Date: Sat, 3 Dec 2011 17:18:18 -0600
From: Paul Tolbert <jatonblue@gmail.com>
Subject: Betrayal Chapter 1

*6 years ago...*


The Puerto Rican eyed the bigger man curiously, arms crossed over his chest
and toes digging into the carpet. He wasn't normally one to mitigate his
anger but when that anger related to how a man treated him - it was new
anger. Carlito didn't know how to deal with it.


"I can't believe you'd ask me that, Chris." He said, sounding disgusted as
he felt.


"Look, I know it sounds...well weird, but just hear me out OK?"


"This is after the stunt you pulled on me last time. Wanna fuck me and call
me a slut again? Is that it?" His voice raised as he said this. Even if
Chris apologized a million times, Carly was still embarrassed... his first
time with a man, his best friend, Chris said this to him and he agreed in
the heat of the moment - with complete trust, he moaned out that he was
Chris' slut. He belonged to him. He still wasn't sure what came over him in
that moment, when he moaned it out, but it didn't sound very loving from
Chris.


"I'm sorry about that Carly. I...I just thought it would be OK. Besides,
what's wrong with a threesome? I thought you'd be in to those kinds of
things. Everyone else in the WWE locker room does it. It's no big deal."
Chris gauged the man's reaction to what he said, making sure to be cautious
with his words. He wanted to push the smaller man just a bit further to
confirm, or deny his suspicions. He needed to be sure if Carlito had
genuine feelings for him or if he was just another whore in the WWE looking
to fuck their way to the top.


"What's okay about it?" He glared at the bigger man. "For a month, I tell
you just about everything. I tell you how much it freaks me out that I'm
into you and then when I trust you like that, you throw it in my face and
treat me like some bitch you picked up? And now this..." He shook his head,
standing. "I don't even know why I'm here."


Chris rubbed his eyes and blinked. 'I shouldn't push so hard, I might lose
him forever' He thought to himself. He wanted, needed to be sure Carlito
was truly in love with him. He stared at the irate man, preparing himself
to dash in his path if Carlito attempted to leave the small hotel
room. Chris took a deep breath and sighed.


"I'm sorry. I just want you to understand where I'm coming from. If you
don't want to have the threesome then fine, we won't. I just thought--"


"What the fuck did you think, you dumb ass, that my..." He didn't even
bother continuing. Before he knew it, his hands were on Chris' chest and he
shoved the younger man to the ground.  He said nothing. His lurid eyes told
it all - he was hurt.


They'd been fighting a lot since that night. Carly was ashamed of the way
he willingly submitted to Chris and was sick of the things the bigger man
said to him. He never admitted to it but it didn't seem to matter - the
Californian didn't appear to care all about how he felt... just kept him
around long enough to fuck. He cursed words in Spanish and he was going for
the door.


Chris shot up from the floor after Carlito shoved him and quickly went to
block the path of the angry man, holding out his hands in surrender. He
realized he pressed Carlito too much in his quest to find out if the Puerto
Rican man really and truly loved him. His focus now is to soothe over the
hurt that he caused and try to rebuild the foundation of trust that has
been rocked to the core of their relationship, a relationship that was
formed out of the worst possible situation. His bet with Randy was off. He
couldn't care less about any deal or arrangement he had with the Apex
Viper. His only concern now was to fix his relationship with
Carlito. "Please Carly, just wait for a sec. Let me explain, please."


"I'm going." He said simply, fighting to keep a measure of strength in his
tone but it was all in vain. The Puerto Rican gave the bigger man a window
into his soul and now he couldn't close it. He couldn't stop Chris from
seeing the pain in his expression, in his eyes, as he closed the door
behind him.


To Carlito, it was clear - he'd never been with a man. He told Chris
this. It scared him. He told Chris this. Then, Chris turned around and
shamed him in their most intimate of moments. He didn't know if he could
forgive that.


Chris stood there, stunned at the sudden turn of events as he watched the
love of his life walk away from him. He knew there was a possibility that
Carlito would be upset, even downright angry at the suggestion of a
threesome, but he had to be sure, he needed so desperately to be sure that
Carlito loved him and wasn't a bed-hopper like Orton suggested he was. He
should have trusted his instincts, he should have trusted Carlito.


Chris walked lazily to a small leather chair in the corner and slouched
down. He rested his head in his hands and began silently weeping as the
uncomfortable feeling of being alone settled in.


"What have I done...?"


