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Day of Event – April 14th 2014
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Believe in the Shield!
Pfft…that was laughable. Tonight was all about believing in Evolution. The Shield had luck on their side for far too long. Triple H (of course with Batista and Randy Orton by his side) proved that tonight when he made sure The Shield weren't to overcome the odds this time, destroying each and every one of them in the ring when their apparent 11-on-3 handicap match was meant to take place.
The audience now knew that Evolution meant business, and soon The Shield would learn the same, if they had not done so already.
In fact, Triple H made sure that he and the rest of The Authority (excluding Kane and Brad Maddox) would teach The Shield lessons in respect, starting with the cockiest member of the trio: Roman Reigns.
After receiving a brutal Pedigree in front of millions, Roman Reigns' state of unconsciousness gave Triple H all the time he needed to instruct the rest of Evolution to carry Roman's body back to his office.
It was a shame that nobody was able to see Roman's senseless body carried by Evolution. Would've really given Triple H some pleasure to stir some shit up about Roman.
But regardless, Triple H still made sure he would give Roman Reigns a lesson in modesty to remember. In the COO's mind, if it worked on Randy Orton, then there would be no problem working on Roman Reigns.
Opening the door to his office, Triple H ordered Randy and Batista to drop Roman straight to the floor, so his lesson in humility could finally take place.
Granted, after filing her nails in her husband's office, there was one member of The Authority who was just a little surprised at what just happened. "I know you wanted your boys to drop Roman, honey, but if he gets an injury, it could end up getting us a lawsuit if we aren't careful!"
"Relax, Steph. You worry too much." Triple H chuckled. "If Roman's the man he says he is, then he'd be able to take a little bump to the old noggin." The COO said, then turning to the two younger men. "You can strip now. We three will do to Roman what I and Ric did to you two a decade ago."
"Heh. It's been a long time coming." Orton smirked, quickly kicking off his boots and yanking down his trunks, not wanting to wait to expose his nudity.
"As long as it's worth it for us." Batista muttered to himself, slower to undress, as he also eventually stripped completely naked.
"I see you two are eager to get started." Triple H chuckled again, as he took off his office clothes, slinging his articles of clothing to the floor until he joined his Evolution teammates by being as stark naked as Batista and Randy were. "Well, have as much fun with Roman as you two want, for now anyway. I'll be the first to make sure my loving wife fully condones our actions…you two may have to do the same once I'm ready to teach Roman some respect."
"Oh, I won't have any problems with that." Randy smirked, positioning himself behind Roman, zealously yanking down Roman's pants, unveiling his thick, ample ass. "You take Roman's mouth first, Dave." Randy said, looking directly at Batista.
"Oh yeah? Who says you get to go first, Randy?" Batista scowled, eyeing up Roman's exposed butt.
"Me, because you'll make him looser than a ring rat by the time you're done with him, and how the hell can I have any fun with that?" Randy said, before ramming his cock inside Roman's small pucker, causing the Samoan to gain consciousness from the sudden rush of pain he felt in his insides.
"What the fuck are you doing?" Roman cried out in pain, feeling Randy use brute force to bury his cock inside the younger man's clenching passage.
"Oh, so he's finally awake." Triple H said, moving his head away from Stephanie's thighs so he could guffaw at Roman's predicament. "You might wanna take off that little vest of yours, Roman, unless you want your little Shield buddies to see how much of a slut you are with cum all over it."
"Come on, honey." Stephanie said, guiding her husband's head back between her thighs. "Less time on Roman, more time on me."
Triple H would've muttered something to retort, but when he was between his wife's legs, he knew talking wasn't the right thing to do. That's why he simply shrugged Stephanie's comments off, before he'd adjust her panties, plunging his tongue deep inside her moist heat.
"Oh, that's good, honey." Stephanie moaned, keeping her husband's head buried between her parted thighs, feeling him ardently lick her sweet cunt and getting it wet in a matter of brief, fleeting moments.
Triple H could never resist the enticing scent of Stephanie's nectary goodness, hungrily lapping up every drop of his wife's juices that dripped from her pussy. His nose was pressed against her dampening vulva, breathing in the sweetness that oozed out of his wife's orifice.
The eagerness shown by Triple H to pleasure his wife matched the eagerness shown by Randy Orton and Batista, both of whom gladly filling Roman's ass and mouth (respectively) with their large cocks.
