Disclaimer: This is a fictional story involving bisexual sex between consenting adults. I am in no way suggesting that the characters involved, or the wrestlers who portray these characters, are gay or bisexual. They may be gay or bisexual, but I dunno that. I'm not intending to imply the true sexuality of the celebrities involved or any personal knowledge of their private lives. The characters involved are copyrighted by World Wrestling Entertainment and Vincent Kennedy McMahon.
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Day of Event - July 5th 2013
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"Punky…oh little wittle Punky pie. Time to wake up!" After seeing nothing but blackness, Punk would finally regain his vision. Towering above him were AJ Lee and Antonio Cesaro; both of whom Punk was very familiar with. "Yay! You finally woke up! Me and Anthony were waiting for you to wake up for your punishment. There's only so much snoring a person could possibly take before they wind up getting bored of waiting."
"Should I ask what little minor, completely irrelevant reason you have for holding me captive…" He did have his arms and legs tied, after all; "…or should I not bother?" Oh, and he was naked too. That was to be expected though, given who the female in the room was.
"You can ask, but I was going to tell you anyway." AJ skipped closer to him. Kneeling to the ground, her innocent, twisted pupils violated his. "You see, my boyfriend's changed. He's become all…all nice. He's become…friendly. I blame you."
"Why am I not surprised by that?" Punk said; as he sported his typically unimpressed face. "Your boyfriend takes a much needed break to heal his concussion, spends time away from his crazy chick girlfriend and whatever Big E. is, and becomes a decent person…yet you're blaming me for it? Okay. Whatever."
"I didn't ask you for your input!" The woman screeched. "I hated you before, Punky, but now I wish mental, physical, emotional and any other type of pain on you." Punk could feel the amount of rage increase, as it oozed out of her after each word that escaped her lips. "That's why I brought Cesaro here with me. Ziggee and Langston are too busy sparring with each other; so I just got the next best thing." AJ tilted her head towards the Swiss. "No offence, Anthony."
"It's Antonio. You're lucky you paid me well." The European scoffed, looking down at the captive below him. "You're also lucky you actually found a good enough piece of trash for a true American such as myself to establish my dominance over."
"I don't know whether you're trying to rile me up or to make me fucking howl in laughter, Anthony, because you're doing a damn good job of making me chuckle."
"You need to do a good job of shutting the fuck up."
"Make me. Hypocrite."
Antonio was about to incorporate a whole lot of violence, if it wasn't for the petite woman holding him back. He scowled down at her.
"Don't fall for it. Punk's just being a manipulative little troll and trying to play you. Don't stoop to his level." AJ said, looking up at Antonio. "Besides, you're my cuddly bodyguard for the time being. Remember?"
"Just a bodyguard. Don't think of this as being anything more than professional."
"Antonio!" Astonishment was etched on AJ's face. "I'm shocked at the suggestion! Of course this is professional! Look, you're a nice...attractive…strong…muscular…dominant…" AJ was running out of words, as she gazed over the pecs of the European, until he snapped her back into reality. "…but I just couldn't go out with you. I still love my Dolphie." AJ said, remembering Punk's presence in the room. "Oh, and please, do establish your dominance over Punky. Preferably at this moment in time. K thanks."
Antonio felt the need to tell this insolent little girl not to use slang around him. But he didn't. He remember the wad of cash he'd receive for carrying out this task. Plus Antonio really wanted to knock Punk down a peg or two. Now he had the chance to do just that.
The smug Swiss swaggered over to Punk; arrogance oozing out of Antonio with each step he took. Tugging his wrestling trunks down, and slinging them to the floor, Antonio would soon force his cock to dangle in Punk's face. All while smirking like the egotist that he was. What he wasn't aware of, was Punk's threat to his manhood.
"Shove that fucking thing in my mouth, and I will bite it off."
"You even contemplate doing that, and I can guarantee you, that you will have blood dripping from everywhere."
