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Day of Event - July 8th 2013
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Even if his best friend, Vickie Guerrero, had gotten fired from her duties by the fans, and even if Vickie had unleashed a plethora of hell upon him for getting the job she wanted, Brad Maddox wasn't going to let the cougar get to him. Not when he was the new General Manager of RAW!
Brad planned on celebrating the night away; drinking all that he could and getting all the pussy he could imagine. However, in the WWE, plans wouldn't always come to fruition, as Brad would soon find out.
Feeling his phone vibrate in his pocket, Brad grabbed the phone from his trousers, flicking to his messages to see a text sent from Triple H. Clicking on the icon, his hopes of celebrating his promotion were quickly dashed.
"Come meet me and Steph in my office. Need to talk about your position as GM. Don't be late."
Cursing the day he ever gave his number to the COO of the WWE, Brad had no choice but to postpone his plans of a major party with every attractive wrestler he knew; until tomorrow at least. Now, he'd have to take care of business, as he shoved his phone back in his pocket, walking to Triple H's office.
Thankful Vickie wasn't anywhere in sight to scratch his eyes out of their sockets, Brad walked with a sense of pride across the corridor, eventually reaching his destination, as he knocked on the COO's door, quickly being ordered to come in.
Entering Triple H's office, Brad closed the door behind him, as looked at Triple H and his wife, standing on the opposite side of the room. "Hi, Mr. McMahon-Helmsley, sir. Hi, Mrs. McMahon-Helmsley, ma'am." Brad bowed, before taking a seat, with Hunter and Stephanie doing the same (after recovering from Brad's display of idiocy).
"Well anyway, it's good that you arrived. Now obviously, you're aware that there's good reason I called you into my office. You know the reason for this, right?"
"Well…yeah...it's because I'm the first beautiful GM in history, right?" That earned a glare of total disdain from Stephanie, but Hunter couldn't conceal a chuckle. At least Brad's stupidity was humorous.
"I guess you could say that…" Triple H could feel his wife's glare bore a hole into his body, but it didn't stop him from conversing with Brad. He'd just have to make it up to her later. "You are aware of your responsibilities as a General Manager, right? I wouldn't want a rookie with no idea on how to run a roster to have so much power over others."
"Oh yeah, I know the stuff I'm supposed to do. Discipline guys on the roster; tell 'em not to make chaos; make sure everybody respects my beauty; it's all stuff Vicks told me when she was part of Team Brickie."
"Sounds like he's got the gist of it." Triple H smirked, turning to his wife to see if she shared similar sentiments. "What do you think, Steph? Think Brad's cut out to be a General Manager?"
"Well I personally don't, but it is a big improvement from Vickie Guerrero, so we could face worse choices for a General Manager."
"In her own, unique way, that's Steph giving you her approval." Hunter smirked, especially as he could tell how Stephanie wanted to hit him for that comment. "So I guess since we both agree that you're fit for a General Manager, it's time to celebrate."
A celebration? Now that was what Brad wanted to hear, eliciting a large grin on his face. "What kind of celebration, Triple H?"
"Why don't you come over here and find out, 'cos I've got two words for ya!" The more he spoke, the more Triple H started to sound like a wrestler when speaking in front of a live audience, rather than an actual authority figure.
Brad stood up; not out of anticipation, but rather fear. "Oh no! You…you're not gonna fire me already, are you, Mr. Triple H?" The young General Manager (although currently, Brad was worried he wouldn't have that position for much longer) nervously walked to Triple H as he spoke.
Positioning Brad on his knees, the size of Triple H's smirk grew from the sight of Brad on his knees, pitching a tent in his slacks. "Luckily for you, Brad, I've got two different words in mind…" Tugging down at the zipper, Triple H whipped his flaccid length through the gap, exposing it to Brad and his wife. "…suck it!" He even tried to perform his signature crotch chop, although it didn't have quite the same effect, considering he was sitting on a chair.
Fortunately, Brad didn't take much notice of the crotch chop (even if it was literally done right in front of him). He was fully consumed by relief at the fact that his job was safe. Plus he'd get to have sex. That was an added bonus.