And for now, Roman wasn't going to fight against it. He may have had a short temper, but he wasn't stupid. He knew that the best time to strike would be when Randy and Batista were in a completely relaxed state, so ideally after they would each climax. That was why for now, Roman played ball with Evolution, giving those fools exactly what they wanted, before they'd each feel a lethal Superman Punch connect against their jaws.
Pride comes before a fall; Roman would make sure of that. Roman slurped on Batista's hard dick, and rocked back swiftly against Randy's muscular waist, the Samoan made sure to build up Evolution's pride, making them so confident he wouldn't do shit…and then bamn! He'd hit them where it hurts.
Yeah, Roman planned on that happening. But for now, Roman would have to suck up his own pride…and also Batista's dick. Bobbing his head up and down, Roman used those oral skills he learned from Seth to pleasure Batista as much as he could.
Of course he wasn't perfect at giving head, considering how dominant he was, and with how much strength Batista incorporated into his thrusts, it wasn't much of a surprise for Evolution to hear Roman gag on Batista's cock more often than not.
But Batista would be lying if he said that he didn't enjoy it. The more sadistic part of Batista thrived on hearing his rival choke on his dick. It made the older man continue to relentlessly thrust his manhood deep inside Roman's mouth, forcing more gags to come from The Shield member.
And Randy would also be a liar if he was to say that mercilessly stretching the size of Roman's asshole didn't bring him some pleasure.
He could tell that not many people had been inside Roman's ass prior to this, probably just Dean and Seth. That made this moment even sweeter for Randy, since he could brag about being one of the very few to actually fuck Roman Reigns.
Licking his lips, Randy callously squeezed Roman's jiggling ass cheeks whilst drilling inside Roman's slackening pucker. Occasionally spanking the younger man, Randy did this to try and gain as much of a reaction from Roman as he could. Randy wanted to hear Roman whine or muffle; he wanted to hear Roman bitch about this was unfair and how he shouldn't be doing this.
But with a cock in Roman's mouth, it was more of a challenge for Randy to make Roman whine loud enough to be audibly clear to all members of Evolution. It was a good thing Randy liked a challenge, or else his anger would've shown, and he'd end up hurting Roman more than he wanted (yes, that was possible).
Vehemently hammering away inside the loosening passage, Randy plunged deeper inside Roman's hole with every powerful thrust he gave, until he could delve no further, hitting Roman's prostate and making the Shield member unleash a vociferous string of pleasured sounds, even if they were still muffled.
For the first time in this orgy, Roman actually felt pleasure run through his body, as Randy would repeatedly jab at his sweet spot, unlocking an endless quantity of pleasure for his audible pleasure.
Roman could feel his cock grow erect from the powerful waves of ecstasy that rushed through his blood whenever Randy was able to hit Roman's sweet spot. The Samoan was moaning on Batista's dick, starting to hungrily suck on the large dick, feeling it throb inside his mouth, pretty much at the same time Roman felt Randy's dick throb inside his ass.
It only took a couple more thrusts from the younger members of Evolution, before they would roar domineeringly and in unison, before they would feel their thick loads of cum surge inside Roman's body, with Randy making sure every drop was spent inside Roman's loosened ass, and Batista making sure that Roman had swallowed every last drop of his release, before The Animal pulled out.
Randy wasn't as eager to end the fucking he gave to Roman, continuing to thrust inside Roman's ass, even after his climax. It wasn't until Batista had to speak up that Randy even noticed the larger man standing beside him.
"You're fucking done, Orton. It's my turn now!" Batista snarled, looking at his teammate.
"Who do you think you are, telling me when I'm done, Dave?"
"I'm somebody you need to respect, Orton. I'm sure you don't want a repeat of when I beat your ass two weeks ago."
No matter how much Triple H wanted to block out the petty bickering between Randy and Batista, he could still hear the two grown men snarl at each other. "Play nice, kids. Randy, switch places with Dave already. Dave, keep your mouth zipped and focus more on teaching that little Shield punk a lesson in modesty." The COO grunted, as he thrusted into Stephanie's pussy, at a much slower pace due to temporarily putting all his attention towards playing the peacemaker of the squabbling between his two allies.