________________


*A few hours later...*


Randy's grin could have practically ripped up his entire face as he walked
into the room, pulling a different kind of Carlito with him - he was
smiling. He didn't look angry at all as the Viper laughed, "I told you I
could convince him."


"What the..." Chris got up from the chair he'd been slouching in for a few
hours and stood there with a blank face as he stared at Randy and Carlito,
hand-in-hand with Carlito practically mewling at the gentle caressing he
was receiving from Orton. Chris felt this moment was a dream of some sort,
he couldn't fathom the new Carlito he was seeing before him. He and Randy
NEVER got along. The smaller man was repulsed by him, more so than any
other man he knew, and now Carlito was smiling up at Randy, head rested on
the Viper's broad shoulder and giggling.


"What is going on?" A confused Chris asked.


"Don't act so surprised. I just told him how the two of us would take good
care of him and he trusted me to keep true on the promise. Isn't that
right, Carly?" Randy asked, to which Carlito more than suggestively kissed
Orton's cheek.


"Don't worry though. We're both fully dressed as you can clearly see. We
didn't start without you." The Viper brazenly winked at Chris.


"Carly..." Chris, now more confused than ever continued to eye and
internally react to the suggestive way Carlito hung around Randy. He didn't
understand what was happening but as the moments passed, he became
increasingly agitated, perhaps even upset and enraged. How could he, the
man he loved be so upset at the suggestion of a threesome and now all of a
sudden was throwing himself at a man who only cared about himself. None of
it made any sense, but it didn't have too. Chris didn't like what he saw
and was now angry at the situation.


"Carly, what are you doing? What happened?"


"Chris. This is what you wanted, right?" His voice wasn't the same, he was
out of breath and jumpy like every breath he took was a low moan. He didn't
sound like himself and the smile he wore as he leaned back in to kiss
Randy's cheek was nothing reassuring. It was like the nightmare Chris
invited was now coming true before his eyes.


"Yeah but...I thought you were upset about me even bringing up the
suggestion. Now you're all over Randy, a man you claimed to hate? This is
just...I don't know what to say. How could you? You're just like the rest
of them aren't you?"


"Like the rest of what" Carlito cackled, his laugh obnoxiously loud and not
like him at all. "Come on Chris. Don't you wanna have fun?" He laughed
again as he brought his index finger to Chris' chest, circling a heart
there.


Randy, meanwhile, just watched with a grin. It was fun watching Chris'
heart shatter.


Chris's illusions about Carlito instantly disintegrated into a million
pieces as the man now standing before him resembled nothing of the person
he shared a bit of his heart to. A growing rage began to bubble and was now
reaching the surface as Chris began to seethe with anger.


"You're a fucking whore Carly, just like Randy said. I should have know."


"Actually, he's a slut since he's doing it for free and all." Randy swiped,
glad to just add to Chris' anger. All the while, Carltio laughed and looked
at both men with wanting eyes.


"Why are you mad, big guy?" The Puerto Rican questioned, his voice drowsy
and uneven. "I thought you wanted this."


"You don't know what I want right now Carly...but you're about to find
out." Chris said starring daggers into the lust-filled eyes of Carlito. He
despised the man he now saw before him. How could he have been played for a
fool this entire time? He knew he wasn't guilt-free in all of this, but for
what's it's worth, he really did love Carlito. To now see the man he cared
for clinging on to Randy Orton of all people and wanting to be fucked by
both men saddened and enraged him at the same time. Chris's emotions were
going haywire and he needed to regain control of the situation, the best
way he knew how.


Chris walked over and grabbed Carlito's arm tightly and dragged him to the
bed. He tossed him down and pinned him belly-down on the bed, pressing his
right hand on the side of Carlito's head while he began harshly caressing
Carlito's ass, getting a deep moan in response.


"This what you want you little bitch? Huh?!?"


"What did you just call me?" He moaned out, the question was eerily similar
to the one he asked the very first time Chris called him such a
name. Except then, his voice was cold and shocked. Right then, he didn't
seem to object.


He pressed his pert ass against Chris' hand and even tried to thrust
himself against him. If anything, this new Carlito liked his lover's
roughness.


"You heard me. I thought you were different Carly, I guess i was wrong
wasn't I?" Chris leaned down and brushed his lips against Carlito's ear and
whispered softly.


