Date: Tue, 17 Nov 2009 21:12:31 -0500
From: Mark Reed <badboy50040@hotmail.com>
Subject: Orton Betrayed

This story is of course fiction and does not imply anything the true
sexuality of the wrestlers known as Kofi Kingston, Randy Orton, Cody
Rhodes, Ted DiBiase Jr., or any other wrestler mentioned in this story or
any subsequent stories.  The WWE is owned by World Wrestling Entertainment,
Inc.

This story takes place immediately following the November 16th episode of
Raw.

This is just a short story to gauge interest in this genre, so please, if
you like the idea of this, and would like to see more, write me with
comments or suggestions at badboy50040@hotmail.com.  I love to get
feedback!  It's what keeps me going!


***Chapter 1***

Randy Orton was pissed.

Enough was enough.  He had put in his time, paid his due, earned their
respect.  And this was how he was treated!

Just a few weeks ago he was at the top of his game, locked in a bitter
struggle with John Cena for the WWE Championship.  Over the past few
pay-per-view events the title had gone back and forth between the two
wrestlers, the two headliners for the entire industry.  Though Randy
yearned to be Champion, to stop this foolish rivalry with Cena, he was
tolerating it.  At least he was in the spotlight, fighting for the biggest
prize in his sport.

And then, one morning out of the blue, Vince walked into his locker room
while Randy was getting ready for a match and told him he was going to drop
his title to Cena after a sixty minute Iron Man match at Bragging Rights.
Randy was pissed at first, but calmed down after he thought about it.
Sixty minutes was a long time to be in the spotlight; he would get to bask
in the adulation of his fans, get to enjoy the lame insults his detractors
would throw at him.  As long as he was the center of attention.

"Not a problem Vince" Orton stated.  "When do I get my title back?"

"You won't..." Vince uttered.

With those two words, Orton's world was turned upside down.  Vince told him
that he had a new plan for him, a feud with some new blood, a new Superstar
with a lot of potential, Kofi Kingston.

Before Orton knew it, he was jobbing to Kofi Kingston on a regular basis.
Here he was, at the pinnacle of his career, competing for the WWE
Championship just a month prior, and now, his time on camera was spent
getting his ass kicked and made to look weak at the hands of some WWE
upstart.

Tonight had been the last straw.  The plan had been he was going to be beat
by Kingston (yet again) and left on the AV table while the referees
restrained Kingston and helped him backstage.  It was going to be degrading
enough, but then Kingston decided to take it one step further.  While Orton
was on the table, waiting for the Referees to come help him, he suddenly
saw Kingston climbing the metal railing, balancing himself, flying through
the air and crashing down on him, sending him through the table.

He was forced to sell it, to make himself look weak and pathetic so he
could prop up another guy.  And to make matters worse, it had hurt.  An
actual medic had to spend a few minutes with him to make sure there was no
permanent damage before he let him up. By the time he recovered, Kingston
was nowhere in sight.

So here he was, Randy Orton, The Legend Killer, The Viper, once again
stalking his prey in the corridors of Madison Square Garden. He was going
to make Kingston pay, he was going to show him that he was one Superstar
you show respect to, who you don't make look weak in front of the crowds.
It was time for payback.

But first he had to find Cody and Ted.  No point in not making sure he won
this confrontation with Kingston.  He was still feeling a little woozy from
being smashed through the table, and he figured a little insurance by
bringing his Legacy teammates with him for Kofi's beat down was fair
enough.  Legacy...The three of them, Randy Orton, Cody Rhodes and Ted
DiBiase, had been together less than a year, but it felt good to be the
leader, to be at the top of the heap with those two guys.

It had not always been the case.  When Orton first joined WWE, he was
willing to do anything to get where he wanted to go.  He had dreams of
being a star, to win the adoration of legions of fans, to be superior to
the rest, to show the world how talented and skilled he was, and he was
willing to do anything to get there.

Like most Superstars, he had been made to suck Vince's cock for his first
contract.  When he was with Evolution, he routinely was made to suck the
dicks of Ric Flair, Batista, and Triple H, even forced to be fucked by them
a few times.

Orton hated it.

He had an overwhelming urge to be in control, to be the master of his own
fate. And to have to humble himself to Vince and Evolution, night after
night, went against everything he craved. He wanted the power, the fame,
the glory, the control; All for himself.

Once he had his own stable, once he had Cody and Ted to do his bidding, he
treated them the same way Evolution had treated him.  He had made them suck
his cock in front of each other the first time, relishing the feel of their
throats struggling to take his erect sex down their twitching throats,
loved seeing the look of surprise in their eyes as they looked up at him,
his cock planted firmly between their moist lips, forcing his python ever
deeper, loved the anxious looks on their faces while they waited for their
turn at sucking Randy's cock.

