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Day of Event - October 23rd 2011 (Night of Vengeance)

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Stephanie McMahon was certainly somebody who wasn't in an enviable position. Having to deal with two men at each other's necks is stressful enough, but when one of those men just so happens to be your husband, the stress increases tenfold. Business before a pay-per-view was usually a headache for Stephanie to arranger, but in this case, Stephanie was dealing with a full-on migraine.

Thankfully, the heir to the McMahon dynasty (well, she was a far more likely option than her brother) was able to come up with a solution that would hopefully get Triple H and his tag team partner for the night, CM Punk, on the same page. Stephanie would manage to arrange a pre-match warm-up for their tag match, against Awesome Truth (consisting of The Miz and R-Truth).

It was a nightmare trying to arrange a schedule where Stephanie, Hunter and Punk were all free at the same time. It took for some re-scheduling and a lot of miracles, but Stephanie would finally get what she wanted: Punk and Hunter in an empty wrestling ring…with her in it also. Both men gave each other confused looks. They didn't know why they were here. All they knew was that it was urgent.

"So what gives, Steph? You still didn't tell me why we're here."

"You don't know?" Punk almost look flabbergasted when Hunter shook his head. "The man who's legally fucking the shit out of Vinnie's idiotic daughter doesn't know why we're here?"

"No, and you're lucky I've got some level of respect for you now, kid; otherwise, you'd be feeling my fist-"

"Don't finish that sentence, Hunt. Steph doesn't need to know how you fantasise on shoving that fist in my skinny fat ass."

"…Not what I was gonna say, Punk."

"Sure, and I'm a raging drug-addict slash alcoholic."

"You said it." Hunter smirked. Stephanie forced a faux cough, which caught the attention of both her husband and her husband's tag partner.

"I'm glad you're both getting along swell, but I want to prepare you both for your match later on tonight."

"Oh, you wanna prepare us, huh?" Hunter smirked. He usually had a good idea of what Stephanie meant whenever she used 'prepare' in a sentence. "I hear getting on your knees will help with that."

"In what feels like a once-in-a-lifetime moment, I actually agree with the hubby." Punk smirked also. Both men could feel their crotches hardening, just from visualising the dominant businesswoman on her knees.

Stephanie was the third and final person in the ring to smirk, but for an entirely different reason to what the men had in mind. "You know, for somebody who's supposed to know me inside and out, you don't have a clue what's in my mind…baby."

"Oh really? If you're not gonna suck it, then you're gonna get on all fours and show Punk what a glorious cunt I have all to myself. Am I right?"

"No…and you'd be surprised about having my vagina all to yourself." Stephanie smirked. She could see her husband's cheeks flare to a deep shade of red. "Relax honey. I'm only referring to Cena, Orton and Punk. Not the entire roster. Anyway, let me show you what I mean." Reaching for her pocket, Stephanie pulled out an object that was familiar to both men: a strap-on.

"What the heck?!" Hunter didn't look amused, although Punk sure did. "You find this funny?"

"Yep; I do, as a matter of fact. Your reaction is so definitely worth it." Punk grinned. "Besides, I'm not scared of a piece of plastic."

"Well, why don't we put that to the test?" Stephanie asked, with a smirk. "See, what I arranged was for me to help build your trust together, and to help push each other to the very limits and beyond. I want to see you both destroy Miz and R-Truth tonight, and I expect nothing less."

"So you think that a piece of plastic is gonna make a difference to me kicking some ass in the ring tonight?"

"If you'd like to put it that way, yes, I think it could."

Punk chuckled. "Christ, Steph. No wonder I called you idiotic."

"You can call me whatever you want, Punk. Just remember who the boss is around here."

"That'd be your dim-witted daddy."

"That would also be me, Punk. Like daddy, like daughter. I'm in charge around here. I have the power to make you or break you. I have the power to fire you on the very spot, if I wanted to."

"Try it. You say it as if I'm gonna crawl back."

"Because I know you will. We all know how quickly you came back after Vince gave you some cash." Stephanie's smirk got broader, after seeing Punk's reaction. He didn't look angry, but he sure as hell didn't look happy. "Now, just to save yourself from total embarrassment, you might wanna get on your knees and show Hunter how well you follow the DX motto."

"You got some nerve, Steph, you know that? What exactly do I get out of this again?"

"This is what you and Hunter get out of this, not just you." Punk looked unimpressed. "What? You're not a fan of teamwork? Luckily for you, and just because I'm feeling generous, I'll throw you in an extra pay rise…and an ice cream bar, just for you."