Muttering to themselves, Randy and Batista ultimately followed their leader's orders, with Randy pulling out of Roman's ass, allowing Batista to take control of the Samoan's slackened asshole.
Stephanie couldn't conceal a slight chuckle from hearing Randy and Batista following her husband's orders. Power was such a turn-on to Stephanie, and knowing that she and her husband were the most powerful figures in this room (and aside from her father, in this company) made her more aroused than ever. "I love it when you're in power, honey."
"So do I, Steph. So do I." Triple H chuckled alongside his wife, as he went back to fucking his wife's wet pussy at an impressively quick pace. His cock was buried inside her dampened core, thanks to feeling Stephanie spread her legs wider apart, giving the COO more access to give his wife the pounding that she desperately needed.
In fact, a pussy-pounding wasn't the only thing Stephanie needed. Looking at Stephanie's tits jiggle around with every powerful thrust he gave, Triple H was reminded of how long ago it was that he last played with those Billion Dollar fun bags.
Ripping Stephanie's vibrant blue dress apart, Triple H would quickly grope those busty tits the second they were unveiled to his lustful eyes, sensually squeezing the jiggling mammaries with his large hands.
"Hey!" Stephanie gasped, from feeling her dress getting ripped open and also feeling her husband delve deep inside her tight cunt. "That was an expensive dress, Hunter! I hope you plan on paying for a new one."
"Sure. You probably wouldn't let me hear the end of it if I didn't." Triple H chuckled, as he latched his lips against one of Stephanie's nipples, ravenously sucking on the hardening nub, whilst his tongue swirled around his wife's areola simultaneously, making her forget almost instantly about the dress that was no longer in perfect condition.
Wanna know what else wasn't in perfect condition any longer? Roman's asshole. He'd attest to that, after feeling Randy ruthlessly stretch the size of it with his harsh thrusts, and Batista stretching Roman's hole even wider, mostly due to the sheer size of his cock, but also partially due to his powerful thrusts.
Batista carelessly smacked Roman's thick ass cheeks, as he powered his way inside Roman's formerly taut passage, being even more careless with The Shield member than Randy had been.
Roman quickly understood why he had despised this encounter before feeling Randy hit his prostate. Batista was absolutely reckless when fucking somebody, and Randy was even greedier than he was before, thrusting his cock deep inside Roman's mouth, face-fucking The Shield member, smacking his balls against Roman's jaw.
All Roman could taste right now was cock, and nothing but cock, and it was really starting to piss him off. Maybe if Batista and Randy actually took more care with his body, instead of treating it like some cheap hooker, then he might have let them cum twice out of the goodness of his heart.
But since that didn't happen, and since Roman's temper was starting to get the better of him, it was time for those Superman Punches to be delivered. Roman bit down hard on Randy's cock, forcing Randy to pull out of his mouth.
"What the fuck was that, you little bitch? You better fucking—" BAM! Superman Punch right to the nuts, causing Randy to sink to his knees and try to heal his manhood. Before Randy even had the time to verbally react to that sudden punch, he received another fist from Roman, this time straight in the jaw, knocking him out cold.
"I ain't your damn bitch, Orton. I'm nobody's bitch." Roman smirked, before he'd break free from Batista, wriggling away from the muscular Superstar. Once Roman no longer had a cock in his ass, he quickly rose to his feet, facing Batista "And that goes for your old ass too, Dave. You don't control shit when I'm around."
"It's Batista to you, Reigns, and I just controlled you and that tight little ass of yours. Deal with it. You are my bitch." BAM! A punch quickly sent Batista into the realm of unconsciousness, as the older man's body fell to the floor.
"No. If anything, you two are my bitches." Roman smirked at his handiwork, looking at the unconscious figures of Randy Orton and Batista, all due to him and his powerful fist. He would've gladly gloated some more and thrown in a Bitchtista joke somewhere, but Triple H made sure that wouldn't happen.
Forcefully turning Roman around, Triple H kicked Roman straight in the nuts, using Roman's weakened state to set him up for a Pedigree. "How dare you defy The Authority, Reigns. Who do you think you are, carelessly assaulting two of our—"
"You done yet?" Roman smirked, flicking his tongue against the crimson head of his boss' cock. Thankfully all was not lost just yet. "You'll probably get over it if I give you head, right?"
"You think I'm that easy, Reigns?"
"And if I said yes?"
