Date: Fri, 9 Jan 2009 15:25:09 +0000
From: Ashley Miller <mryouknowwho2008@hotmail.co.uk>
Subject: Miz and Morrison Chapter 2

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction and is not supposed to imply anything
about the celebrities and characters mentioned or their sexuality. This
story contains scenes of a homosexual nature, if you are not of the legal
age to view this material then please leave. Feedback is always welcomed at
mryouknowwho2008@hotmail.co.uk

This chapter of the story is due to a good idea that I got via
feedback. There's two parts to this chapter so it's going to be quite long,
if you don't like the first pairing then ya can just skip to the second, I
suppose that's a bonus.


Miz and Morrison -- Chapter 2. Part One - Miz


It had been a week since Miz and Morrison's encounter and Miz in particular
couldn't stop thinking about it. Everytime he'd seen Morrison in the last
week he just wondered how long he'd been thinking about him like that and
how long he'd wanted to suck his cock. Miz was trying hard to put the
thoughts out of his mind but they just wouldn't go. He himself was
beginning to look at guys differently. It wasn't just the thoughts he was
wondering about, he wanted to know what Morrison felt when the cock was
shoved into his mouth. Secretly Miz had begun to develop the idea that he
wanted to be in the position that Morrison was in last time.

But he couldn't go to Morrison and quickly switch roles, not after their
last encounter. Miz had been so forceful and dominating that to ask
Morrison to do those kinda things to him would just confuse the already
confusing relationship that they had. He needed someone who would keep it a
secret. He needed someone manly and tough who would be forceful with him,
maybe even more forceful than he'd been with his best friend. He also
needed someone who he found attractive which was proving difficult because
up until he started having these thoughts he never considered himself
anything other than straight. That week they'd been set up in another tag
team match, which meant he had to see John Morrison again. Once again they
were having to face Kofi Kingston but this time he was with Rey
Mysterio. It was obvious from their in ring performance that Miz and
Morrison were a little off with each other, they didn't seem as bonded
before, even if they technically were more-so now.

After the match Miz immediately got showered and left before Morrison could
make it back. He didn't want one of those awkward moments where no one
knows what to say, although he was considerably charismatic in the ring,
he'd never made his best friend suck him off before so he wasn't really
sure what to say afterwards. He took this opportunity to go and find
someone who would treat him how he wanted to be treated. But who could he
find, he'd been struggling with it throughout the day. He couldn't think of
anyone. That's when he saw a locker room door with a superstars name stuck
onto the front of it with big bold letters. He thought to himself for a
minute and then smiled thinking "yea, it could work with him." As Miz
opened the door there was no one around. He walked inside and took a quick
look around. He found some underwear on the floor that had obviously been
worn during a match that week, he picked it up and put it to his face and
took a deep sniff.

"So what do we have here?" A voice was heard behind him and Miz felt
trapped but couldn't help as a small smile crept across his face. He turned
around and came face to face with the man who's locker room it really was.

"Cena."

"The reply to that was supposed to be that you can explain why you're in
here with your face buried in my dirty jock."

"Umm..." All of Miz's charisma had suddenly drained from him. In front of
him stood the champ wearing nothing but his baggy denim shorts. Miz
couldn't help but lust after the champs body, it was practically perfect in
every way.

"Well the only reason I can think of you not replying is that it's exactly
what it looks like."

"Listen Cena, we need to talk." Miz dropped the dirty jock back onto the
floor and paced the floor for a few seconds with his head held low trying
to think of what to say. When he brought his head back up again he was met
with the perfection that was John Cena who was now standing almost on top
of him.

"We don't need to talk at all. You need to shut your mouth until I tell you
to open it again, and trust me, you won't be opening it to speak." Miz
nodded and Cena reached out and grabbed Miz's bulge firmly. Miz was in pain
but couldn't help feel his cock grow. "I thought you'd like this. Now
strip." Cena let go of his cock and walked over to the door and locked
it. When he turned back he saw Miz already down to his tight boxers. With a
quick look at Cena, Miz quickly shed his boxers and stood there naked. He
felt even more vulnerable being naked in front of someone who wasn't. "Turn
around and bend over, I need to inspect you." Miz did as he was told and
soon felt Cena's hands on his cheeks, spreading them apart. "A virgin."