And that had not been all.  They had proved to be such good cock-suckers
that he took their anal virginity, one right after the other, while the
other was forced to watch.  Cody was first and had struggled at first.  He
begged him to stop, to just be happy with having him suck his cock and
leave it at that.  But once he found himself on all fours, impaled on
Randy's cock, his begging turned to whining and moaning.  Randy loved the
feeling of domination, the rush he experienced as he felt this young man
submit willingly to him.  He pounded into Cody's ass, loving the tight feel
of the virgin ass on his large manhood, loving the moans that were escaping
Cody's swollen lips, loving the sharp sounds his hand made as it slapped
the ass of Cody as he continued to fuck him.  As he continued to thrust
into Cody, he could see Ted watching the deflowering of his Priceless
partner, and Randy could see a look of defiance in his eye.

Done with Cody's now not so virgin hole, Randy pulled out and turned his
attention to Ted, leaving Cody to collapse on the floor, panting, his pink
man-cunt struggling to close.  While Cody had protested at first, he had
not put up much of a fight.  But Randy knew Ted would, that he would not be
controlled and manipulated quite as easily, that he would be a challenge to
break.  But he would break; he would make him submit to him, to bow down to
his superior physique, talent, and attitude.

It did not go exactly as planned.  Ted had submitted without as much as a
word.  He had lay there on his back, his legs lifted on top of Randy's
shoulders as Orton pounded into his hole.  He could see Ted bite his lip;
gird himself for the punishment he was taking.  Orton fucked harder,
deeper, his balls slapping against Ted's ass, stretching the virgin hole
further than it ever had before.  And still he just lay there taking it.
Orton put everything he had into this fuck, his taut muscles flexing as he
lay into this man beneath him, punishing his tight hole.  But still Ted did
not move.

Pleasure was getting the better of frustration however.  Orton desperately
needed to break Ted, to make him submit, to prove to himself that he was at
the top of his game, but his orgasm was fast approaching, foiling his plan.
Thrusting as deep into Ted's ass as possible, Orton unloaded his seed into
the murky depths of Ted's until now virgin hole.  Volley after volley of
white hot sperm was shot into his ass, filling the cavity up, forcing some
to leak out of his ass and around Randy's dick, running down his crack.

As Orton pulled out, sexually satisfied, he looked into Ted's eyes.  The
look of defiance was still there, it had not been broken.  This bothered
Orton, but only for a moment.  The man had submitted and had been bred.
There would be time for Orton to break him, to make him surrender not only
his body but his mind as well.  He would break him and prove his dominance.

That had been months ago, and while Cody had proved to be a willing enough
bitch boy, every time Randy lay into Ted, that same look was in his eyes,
provoking him, mocking him, awakening a feeling inside of him.  A feeling
he was not quite sure of...

And now here he was, looking for Kofi Kingston, the one man who had the
audacity, the gall make him play the fool in front of thousands in the
audience and millions at home.  He would have pay back.

Bursting into the locker room he shared with Ted and Cody, he found his two
compatriots, bent over, whispering to each other.  He did not have time to
figure out what they were discussing.

"Let's go" Randy commanded, and the two fell in line.

As the three roamed the hall, Orton leading while the other two followed,
he felt a hand on his shoulder and heard Ted whisper into his ear.

"I heard that Kofi knew you would be pissed and thought it best to lay low
down in the basement." Ted muttered.

A smile crossed Randy's face.  His prey was within his grasp.

Randy Followed Ted's direction to Kofi's hiding spot, following him ever
deeper into the bowels of the arena.  Soon, Randy, Ted, and Cody found
themselves outside the door to a boiler room.

"That's it! That's where he went" Ted exclaimed when he saw the door.

Randy would waste no more time, he would attack Kofi with reckless abandon,
making him pay for his arrogance.

He turned the knob and took a few steps into the pitch black room.  The
room was hot and humid, pipes ran along the walls and ceiling, but he did
not see anyone.  He turned around and noticed that Cody and Ted had not
followed him into the room, still standing on the other side of the door.

Randy first looked at Cody.  Cody's head was bowed, as though he were a
child who knew he had just done something wrong.  And then he saw Ted.
Those defiant eyes burned with hatred now as a wicked grin appeared on his
face.

Betrayal!

Before Randy could react, the door was slammed in his face, cloaking the
entire room in darkness.  By the time he found the knob, it had been locked
from the outside.  He pounded on the door, trying to force it open, but the
steel door held firm.

He thought he heard a noise behind him.  Was someone else in here with him?

Before he could think another thought an iron bar came smashing into his
head, knocking him out cold, laying him out on the floor.

The lights came on.

There was Kofi Kingston, holding an iron bar in one hand, his other hand on
a light switch.  He looked down on his victim, sprawled out on the floor,
clothed in only his tight wrestling trunks, helpless to resist what he had
planned for him tonight.

The predator had become the prey.

***End Chapter 1***

I hope you guys like it.  Unless I get some hot responses, it won't be
continued, so if you want to see what happens next, you got to e-mail me
and let me know you want to see it.  Always open for suggestions,
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