"Then you'd be damn wrong." Triple H smirked, and that was the moment Roman expected to receive a Pedigree straight onto the office floor. But he didn't. Instead, Triple H actually loosened his grip, allowing Roman to stand and look at the smirk from the older man. "You suck my dick and take it in your ass, and I'll think about forgiving you for what you just did."
"Fine, but I suck your dick without you face-fucking me or any of that shit; and I get to choose what position you fuck me in; andI get a piece of your fine ass wife." Roman smirked, eyeing up Stephanie's naked body.
"Are you really trying to compromise with me after what you just did?" Triple H snarled. "Do you—"
"That's actually a good idea." Stephanie's sudden input caused her husband's eyes to widen in shock. "What? Come on, honey. I need some pleasure too, and I know I can make Roman submit to The Authority."
Triple H actually took a good second or two to think about what his wife just said, and to make sure his mind wasn't playing tricks with him. He tried pinching himself…twice, but that didn't work, so that really must have just happened. "I hope you know what you're talking about, Steph." The COO shook his head in disapproval, before he looked to Roman. "Well, apparently we have a deal, since my wife's in a very generous mood. You better take advantage of it while you can, Reigns, before we both decide to rightfully kick your ass."
"Yeah, 'cuz you're too pussy whipped to do otherwise." Roman smirked, sinking to his knees as he opened his mouth to engulf Triple H's cock, moistening the phallic length with his saliva.
Triple H really regretted following his wife's decision, because right now, there was nothing more he would have loved to do than to beat the consciousness out of the handsome younger man. The only good thing right now was that Roman stayed quiet, deciding to finally put his mouth to good use and suck cock like he was meant to.
Stephanie always felt aroused when she saw others pleasure her husband, especially when it was men who pleasured her husband. She knew that she should have been jealous of the sight, but Stephanie knew that the others posed no threat to her marriage. Triple H could have the entire roster suck his dick, but Stephanie knew that at the end of the day, he would be coming home to her. She had trust in him, just like he had trust in her. That was why he followed Stephanie's advice, and that was also why he would let her fuck whoever she wanted, because she was the Queen of this company.
Massaging her breasts, little moans seeped out of Stephanie's mouth, as she watched Roman fervently bob his head up and down Triple H's cock. This was more arousing than she expected it to be. She sat on her husband's desk and played with her moist clit, once she saw Roman suck on every inch of Triple H's dick, deepthroating her husband like no other man could.
So far, this actually wasn't as bad as Roman anticipated it to be. Triple H actually stayed true to his word, letting Roman orally pleasure the older man at his own pace. Granted, it'd have to take some type of deceitful backstabber to go against your word, but Roman didn't expect anything less than deceit from Triple H, so that alone impressed him.
Slobbering on the saliva-coated cock that filled his orifice, Roman briefly looked up to see the sheer look of pleasure on Triple H's face. Roman could've chosen that as his moment to bite down on his rival's dick, just like he did to Randy. But a small part of Roman didn't want this fun to end so soon, and Roman was really horny at the moment.
That was why once Roman was done pressing his nose against Hunter's thick pubic hairs, he took the older man's cock out of his mouth and rose to his feet. "I don't need to ask if you liked that, 'cuz we both know you did."
"Damn right I did. Why the hell did you stop?"
Roman's answer wasn't verbal, but physical instead. Laying on the desk, Roman parted his legs wide in the air to give Triple H a good view of his ass. "That's why, boss. Now you gonna stand there or are you gonna fuck me?"
"I think you know exactly what I'm gonna do." Triple H smirked, pulling Roman's legs closer to him, so he'd have more ease ramming his pulsating cock into the ass that Randy Orton had already came inside. As soon as his manhood was firmly buried inside Roman, Triple H glanced behind to see his wife was making her way over to Roman, climbing up on the desk.
"I hope you're ready to show how sorry you are for your actions towards Randy and Dave." Stephanie said, before she straddled Roman's face, not wanting to waste any time feeling pleasured by the younger man. Like always, Stephanie quickly got what she wanted, as she felt Roman's tongue plunge inside her velvety sweetness quicker than she anticipated.
Spreading the older woman's thighs further apart with his hands, Roman was ardent in fucking Stephanie's pussy with his tongue, eager to swallow any juices that fell onto his tongue.