"How can you tell?"

"This isn't my first time at breaking in a virgin." Miz panicked, he didn't
wanna have a cock up his ass, he'd never even considered that. He'd just
wondered what it'd be like to suck someone's cock.

"No, I don't..."

"You'll do what I say remember. The best way to break in a virgin is nice
and roughly, then they know what it's really like." Cena went over to a
small bag he kept in the corner and pulled out some black tape and a large
dildo.

"You just carry those around with you?" Miz asked curiously.

"You're not the only one around here who's into this kinda thing. Trust me
there's superstars lining up around the arena to get fucked or suck a
cock." Cena stretched out some of the tape and smiled. Miz began to panic
more now but before he could do anything he felt his hands being taped to
the table legs in front of him, then his feet were taped to the other
legs. Cena moved round to the front of Miz and dropped his shorts, showing
Miz one of the biggest cocks he'd ever seen, that man was the champ for a
reason, 10 inches of perfection. Without warning Cena shoved his cock
straight into Miz's mouth and began to fuck his throat roughly. Miz had
never felt so humiliated in his life. Here he was tied to a table with a
guy shoving his cock down his throat. He felt tears running down his cheeks
and Cena soon took pity on him by removing his cock from his mouth but
still slapped it around his face.

"Please don't fuck me with that thing, it's too big."

"You don't seriously think I was just going to give you the champs cock?
You don't deserve the champs cock yet. You're going to have to earn that."
With that Miz felt something cool on his hole, Cena was obviously lubing
him up, but for what. "You're getting my nice dildo first. Trust me, this
has broken many virgins, a few of them are people you've wrestled in your
career. Imagine that, two of my little superstars in the ring together,
rolling around touching each other. That would be hot."

"Who?"

"Maybe another time I'll have myself a little bitch boy gang bang. For now
though..." Cena finished his sentence by shoving an inch or two of the
dildo into Miz's virgin hole.

"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" Miz struggled like mad against his restraints and Cena
smiled. He saw Miz crying more and simply pushed hard. Miz could feel his
hole burning but still taking more of that dildo inside of him. "How can I
stop it hurting!?" Miz cried in pain.

"Accept it." Cena smiled and pushed harder, within seconds the whole dildo
was buried deep inside Miz's ass. Cena laughed as he saw what a quivering
wreck Miz had become. He pulled the dildo out of Miz's ass then quickly
inserted it again, causing a loud howl from Miz. "Tell you what, I'll let
you go now if you agree to one thing."

"Anything, yes, I'll do it."

"Alright then." Cena removed the dildo from Miz's ass and then cut the
tapes that held him to the table. Miz quickly got dressed and was about to
leave until Cena stopped him. "You forgot your forfeit."

"What?"

"Well I stopped because you agreed to do something for me." Miz nodded and
Cena smiled the biggest smile of his life before producing a medium sized
butt plug from the bag. "I want you to shove this up your ass and then
wrestle your next match with it still inside you." Miz's eyes widened in
shock, what had he just agreed to.



Miz and Morrison -- Chapter 2. Part Two -- Morrison

Morrison couldn't help but think about his latest conquest with Miz. Unlike
Miz, Morrison did view it as a conquest. He'd waited months, close to a
year or so to get Miz and now he'd finally done it. He'd finally had his
best friends cock inside his mouth, even better, he'd had his best friends
cum all over his face. Morrison loved the idea of this but apparently Miz
didn't. He'd been avoiding Morrison all week and he just couldn't
understand why, he thought Miz had enjoyed it. Morrison desperately wanted
to find out but didn't dare bring it up, he knew Miz only talked about what
he wanted to. Even in their match Miz had tried to avoid him, the two of
them just didn't seem to click anymore which many reporters talked about,
calling it a "damned shame".

