;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;

Day of Event - February 17th 2013 (Day of Elimination Chamber)

;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;

The John Cena problem had finally been solved. For years now, John Cena was a giant migraine in the minds of the WWE Universe. With his darn happy-go-lucky attitude and his frequent transformations into Super-Cena, it was clear to see that John Cena was a major problem amongst the WWE roster.

The emphasis, being on 'was'. After defeating John Cena, Sheamus and Ryback all in one match, the Shield had accomplished what many deemed to be impossible. If the simple-minded never saw the Shield as a threat before, they sure as hell did now.

Now that their task was complete for now, their mission now was to celebrate. Celebrate the hard-fought win that was so rightfully theirs. Usually that would mean double teaming Seth, but the Dean and Roman had a little bit of difficulty trying to arrange that for now, considering that the former 'Tyler Black' was in the midst of a conversation with Paige.

"And you know what the worst bloody thing about her is?"

"What?" Seth asked with anticipation.

"I gave her a bloody beat down when the cameras were off, and she couldn't shut up about how I dragged her by the hair."

Seth almost felt like he was going to collapse in giggles. Summer Rae was such a Diva. She wouldn't have lasted ten seconds in the Indies.

Ambrose and Reigns just stared on, not really knowing how to feel. Seth acted just how they envisioned a majority of teenage girls to act. He giggled and he gossiped. His mannerisms were no different to the mannerisms of two adolescent females. No wonder Seth was looked at as the weaker member by the group by certain people.

Dean wasn't having a member of his group look effeminate while he and Roman just stand there and watch in horror as Seth giggled with Paige. What type of mortification would that bring to a group as intimidating as the Shield?

"Seth! Get over here!" Dean bellowed, with a face that could curdle milk.

Rollins caught note of Ambrose's glare, but didn't think too much of it. Dean was pissed most of the time anyway. "Just a second Dean."

"Now Rollins! Don't make me repeat myself." The tone was stern. Dangerously stern.

Seth was about to respond, but Paige tapped him on the shoulder. She assured him that she'd take matters into her own hands.

"Seth bloody said to hold on! I have respect for you Moxley, but we're in the middle of a conversation, and we're going to finish it, whether you want us to or not."

Dean was enraged, as was Roman. The audacity of this Diva was unbelievable. Then again, Paige was a former star of the Indies. All female Indy wrestlers were vocal at one stage or another in their lives.

Dean didn't like getting yelled at by people, however. It made him feel inferior. That angered him, and nobody liked seeing Dean when he would get angered.

Roman felt like he had to step in, or things would otherwise get messy. He saw an infuriated Dean once. Never had he seen so much chaos and mayhem in his life until that moment. "Don't worry Dean. I got this." Roman's attention then turned to Seth. "Rollins; get your scrawny ass here now or we don't fuck you for a week."

"What?!" Seth pouted. He loved the conversation he had with Paige, but he loved his sexcapades with Dean and Roman even more. "That's unfair!"

"Deal with it." Roman stated monotonously. He didn't show an ounce of emotion, making Seth all the more upset that he couldn't crack Roman.

An idea quickly popped into Paige's head. "Don't worry. I'll come with you." She would whisper in his ear. Seth nodded in response.

"Okay guys. Where are we going this time?"

"Same place we always go Seth." Dean replied. He had lost the anger he felt moments ago, now that Seth was obeying him.

"Meet me in the Shield's locker room." Seth whispered to the young lass from England, before leaving her temporarily to meet with the other two rising stars.

And so the three mysterious rogues went to their locker room. They all knew what was soon to come; the Shield went to their locker room to celebrate a hard fought victory after a PPV match. First it was at TLC, and now it's at Elimination Chamber.

"So…what's my punishment gonna be this time guys? Whipped? Ball gag? Handcuffs?" Seth didn't even bother hiding his enthusiasm just thinking about all of his possible punishments. They aroused him to no end. He liked it rough. He liked the wild aspect of sex. Sex would not be good quality sex in Seth's eyes unless the sex in question had at least one form of wildness in it. Dean and Roman both proved themselves to be the epitome of wild and rough.

