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Day of Event - August 18th 2013 (Day of SummerSlam)
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Tonight was hectic. Damn hectic. With just one hour to go until SummerSlam was live and on-air, the whole arena was chaotic. Crew were rushing everywhere, trying their hardest to do their jobs before the ultimate PPV of the Summer began, and wrestlers were adding the final touches to their appearance, making sure they were looking good for the cameras (or in Cameron's case; making sure she looked the bomb dot com).
Lita may not have been in a match tonight (understandably so, considering she's retired), but even she was feeling stressed about all of what was happening. What she spent the past thirty minutes doing was looking for her boyfriend, CM Punk. But so far, she had no such luck. She couldn't spot him anywhere; and not a single soul could tell Lita where she could find him.
This was getting bad. Lita had searched everywhere she thought Punk would be: the gym, the cafeteria, the ring…heck, if he was as up for a fight as he said he was, Brock Lesnar's locker room was also an option. The only place Lita hadn't checked was Punk's locker room, but he was never in there; not before a PPV.
Walking a little nervously along the corridors, Lita was anxious as to where Punk's whereabouts was. Hopefully he hadn't gotten too far without her. She could just imagine him picking a fight with Lesnar before the PPV had gotten underway.
Well, wherever Punk was apparently had to wait. While Lita searched for her beau, she bumped into Brie Bella, who coincidentally searched for her beau.
"Oh, Lita." Brie said, a little disappointed the person she bumped into wasn't the one she had a relationship with. "Have you seen Daniel anywhere?"
"No. Can't say I have. You seen-"
"Well, find him, and when you do, tell him I'm looking for him." Brie said, hurrying off. Far too busy to speak to inferiors, when Brie could spend time more productively, searching for Daniel Bryan.
Lita was offended by how rude that Bella Twin was; not even bothering to wait for Lita to finish her question. It made the Latina seem disrespectful; the type of person that Lita could not stand to be around. She hoped to hell Daniel would get an upgrade, because surely anything must have been better than a pesky Bella Twin.
…Why was a Bella Twin still in Lita's mind anyway? Forgetting those irritable twins, Lita remembered what her priority was, and went back searching for her missing man.
The redhead had pretty much searched every place she expected Punk to be in, but no such luck. The only option left, after eliminating all the logical options as to Punk's whereabouts, was his locker room. Unlikely, but not impossible.
With less than an hour to go to get Punk and talk to him before the PPV began, Lita hurriedly rushed to her lover's locker room, determined to beat the clock.
One thing Lita noticed, as time was ticking along, was that the closer Lita got to her boyfriend's room, the more bizarre the journey became. When she could see Punk's room, moans that could barely be classified as audible tickled her earlobes. It was odd. She didn't expect to hear anything.
Yet she did. The more she walked, the louder the moans became. Lita had a bad feeling about this. She didn't know what was going on in that room, but she didn't like the sound of it…not a single bit.
Slowly reaching Punk's locker room, Lita hesitantly opened the door. Turns out she did have good reason to fret, after all.
Gasping her surprise, she saw her boyfriend partake in sexual activity with another employee…without her permission! She could understand the sexual frustration Punk had, especially considering how hard and lonely it is being on the road for such a long time with an absent partner. But still, a warning would have been nice.
"Who's gonna walk out as WWE Champion, Punk?" Daniel Bryan asked, too lost in the bliss of Punk's tight ass to see reality.
"Lita." Punk, however, wasn't lost in a utopia of ecstasy, as he bounced up and down Daniel's erect cock. He knew Lita had just entered the room. Not like there was any reasonable explanation for this. He was riding another man's dick after all. So, rather than being embarrassed in the position he was in, Punk had actually smirked, winking as his girlfriend's name spilled out of his mouth.