"I'd be glad to." Brad grinned, licking his lips from the sight of the unveiled cock that dangled before his eyes. The former referee gleefully flicked his tongue against the hardening length of Triple H's cock.
"Shit." The COO muttered, feeling Brad waste no time in pleasuring his manhood. Throwing his head back, he was glad to let Brad do all the work, as the latter trailed his tongue down the underbelly, running across the bulging veins. "I think Brad has the potential to make a really good GM, Steph."
"I don't care, honey." Stephanie said, her face conveying no expression whatsoever. Hunter sadly knew what that meant.
"Okay Steph; what have I done wrong this time?" He was expecting her to give him a verbal lashing in front of Brad, but she didn't do that.
She walked to him and kneeled down slightly, whispering in his ear. "You made a derogatory comment in front of my father about The Golden Girls…and you forced me to choose between you and him. That's what you did wrong this time."
Sighing (although it was ambiguous as to whether Hunter was moaning from Brad orally servicing him, or sighing from what his wife had just whispered), Triple H looked into Stephanie's eyes. "Do you want me to apologise?"
"No, because I know you won't mean it." Opening one of the drawers, Stephanie pulled out a strap-on; the pink plastic cock flopping about before her husband's eyes. "I want you to follow your team's motto and suck it!"
"Meh. It could be worse." Hunter shrugged, slowly clamping his lips around the rubber dick, as Brad did the same to the COO's erection. Those D-Generation X encounters with Shawn came in pretty handy after all, as he would proceed to bob his head up and down the length of sex toy without as much as a minor gag.
"You talk a big game, honey, but you know I always win in the end." Stephanie chuckled at the sight of her husband sucking cock (albeit a fake one), as she raked through his long locks of hair, watching him do the same to Brad.
As much as Triple H would have loved to go back and forth with his wife, he knew the result of that would be a complete lack of sex for an entire month. For somebody working in such a lust-frenzied environment, that was virtually impossible to even consider. Instead, the COO of the WWE was happy to let his wife win this battle, as he continued to suck on her plastic cock, whilst feeling Brad's nose nestle against his pubic hairs.
From hearing her husband muffle a string of satisfied moans against the dick he sucked, Stephanie slowly pulled out of Triple H's mouth, content with the saliva that now clung to the sex toy. Although Triple H didn't suck on the plastic cock for long, it was long enough to satisfy Stephanie.
"Pull out, honey." Stephanie requested, looking down at her lover, watching him guide Brad's lips away from his throbbing cock. "Why don't you have some real fun with the new GM of RAW? I'll keep his mouth busy, because I know you're obviously wondering about me being left out."
"Did I ever tell you how good you were at hiding sarcasm, Steph?" Hunter playfully quipped, as he positioned himself behind Brad, peeling the clothes from Brad's body until the younger man was definitely naked.
"Not enough, in my opinion." Stephanie retorted, dangling the plastic cock in front of Brad's face, until he ravenously engulfed the entirety of the lengthy sex toy. "And I'm not done with you, by the way."
"It'd be a surprise if you were." Hunter smirked, as he spread Brad's ample buttocks apart, plunging his cock past the tight opening; feeling his thick length penetrate past Brad's walls with relative ease.
Brad may have pictured other ideas to celebrate his new position as General Manager, but this definitely wasn't bad by any stretch of the imagination. Having the McMahon-Helmsleys fill his hole with cock was a feeling of pleasure beyond Brad's expectations. He didn't expect Triple H to possess such vigour when slamming into his hole…he also didn't expect Stephanie to know how to use a strap-on, let alone show expertise in using one!
As Brad bobbed his head on the rubber length, Stephanie nimbly rocked her hips, managing to establish a swift-paced rhythm, as the sex toy plunged in and out of Brad's oral cavity, occasionally reaching his throat.
Yet, even with the lengthy cock in his mouth, that didn't distract Brad from the powerful sensations that rocked through his insides, as Triple H used sheer force when slamming his erection deep inside the younger man's loosening pucker, causing Brad to arch his back from the impact of the thrusts.