Roman didn't give a damn about what The Authority's intentions were with him; he just wanted to enjoy the sex he was being given, hence why he happily munched away at Stephanie's moistening vulva, eating it like it was his last meal, cliché as it may have been.
Plus, Triple H was actually pretty romantic when it came down to intercourse. Not particularly something Roman was overly keen on, but it felt much better than Batista and Randy's harsh treatment of his body. Just for that, Roman spread his legs wider, feeling the older man delve deeper inside his asshole.
Snapping his hips forward, Triple H edged closer to Roman's sweet spot, eliciting more and more pleasure from the younger man, until he finally managed to jab the head of his throbbing cock against Roman's prostate, forcing the younger man's hole to suddenly clench tight against the other man's phallic length.
Triple H couldn't last any longer, after finding it almost impossible to thrust any further when Roman's core clamped down on his pulsating cock, which pretty much only made the inevitable happen at a quicker time. Plunging deep one last time inside of Roman's loosened hole, Triple H grunted loudly, before he filled Roman's cum-drenched ass with his own gooey load.
Stephanie was so close to joining her husband, as she eagerly rode Roman's face, feeling the young man's tongue often jab deep inside her pussy, almost reaching her g-spot. The businesswoman couldn't stop her body from trembling due to the sheer pleasure Roman was providing. The man, much like most of his cousins, clearly knew how to use his tongue, expertly continuing to lap his wriggling tongue against any juices that trickled to the moist organ.
But unfortunately for Stephanie, she wouldn't gain a pleasurable end to this encounter, feeling her husband pull Roman away from her quivering body just before she was going to erupt in an orgasmic explosion. And it was clear from the expression on his face that Roman was just as angry about this as Stephanie was.
"You wanna tell me what that was all about, old man?"
"Do I really need to spell it out, boy?" Hunter scoffed at Roman. "This was never about your pleasure. I used you to make me cum, and now that I got what I wanted, your services in my office are no longer required."
"Oh, is that so?" Roman asked, discreetly clenching his fist out of frustration.
"Damn right it is. So leave my office right—" BAM! For the third time in less than fifteen minutes, and Roman had Superman Punched the last member of Evolution into unconsciousness.
"You're damn right I'm leaving your office…" Roman looked down at Triple H's fallen figure with disdain, before glancing at Stephanie's naked body, smirking at the aesthetically pleasing sight. "…but your fine ass wife is coming straight with me."
"Excuse me?" Stephanie raised an eyebrow. "Exactly who do you think you're talking to, Roman?"
"Somebody who desperately needs to cum." Roman smirked, seeing Stephanie close her legs slightly, probably to try and conceal how wet she was. "I could sense it, babe. Don't you wanna cum already? Don't you want me licking that pussy 'til it squirts all over my face?" Stephanie barely held in a moan from the explicit language she heard, but her facial expression was telling enough to Roman, who smirked. "Thought so."
Grabbing Stephanie's wrist, Roman gently pulled Stephanie out of Triple H's office, much to her embarrassment (and understandably so, considering she was still stark naked!) "Can I at least not bring my dress?!"
"You won't need it." Roman said, dragging Stephanie to The Shield's locker room, thankful it was too late for any of the backstage crew to be around. "I'll have Dean or Seth get you a new one, as long as you end up believing in the Shield."
Believe in the Shield? Suddenly that wasn't as laughable as it was an hour ago.
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It's a bit of a shame that Roman wasn't the Shield Member that ended up aligned with Evolution, because that would've made this chapter just a little easier. Saying that, this was also a nice chapter for me to write, since Roman's received more of a character recently^^
Here's what's coming your way next:
~ Daniel Bryan (Bottom)/Dean Ambrose (Top)/Paige (Versatile) (Requested by AJLeeCrazyChicks)
~ Bad News Barrett (Bottom)/Paige (Versatile)/Sheamus (Versatile) (Requested by 1901)
~ Cameron (Bottom)/Dean Ambrose (Top)/Jey Uso (Top)/Paige (Versatile) (Requested by Cybella)
~ Cameron (Bottom)/Dean Ambrose (Top)/Naomi (Bottom)/Roman Reigns (Top) (Requested by mzdoodleauntie26)
~ Bo Dallas (Top)/Eva Marie (Bottom)/Stardust (Bottom) (Requested by me)
One chapter to go until I can accept requests again!