"Lita? What the fuck?" It had to take a completely bizarre retort to snap Daniel back into reality. Once he saw who had joined them, it dawned on him why Punk would use his girlfriend's name. "Oh shit." Daniel could feel his cheeks quickly turn pink by the second. He began to feel sheepish. Very sheepish. "Hey…Lita…"
"You gonna try and explain this to me?" None of the guys knew who Lita directed that question to. Silence filled the room, until Punk spoke.
"That to me or to Bryan?"
"Anyone."
"Well…what is there to explain? His cock's in my ass."
"At least you're admitting it…and not using some bullshit excuse." Lita said, slowly walking towards the two men. Punk didn't dare move an inch, meaning Bryan had to stay in the same position he was in, with his dick still in Punk's taut anal pucker. "Still, you didn't ask me about this? Kinda hurt you didn't."
"To be honest, it was a last-minute thing. I didn't actually plan for it to be this way…it just happened."
"Yeah. What Punk said." Bryan was puzzled by the odd looks Lita and Punk gave him. "What? Just saying!"
"You have a girlfriend, Bryan. How'd you think she feels about this?" Lita asked, before she remembered who the girlfriend was. "Actually, never mind about her. You could do better."
Bam! That sentence hit him like a freight train. Daniel didn't expect those words to come out of Lita's mouth; especially after she caught Punk cheating on her…with Bryan. "Pardon?" He had to do a double take, just to make sure he wasn't hearing incorrectly.
"You heard me. You could do better."
"And what is that supposed to mean, Lita?"
"That you could do better. I can't put it in any simpler terms than that."
"You know I love Brie, right?"
"That explains why your cock's in a man's ass?"
"That has nothing to do with-" Bryan sighed. "I do love Brie. Really. It's just…I dunno. I guess I've kind of missed fucking a guy. For a while. Plus I needed some stress relief…and Brie was too busy preparing with Nikki and Eva for her match against Nattie."
"Ahem." Punk coughed, garnering the attention of both his girlfriend and the man inside of him. "As touching as this is, I didn't come in here to hear a conversation between you two."
"It's pretty clear what you came in here for, Punk." Lita said, bitterly, seeing her boyfriend remain positioned on top of Bryan. That was, until an idea came into her head. "Actually, since you must've wanted this pretty bad, why don't I help you out?"
"What? You gonna get the strap-on?" It looked like she was, gazing at the redhead who moved to the wooden bench. It was obvious to Punk that Lita was going to get involved in some way. Seeing the woman search under the bench pretty much confirmed this. Lita only searched for stuff whenever she felt particularly kinky, and wanted to bust out any toys she could find. It was miraculous enough that she even knew there were any objects down there.
"Like I'd get anything else." Lita said, quickly finding the rubber cock she wanted to use, wiggling it out, before looking at her beau. "Don't think you're going to get out of this easy, though."
"I've got a cock in my ass, and another one's probably going in there. This is hardly the easy way, babe."
Babe. He said that like he was still in a relationship with Lita. Well, if he wanted to think that, then so be it. Lita could just dump him after this was all over.
"You say that like you're gonna complain about it."
"Well, what use would complaining be?" If it wasn't for the black cock attached to Lita's waist (and some of the conversation between the two), Bryan would be utterly baffled by this situation. This seemed so…random…so sudden. Daniel came in here just to have a chat with Punk, and somehow, that would lead to this.
No more words would be said. Bryan was now fully aware of the situation, once he felt another cock rub against his inside Punk's anal orifice. It was darn pleasurable, but hearing Punk's moans (somehow remaining at a low, masculine pitch, despite the thick tools in his little pucker) was the cherry on top. That was enough to send Bryan back into his own little world of ecstasy, as he and Lita used rhythm to alternatively thrust inside Punk's passage.
Punk would no longer have to put in energy into this encounter. Daniel and Lita were now doing it for him; taking turns to plunge deep inside his loosening hole. Punk was not a submissive man by any means, but that didn't mean he had to hold an instant dislike to experiences like these. In fact, this one proved to be quite the contrary.
