Date: Mon, 30 Jul 2012 20:13:57 +0100 From: Scott Dera <scottdera@hotmail.co.uk> Subject: The Erotic Era of WWE Part 1 Disclaimer: This is a fictional story involving gay sex between consenting adults. I am in no way suggesting that the characters involved, or the wrestlers who play them, are gay. I have no idea of their sexuality. It is not intended to imply the true sexuality of the celebrities involved or any personal knowledge of their private lives. The characters involved are copyrighted by World Wrestling Entertainment. The Erotic Era of WWE Part 1 A new month in the WWE started but figures were still down. Vince McMahon himself pushed the creative team to the limit, trying to find new ways of overcoming their recent slump but just a week short of the extravaganza the idea finally rose... 1 WEEK BEFORE SURVIVOR SERIES Vince McMahon was sat inside his spacious office, head between his hands. After looking at the figures for WWE's recent Vengeance pay-per-view and seeing them lower than ever, the senior McMahon was frustrated. But it was as his head was in his hands that there was a slight knock on the door but before he could consider answering, the person entered. Vince looked up from his desk and saw the person in front of him, his daughter Stephanie McMahon. "Stephanie? What an earth are you doing here?" Vince enquired Stephanie smiled lightly as she took a seat in front of her dad and the desk. "What, not happy to see me pops?" Stephanie asked with a raised eyebrow "Well its your day off you should be enjoying yourself!" "I know daddy, I know" Stephanie sighed It was rare that the McMahon sibling ever got a day off from her duties but it seemed that everytime she did she seemed to be back at work for one reason or another. "But I have some news! I've been talking with Hunter and we both think we have an idea on ways to, how should I put it, improve the 'morale' within the locker room and from that as Hunter pointed out to me, should increase passion and story for each match meaning people might become more interested" Stephanie remarked Vince's ears pricked up. "I'm listening" "Well daddy, me and Hunter thought it be a good idea if all superstars faced off against each other in specially organised matches before each event, pay-per-views more importantly." Stephanie said "What kind of matches? I can't afford even more production then we already have, the new network is draining me!" Vince sighed "Oh don't worry daddy, it won't need any kind of funding or even any set, not that I think anyway; unless you agree to this idea and make some yourself if that's your thing." Stephanie insisted "Okay that sounds reasonable, so what is this idea exactly?" Vince leaned in a little "Well daddy..." Stephanie smirked ********** 2 DAYS BEFORE SURVIVOR SERIES Only 48 hours to go until the Survivor Series pay-per-view and at Madison Square Gardens in New York City the entire cast of WWE superstars were standing inside a very spacious lockeroom. A low hum of conversation could be heard as none of the men knew exactly why they were there and also questioned as to why none of the WWE Diva's hadn't needed to attend. The superstars continued to talk it out whilst outside Vince McMahon was stood nervous as hell as a small bead of sweat ran down his withering face whilst his daughter Stephanie McMahon stood by him looking a lot cheerier. "Daddy why're you so nervous? Everything is gonna be fine" Stephanie reassured "Like hell it will be! You really think these jacked up muscle heads are gonna be up to this?! This is insane, I don't know why I agreed to this!" Vince complained "Look this is a great idea okay? Besides, you OWN these guys! They'll do anything you say, whatever the protests. You really think they'll walk out? I don't think so, not if we can help it." Stephanie smirked Vince just gulped as he straightened himself up before opening the lockerroom door and entering, Stephanie McMahon close behind him. She smirked to her husband who stood at the front with many other top level superstars, smirked back at her with his arms crossed along his chest. Triple H knew why he was there but was determined not to tell any other guy in the room, opting to play dumb instead and so far, it worked. Vince McMahon stood in front of the superstars with Stephanie by his side as he cleared his troat to speak. "Thank you all for attending and getting to the arena early for Survivor Series this Sunday, but that is not why you are here two days early, well maybe partly." A lot of eyebrows began to raise and a few guys continued to whisper between each other as Vince continued. "You see, I've been looking over the figures for the latest shows and quite frankly things have got to improve, which is why I have come with I err..plan" Vince stuttered. Sensing her father was getting increasingly nervous and uncomfortable, Stephanie took the lead. "What my father is trying to say is from now on, you guys are going to have to earn your way." "Earn our way? What the hell are you talking about? This sounds like bullshit!" Sure enough, CM Punk had spoken up against Stephanie McMahon. Since the pipe bomb incident earlier in the year, Stephanie and CM Punk had not seen eye to eye. "Would you shut up for just one single second?" Stephanie barked "Whatever