"You're just like the rest..." His tone was cold and lifeless. He felt
betrayed, the irony wasn't lost on him however. Chris was willing to call
off the arrangement he had with Randy. He didn't care if he'd still have to
pay the $10,000 he owed Randy, his relationship with Carlito was worth much
more than that. He'd painted himself into a corner however. Even though the
original bet of sleeping with Carlito was completed successfully, he still
handed over the sex tape to Randy, who now proudly held it in his
possession. He hadn't been able to find it and destroy it so he had to
continue playing Randy's sick and twisted game. He made another bet with
Chris to prove Carlito was a slut and wanted nothing more than to fuck
around with any and everybody. Chris knew Randy was wrong about Carlito,
but Randy threatened to expose the truth about his relationship to
Carlito. He didn't have a choice.


Now, focused on this moment, Chris wanted to punish Carlito. He wanted the
smaller man to know how he felt. Hell, he even had the slightest desire to
hurt him. He was going to take his frustration out and didn't care if Randy
watch. He didn't even care if Randy joined him.


Chris kept his hand pressed against Carlito's cheek and used his free hand
to unbuckle his belt. Carlito continued to wriggle under him as if trying
to escape, but more like he was trying to find a more comfortable
position. Chris dropped his dark blue jeans and boxers to reveal a
semi-hard erection. He could hear Randy chuckling in the background but
didn't care.


"All that bitching about how you were pissed that i called you a slut was
just an act wasn't it?" Chris growled as he bent down and rubbed his thick
member against Carlito's swinging ass. He planted rough kisses on the brown
skin of Carlito's exposed neck, sucking and nipping at it, causing
rose-colored markings.


"Chris, I..." He could barely complete the words. He could barely verbalize
anything. With a stiff cock pressing against the mattress, and a bigger man
dominating him, his eloquence was even more absent than usual. It was like
some fantasy he never knew he had, being pushed around by the object of his
affection.


"Chris, I love you." Those three words were powerful in their essence and
delivery. When he said them, it should have been a moment when the bigger
man stopped and took notice but like all his words, the declaration was
said breathlessly. To someone as angry as the Californian, it seemed like a
horny Carlito would say anything to find relief.


And then he moaned, another 'ah', as he tried to find his place under his
best friend. Never mind how Carlito was barely conscious and only
responding in limited ways - Chris was too angry to notice.


Chris disregarded those three powerful, yet simple words that came from the
love of his life.


"You're incapable of love Carly, you've just proved that just now." His
kisses were more rough and loveless in nature. He didn't care about being
gentle, he couldn't care less about the comfort level of Carlito. All he
wanted now was to dominate him, to mark him as his own.


"I was willing to give you everything Carly, EVERYTHING!" Chris shouted. He
slapped Carlito's firm globes and slightly bit him on the neck, drawing a
small amount of blood.


Carlito squirmed and withered in pain, his squeals silenced by the way his
head was pressed to the mattress. This was when Randy finally moved towards
the bed, perhaps a guilty conscious propelling him to act.


"Hey, hey. You gonna have fun without me?" Randy whined.


"BACK OFF ORTON!" Chris screamed, shooting him a death stare for
added emphasis. Chris knew he'd have to deal with Randy sooner or later,
knowing the viper wouldn't leave regardless of what Chris did. He was
loving this too much. He turned his focus back on Carlito who's fresh,
broken skin was now more visible under the poorly lit hotel room. He turned
Carlito onto his back and got in-between his legs.


"Why did you lead me on? Why did you tell me you loved me if all you wanted
was sex? Are you fucking kidding me right now?!?" Chris placed his left
hand gently on Carlito's throat and lightly squeezed it, causing him to
slightly gasp for air. Chris was shaking out of rage and started to feel
light-headed.


'What's happening to me?' He thought to himself.


"Hey, hey." Randy came between Chris and Carly, whose only reaction was to
move back on the bed and recoil as if he'd done anything wrong. Randy,
meanwhile, looked at the bigger man with concern. "Are you using again?"


"WHAT DO YOU THINK?!? YOU'RE THE ONE WHO GAVE ME THE FUCKING DRUGS!" Chris
turned around and got in Randy's face and snarled.


"The only reason any of this happened is because of you! You're the one who
convinced me to start taking roids back in OVW. If you hadn't have
pressured me, none of this shit would have happened. Fuck you Orton!" Chris
now directed his anger towards Randy as he shoved the slender man
backwards.


"Hit me. I don't care. If that's what it takes for you to get the anger
out, then do it. Do your worst. I'll still be here for you
afterwards. Unlike that bitch on the bed." A well-played card, or perhaps,
he really cared for the complicated friendship they shared. Either way, the
look in Randy's eyes was completely sincere.


