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Day of Event - July 24th 2013
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"Look, Summer. Come to my office and you can beg to me about getting a push when you're ready."
"I am NOT begging you for a push! I am just stating why I deserve one over Emma. And where exactly is your office?"
"My office? The place I'm in right now? Should be next to Dusty's office…I think."
"Whatever." Summer said, ending up the conversation, as she pressed the power button on her phone, turning it off, and saving herself from any further idiocy that may worm its way into her precious earlobes. What a darn prima donna. Brad's had to deal with whiners like that throughout the night. Summer Rae…Jake Carter…Sylvester Lefort…even Aksana, funnily enough, who wasn't even on the NXT roster. As Brad questioned why he was so popular with everybody tonight, he could hear somebody knock on his door. Probably another whiner. "Come on in!" He shouted, as the knocker would enter his office. Thankfully, Brad suddenly felt a lot better. "Ah. My favourite male model. What could I do for you, Mr. Breeze?"
"First, take a picture. I need to remind all my adoring fans why they adore me so much." The blonde narcissist said, passing his mobile phone to Brad. As Brad would quickly learn how to use Tyler's device, the model was breathing deep, preparing himself for his regular beauty shot. "Are you ready?" Tyler whispered.
"As ready as I'll ever be." Brad said, trying to find the best angle possible for Tyler. At that moment, Tyler would strike one of his model-esque poses. Both of his palms made sensual contact with his head, as the model pouted for the camera.
"Beautiful, Tyler! Just…beautiful!" Brad proclaimed in utter glee, joyfully snapping pictures of Tyler. Finally, there was somebody just as beautiful for Brad to marvel at. Staring at Cody Rhodes and that moustache was getting a little tiring for Brad. He was wondering when he'd get a hot guy to stare at…this was his answer.
After the snaps had finished, Tyler would eagerly take the phone from Brad's clutches, staring at how the photos turned out. "Beautiful…marvellous…magnificent…Just like my usual photos." Tyler smirked, looking up at Brad. "The other reason I came to see you was about a push. I know you saw me defeat…whoever that was in the ring, and you also know how hot I looked beating that unknown guy."
"Well…you do look hot…" Brad had to briefly stop himself from gushing over Tyler's beauty. "…but if you want a push, you got to earn it. I can't give you a free pass because you're amazingly pretty…and an amazing model…and an amazing face…"
"Okay. I know I'm amazingly gorgeous, but how do I earn my push?"
"Oh…that." Brad only just managed to distract himself from completely losing himself to Tyler's eyes. "Well…a lot of talent earn their rise to the top through…it'll be easier if I show you what I mean." Brad said, fumbling around with his zipper, before managing to tug it down, whipping out his soft, floppy length. "Basically, this goes inside your hot little mouth and your hot little hole."
"Oh…" Tyler said, looking down at Brad's flaccid manhood. "Well, you are much better looking than these regular people in the back…plus it beats getting a push through Dusty." Tyler shuddered a little, before he sank to his knees, reminding himself that he was in much happier times. "And you've got a big cock." It wasn't really that big. Tyler just wanted to sweet talk his way into getting a push. Jerking Brad's length with one hand, Tyler would use his spare hand to search for his phone, thankfully picking up the mobile device relatively quickly. Passing the phone to Brad, Tyler looked up. "Here. Take pictures of me. One before I blow you and one while I blow you."
"O…kay?" Brad said, hesitatingly taking the phone from Tyler's grasp. Brad would have just preferred Tyler to start sucking already, but he could understand where Tyler was coming from with his request. Models always have to look their best.
As Tyler used his palm to stroke up and down the hardening shaft, his eyes gazed into the lens of the camera phone, making sure he looked as seductive and gorgeous as possible. His famous pout was captured in each shot, as he sensually jerked Brad's cock.
"These photos look gorgeous, baby!" Brad grinned, not sure what was better: getting jerked off by a hot model, or helping a hot model do his job well. "Now, sucky sucky. Show me why I should give you a Brad Maddox approved push." Without saying a word, Tyler would do just as Brad had asked.
Tyler's lips opened wide, as he engulfed Brad's cock in its entirety. His velvety oral passage accommodated Brad's erect tool with relative ease, showing the GM that he was more than just a gorgeous face. He was a gorgeous face who could expertly suck a cock. Brad was in the midst of finding out about this, as Tyler would sultrily bob his head on the moist length.