man, just get on with this shit, I got better things to do." Stephanie simply glared at the straightedge superstar before continuing the speech her father started. "Now, as I was saying. From now on you're going to be taking a different approach to earning your victories and titles, on pay-per-view specifically. Matches will be announced as usual but our idea doesn't involve us picking a winner, that's where you all come in." Stephanie continued "I don't really get what you're saying fella, how are we gonna decide who wins?" Sheamus quizzed "That's simple; you're going to fuck!" Stephanie smirked Various looks were shared around the lockerroom, wondering just what Stephanie was talking about until Dolph Ziggler made himself known, speaking for the rest of the lockerroom. "So, we're going to fuck just who exactly? The Diva's? And they'll like, rate our performance and the winner will be the better fuck? If that's the case then it looks like I'm retaining my United States Championship baby!" Dolph smirked widely "Not exactly, Dolph." Stephanie said "So, who exactly are we going to fuck?" Randy Orton said with a raised eyebrow "Oh that's easy" Stephanie said "You're going to fuck your opponents!" "What?!" Orton shouted All the men inside the lockerroom started to talk creating a massive buzz within the lockerroom, reactions ranging from outrage to slight curiosity. After a moment or two Stephanie manages to calm the lockerroom down before starting to explain details. "Now before everyone starts to complain, save it. Anyone who doesn't comply will be shown the door and trust me, we'll never look back in firing you, whoever you are." Stephanie glared toward CM Punk as she spoke. "A cash bonus will be given to each superstar who is booked to participate in pay-per-view events and the aim is simple; whoever is booked in the match will be sent to a lockerroom a day or two before the event and all you need to do to win is make your opponent cum. For things such as triple threat or fatal four way matches, whoever made the loser cum will gain the victory and since Survivor Series is just around the corner and with a traditional match lined up, the eliminations will be based on who makes who orgasm with the winner being the last man standing." Stephanie could see that alot of the men inside the lockerroom looked uncomfortable, but they knew their jobs were at stake as they continued to listen to lady McMahon. "A referee will be on hand inside the lockerroom to make sure that a clean and complete climax is visible and a winner is decided. Also, if the lockerroom is occupied then it is allowed that providing you have a referee on hand, you can have sex anywhere. Condoms and lubrication will be on hand inside the room along side a number of sex toys-" Before Stephanie could continue however, CM Punk interrupted her. "Sex toys? Are you fucking serious?! I'm actually pretty cool with this fucking around business because lets face it; I'm the best in the world and that includes fucking, but sex toys? That's just taking it too far!" CM Punk shouted. Punk's interruption clearly angered Stephanie. "Will you shut the hell up?! I've had just about enough of you Punk! Once I've explained everything, you'll be learning your lesson the hard way!" Stephanie roared. CM Punk just mouthed 'bring it on fat ass' as he just continued to glare at her. "Now as I was saying before I was RUDELY interrupted, sex toys will be provided should you want to use them. It will also be no holds barred, meaning there can be psychical activity but you simply cannot just wrestle, you must engage in sexual activity until one man cums. Now Punk, time for your punishment." "Bring it on, I'm not scared of you!" Punk snarled "Get on your knees!" Stephanie barks toward Punk CM Punk smirked as he got down in his knees between Stephanie and the rest of the lockerroom as Stephanie just glared at him before looking around at the other wrestling studs inside the room. "Hunter, make him suck your cock." Triple just simply smirked as he walked around to step in front of punk who simply rolled his eyes. "Oh you have to be kidding me" Punk whined But his complaining was short lived when Triple H groped himself for a short while to get himself hard before pulling down his trunks to reveal his fat 9.5-inch cock. A small gasp was heard from within the lockerroom, most in disbelief that this is actually happening as Punk himself almost stared in awe at HHH's hard cock but as his mouth hung slightly open Triple H capitalised, guiding the fat mushroom head of his cock past the soft lips of Punk. He groaned slightly as the sensitive ridge of his head brushed against Punk's lip piercing, the straightedge superstar struggling to keep Triple H's cock within his mouth. He simply stared up at Triple H with evil eyes as the cerebral assassin just smirked. "Orton, Cena, Sheamus...cum on his greasy face!" Stephanie barked The trio of superstars looked at each other for a moment, debating what to do as Randy Orton is the first to respond, walking over to CM Punk and standing at his left side before pulling his trunks down slightly to pull out his 9-inch thick shaft, stroking it to full hardness whilst aiming at Punk's face. Cena was next to follow, dropping his jean shorts revealing he is wearing no