All Punk had to do was to just relax, and to feel the pleasure penetrate deep inside his body. As the pace of the thrusts quickened up, the amount of moans that seeped out of Punk's mouth increased. He could feel both cocks get closer to his prostate with each thrust, until Daniel was the first to actually reach his prostate; his bulbous mushroom head rubbing against Punk's sweet spot.
That was the moment Punk felt like he could just melt into a puddle. His body was taking the pounding of a lifetime, and never before had such an intense pounding been so pleasurable. The feeling of a plastic cock and a real cock stretching his pucker was a surprisingly blissful one. The bliss that rushed through his insides made his cock throb. Wildly.
Punk wasn't so sure how long he could last for, in this state of euphoria. He may have had a lot of stamina (he did last for over minutes against Undertaker at WrestleMania, after all), but being on the receiving end of a double penetration was something Punk had never experienced before, and despite the pleasure it brought, it probably wasn't going to be something he'd experience again.
Expectedly, after feeling Lita and Bryan both lose their sense of rhythm, simultaneously striking the pleasured man's sacrosanct sweet spot, Punk could feel his body almost tremble from the utter pleasure he felt. Punk could feel his ejaculation rapidly approach; his body not strong enough to delay the inevitable.
Letting out a gasp to signify this powerful moment, white shot from Punk's piss-slit, splattering all over Bryan's abdomen, coating it with Punk's creamy release.
Hearing the noise escape her beau's (or ex beau's) lips, Lita pulled out. That was the last time they'd be getting intimate…not that Punk knew it, or anything.
"Like that, Punk?" Punk. Not babe. Probably wasn't going to be something he'd notice, but it did send a subtle message.
"It was…unexpected. But not bad." Punk smirked, moving away from Bryan's body, unaware that he was about to get dumped on his ass.
"Not bad my ass." Daniel chuckled. "You couldn't stop moaning. You're like a damn porn star."
"You wish I was a damn porn star." Punk kept his smirk; his eyes not moving away from his cum. "You look pretty good with my cum, by the way."
"Why am I not surprised you'd say something like that?" Daniel shifted his focus away from Punk, heading towards the only woman in the room. "Thanks for not castrating me for this, Lita."
"You're welcome…you do kinda owe me for this, though."
"And how do you propose I do that?" Bryan asked, inquisitively, eager to see what this extreme redhead had in mind for him.
"Why don't you bend over, and I'll show you how." Lita smirked, especially at Bryan's reaction.
"So you're definitely the kinky type then." Bryan said, getting into the position Lita wanted him in. "Just remember that I still love Brie. This doesn't change anything about how I feel towards her."
"Yeah. Yeah." Lita smirked, before she looked at Punk. "You gonna just stand there?"
"Until you was gonna say something, then pretty much. I didn't wanna be the one to say anything." Punk quickly moved towards Bryan, the former's manhood dangling in front of the latter's face. Just as Daniel was about to suck on it, Lita would intervene.
"Don't know what you think you're doing, Punk. You already came. Think the least you should do is help Bryan do the same." For reasons that were entirely selfish, Punk just wanted to ignore that feminine voice and shove his cock inside Daniel's mouth.
But he couldn't.
As much as he hated to admit it, Lita had a good point. Punk may have been an asshole, but he wasn't a cruel one. He knew from previous experiences how bad it felt to be left with blue balls, and he didn't want any man (or at least, any man he could tolerate) to undergo that same, harsh experience.
Sighing, knowing that words would make a useless response, Punk slowly sank to his knees. Daniel was a fucking lucky man; a fucking lucky man who was about to get his cock sucked by the Best in the World (although arguably not in that particular area).
"Shit." Bryan couldn't help but to mutter to himself, feeling Punk's lips engulf his erect dick. No teasing; no licking; nothing. Just straight in for the kill.
The mutter was quiet, but not inaudible. That one word did manage to reach Lita's earlobes, prompting the legendary Diva to plunge past Bryan's pink pucker.