"Anthony! Stop!" AJ didn't want to intervene…but she just did. She wanted Punk to bleed and bleed for days, but her voice quickly took over. "Go inside his other hole. You can make him scream like a little cry baby girl that way. Do it! Do it!"
"Fine." Antonio said, looking down at Punk. "I'm going to enjoy hearing you cry like a little putain." Moving around the man tied up with rope that confined him from freedom. Holding his flaccid tool, Antonio would quickly harden it up with some swift strokes, before using his newly gained erection to penetrate Punk's pucker without any indication. He wanted to stun Punk. He wanted Punk to scream in shock.
But Antonio didn't get that at all. Not even a single quiet yelp. Punk's lips remained shut, despite all the pain he felt when Antonio intruded his hole. Did he want Antonio inside his ass? Heck no! Did he have a choice in the matter? No. There was no other alternative for Punk but to take it like a damn man. That was what he had to do.
Punk wouldn't give AJ the satisfaction of showing her fear or pain. She was a scheming witch who didn't deserve to receive such pleasure. In fact, instead of AJ getting inside Punk's head, Punk would make it his task to get inside AJ's head. When AJ dangled the lengthy black piece of plastic in front of Punk, she expected him to show defiance. She expected him to keep his lips shut, and to glare at the maniacal woman.
What she didn't expect would turn into a reality. AJ didn't expect Punk to stare lustfully into her eyes, as his tongue swirled around the rubber length…yet that was exactly what he did. Her eyes widened dramatically at the sight. "What are you doing?! You're not supposed to be eager! You're not supposed to like this!"
Slapping his tongue against the tip, the man smirked. For a woman who prided herself on intelligence, she certainly wasn't being that intelligent now. If she was, she might have been aware that Punk was toying with her mind. "Not supposed to like this? You made me like strap-ons…baby." The man said, throwing in a wink, as he rocked back against Antonio's rhythmic thrusts.
AJ was just in absolute astonishment. This wasn't going to plan! Where the hell did the plan state that Punk was supposed to fucking enjoy this?! This was supposed to make him suffer…to make him cry…not to bring out his inner fucking whore! AJ would have jumped away if she could…but Punk gripped onto the plastic with all his life. If AJ moved, the strap-on would break. The little female was forced to stand there; forced to watch her ex enthusiastically suck on the black dick attached to her waist.
Poor AJ was struggling…not that Antonio saw, or cared, for that matter. He was too busy smashing Punk's hole open. Antonio used all the strength he had to loosen Punk's pucker. His balls frequently and aggressively clapped against Punk's parted thighs.
Antonio callously thrusted in and out of Punk's stretched passage, not quite knowing that the man he was fucking had expressed enough faux joy to completely creep AJ out. All Antonio was concerned with was making sure to continue his merciless thrusts deep inside Punk's ass; determined to destroy it in the process.
Wrecking the American's hole, Antonio used brute force when plunging inside Punk. He often (if not always) went balls deep inside the older man. Grunts of dominance poured out of his mouth, each time Antonio would hit Punk's prostate.
As time progressed, Antonio would get more and more caught up in smashing Punk's behind. It got to a point where Antonio didn't see reality any more. All there was in his mind, was him, Punk and a white background. Nothing else. It came as a shock to him when AJ suddenly sent his dream-like vision spiralling obscurity, not to be seen again.
"Move, Tony! Move! Move! Move!" The petite woman barked. Antonio scowled at her in response.
"Who do you think you are, giving me orders?"
"I'm the Diva's Champion, Tony. And I'm the one paying for you to be of use, so GET TO IT!"
"You better stick to your word." Antonio said, slowly pulling out. He never stopped scowling at the fuming little lady.
"Don't worry, honey. Of course you have my word…and soon to have my money." AJ said, smiling at him, as she suddenly changed expressions. As Antonio pulled out, AJ went in. Punk would quickly feel a dick inside him...again.