underwear revealing his 11-inch beer can thick cock. A few men gasped a Cena's size as he just smirked, walking over to the right side of Punk and stroking his cock slowly, pre-cum dripping from his piss slit and dropping onto Punk's beard. Punk moved his eyesight to Cena and silently cursing him whilst nursing the cock inside his mouth. "Gonna enjoy plastering your face man." Cena smirked. "I'm sure he's gonna love it in his mouth too." Triple H winked at Punk who simply glared back Sheamus was the last to come to CM Punk, perhaps a little hesitant to the situation but eventually complies, lowering his trunks and freeing his 8-inch fat shaft. He groaned softly as he slowly stroked his cock, joining Cena and Orton in their motions as the look down at CM Punk who is getting his face fucked lightly by Triple H as he groans louder and louder by each thrust. "mmmm you need some help baby?" Stephanie cooed Triple H simply groaned, signalling for Stephanie to get down on her knees behind her husband as she softly takes his muscular ass cheeks into her small hands an spreads them apart, revealing her husbands tight pink hole and hairless asscrack. Stephanie licked her lips for a moment before immediately darting her tongue straight into the ass of Triple H who let out a deep growl of pleasure. She continued to lick around his tight pink hole as she coated it with her saliva, sending her husband crazy and he responded by thrusting his cock deeper into the inexperienced mouth of CM Punk causing the straight edge superstar to gag. "Uhhhh Steph, I thought you wanted Punk to work his mouth to make me cum huh?" Triple H chuckled lowly Stephanie smiled to herself as she continued to probe her tongue deeper into her husbands ass. CM Punk meanwhile was desperate to get this over with. His jaw was getting sore and he was sick of he sight of the three chunky cocks above him so as Stephanie worked on Triple H's ass, Punk raised both his hands and lifted his middle fingers towards the asses of John Cena and Randy Orton and, without hesitation, thrust them into their ultra tight holes. "Ohhh shit...fuck!" Orton groaned The combination of Punk's finger and his increased stroking had brought him over the edge and he started to cum, shooting volley after volley of his sticky cum onto Punk's face, coating his left cheek as the straightedge star winced when the hot cum fall onto his cheek. Strangely, seeing Orton cum sets Sheamus off and with a low groan he proceeds to shoot a big load onto the forehead of Punk, some of it landing in his slicked hair. Sheamus quickly pulled up his trunks and walks out of the lockerroom as Cena and HHH continue on. Stephanie meanwhile now had her finger inside her husbands ass, lovingly thrusting it in and out of the tight hole and he responds by trusting his cock harder into Punks mouth. Cena meanwhile was drawing closer and closer to cumming and with the added pressure of Punk's finger pushing against his prostate it all of a sudden became too much for him. "Awww yeeah...I'm gonna cum!" Cena grunted and groaned and after a few more moments his cock exploded! A few superstars gasped at just the size of Cena's load as he literally coated Punk's face, overlaying Orton and Sheamus' cum with his own hot load and some even landing in Punk's eye! Cena simply laughed as Punk squinted his eye shut as it began to sting but he had no time to contemplate it as he felt Triple H's cock begin to throb inside his mouth. Sensing it, Punk reached forward and squeezed HHH's big balls hard causing the big cerebral assasin to groan loudly as he could feel his load rising. "Oh so you want my cum now you skinny fat ass punk? Alright here it comes!" And with one final motion into Punk's mouth, Triple H unloaded. "Uhhhhhh!" Shot after shot of tangy cum forced it's way deep into Punk's mouth as the straightedge superstar coughed and gagged at the sensation. Triple H held Punk's head still to stop him from moving as his cock continued to shoot cum, sending eight shots in total into Punk's mouth as Hunter simply sighed at his orgasm. Eventually he started to withdrew his cock but not before Punk had the last laugh, pressing his teeth gently down onto HHH's cock causing him to grit his teeth slightly as he withdrew, Punk's teeth grazing his sensitive mushroom head as it fell out Punk's mouth. "I'll get you back for that Punk." Triple H remarked, pulling his trunks back up. "You wish." Punk snarled "So Stephie, how'd I do?" Punk cockily grinned, one eye still wired shut from cum. "I suggest you get out of my face, right now!" Stephanie growled. Punk simply smirked, got back to his knees and left the lockeroom before Stephanie turned to face the remaining superstars in the room. "Now you have a little taster of what happens if you disobey, I look forward to seeing some hot, raw passion from all of you. You all know your matches for Survivor Series so be on notice. You'll be notified of when your "match" so be prepared" Stephanie smiled as she and her father Vince walked out of the room, leaving the superstars to speculate just what lies ahead for them... To be continued If you liked this story e-mail me your feedback. I am also open to new ideas revolving around any kind of celebrity/programme so please go ahead and submit me your ideas.