Chris turned to look at Carlito, who was curled in a fetal position and had
his eyes blissfully closed, not paying any attention to the side
conversation happening a few feet away from him.


"What did he say to you? Why is he like this?" Chris asked, feeling himself
calm down a bit after his anger nearly boiled over.


"I can tell you the truth if you promise not to lose your shit." Randy
said, selling sincerity as if he wasn't telling a single lie.


"Tell me." Chris softly demanded. His anger had now subsided. His breathing
was stabilizing. He wiped his brow and placed his hands on his hips. He
needed to know what had happened after Carlito left him in their hotel
room. What happened in those 2 hours that made Carlito flip the script, now
practically begging for the threesome to happen.


"I caught up to him and well, I'll be honest - I wanna fuck him, you know
that? So I started talking to him about the things we'd do to him, the two
of us, and it got him going. When he started to hear about how it would
actually go down, the slut had no objections. Just one request; That I get
him wasted first so he doesn't feel ashamed or whatever. So I did
it. That's why he looks kinda drunk."


He tried to hide his smirk - it made enough sense, it explained Carlito's
apparent looseness, but none of it was true. Not a word.


"So he wants us to double-team him huh?" Chris asked. He continued to stare
at Carlito, who couldn't remain still on the bed. To be honest Chris had
desired the idea of a threesome. It turned him on to think he'd be able to
share his lover with someone else, to let them know what a good thing he'd
had clinging to his arm, what a great fuck Carlito was. He wanted to let
someone know just how good he had it being with Carlito. To share that with
Randy was a bit weird to say the least, but he continued to stare at
Carlito and thought about it.


"What kinds of things does he want us to do to him?"


"Wanna find out?" Randy licked his thick lips as he watched the wheels turn
in Chris' head. "You know he's like the rest, so we might as well have fun
before you toss him aside. Right?" He added for final push to get what he
wanted.


"Yeah, sounds like a plan." Chris grabbed his exposed dick and began
stroking himself. As his conversation with Randy went on, his cock gather
precum at the tip. A long, clear string of the sticky sap began to seep
down to the ground. He stepped out of his pants and shoes and moved over to
an absent-minded Carlito. He crawled on the bed to him and let the precum
stick to Carlito's cheek.


"Open your mouth." Chris requested.


"Why'd you get mad at me?" Carlito mumbled his question, blinking his eyes
awake as he tried to understand the bigger man's request - the look in the
Puerto Rican's eyes was lost, if Chris cared to look, but he was too
blinded by what he believed to be true.


And anyway, Randy cut off Chris before he could answer. His comment was
that "you got a nice cock, Chris. Never knew that before." The Viper
smirked.


Chris ignored the compliment from Randy and continued to stare intensely at
his willing victim. His heart began to pick up it's pace again as he
wrapped his thick fingers around the base of his weeping cock.


"I said open your mouth Carly. Don't make me ask you again."


Carly moaned a bit as he weakly raised his head. His body shook a bit as he
opened his mouth, just as Chris asked of him. With the affects lingering in
his mind though, he couldn't resist dipping his head and licking the bigger
man - the taste of precum on his tongue making him close his eyes and moan
out.


"Don't tease me, wrap your lips around me and suck." Chris was demanding in
his voice. In his mind, if Carlito wanted to act like a slut, then he'll
treat him like one. He wasn't going to hold back, he wasn't going to show
an ounce of mercy on him. This is what he wanted, this is what he'll get.


Chris grabbed Carlito's hair and pushed his head against Chris's
crotch. The 'drunk' man struggled a bit until Chris directed his mouth onto
his throbbing member. In one swift move, Carlito had half of Chris shoved
deep in his mouth, gagging at the forced intrusion.


"That's it...Keep it in there."


All the while, the sounds of his moans perpetuated. The increased in sound
as he tried to steer the throbbing cock in his mouth. It was almost too
much, feeling like he would vomit at the strong scent of the bigger man all
over him - in his nostrils and lingering all over his skin.


But he held on, biting back tears he couldn't explain and pleasure that
wasn't sincere. He'd done this once before - licking all over Chris'
swollen cock-head before he swallowed it into his mouth, paying special
attention to the smooth balls; nibbling and biting when he wasn't
swallowing the taste.


"Stop gagging you little bitch, i know you can swallow all of it. Sluts
don't have gag reflexes." Chris continued to humiliate Carlito, holding his
head in place as he began to face-fuck him. Saliva drooled out of Carlito's
mouth as Chris hastened his pace, ignoring the constant choking noises
coming from his lover.