Brad felt utter bliss. Tyler hadn't even sucked on him for more than a couple of minutes, yet the brunette could feel himself sweat. This kid looked to have a lot of talent that delved far beyond in-ring work. He obviously had the looks, he had the brawn, he probably had some intelligence, and he really knew how to pleasure a man. Brad couldn't help but to think of how much Vince would enjoy this rookie, as Tyler Breeze slobbered all over his hard dick.
Snapping with pure joy, Brad never thought he'd be as happy to take a picture of this utterly gorgeous Adonis. Tyler even looked model-esque when he had a fat cock in his mouth. That was something Brad could never quite master. Once this experience was over, Brad would have to remember to bring that up, so Tyler could impart his words of wisdom on how to remain beautiful under all situations.
The model worked his mouth vertically on Brad's saliva coated cock, occasionally using dragging his tongue along the underbelly of Brad's shaft, brushing past his veins. Tyler wanted that push; he wanted the rise to stardom, and if that meant sucking off another (gorgeous) man, then so be it. Tyler would provide a service that would leave Brad begging for more, as he sucked and he slurped and he slobbered all over Brad's manhood, even scraping his tongue around Brad's scrotum.
Tyler's oral assault would do a huge number on Brad's erect cock, as it pulsated inside the warm, wet mouth that so ravenously took care of it. If Brad's impending orgasm wasn't obvious through how erratic the throbbing of his cock was, then it was obvious through how shrill his voice had became, and how his moans grew into desperate pleads.
Brad wasn't going to waste a precious climax just yet. Not when he hadn't got to try out this hot model's ass. "Stop! Stop the blowjob!" He cried, as Tyler swiftly stopped sucking. "Wow. You follow orders pretty quick. I'm impressed. Anyway, I wanna fuck you. I was so gonna cum, and it so wasn't gonna be in your mouth."
"Oh…you think you can fit that inside of me?" Tyler smirked, rising back to his normal height.
"Well…of course. I mean, I'm Brad Maddox, General Manager of RAW. I can fit inside anywhere."
"That isn't...never mind." Tyler muttered. "Well, if you're going to fuck me, can I at least choose the position…and also the conditions?"
"Sure. Knock yourself out." Brad smiled, already starting to undress from his business gear. How he managed to wear this and not shed lots of sweat when he watched Tyler in the ring was something that Brad would never understand.
"Good. I want you to take more pictures of me. Second, you fuck me missionary. I want you to be mesmerised by my gorgeousness while I earn that push to the top." Tyler said, as he joined the other man in stripping to his naked form. Their clothes would be made to lazily blend together in a corner of the room, that being the least of their concerns. "First; take a photo of my magnificent body. Make sure to get everything." Tyler cooed, embracing his nudity, as he would pose seductively, ensuring that Brad was enticed.
Which Brad was. Although he was dazzled by Tyler's display of oral, the model's naked body was even more dazzling. His chiselled abdomen stood out more when those pesky blue tights weren't obscuring his manhood, which amazed Brad just as much as his abdominal area. To put it shortly, this man was a stud, and he had a body just as alluring as his face.
Brad made sure that the photo would capture everything about Tyler. His face; his body; his manhood; his legs; everything. Every ounce of Tyler's beauty would be reflected in the photo that Brad would zealously take.
"Good. Let me see." Tyler said, walking over to Brad, taking the phone from the GM's hands. Each photo of Tyler looked equally as gorgeous as the last; they were utterly flawless. "Perfect. Now take one of my hole." The model would lay on the desk, parting his legs, and giving Brad Maddox a superlative view of the little pink hole.
"Well, I mean, if you insist." Brad wanted to do more than take a picture of this thing of beauty…but that would have to wait. Photos came first. The life of a model practically depended on beauty, vanity and pictures; three things that Tyler Breeze evidently deemed as incredibly important. Scooting closer to the blonde, Brad would crouch, manoeuvring the camera phone so that the result would display the tightness of Tyler's hole, and the sex appeal that his face oozed in buckets.
Another snap would improve Tyler's mood. His legs parted further, as an aroused smirk crept onto his gorgeous face. "I'm sure I look gorgeous in that one too. Now fuck me. Don't forget to take photos while you fuck me."
Short and sweet. Brad got the message loud and clear, as he zestfully inserted the tip of his member inside Tyler's pucker. Hearing the soothing moans of pleasure was enough encouragement for Brad to shove the rest of his cock inside the aching heat.
Mewling with bliss, Tyler thought Brad's anal intrusion would lead to pain and agony…but that wasn't the case. The sensation Tyler felt invade his passage was almost as gorgeous as he was. Brad managing to even take photos of this moment made it even better for Tyler. The pitch of his mewls would manage to equate to a Soprano.