"If you keep on talking, we'll leave you to the wolves." Dean glared directly at the enthusiastic member of his group. "The Shield are supposed to be a trio of intimidation. A trio who seeks to fix the injustice that has been produced in the WWE. What you are doing is devaluing the Shield. Do you know how bad that makes me and Roman look? Do you know what would happen if other members of the roster saw you gossiping to Paige and acting like a darn Diva? I don't think you do."

"Is that what you're both so angry about?" Seth asked sheepishly. "Look, I'm sorry. I didn't realise that you two were getting so pissed with me because I was talking to her. She's a cool girl though."

"Being cool is irrelevant." Roman stated. "She is not a member of the Shield. You cannot emotionally open yourself up to her or any other wrestler in the WWE and expect us to give you the respect that you yearn for."

"…I think she'd make a good addition to our group." That was all that Seth could think of as a retaliation.

"She may do, but she isn't currently a member. Until she's a member of the Shield, if she becomes a member of the Shield, we don't want you showing any type of emotion to her, or any other wrestler in the WWE. Do I make myself clear?"

"Yes Dean." Seth bowed his head down like a prepubescent school boy in trouble.

"Good. Now that we've addressed that situation, we can move onto the punishment." Dean smirked. He got hard just visualising Seth in the sick, twisted positions that ran vividly in his mind. "Strip. Then get on all fours. Legs spread apart. Hands behind your back. Me and Roman will do the rest."

And so, after stripping himself from all of his clothes, Seth got into position. After getting scolded for talking to somebody who wasn't Dean nor Roman, the Superstar with two-toned hair could feel more enthusiastic once he knew that he was about to receive the punishment he secretly desired.

He was in the infamous doggy style position. His fingers touched his back. His hole was wide open, and ready for the taking. Rollins was presented in a way that earned a husky growl of arousal from both Ambrose and Reigns.

Roman licked his lips, whilst Dean smirked at the tremendous sight before him. He didn't need to order Seth to stay still. He knew the desire that Seth possessed whenever he was sexually chastised.

There were an array of tools that would be appropriate in use for what the Shield were about to do to Seth. Dildos, cock rings, ball gags, handcuffs. Everything that a bondage fetishist could possibly dream about were all in the Shield's locker room (one had to wonder how a trio as rebellious as the Shield were even allowed their own private locker room in the first place, but that was another story for another day).

After not seeing nor feeling anything spectacular within the last few moments, Seth gradually grew bored of doing pretty much nothing. Were they jerking off. Was that all his punishment consisted off? It'd be a good punishment, considering how much he disliked it.

Then that all change, however. He felt a toy enter inside him. He liked feeling things inside of him (well for the most part anyway). Once said toy delved deeper inside of him, Rollins could get an identifiable grasp of what the toy was. It felt a lot like anal beads. Those multiple little balls penetrating his insides was a familiar feeling to the blonde. "Deeper." Seth moaned, but Seth didn't get what he wanted. The moment that the room became silent yet again was the moment that the anal beads got taken out.

"You don't get to have a part in your own punishment, Sethie." Ambrose grinned his maniacal grin. After Seth whined and complained, Dean decided to take further action. "You know, you're lucky we're keeping you in the group. If a Superstar or Diva were in your place, we would have given them to Hornswoggle. Tell me and Roman why we shouldn't do the same to you."

"Because I can be valuable to the group. I pinned Ryback tonight. Surely that means something."

"You did so with my help." Roman stated monotonously.

"Well…I can be a good cock sucker." Seth responded. He was just desperate to receive his punishment.

"So is Cena, but he's not in our group."

Silence filled the atmosphere, as Rollins had trouble thinking of any reply. It seemed that he would have to scrape the barrel in order to receive his punishment. "Please! I'll do anything! Just punish me! Just do anything to me!" Seth pleaded without a care in the world that he sounded like a total gutter slut.

"Anything?"

"Anything." Seth didn't know what he was getting himself into, but he didn't think about what consequences Dean had in mind for the moment being. He just wanted to get fucked.