"Chris..." Randy interjected, placing a soft hand on Chris' shoulder. Chris
turned his head to face him. "There's enough to go around isn't there? Look
at him, he's ready for another cock."


Chris continued to stare at Randy with judgmental eyes and he never lost
his beat with Carlito. He was unsure of the idea of sharing Carlito with
anyone else, but the thought aroused him. He was uneasy about the idea but
at this point, he didn't care. Seeing Carlito in this state of looseness,
he'd knew Randy would get what he wanted sooner or later, might as well
happen under Chris' watch.


Chris nodded his approval and a eager Randy quickly unbuckled his pants and
exposed his own painful erection. He got on the bed with the other 2 and
nudged his cock near Carlito's mouth.


"Your slut, Chris?" Carlito breathed out, seemingly desperate to create
some sort of connection between them even as the bigger man treated him
less than human - he needed to know that he meant something to the larger
man even if that something was derogatory and demeaning.


He did as he was asked though, not wanting for an answer. The Puerto Rican
began to stroke his own fat cock as he took in more of his 'best friend's'
cock into his mouth, humming and moaning; sending vibrations through the
Masterpiece's cock.


Randy meanwhile, he still had to nudge Carlito's mouth. It appeared even
when drunk, Carlito knew who he liked best.


"Chris, your not sharing..." Randy whined, still desperate to insert his
neglected member into the hot cavity that Chris seemed to not want to give
up, even though he'd granted permission earlier.


"Wait...Your...Turn." Chris groaned through closed eyes. He was getting
close and wanted to give Carlito the facial of a lifetime. Randy's need for
attention was growing and he was becoming impatient. He knew Chris wasn't
going to let him in on the action just yet, so instead of waiting what
would seem to be forever, he maneuvered around to Carlito's backside and
began rubbing his ass, playing at the tight-formed skin that covered the
amazing half-moons.


Chris' eyes widened slightly to the new action going on at the opposite end
of the bed, but he quickly turned his attention back to his blowjob.


The abused Puerto Rican continued to moan through a mouthful of Chris'
cock, lightly stroking his shaft with one hand - he slobbered his spit all
over the bigger man's cock - deep-throating his lover's balls to the point
where its very scent embedded on his tongue. His jaw hurt and his mouth
felt funny but at the same, he took it. He handled it in all hoping that
Chris just say anything to him.


But there was also the fact that Randy seemed nicer. He took him over to
the room and he wasn't being rough. It was easy, feeling the hands on his
ass, for Carlito to enjoy it, to push back suggestively against it.


"You like that baby?" Randy asked, continuing to rub Carlito's ass,
caressing it in an almost gentle way, a stark contrast to what Chris was
doing to him at the other end of the used man. Chris instantly pulled his
cock out of Carlito's mouth and growled at Randy.


"DON'T EVER CALL HIM THAT AGAIN!" Chris yelled. "He's NOT yours, he's mine
and mine only, got it?!?"


"Sure Chris...whatever you say." Randy smirked and noticed the currently
unused mouth of Carlito. He quickly took advantage and crawled to Carlito's
mouth and before Chris could object, stuck his dick inside the
warmth. "SHIT!" Randy breath out through clenched teeth. The influenced man
willingly accepted the new intrusion without objection. What Randy wanted
more than anything was finally happening. This moment, a moment he
carefully organized was finally commencing and he wasn't going to let
anything stop him tonight.


Chris stood there looking down at Carlito taking Randy's cock no less
eagerly than his own.


'I should have known all along' Chris thought to himself. He stroked
himself and got off the bed. He walked around to the head of the bed and
crawled towards Carlito's ass. He teased the tense hole he wanted to
invade. He lathered his index finger with some lube from the table next to
the bed and applied it on Carlito's tight opening.


It seemed like Carlito was even more eager for Randy. This man wasn't
pushing his limits, this man wasn't choking him - Randy's cock slid in and
out of his mouth his willing mouth with ease, the Puerto Rican licking the
underside of Orton's thick balls with a definite eagerness, a twinkle in
his eyes.


"Am I doing good, Randy?" He breathed as he pulled away, pressing
open-mouthed kisses all over the Viper's cockhead. Chris had turned into
the distraction, causing Carlito to pull his boxers up and wiggle away from
the bigger man.


At least Randy was being sweet to him.


Chris became irate at the defiance that Carlito was showing him. He was
more willing for Randy but gave a cold reception to him. This only further
infuriated the larger man. He slapped Carlito's ass so hard the man gave a
loud scream, the yell muffled by the cock that was embedded deep in his
throat.


