I use my last ounce of power to choose the three hottest guys on the roster to do whatever I want for the night."
Brad had different reasons for requesting these three men. Randy Orton fucked him back in March, before Wrestlemania after Brad agreed to give Daniel Bryan a spot in the WWE World Heavyweight Championship match. Brad wanted Roman Reigns after he watched him and his former Shield 'brothers' fuck Dolph Ziggler in his office. And Brad's reasons for wanting a shot at Cena were pretty self-explanatory. John Cena has the biggest reputation when it comes to being in the bedroom, and that ass of his is legendary. Brad wanted to get started as soon as possible.
"Let's get started, shall we?" Brad smiled as he unbuttoned his skinny jeans and tugged them down his thick thighs to his ankles, leaving him in a tight pair of white briefs.
The three men were on Brad like a drug they all craved. Three pairs of large hands exploring the younger man's body; grabbing at his chest, rubbing over his hardening bulge, grabbing at his juicy bubble butt. Brad soon felt himself being picked up by Roman and being carried over to the large king-sized bed that occupied the left wing of the suite. The Samoan tossed Brad on the bed as if they were wrestling in the ring. Orton and Cena quickly followed.
Before Cena could get in on the action, he felt a familiar pair of hands grabbing him by his shaved head and roughly bending him over the bed. Randy make quick work of his jeans before tugging Cena's sweatpants down to his ankles as well. With Randy wearing no underwear under his jeans, he wasted no time grinding his thick 9 inch cock against Cena's legendary bubble butt.
"Fuck..." Cena began to moan out as he watched Roman Reigns pin Brad down on the bed as he straddled the newly fired superstar's face. Roman slipped his thick 10 inches out of his boxers before shoving it in Maddox's mouth and thrusting hard down his throat. Brad loudly gagged from the intrusion as he felt the extremely large dick slide down his throat. He placed his hands on the Samoan's sculpted ass and squeezed every time he felt the 10 inch cock being shoved down his throat.
At the edge of the bed, Orton practically ripped Cena's red boxer briefs to shreds as he feverishly forced them down his former lover's thick legs. Orton then dropped down to his knees and wasted no time in shoving his face in Cena's bubble butt; his tongue instantly slithering around the tight hole of Cena.
"Fuck yeah!" Cena shouted out as he felt Orton's tongue for the first time in years. He began to expertly gyrate his hips in Orton's face; granting Orton even more access into his willing hole.
Reigns now had Brad on all fours where he was face to face with Cena. Brad and Cena immediately began kissing, pressing their soft lips together and allowing their wet tongues to wrestle for dominance while Brad began to feel Reigns slapping his heavy 10 inch dick against his round ass. Roman loved the way Brad's ass jiggled every time he slapped his dick against it. He allowed a long trail of spit to escape his lips and fall down Brad's ass crack, quickly covering his tight pink hole. Roman then gently guided the head of his 10 incher into the former General Manager's hole, feeling Brad's ass cheeks clench upon entry.
"Ohh…..shit…." Brad moaned into Cena's mouth as he felt the huge dick slide inside of him. Orton followed Reigns' lead and roughly shoved his 9 inch cock into Cena's legendary ass; loving the familiar sensation of being inside Cena again.
"Is he big?" Cena breathed out to Brad.
"Fuck yeah…." Brad breathed back as he felt Roman's hips meet his ass.
Randy began with really quick thrusts into Cena's ass; filling the room with the sound of skin slapping skin. Cena and Maddox continued to passionately kiss while Roman began to pick up the pace of his thrusts into Brad's ass. Every thrust Roman made took a bit of air from Brad's lungs. And he loved it. Roman reached forward and tugged on Brad's hair; causing Brad to arch his back, and allow Roman to thrust even deeper into Brad's hole.