Punk let out another moan of pleasure. Another false moan of pleasure. He was doing a good job of getting into AJ's head already; why stop now?
As AJ would swiftly delve in and out of Punk's hole, she soon realised that she alone would not be enough to emit the reaction she wanted out of Punk. That was where Antonio would come into play. Continuing her nimble thrusts, AJ looked behind at the Swiss. "Tony! Come on! Squeeze in! There's definitely some room for us."
Well, that was certainly quite an offer! One Antonio just couldn't refuse. The thought of Punk crying in agony was enough to stimulate him.
Antonio would quickly force his manhood inside Punk's stretched heat. Again, he would fuck Punk deep in the ass. The difference, now, being that Antonio would have to time his thrusts, so him and AJ could get an alternative rhythm going, as they pitilessly plunged deep inside his passage.
Whatever type of reaction AJ was hoping for…she still didn't get it. Instead of crying in pain, Punk continued to moan in pleasure (faux pleasure; not that AJ or Antonio were aware of this). Punk was a tough guy; he could take a lot. Even if these guys put their all into fucking him senseless (which seemed to be what they were doing), Punk would still prevail.
AJ and Antonio certainly didn't hold back. They may not have seen eye-to-eye, but they showed enough co-ordination to form a perfect rhythm. They thrusted alternatively, making sure one dick would hit Punk's sweet spot at a time. That definitely earned moans from Punk, but they were still moans of (fake) bliss, not moans of agony.
Even with all the hard work AJ and Antonio put into making Punk scream like a little girl, they still failed to gain a pained reaction. Punk still remained adamant in showing some fight. Their plan was failing, and it didn't look like it was going to succeed, considering how close Antonio was to climaxing.
The European stud could only thrust with AJ for a few further moments, before he could endure no more of Punk's hole. His essence would soon surge inside Punk's heat, filling it to the brim with his cum. AJ could just feel herself thrusting into Antonio's liquids. The amount of disappointment she had in him was almost unreal.
"ANTONIO! What the hell was that?!" The woman screeched. Antonio's ears were ringing at the volume of AJ's anger. "I paid you to do a good job! Not a bad one!"
"Buon lavoro? Buon lavoro? Antonio Cesaro è al di sopra donne folli come te. Non ho bisogno di vostro meschino feedback!" ("Good job? Good job? Antonio Cesaro is beyond crazy women like you. I do not need your petty feedback!")
"…All I caught from that was Antonio Cesaro and Antonio Cesaro, but I totes don't care. You can forget about me paying you!"
Before AJ and Antonio would really begin to clash, Punk interrupted them with a faux cough.
"As sweet as this lover's tiff is…I'd kinda appreciate it if I didn't watch you two quarrel over who's desperate enough for a couple of dollars. Untying me would be go a long way." Unfortunately for Punk, every word he said flew straight past AJ and Antonio, as they went back to arguing.
Sigh. Why did everything bad and crazy have to happen to Punk?
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Poor Punk just can't catch a break, can he? AJ screwed him last chapter, and here she is screwing him again in this chapter. ^_^
Here's what's coming your way next:
~ Michelle McCool (Bottom)/Sheamus (Versatile)/Undertaker (Versatile) (Requested by Rocsana)
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~ AJ Lee (Top)/CM Punk (Versatile)/Dolph Ziggler (Versatile)/Maria (Bottom) (Requested by Vixen With A Shotgun)
~ Brie Bella (Versatile)/Daniel Bryan (Bottom)/Kane (Top)/Sheamus (Top) (Requested by KJ-Slashbug)
~ Chris Jericho (Versatile)/Natalya (Bottom)/Zack Ryder (Top) (Requested by uppy goes puppy)
~ CM Punk (Top)/Curtis Axel (Bottom)/Lita (Versatile) (Requested by me)
~ Aksana (Bottom)/Jinder Mahal (Top)/Sheamus (Bottom) (Requested by me)
I'll take requests again in three chapters from now!