Feeling his holes swallow up the two large dicks which delved deep inside his passages, Brad moaned wantonly, gagging occasionally on the lengthy toy that filled his oral cavity. He was filled not just with cock, but a sudden rush of satisfaction and vigour, using that adrenaline in his body to suck Stephanie's strap-on at a quicker speed, whilst rocking his body against Triple H's waist more nimbly.
Triple H locating and stabbing at Brad's prostate only increased the latter's desire for the fellow authority figures buried inside of his heats even more, to a point where Brad couldn't act any sluttier, slurping on the pink cock whilst Triple H hammered away at his slackening pucker, feeling the older man's dick throb inside the taut passage.
Maybe it's because of the physicality involved with the pounding he received from Triple H; maybe it's because of the way Stephanie raked her fingers through Brad's curly locks of hair as he sucked on the plastic cock; maybe it's because this was just a slice of the sexual bliss Brad was to receive from his fellow authority figures; regardless of the reason, Brad couldn't think of an encounter that came close to matching the quality of this one.
Brad had never moaned in such a shrill tone before (albeit that moan being muffled on the rubber that filled his mouth); nor had he felt a man use as much force and power to strike at his sweet spot the way Triple H did. It was no surprise to anyone that Brad neared his release; ready to cum at any moment now.
Yet, what was a slight surprise was the fact that Triple H had came before Brad did. From the pace Brad bobbed his head when he sucked Triple H's cock, to the tightness of the former's hole as the latter stretched it with the size of his shaft and the power of his thrusts, the newbie managed to earn a strong climax out of the COO.
Unleashing a loud roar, Triple H dumped his load inside of Brad's pucker, feeling every drop surge inside the stretched passage, before slowly withdrawing, eliciting a disappointed groan from Brad in response.
"Why'd you have to stop?" Brad whined, taking the sex toy that he had slobbered on out of his mouth so he could look into Triple H's eyes.
"Yes, honey…why did you have to stop?" Stephanie's voice shocked Triple H. He thought he could have trusted his wife to support him 24/7...apparently, he thought wrong.
"Because I came…duh." Triple H said, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.
"So selfish…and in front of company, too. I expected better from you, Paul." Stephanie tutted, walking to her naked husband. "Just for thinking only about yourself; not to mention attempting to force me to choose between you and my father in front of millions of viewers, I'll need you to bend over the desk, so you can redeem yourself."
"Redeem myself? I think you're forgetting I already did that by sucking that piece of plastic around your waist." Hunter continued to stand, refusing to be submissive in front of another man.
"That was for the Golden Girls comment used to insult my father." Stephanie said, looking her husband dead in the eye. "Now I won't say this again. Paul; bend over the desk, or I guarantee you won't have sex with anybody for an entire month."
"What're you gonna do, Steph? Put chastity belts on the entire roster?" Triple H chuckled at the suggestion.
"Not to interrupt…but she could always threaten to fire anybody who tries to touch you, since her daddy's in control of the company…" Brad sheepishly added, earning a deadly glare from the COO.
"Very good, Brad." Stephanie said, patting Brad on the back, before smirking at her husband. "I can finally see what you mean about Brad making a great GM, honey."
Sighing, the threat of an entire month without any form of sex was enough to get Triple H bending over his desk, exposing his tight little hole to Stephanie and Brad.
"Why don't you join my husband, Brad? Bend over the desk. It'll cushion his ego." Stephanie whispered, and Brad wasn't going to refuse a fellow authority figure's orders.
Walking to the other side of the desk, Brad bent down and arched his back, flaunting his backside, as Stephanie briefly compared his hole to her husband's. She could easily notice how Triple H looked much tighter than Brad, but she partially assumed that was due to the fucking Brad had just received.
Stephanie would make sure Brad did not have the looser hole by the end of this encounter; no matter how long it would take.
Positioning herself behind Triple H, Stephanie would ram the saliva-coated rubber cock inside her husband, relishing in his surprised gasp.
Although it was a struggle for Stephanie to penetrate past her lover's walls, barely managing to thrust past Hunter's clenching without inflicting too much pain for him to adapt to.