It was fortunate there was no glass objects in the room, because the pitch and the volume of Tyler's voice was enough to shatter those objects into a million pieces. What did happen, however, was that the door to Brad's office slammed open. The two men were blissfully unaware that they were in the presence of others, until a screeching feminine voice almost burst their eardrums.
"What the hell is going on here?!" Summer Rae was not a happy woman, as she and her dancing partner, Fandango, walked into the office. The female dancer would storm over to the two model-esque gentlemen, whilst her male counterpart shut the door, thankful he had equipment handy for this encounter.
"Summer! I…I can explain!"
"Get to it! I'm waiting, and I don't like waiting!"
Slowly pulling out of Tyler, Brad looked like the epitome of pitiable. He had to get into Summer's good books somehow. "Summer, I was just checking to see if Tyler Breeze was deserving of a push."
"Tyler Breeze?" Summer looked at the other blonde in the room. The naked blonde. "Oh. Him." Summer scowled. She didn't like competition, which was exactly what Tyler was to her. "Why waste your time on him, when you could have a much better blonde to be the face of NXT?"
"Excuse me?" Tyler was offended. First this bitch stopped his blissful sex with Brad, and now she directly insulted him. Tyler wasn't going to let that one slide. "I am far more gorgeous than you are! You're haggard. You look like you could do with some rest."
"You're calling me haggard?! How dare you! I am the hottest blonde on NXT, and also the most dominant one! I guess all that bleach really has sunk into your head…Dalton."
Tyler let out a shocked gasp at Summer using his former alias against him. "Do not bring that name up! I am Tyler Breeze; the most gorgeous wrestler of all time."
"Wanna get weird?" The NXT commentator jumped due to the whispering dancer. Brad was completely distracted by the bickering blondes, he had completely forgotten about Fandango's presence.
"Holy moly!" Brad had to catch his breath quickly. "Don't do that to me again! You might give me a heart attack, or three."
"…You didn't…answer the question…" As Summer and Tyler continued to quarrel like an old married couple, Fandango's hands would creep down Brad's body, softly clutching the latter's manhood.
Brad let out a mew only Fandango could hear, as his cock was getting sensually jerked. "Okay…okay…how do you plan on getting weird?"
"I'm glad you asked." Fandango smirked. He closed in on Brad, eventually rubbing his confined crotch against Brad's bountiful behind. The hand that jerked Brad's length moved away from the erect cock, as it was used to pull down Fandango's gold tights, letting his member spring into the air."You still didn't answer the question…" Brad was confused as to why Fandango was suddenly so silent…until he found (or felt, for a better term) his answer. "Holy fuck!" The moans that left Brad's lips were vociferous enough to put the blondes' argument to a sudden halt. All eyes were on Brad Maddox, as Tyler and Summer were now aware of Fandango's anal invasion.
The eerie dancer wasted virtually no time in getting what he wanted. His member penetrated in and out of Brad's heat with ease; expertly manoeuvring through the relatively tight heat.
The one thing that Fandango forgot about, as he thrusted inside Brad's pucker, was his dance partner, who stared impatiently at him.
"Well I'm glad you're having fun." Summer said, faux merriment laced her voice. "But I hope you remember this is about me and my push!"
"Relax, baby…I have just…the solution." Fandango smirked, pulling out of Brad's heat, despite the disappointed groans that had earned. The dancer's large hands searched through his sequinned gear, finding exactly what he needed to please Summer.
The long-legged blonde was shocked to find a rubber toy soon to be in her possession, as Fandango effortlessly threw it to her. This man really was weird after all. Not that it was bad or anything…Summer actually appreciated Fandango's weirdness, especially on this occasion.
Attaching the strap-on to her slender waist, Summer took great joy in plunging deep inside Tyler's tightness, showing him who the dominant blonde in NXT really was.
Moaning, Tyler was reunited with sheer joy, as his hole was getting the pounding it needed. The piece of plastic inside of him may not have been as thick as Brad's manhood, but Summer was far more merciless than Brad was. Summer drove deeper inside Tyler's hole than Brad did. Heck, Tyler may have felt more pleasure through Summer's relentless plunges than through Brad's more gentle thrusts.
The model's moans were filled with ecstasy, purring like a kitten each time Summer would hit his sacrosanct sweet spot. The moans would increase in volume as time progressed, and as Summer felt more accustomed to loosening the pink pucker. It was only a matter in time before the blonde dancer would be assisted by her male counterpart, as Fandango would ram his hard cock past Tyler's plump lips.