Thankfully for the bearded man, there was no stinging pain being rammed in his insides. He could only feel pleasure. Pleasure from getting sucked off by Punk, and also pleasured from getting fucked by Lita.
Gripping hard on the wooden bench, Bryan would push back, forcing Lita's toy to delve deeper inside his diminutive heat. Then Bryan would push forwards, almost gagging Punk with his cock, heightening his arousal.
Daniel Bryan had, quite frankly, no idea this was ever going to happen tonight. All he expected was a fuck from Brie for his title win against Cena. He didn't predict having sex with Punk, and he sure as hell didn't predict a threesome with Punk and Lita. Not that he was going to complain, nor was he in much of a position to complain.
Sucking and slurping hard on the cock that began to throb in his mouth, Punk was determined to get an orgasm out of Bryan. He knew the biggest PPV of the Summer was about to begin within the next thirty minutes, and any time spent training towards kicking Lesnar's ass was going to help him significantly.
Thankfully for the Chicagoan, from the mews of joy that had poured out of Bryan's mouth like fine wine, he may have gotten what he wanted. He wasn't sure whether those pleasured mews came from the blowjob or the ass-fucking, but whatever the reason, it was working.
It fuelled Punk to suck harder, coating the entire shaft with his saliva; nestling his nose against Daniel's thick pubes, taking every inch of the pulsating cock into his mouth. It also fuelled Lita to thrust harder; to loosen Daniel's pucker, to ram the black cock into the man's prostate.
The increase in effort, pace and enthusiasm from both Lita and Punk made Daniel shiver and shudder in sheer ecstasy. Getting to fuck Punk was one thing, but getting tag-teamed by the hardcore couple was something entirely different. It brought out entirely different emotions from Bryan. It brought out a string of unusually high-pitched moans from Bryan. Once a couple of moments had passed, it brought out an orgasm from Bryan, as he filled Punk's mouth to the brim.
Punk quickly gulped down the white essence that filled his orifice, spitting the softening shaft out of his mouth, once Bryan had been milked dry.
Grabbing his ring-gear from the corner of the room, Punk took one final look at the slightly tired Bryan, and also his raunchy redheaded girlfriend (who by now, had withdrawn from Bryan's slackened hole), before smirking. "Thanks for the warm-up. I may be up for this type of stuff again, once I pulverise Brock Lesnar and the obese walrus to a pulp…minus the double penetration."
"Well, I'd be up for it too, but on one condition, Punk." Lita said, throwing the strap-on carelessly to the floor. Wasn't like she'd be using it again tonight, or anything.
"What's that, babe?"
"We do this as friends with benefits. Don't wanna be the one to do this, but since you're sleeping around behind my back and destroying the trust I had for you, I'm gonna have to dump you, babe." Babe may have slipped out of her mouth once…but hey, at least it didn't slip out during the encounter. Suddenly, SummerSlam felt a whole lot better already…to Lita, at least.
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I guess this is the first time I've written Daniel as a reasonably normal guy, considering he's been a raging little man with anger management problems for about a year now, lol. He's actually pretty fun to write for^^
Also, so, so sorry about how long this chapter took! School's started for me again, so chapters may be posted later than they should be :/
Here's what's coming your way next:
~ CM Punk (Top)/Dean Ambrose (Top)/Lita (Bottom) (Requested by xLifeFullOfLaughterx)
~ Corey Graves (Top)/Jake Carter (Bottom)/Layla (Versatile) (Requested by KJ-Slashbug)
~ Brie Bella (Bottom)/Daniel Bryan (Versatile)/John Cena (Versatile)/Nikki Bella (Bottom) (Requested by TheSunlightHurtsMyEyes)
~ Adrian Neville (Versatile)/Charlotte (Bottom)/Corey Graves (Versatile)/Sheamus (Top) (Requested by me)
~ Antonio Cesaro (Versatile)/Eva Marie (Bottom)/Jack Swagger (Versatile) (Requested by me)
On the plus side, for me being so slow with these updates, there will only be one more update to go until I take requests again :)