Various little ideas ran through Ambrose's mind. Oh how he would have fun making the whole world know about Seth being his and Roman's little bitch. Alas, Dean could only go through with one of those ideas…for now anyways.

The first idea that popped into Dean's mind was the first that he would implement into Seth's punishment. Positioning himself in front of Seth, he was ready to dish out orders to the helpless man beneath him. "Get the bottoms off." Seth went to use his hands, but Dean slapped them away quicker than a hiccup. "I didn't say use your hands! Use your teeth!"

Seth was confused by that, but he would nonetheless try to follow his instructions. Moving as close as he could to the zipper, Rollins bit hard on it, and used all the strength he had to drag the zipper all the way to the bottom. It was a good thing that Dean went commando on this occasion.

And so, the cock of Dean Ambrose was whipped out for Seth to gaze at, momentarily, before he would sluttily suck on it.

Dean smirked, but he also moaned at the sensation of Seth's suctions. Seth was an oral expert. He would frequently take Dean all the way to the base, without gagging, whilst Roman cuffed his hands together. Rollins was a true oral expert, and that was evident now (if it wasn't evident before from all the encounters Seth has had with Dean).

This was what Rollins could get into! It almost killed him when nothing happened to him whilst his naked self was on all fours. When Seth was naked, it meant one of two things: he was showering, or he was having sex. In this case, it was the latter. Once Roman stripped himself from the black clothes, he rammed his exposed manhood inside the twitching hole of the blonde. The sex would now begin with a bang…literally.

Seth felt like such a slut at this moment in time. As he was getting spitroasted by Dean and Roman (for what felt like the tenth time), wanton thoughts rushed through his brain. He should have felt so ashamed for exposing his hole for his allies to fuck…but he didn't. He was content with being a satisfied slut.

The satisfaction that Seth, as well as the other members of the Shield, felt in numerous doses would suddenly vanish. A knock could be heard, but they ignored it. Another knock was ignored. A third knock was ignored. The seemingly endless knocks after that were not ignored. Through muttering and mumbling his annoyance, Roman opened the door.

"What do you want?"

"I'm here to join the party."

"There is no party, and you aren't invited."

"Well isn't that a shame? Looks like I'll have to gatecrash this little event then." Those words quickly became true, as the person in question barged past Roman and saw the action that transpired in front of them. "Well, I always knew that Seth sucked, but I never knew that was literal."

"Shut up, Paige." Dean growled. How the hell did a petite woman like her manage to burst past Roman anyway? "What the fuck are you doing here?"

"Like I told Roman, I'm here to join in."

It was in that moment that Reigns grabbed Paige. He was about to drag her out of the locker room, but Dean verbally stopped him. "Let go Roman." And he hesitantly did. "How do you exactly plan on joining in, Paige?"

"Isn't it obvious? I want to bang the little slut with you." It was surprising that she spoke so negatively of the man she was talking to less than an hour ago, but that seemed to be what Paige had just did.

"I guess this will be interesting." Dean said, after thinking Paige's suggestion through, the imagery running through his mind was appeared like it was good imagery. "There's a strap-on over there. Use it on the slut. Double team him with Roman."

"I knew there was a bloody good reason I liked you." Paige smirked, as she grabbed the black piece of plastic on display. "You better not mind sharing Roman, because I'm gonna get myself just as much of Seth's arse as you will."

"Whatever." Roman said through gritted teeth. He despised Paige. He didn't come from the Indies like Moxley, Black or Knight (known now as Dean, Seth and Paige). He didn't receive the chance to know Paige personally, but judging by her sardonic attitude, he didn't want to.

Both ravenettes would have to put their feelings for each other aside for the moment. Dean once again ordered for them to 'fill the slut' (in his words), and Dean didn't like repeating himself.

Paige and Roman eventually managed to simultaneously squeeze themselves inside the tautness of Seth's hole. It stung like a bitch, but pain only made the punishment more pleasurable. Yes. Seth was one of those sluts that got off of pain.