Morrison couldn't handle anymore, after their match with Rey and Kofi he'd
left Miz go back to their locker room while he went for a walk around the
arena. He didn't know why he did but he always did when he was angry, it
cleared his head and that's just what he needed right now. He needed to
stop thinking about Miz and get his life back on track, a week ago
everything had been perfect, now they were getting dominated in the ring by
guys like Rey Mysterio who are half their size. The idea of being dominated
in the ring turned Morrison on so much, he couldn't help but think of being
tied up naked in the ring when someone's entrance music hits and they come
down to the ring and make him do all sorts of things. The only thing that
was missing now was who's entrance music it was. He couldn't indentify the
music, it was a blend of superstars from his fantasies.

Morrison continued his walk, even considering going to see Stephanie
McMahon and asking her to come up with another storyline for them, maybe
one where they split up and went at it as singles wrestlers. He'd like to
have a proper well developed storyline, the closest they'd come in the past
few months was a slight feud with Cryme Tyme which was hardly feud of the
century.

"John Morrison, straying a little far from Miz's side aren't ya?" Morrison
turned around to see Batista standing behind him.

"I needed a walk, I'm allowed to walk." Batista didn't say anything, he
just grabbed Morrison by the arm and dragged him into a nearby room. It was
Stephanie's office but according to the note on her desk she'd left the
arena early to deal with something. Batista pushed Morrison into the office
and locked the door behind him.

"Nobody talks to me like that." Batista hadn't been this angry for a while,
in fact he was usually quite passive until provoked.

"Look Batista, I need to go." Morrison tried to walk past him but Batista
wasn't allowing it. He grabbed Morrison and threw him onto the
couch. Morrison smiled suddenly, realising what the problem was with The
Animal. He saw a large tent in Batista's red spandex briefs and immediately
knew. He walked up to Batista and placed his hand on his tented briefs. "I
can solve your problem." Morrison leaned in to kiss Batista but Batista
pulled away.

"I don't kiss dudes." Morrison frowned but felt Batista's hand on his head
guiding him downwards. He reluctantly succumbed to Batista's grasp and fell
to his knees. He pulled the front of the briefs down to reveal Batista's 9
inch cock. Within seconds he took it into his mouth and began sucking
it. He heard Batista moaning and complimenting him on how much of a "good
cocksucker" he was. He loved being told he was good at something he loved
to do. He reached round and grabbed hold of Batista's meaty ass cheeks and
began to hold onto them as he forced Batista's cock further into his own
mouth. "I've had enough." Batista pulled his cock out of his mouth and
picked Morrison up off the floor. He quickly leaned forward and ripped
Morrison's own tight clothes from him leaving them in tatters on the floor.

"What now?" Morrison's question was answered when Batista swept his arms
across the desk, knocking everything off onto the floor. Morrison hopped up
onto the desk and Batista pulled him to the edge so his ass was hanging
off. Morrison smiled as he felt Batista's cock poking at his hole and then
filled with pleasure and ecstasy when it finally burst through the ring and
filled him up. Batista wasn't an easy going person, he just pushed it right
in, ignoring any pain and discomfort Morrison might've been feeling.

"You like that? You like The Animals cock deep inside your ass?"

"Fuck yes, I fucking love it! Harder!" Batista complied with Morrison's
request and shoved his cock in harder and faster. The whole desk was
shaking and banging against the floor, the noise could surely be heard
outside of the room. Just as Morrison was beginning to get adjusted to this
position he felt Batista's hands underneath his arms and lifting him off
the desk. With his cock still inside Morrison he took him over to the wall
and began pounding him furiously against it. Morrison wrapped his legs
around Batista and began to moan like the bitch that he was
becoming. Batista meanwhile wasn't moaning but was grunting and really
thrusting hard inside the smaller man.

Morrison could feel himself getting close and within seconds felt his own
cum shooting out of his cock and covering his stomach and Batista's
chest. Morrison's ass muscles clenching pushed Batista over the edge as he
began to cum inside Morrison's tight ass. When the two of them were
finished, Batista dropped Morrison to his feet and pulled his spandex
briefs back on. He left the room and Morrison was left lying on the couch
with his clothes torn to shreds and Batista's cum dripping out of his
ass. He put two fingers into his ass and then brought them to his mouth and
smiled and pure joy.



This chapter was longer due to amazing feedback I got. I do really
appreciate feedback because it makes my stories a lot more in depth and
interesting. You can suggest, criticise or compliment anything you like.