"Don't tease me Carlito. I told you already. Bad little boys don't fare
well with me, got it?" Chris laughed lightly as he yanked Carlito's
underwear clean off the man and tossed them aside. He continued to lather
both his cock and fingers with lube and without warning shoved 2 fingers
into Carlito.


Carlito moaned. The sound once again muffled by Randy's cock. The Viper
wasn't as big as the Masterpiece but he was thick, entering full in
Carlito's mouth and it still wasn't enough. Feeling those thick fingers
move inside him though, his loyalties shifted newly.


He pulled his rosy lips from Orton's cock and got on all fours as he pushed
his pert ass into Chris' fingers, moaning out all the while his warm hands
massaged Orton's throbbing cockhead.


"Tell me I'm yours, Chris. It's all I want." He pleaded as his smooth hole
quickly opened to the evasion. Sounded like the pleas of a slut seeing
validation.


"You belong to me Carly, no one else." Chris replied. He kept his hand
still as Carlito fucked himself on the slick fingers inside him. He looked
up at Randy, who had a jealous look on his face, almost seething. Randy
began poking at Carlito's lips, but he ignored Randy and continued to fuck
himself on Chris's digits.


"Well this isn't fun anymore." Randy pouted. He began stroking himself,
trying to keep himself stimulated until Carlito came around again. Chris
smirked at Randy's reaction and inserted a third finger into Carlito.


It was a sight to behold, Carlito's smooth, bubble butt being willing and
easily penetrated by Chris' muscled fingers. They hadn't touched each other
since the bigger man had completed his bet but it was definitely something
that caused the Puerto Rican to be loose and unable to feel any lasting
pain.


Beginning to play with his own dark balls, he repeated "yours" like a
mantra, as if he was in a trance.


"That's right baby, your mine." Chris moaned as he felt his fingers being
drawn in to the velvety cave, the heat radiating from it was immense and
blissful. He continued to stretch the jumble of muscle for a few more
seconds and then carefully removed his fingers. Carlito whined at the empty
feeling once the fingers were removed.


"You gonna fuck him now?" Randy asked playfully. Chris nodded as he lined
himself up and with a gentle thrust, his inflamed cock-head penetrated
Carlito. Chris and Carlito groaned in unison at the simple act.


Randy watched, a sadistic look playing in his steely blue eyes - the funny
thing was, he knew the truth more than the man who claimed to be Carlito's
friend. Carlito would never be this willing, rubbing himself and weakly
moaning as he was used like a doll.


But Randy wasn't content on just watching.


"You're still not sharing." He spoke up.


"Shut up...Randy" Chris said through clenched teeth. He dismissed the
objections from The Viper and focused primarily on the heaving man below
him. Chris traced circles along the back of Carlito as he picked up his
pace and glided inside of him with more haste.


Holding himself steady using Carlito's hips, Chris pushed forward as he
pulled Carlito towards him, over and over again as his lust continued to
build. He wasn't sure if the smaller man was completely enjoying himself,
but Chris didn't care. All he wanted was to get himself off, and Randy, or
Carlito for that matter, be damned.


That was true until Carlito had begun to quietly sob. As Chris was pushing
in and out of the withering Latino, Randy had attached himself to the
Puerto Rican's neck - scraping with his teeth and biting. It was all he
managed to barely say 'stop.'


Chris paused for a moment after hearing the soft cries and the quiet mumble
of the word 'stop'. He slowly and uneasily slipped out of Carlito, hissing
at the sudden withdraw of the heat that surrounded his throbbing cock.


'Carly...?'


Randy just kept going meanwhile, biting and nibbling at Carlito's bronzed
skin. Even pulling him closer. He was enjoying himself like he knew he
would.


Chris just watched as Randy continued his assault on Carlito's neck,
watching him showing signs of resistance. With each passing moment, he
began to see signs of clarity, wondering why he was feeling this way, why
was he determine to humiliate Carlito.


"Randy, hold on a minute."


Carlito continued to wince, Randy not once listening to Chris' pleads. His
hand began to forcibly stroke the Puerto Rican's thick cock as the normally
cool superstar couldn't even fight back or react in any other way than to
quietly cry.


"Randy. Stop now." Chris said forcibly. Chris's earlier actions proved to
be a mistake as he now realized that Carlito wasn't enjoying himself. He
didn't take action against Randy just yet. He felt guilty enough about how
he treated Carlito after seeing him with Randy. He had conflicting emotions
about the entire thing. This was now keeping him from taking action in
regards to Randy's now abusive behavior towards Carlito.