The agony that Rollins' pucker would have to tolerate not only brought satisfaction to the owner of the pucker, but to all parties involved. Paige and Roman were in euphoria when they felt the tightness clamp on their tools. Dean was in heaven when Seth's moans were muffled through his impressive girth. His gags sounded like music that would be considered an all-time classic to Dean's twisted ears.

Speaking of Ambrose, he was almost at the top of his limit. All that he could endure…wasted on just a blowjob. A perfect blowjob, but still one blowjob nonetheless. Once the blonde would deepthroat Dean's manhood (yet again), that was it. His limit had now been reached, and he would experience a mind-shattering ejaculation. Seth would feel tons of cum rush from Dean's piss-slit and into his mouth. He almost choked with how much semen there was inside his oral cavity.

As Dean unloaded his sperm inside of Seth, his mobile was heard ringing in his pocket. He really had no excuse not to pick it up, considering the phone could be grabbed in a swipe that would take a diminutive amount of seconds.

"Hello?"

"Dean. Where are you at?"

"The Shield's locker room. Why are you asking?"

"Because I want you in my locker room now."

"Now's not a good time."

"Well…the Shield are a little busy at the moment." Dean almost moaned at that point, once he felt Seth lick the tip of his dick clean.

"I don't care…wait, do you have Paige with you?"

"How could you guess?"

"Because I can hear her. Moaning. And swearing. With an English accent. Anyway, just get here as soon as possible…and bring Paige with you too."

"Fine. We'll see you soon."

"You better. My championship match is in about twenty minutes. If I don't get my dick sucked within then, your group will have hell to pay."

And then Punk hung up.

Thankfully, time was on his side. Roman also reached his limit, as his essence surged deep inside Seth's asshole. Paige was also feeling the effect of stamina kick in, as her thrusts evidently got slower and less impactful as time progressed.

"Roman, keep on punishing Seth. Use whatever you have to on him. Just don't kill him or send him into a coma. Paige, you're coming with me?"

"Where are we going?"

"To Punk."

"Typical. I totally knew you was sucking his dick."

"Do you want to go or do you want Roman to make you his bitch?"

"I'm nobody's bloody bitch, for your fucking information! I'm going anyway."

"Good. Then we're out of here."

It was a fortunate thing that Paige had clothes on. It saved valuable time. The wrestlers who formerly went by Jon Moxley and Britani Knight left the locker room, whilst Roman did as was instructed. Seth was just glad that he would feel the pleasure that Roman was sure to give to him.

.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.

I'm actually kind of proud, because this is probably the first chapter of BOBW that's gone over 3000 words for a while now. Plus the pairing's epic too!

Anyway, here's what's coming your way next:

~ CM Punk (Top)/Dean Ambrose (Versatile)/Paige (Bottom) (Requested by xLifeFullOfLaughterx)

~ CM Punk (Versatile)/Layla (Bottom)/The Rock (Versatile) (Requested by NateAKAMiniPunk)

~ Daniel Bryan (Bottom)/Justin Gabriel (Versatile)/Sheamus (Top)/Tamina Snuka (Top)/Tyson Kidd (Versatile) (Requested by KJ-Slashbug)

~ Alicia Fox (Versatile)/Justin Gabriel (Bottom)/Wade Barrett (Top) (Requested by miss wizard of oz)

~ Corey Graves (Top)/Jake Carter (Bottom)/Summer Rae (Versatile) (Requested by Enchanting Disaster)

~ AJ Lee (Versatile)/Daniel Bryan (Bottom)/Dolph Ziggler (Top) (Requested by MissConfused17)

~ Audrey Marie (Bottom)/Brad Maddox (Versatile)/Ted DiBiase (Top) (Requested by SEanimal)

~ Alberto Del Rio (Top)/Cody Rhodes (Versatile)/Kaitlyn (Bottom) (Requested by me)

~ Alex Riley (Bottom)/Cameron (Versatile)/Tensai (Top) (Requested by me)

As you can see, I've got a LOT of requests for now, so for the time being, no more requests will be accepted. Thank y'all.