"Just for me? I was expecting you to say for every WWE fan…you know, like I specifically stated when I talked with daddy McMahon. Still, you're lucky I'm a sucker for an ice cream bar." Punk smirked. He looked at Hunter. "You know, sucking your dick may actually be beneficial to both of us, anyway. You may miraculously grow some brain cells once you end up cumming like a fucking fountain, and if that somehow happens, I may find you more respectable to be around."

"You really don't know when to shut up, do ya?" Hunter almost cracked a smirk. If Punk was trying to push his buttons, it wasn't working so brilliantly. After all the years he spent in the business, Hunter learned how to reduce his temper, so the urge to just lash out at people who annoyed him would dwindle over time. "As far as I know, blowjobs don't involve much talking."

"And the award for the most obvious comment goes to…" Punk would get on his knees, and swiftly tug Hunter's black trunks down to his ankles. "…Captain Obvious himself, Hunter Hearst Helmsley." Punk then made the bold, daring choice in engulfing the entire tool in one gulp. Punk succeeded, managing to take in each and every inch of Hunter's thick, floppy length.

Profanity flowed out of Hunter's mouth like fine wine, as he looked to see his ally for the night expertly bob up and down his rapidly hardening cock. For somebody who with such a rebellious personality, Hunter didn't quite imagine Punk to be a good cock-sucker. Thankfully, Punk had quickly blew Hunter's expectations away…literally.

"Is he doing good, honey?" Stephanie asked. She wanted to ask inquisitively, but how could she be inquisitive, when she knew the answer that her husband was going to give?

"Fucking. Phenomenal." Well, not quite word for word, but definitely along the same lines.

"I was thinking just as much. It's good that you're complimenting Punk now." Stephanie smiled, as she proceeded to strip CM Punk naked, sling his clothes to the mat and move him into position. The naked man was now on all fours: just where Stephanie wanted him. It would only be a matter of seconds before her strap-on would access his taut passage. Oh the joys of entering a small, clenching hole; even if Stephanie didn't have a phallus, she could sense how pleasurable it was to get a tight piece of ass.

"If he sucks dick like this, I may just have to give him compliments more often." Hunter smirked. Moans became more frequent the longer Punk spent bobbing up and down his large cock. Never before had Hunter expressed such joy upon the blissful sensation of somebody's nose nestling against his pubic hairs.

Even for a man in his forties, Hunter still had enough stamina to last for an impressive duration of time. Not even a great cock-sucker like Punk could make him cum so quickly. Hunter had received a lot of blowjobs in his time, and even though Punk was perhaps one of the best cock-suckers in the business, Hunter had learned quickly over time how to refrain from a mortifyingly quick climax.

Punk would have to give Hunter credit; he was lasting a lot longer than what Punk expected of him. Maybe the old guy still had something still left in him. Maybe Punk's expectations were too low; he did, after all, have some form of trouble visualising Hunter with an erection that wasn't due to Viagra. Punk would definitely be giving credit to Hunter alright…and Stephanie too.

Stephanie sure knew how to work a strap-on. Punk had gotten screwed by a McMahon in the past plenty of times, but not quite in this way. It was certainly a unique experience. Not something he was going to complain about. In fact, the experience was surprisingly pleasurable, especially when Stephanie would occasionally reach his prostate. An uncharacteristic string of satisfied muffled mews left his lips, whenever his sweet spot had been hit. Punk almost felt the need to climax. He could almost feel his member throb, but not before Hunter.

Hunter's dick pulsated wildly in his mouth. Punk could feel an ejaculation was near. Deepthroating one last time, Punk had done what Stephanie had asked of him: push Hunter to his limits and beyond. The amount of lewd language that had left Hunter's lips rather suddenly was almost unbelievable. It didn't amount to nothing, though. The obscene language that was released into the atmosphere as quickly as a hiccup had been an indication of Hunter's climax. Punk would take reach the base of Hunter's shaft once more, before the former received a mouth full of pearl white cum from the latter.

Spit or swallow? Spit…or swallow? Punk never had to think about such a question so quickly before. Punk ultimately chose the former over the latter, as the taste of Hunter's leavings had grown more pungent.

"Yanno, I expected you to swallow." Hunter smirked, looking down at the man who had just sucked him off.

"Me? Swallow another man's cum?. I knew I called you a doofus for a reason." Punk smirked back, as he felt Stephanie's pounding soon come to an end. The man's gaze shifted from Hunter to Hunter's wife. "What's the matter, Stephy? Couldn't keep up?"