Brad wasn't expecting to be left out like this. He wasn't expecting the two dancers to penetrate Tyler's holes in such a short space of time. Their thrusts were as smooth as their choreography. If it wasn't for the camera phone that remained in his palm, Brad would have just sat back and watched this threesome.
But he couldn't. Not with Tyler's phone still in his possession. Even though Tyler wasn't in a position to speak, Brad knew what Tyler wanted. He wanted photos of him; damn good photos. This may not have been what Tyler planned…this may not have been what Tyler expected, but damn it, whatever he was doing, he'd look gorgeous do it, and what better way to prove that than with photographic proof of his gorgeousness?
As Tyler would suck and slurp on Fandango's hard shaft, he could sense Brad move closer to him. The reason was unknown to the model, until he saw what was in Brad's hands. That made him feel much better. Brad didn't forget him after all, as he snapped away at the wanton model.
Knowing that the focus was on him, Tyler felt a sudden wave of adrenaline rush through his body, as he sucked Fandango's member with energy unseen by every being in the room. Perhaps Summer was to thank, as well, as she hit his prostate quite frequently. She knew how to use a cock surprisingly well. Tyler could now attest to that, after feeling how smooth, yet pleasurable her thrusts were.
The model was in heaven. He had never felt such bliss prior to this encounter. He never partook in any threesomes prior to this encounter, although after this, Tyler would have to remedy that. Rocking his hips, Tyler would allow Summer to delve as deep as she could into his slackening pucker, while using his mouth to pleasure Fandango. Surely this deserved a push! It had to! No other person could look as gorgeous as Tyler in the position he was in!
Then again, nobody probably felt more bliss in the room than Tyler did. The two dancers thrusted in and out of his holes, causing sensations of bliss to ooze inside the model. Right now, he wasn't sure how much more of this previously unknown delight his body could endure. In just mere moments from now, that would change. Tyler was aware that his body had taken all the poundings that it could, as semen rushed from his piss-slit, painting his abdomen in a shade of ivory.
And he wasn't the only one. Fandango would soon join Tyler, as the former could feel an orgasm about to strike. As Tyler ran his tongue along the pulsating length, he would continue to orally service the dancer, until the latter suddenly withdrew from the former's oral passage. Fandango knew what he was doing, and he would receive great enjoyment in marking the model with his essence. Jerking off his throbbing length, and ignoring the whines and pleads not to cover the model's face, Fandango could feel his release coming.
Thick globs of cum rushed from his manhood, spraying Tyler's face. Droplets even managed to land on his blonde locks. That was enough to make the model go berserk. As Summer pulled out, Tyler stormed over to the sensual dancer.
"How dare you!" Breeze cried, dressing in his ring gear. He didn't want to be around these dancers for any longer. Screw the push. "Are you trying to ruin my life?! Are you?! Do you know how much time it takes for me to do my hair?! I hate you!" Each word was said in a higher pitch, highlighting Tyler's anger. Once the baby blue tights were back to hugging his flesh, Tyler would snatch his phone from Brad's clutches, as he stormed out of the office.
"Well…" Brad was practically at a loss for words. He had never seen Tyler rage this much before. "So remind me…why are you two in my office, again?"
"Because I want a push!" Summer yelled.
"Oh yeah. Just checking." Brad actually wasn't affected much by Summer's anger. He didn't have much reason to be, either. He was in control here, and he was going to make sure he'd have fun controlling the two wrestlers. "Well, since you want a push, and since I'm a generous man, I'll give you a chance."
"About time!" Summer said, a wicked smirk appearing on her face.
"That's what I thought too. Now spread those legs, and get rid of the dress, and let me see how much of a push you'll be getting." Brad said, licking his lips at the thought of seeing Summer's womanhood.
"Excuse me?!" Summer asked in disgust, before she remembered the power this man had. That frown quickly turned itself upside down. "I mean, of course, Mr. Maddox." The vibrant purple sequinned dress Summer wore with pride would be thrown to the floor, as her slim legs would spread apart, showing Brad exactly what he wanted to see.
"Now that is what I'm talking about!" The size of the grin plastered on Brad's face was enough evidence that Summer was going to get a push. There was no way Brad couldn't enjoy what Summer had to offer. No way. Pouncing on her like a predator, Brad would waste no time in ramming his hard length inside her heat, making it quiver almost immediately. "I see dance keeps you nice and tight." The observation may not have been correct, but at least Summer could take that as a compliment.