Randy still didn't listen, licking at Randy's neck and grabbing at
Carlito's practically lifeless body.


With the pestering starting to ignore him though, he looked up at the other
man - skeptical.


"Don't fucking tell me you're having second thoughts!" He barked.


"Leave him alone, now." Chris demanded, placing emphasis in his voice to
mask his anxiety. He walked over to Randy and brought his face close to
Randy's.


"Stop now."


Randy smirked then, amused by the turn things had taken. "Well
actually... I can deal with that. How's about you and i get it on instead?"


"No. This needs to end, now. I want you to leave." Chris stood in front of
Carlito protectively, who had curled into a fetal position on the bed. He
wanted all of this to end. He wanted this day to just end.


As Randy smirked, he moved forward to brush his cock against Chris' and
taunt that "I'll get my chance another time", it was clear why Carlito was
refusing - his neck was now lightly bleeding from the onslaught on his neck
that came from both men. He groaned weakly as the Viper glared at Chris
before getting up from the bed.


Chris moved to sit down next to Carlito as he lightly placed his palm on
the shivering man. Randy placed piercing eyes on both men before dressing
himself and leaving the hotel room. After he was gone, Chris turned his
attention to Carlito.


'What was i thinking?' He thought to himself as he saw the now distraught
man staring at him with innocent eyes. He couldn't fathom why he reacted
the way he did to Randy, nor could he figure out why he himself reacted to
Carlito the way he did. He wasn't sure if it was how he truly felt about
his lover, or if it was the roids causing his outburst of anger, but he was
calm and sure of himself now.


"Chris..." Carlito's voice crawled out, sprawled out on the bed. His cock
had softened, but his head was swimming and thoughts were still limited but
he tried, he tried very weakly, to say something.


"I...I'm sorry." Chis managed to spit out, his heartstrings being tugged on
as he sat there next to Carlito, ashamed at what he had done, what he'd let
happen. He hadn't felt this bad since he filmed himself and Carlito having
sex and handed the footage over to Randy. He wasn't sure how he would dig
himself of out that hole but what took place today makes it that much
harder to undo.


"Why were you mad at me before?" He managed out, looking up at the man with
lost eyes that resembled the confident Puerto Rican in nothing at
all. "This is what you wanted, right?" He seemed to understand only these
two simple things - his friend claimed to want him and he was being nice to
him for the moment.


"I want to make you happy." He began to say, starting with kissing the side
of Chris' foot because it was the closest thing to his lips. "Will you let
me?"


Chris gasped as Carlito's plumped lips made contact with his foot. he
quickly jerked it away and stood up sharply.


"Wait..." He said startled. He began to wonder what was really going on
with Carlito. Why was he acting so unusually?


Chris only needed to look at Carly - honestly look at him to get an answer
to that question, but perhaps he was distracted by the Puerto Rican's
innocent, yet tempting words. "I just want to make you happy. I'll do
anything you want."


Chris hesitated at the suggestion. He stood still, staring at Carlito and
pondering his next actions. He couldn't understand what was transpiring,
but he saw the want in Carlito's eyes. The same want that he himself
wanted. Carlito looked so innocent and pure, a stark contrast from the
slutty behavior the man exhibited earlier with The Viper. As he continued
to stare at Carlito's nude form, Chris could feel himself hardening again.


He walked over slowly back to the mattress and cautiously sat down on the
extreme edge of the bed, keeping his eyes locked on Carlito.


"Why were you drooling over Randy earlier? Why?"


"It was what you asked me to do!" He whined, his usually confident tone
having all the certainty of a punished child. Head hung, he continued
on. "I don't understand. You asked me to do this and then you get mad at
me."


He was silent for a long, collecting his simple thoughts before he spoke
again. "Randy said it would make you happy, so. I want to make you happy."


"Randy..." Chris knew the blame for all that has transpired belonged on his
doorstep, however he wished he could off-load some of it to Randy. If it
wasn't for him, offering Chris the steroids, causing the young man to land
in massive debt, which lead to the bet of trying to bed Carlito in exchange
for Randy forgiving what Chris owed him, none of this would be
happening. He wouldn't be feeling so guilty about what he's put Carlito
through.


"Yes Carly I know, I just...I'm a bit shocked that's all. I honestly didn't
think you'd go that far, to be honest - i never wanted you to."