"Oh, quite the contrary." Stephanie had now withdrew the entire strap-on from Punk's slackened heat. "I thought I'd give you a break, and allow you to switch positions with my husband."

Hunter looked unimpressed. "Say what now?"

"Oh, did you expect this to be all about you?" Stephanie conveyed a look of faux shock. "Come on honey; this is supposed to be about you and Punk. It's like you didn't listen to a word that came out of my mouth."

That was true. Hunter was more concerned of what would come out of his penis more than what came out of his wife's mouth. "Your point is?"

"Good ol' Steph's point is: less yapping, more sucking. Well it isn't, but I don't really care."

"Shut up, Punk." Hunter would slowly sink to his knees, and hesitantly take in the head of Punk's flaccid length, sucking only on that part of Punk's manhood.

Little moans would stealthily escape Punk's oral passage. He felt teased. He may not have been able to stop the moans from getting reeled out of his mouth, but that didn't mean he liked the teasing that was going on. He wanted Hunter to unleash his true oral skills, and bob like he had never bobbed his head before…not this timid shit he was currently doing.

Thankfully, it seemed that upon Stephanie's access into his diminutive heat, Hunter had finally turned things up a notch. He was more or less forced to take in the entire meaty length that belonged to Punk.

Now Punk began to willingly accept the moans that would depart from his mouth. Punk knew that Hunter had some oral skills; he just wasn't utilising them correctly. After the timid actions that went on for far too long, Hunter was finally getting down to business, deepthroating all of Punk's proud erection.

For such a dominant man, Hunter wasn't used to being placed in such a position. He had rarely ever allowed somebody to enter him, and he had rarely ever performed fellatio to another man. This was one of those uncommon moments where Hunter would actually have to act submissively.

Slowly getting himself into the swing of things, Hunter gradually bucked back against Stephanie's thrusting waist, as he would suck and slurp on Punk's dick with more zest. He wasn't used to this position, by any means, but that didn't mean he wasn't good at it. His holes had brought a lot of joy to both Punk and Stephanie. Punk moaned because of how accommodative Hunter's mouth was, whilst Stephanie moaned because of how tight her spouse's heat was.

Hitting Hunter's prostate was harder than hitting Punk's. Punk, although tight, was looser than Hunter. Stephanie would feel pleasure before, from loosening Punk up…but loosening her husband opened an entirely new world of paradise for her to relish in.

To Stephanie's surprise, her husband would react far more positively than she could have possibly imagined. Instead of whining and complaining as she fucked him, Hunter moaned. The moans may have been muffled. The moans may have not been as uncharacteristically shrill as Punk's, but Stephanie knew those moans were of pleasure.

And sure enough, those moans were of pleasure. Hunter eventually found himself enjoying this. He enjoyed sucking Punk's dick. He enjoyed getting fucked by his wife. Maybe it was because she found his prostate, but whatever the reason, Hunter would make that definite transition from dominant man to submissive slut. It was a heck of a good thing Punk had already gone through the same transition, so Punk wouldn't have any room to bring that up without sounding hypocritical.

Speaking of CM Punk, it was soon his turn to feel white take control. He would have a white out, so to speak. White would take control of Punk's sight, once Hunter's nose would rub against Punk's pubes that one last time. White would shoot out of Punk's piss-slit, and fill Hunter's mouth. A single, drawn-out moan was the only indication Punk gave out, before the barrage of white flooded Hunter's mouth.

Like Punk, Hunter decided to spit rather than to swallow. Swallowing Punk's load would essentially be swallowing his pride away, and Hunter certainly couldn't afford to do that.

Upon seeing Hunter spit the essence out of his mouth, Stephanie took that as her cue to stop thrusting. Slowly, she pulled out, until all of the plastic had been removed from her husband's hole. Looking at the duo of naked men, Stephanie smirked. "Punk; Paul. I'd like to thank you both for allowing me to warm you two up. Now I have no reason to see why you both can't destroy The Miz and R-Truth with the greatest of ease. Even though I'm an unbiased businesswoman, I think I can safely speak on behalf of a majority of the WWE roster, and say how much I want you to beat sense into the thick skulls of Awesome Truth. If you do…I may let you both have a slice of this queen pussy." Bidding her goodbyes to the two men, Stephanie would strut to the back without a care in the world.

Her husband and CM Punk had both been put through a lot of chaotic occurrences, over the past few months. Tonight, both of them deserved vengeance, and vengeance was what both men would plan on getting.

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