Orton pulled out of Cena and climbed on the bed; lying next to Reigns and Brad. Cena instantly got the hint and straddled his former lover's waist before slipping Randy's 9 inch dick back inside his ass. Cena got to work; grinding and jiggling his ass like a pro, allowing Randy's dick to stab repeatedly at his prostate. "Fuck yeah! That dick!" Cena shouted out as he grabbed at Randy's pecs.
"Ride that dick!" Orton moaned back as the two began to kiss.
Brad looked over to watch Orton and Cena's action as he continue to lose his breath from Reigns' deep thrusts. He soon got an idea that would please everyone. He looked back at Roman before speaking. "I want you to fuck Johnny Boy right now. Stretch his hole..." Brad breathed out before reaching over and giving Cena's ass a hard slap. He could hear Cena groan from the impact.
Roman didn't bother to respond. He simply growled his agreement with Brad's demand and pulled his 10 incher out of Brad's ass before crawling in front of Cena's jiggling ass. Roman roughly grabbed Cena's hips, causing him to freeze in place. He then began to push his thick 10 inch cock into Cena's legendary ass.
"FUCK!" Cena shouted out from the harsh pain as he felt his hole being stretched to accommodate the large cocks in his round ass. He began panting, desperately trying to catch his breath.
This was everything Brad wanted and more. There he was, the legendary John Cena being fucked by two huge cocks at the same time! Brad didn't even care that he wasn't getting fucked at the moment. But he still wanted some of the action. He crawled over to Randy and straddled his face, giving Randy the hint to slide his long tongue into Brad's hole.
"Oh fuck…. Fuck yeah…." Brad moaned out as he watched Cena get pounded by the two thick cocks of Randy Orton and Roman Reigns. All four men were sweating from all of the action, and were all close to blowing their loads.
With Brad still sitting on Randy's face, Randy took it upon himself to replace his tongue with two of his slender fingers, loving how easily they slipped into Brad's loosened hole. Brad feverishly jerked his cock, and lost control after a few thrusts of Randy's fingers.
"FUCK!" Brad shot load after load of creamy cum all over Randy's chest as he climbed off of Randy's face. He climbed off the bed and turned his attention to Roman, who felt Randy pull his cock out of Cena, giving Roman the opportunity to finally fuck Cena's legendary ass alone. He pounded deep inside Cena with all of his might. Cena couldn't stop shouting from the combination of pain and pleasure he was receiving.
Brad grabbed ahold of Roman's hips before parting the Samoan's large asscheeks. He shoved his face in Roman's ass, darting his tongue into the Samoan's ultra-tight hole.
Roman felt a jolt of pleasure from Brad's tongue, causing him to cum deep inside Cena, as if it were on command. "SHIT!"
As Cena began to feel the warm sensation of Roman's cum inside him, he lost his load as well; spewing long ropes of creamy cum all over the bed sheets.
Roman pulled out of Cena and lay limp on the edge of the bed next to Brad; the two of them kissing.
All that was left to blow his load was Orton. He grabbed Cena and tossed him around until he was once again on all fours. He then slid his throbbing 9 inch cock back into Cena's loose ass; loving the feeling of Roman's load inside. All Orton needed was a few deep thrusts into his former lover's ass before exploding inside. "I'M CUMMING!"
All four men now lay completely exhausted on the king-sized bed, completely covered in sweat and cum. They watched as the morning sun filled the suite with a bright orange glow.
"Did this night make up you getting fired from being GM?" Orton asked Brad, panting.
"Definitely. I'm still in WWE, and that's all that matters." Brad replied. "When Creative brings me back, we're going to have to have a repeat of this. You three were just what I needed."
*That's it! The last chapter to this series. I really hope you all post reviews of what you thought of this last chapter and the series overall. I would love that.
Also, keep on the lookout for a new series starting up soon from me! I promise this new series will be just as enjoyable! :)
Once again thank you all for so much support through this series. This is the first series that I actually finished, so I appreciate you all telling me how much you wanted me to finish it. 3*