"I take it you approve, Brad." Summer couldn't help but to let out a moan. This man was eager. Damn eager. The way he thrusted into her pussy oozed energy and zest. He may have been a little sloppy, and certainly not rhythmic like Fandango, but he really put his all into fucking her, Summer would have to commend him on that.
"Oh yeah. I approve so, so much." Brad didn't even know what he was approving; he was just enjoying a tight pussy clenching hard against his tool. Thrusting in and out at an impressively quick pace, Brad began to forgot what the purpose of this encounter was (again). He was losing himself in pleasure. The bliss of Summer's tightness, how moist she became after swift plunges inside of her core, the moans she'd let out each time Brad went deep…the way Fandango couldn't stop staring at him. It took a while, but Brad eventually noticed Fandango's gaze, as the dancer jerked his length to full hardness.
"Hey. You." Brad was now looking at Fandango, the speed of his thrusts slowing down slightly. "Join. Now." And so, Fandango did. As he slowly walked to the horny Brad Maddox, he stopped stroking his erect tool, preparing that erect tool for a use far more blissful than a single palm.
Spitting on his cock, Fandango would use that (and Tyler's saliva) to lube his shaft, before ramming it into Brad's quivering pucker. The sassy businessman was moaning like a starlet in the porn industry, when he felt Fandango's thick dick penetrate his heat.
Right now, Brad was perhaps receiving the best of both worlds. He got to fuck Summer's tight passage, and he also would feel Fandango fuck his tight passage. He would feel pleasure from both ends, and the best part? He didn't even have to do a damn thing! Summer and Fandango did all the work for him; their movements matching the poise and elegance of their dance routines.
Although Brad could have just not moved at all, and let Fandango and Summer rock their hips and gyrate their bodies to pleasure him, he had far too much energy to conceal. He was in ecstasy, and he rapaciously wanted to feel more of it. As Fandango would nimbly find his prostate with quick, yet graceful thrusting, the pace of Brad's movements would quicken. The moans and groans of all three participants would heighten in both pitch and volume.
The quantity and quality of the pleasure that Summer, Brad and Fandango all felt would swiftly expand through each moving second; each energetic thrust; each lustful moan. Their minds eventually became unaware of logic and intelligence, sliding away from reality, moving towards a land filled of arousal and bliss.
Brad barely fought off a spasm from transpiring. He was in that much fucking heaven. His body was practically convulsing with pleasure, as he repeatedly hit Summer's sweet spot, while Fandango concurrently hit his. Feeling such sensations made his cock throb wildly. Brad really couldn't hold it in for any longer, even if he really wanted to. He had to. He had to cum.
Thrusting deep inside Summer's damp heat one last time, a powerful climax hit Brad. Sperm raced into Summer's pussy, filling up her rosebud, as Brad would cum deep and cum hard inside of her slackened pucker. That was undoubtedly the most surreal, yet most fucking amazing thing Brad had ever felt.
And Fandango was about to undergo that same experience. His cock throbbed from the tautness of Brad's ample ass, which jiggled with every deep thrust. Never had fucking a figure of authority been so damn good for Fandango. In and out the dancer would delve, getting to rub against Brad's prostate a couple more times, before he would feel another climax rush from his body, as a growl of dominance filled the atmosphere. Waves of white would surge inside Brad's hole, much like Brad's essence would surge inside Summer's hole.
Summer felt left out. As Fandango would pull out of Brad, Brad would pull out of her, even though she hadn't been so fortunate as to receive an intense orgasm, like the other two men. The gall of the idiot really was too much. If Summer didn't get a push after this, she swore she would go to Vince and try to get Brad Maddox fired from this company.
The blonde's guile may have rushed back to her head, but Summer made sure that didn't affect her appearance. Putting on what looked to be a pleasant smile, Summer would make sure she got the push she officially deserved. "Brad…honey?"
"Yes, Summer…honey?"
"Do I have my push now?"
"Oh…that. See…I'm not in charge around here. That's Dusty." Brad could see the smile morph into a scowl in just milliseconds. Why was Summer so angry all of a sudden? He didn't know…but he had a feeling he'd know very soon.
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Summer wouldn't be Summer if she wasn't an angry little vixen^^
Oh, and Tyler, you extreme poser, you…I do like his gimmick, though. Unconventional, perhaps, but you don't have many male model gimmicks in the WWE nowadays^^
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