Having to grit his teeth and squeeze the wooden desk as hard as he could, Triple H tried to conceal the pain from getting out. No way in hell he wanted to appear vulnerable in front of his wife and his fellow employee. Thankfully, although it may not have appeared that way to the COO of the WWE, time did actually progress, and the pain that stabbed inside of him also dwindled.
Triple H would not have to keep a tough façade for much longer; as the anguish diminished inside his hole, pleasure would be its replacement. Moans started to ooze out of Hunter's mouth, as Stephanie would finally find ease in plunging inside the former's heat.
Yet, as Stephanie thrusted in and out of the loosening pucker, she could see a deflated look from Brad through the corner of her eye. She couldn't just leave him out to watch, not when this was supposed to be his night…plus Stephanie hoped this would prove to Brad she was more selfless than her husband. That way, she could easily get whatever information she needed out of him whenever she wanted.
Pulling the strap-on out of her spouse's ass, Stephanie shifted her glance towards the younger man. "Are you ready to climax, Brad?" Her question was met with a quick nod. "Good. Why don't you return the favour to my husband? Ejaculate inside him just like he ejaculated inside you."
"Really, Steph? Out of all the words you had to use, and you used ejaculate?" Hunter looked behind, yet staying in the position he was currently in. Now that Stephanie had given him pleasure, he wanted more, no matter who it was from. "You're not a sex-ed teacher, yanno?"
"And you have no right to talk, unless you want me to implement that sex ban…" The sound of silence was exactly what Stephanie wanted to hear, putting a smirk on her face. "…just as I thought." She now turned to Brad, smirking like the cat who just nabbed the cream. "What are you waiting for, Brad? My husband's waiting for you."
Brad thankfully kept his mouth shut; otherwise, he'd likely fumble over his words. Instead, Brad silently positioned himself behind Triple H, eventually mustering up the courage to just force his throbbing cock inside the older man's hole.
Brad was worried about how Triple H would react to the anal intrusion that just transpired, but evidently, he didn't have any reason to worry. Triple H responded to Brad entering his taut pucker with a pleasured moan, satisfied that the empty feeling inside of him was empty no more.
Hearing his boss moan in pleasure fuelled Brad to thrust more vigorously; grabbing Triple H's jiggling cheeks and using that grip to heighten the intensity of his thrusts, getting closer and closer to hitting Hunter's prostate.
Stephanie happily watched from the sidelines, as Brad pounded into her husband's hole; hearing both men moan in bliss. And those moans only increased in volume and passion when Brad would manage to hit Triple H's prostate.
Triple H's masculinity was slowly starting to fade; a wave of gusto instead rushing through his blood, taking control of his body. He even pushed back against Brad's waist, allowing the younger man's balls to slap hard against his jiggling ass, not caring if he felt little drops of Brad's sweat trickle down onto his back.
Quite frankly, Brad didn't care about his sweaty state either, or how curly his hair was, for that matter; he was too busy slamming into Triple H's loosening hole, rubbing his pulsating head against the COO's sacrosanct sweet spot.
Eventually, the seemingly endless bliss that came with fucking his boss in the ass would soon have to end. The string of pitchy whines that flowed from Brad's mouth like fine wine would reach its finale, building up to one final screech of absolute ecstasy, as he filled the hole he had ardently fucked with his gooey release.
The sound of hands slowly clapping together overpowered Brad's (and to an extent, Triple H's) panting. Both men gradually gained enough energy to turn their heads back, managing to regain enough of their breath to look at the vivacious daughter of Vince McMahon. "I'm impressed, boys. You two put on quite a show. Paul; you've redeemed yourself for earlier. Brad; I can safely say on behalf of myself and my husband that we both look very forward to working with you."
As she spoke, Stephanie unattached the strap-on from her waist, dropping it to the floor, giving both the General Manager of RAW and the COO of the WWE a perfect view of her succulent womanhood. "Now I hope you two have enough energy to take care of me." Judging by the size of the grins plastered on the two masculine faces, Stephanie needed no other response, as she parted her thighs.
Stephanie couldn't be any more thankful that Vickie Guerrero was no longer General Manager of RAW. This encounter surely wouldn't have been nearly as satisfactory with her presence.
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