Another moment of silence passed. The way it built up, eerily quiet, it
might have seemed like the Puerto Rican was building up to say something
profound. But in another instance where his head was clearly clouded, he
simply complained.


"My neck really hurts."


Without thinking, Chris sat closer to his friend and gently placed his
smooth hands on brown skin and began to massage at it. The bruising that
Randy left began to cause discoloration on Carlito. Chris paid special
attention to the fresh wound that Randy created. He didn't have anything to
bandage it up in. All he could do is sooth Carlito with reassuring words.


"I'm sorry."


"Hurts when you do that, too." He smirked and the expression might have
looked like Carlito but his actions betrayed that - he readily bridged the
gap between their faces and gently kissed his friend.


Right now, Chris was giving attention to him. He was kind. He wasn't mean
like Randy.


"Car--" Chris took in the the almost sloppy kiss Carlito gave him without
warning. His gut was telling him to resist and even pull the smaller man
off of him, but temptation overcame him.


He did pause when he eventually registered Chris' apparent objections. He
looked into his friend's eyes and waited - a second. Then another. A small
smile graced his features.


"Is everything okay?" The Puerto Rican asked, his voice colored in
innocence. He really just wanted to make his friend happy.


"I'm not sure..." Chris said holding his head down slightly. He wasn't sure
what was happening to be honest, but if Carlito continued to seduce him
with his appearance and loving behavior, he doesn't know if he can resist
much longer.


"How can I convince you?" He mumbled, carefully slinking his hand down
Chris' toned chest, suggestive because it seemed to be all he knew right
then.


All Chris could do was sit and watch as Carlito maneuvered his delicate
fingers across the peaks and valleys of his abs. His expression was
priceless as he stared at Carlito playing with his tight muscles. Chris's
breath started to become shallow as Carlito continued to move downward on
his body.


"What do you want me to do for you?" He asked, his dark eyes never parting
from Chris' face as his hand closed around Masters' impressive length - not
stroking it at first, simply touching it.


"I...I" Chris was at a loss for words. God did he want so badly for Carlito
to sensually wrap his lips around his ever-hardening cock, but some part of
him resisted. He wasn't sure of the situation, he wasn't sure of the man
willing to please him. Why was he behaving in such a manor? Chris really
didn't care too much to find out, now that Carlito was willing to do
anything to please him.


He continued to remain silent, pleading with his eyes at Carlito, hoping he
understood what he wanted without words.


"Do you wanna blow in my mouth or up my ass?" He asked bluntly, squeezing
the veiny cock in his hand for good measure. It seemed like the Carlito who
was drooling over Randy, eager for sex, was back after a brief pause. But
since he was saying all the right things, it didn't seem to matter.


"Lay on your back..." Chris responded almost weakly. He lost his nerves and
wanted what Carlito was offering him. He didn't want to refuse this
gift. He stood up and motioned for Carlito to lie back on the mattress.


With a toothy grin, he did as asked. Not having the heart to tease the
bigger man, he lay back with eyes to the ceiling. He was a sight, a dark
half-hard cock between his muscled thighs. He was sprawled out and waiting.


Chris licked his lips at the sight of a nude Carlito willing and waiting
for him to fuck him. He grabbed the remaining lube from the table and
lathered his cock and Carlito's tight entrance. With a deep breath, he
pushed inside, glad to feel the warmth of his lover again. He grabbed
Carlito's hips and began thrusting deeper and deeper with reckless
abandon. He leaned down and got within 1 inch of Carlito's face. He noticed
his eyes were slightly dilated. He wondered for a brief moment why that was
before euphoria started to overcome him. He quickly shook the thought out
of his head as he let the wave of a pending orgasm overtake him.


Chris fucked. And Carly took every bit of it. As far as the Puerto Rican
was concerned, there was no emotion attached. He could have been fucked by
Cena, by Batista, by Randy himself - it didn't seem to matter as he moaned
out, his handsome face a vision of pained pleasure. Nothing else seemed to
click in his brain, even the pain in his neck faded. There was only the
fire of lust which fueled him.


'Ah,' 'Ah,' he howled. Apparently, he was too consumed to even speak.


Chris continued to thrust himself inside Carlito, alternating his fuck
strokes from soft and sensual, to rough and hard. He wrapped his thick
hands on Carlito's hardened cock and stroked him in rhythm to his own
thrusts. He wrapped his other hand on the backside of Carlito's head and
lifted it towards his face. He kissed him full force before laying
Carlito's head back down to continue his assault of Carlito's stretched
hole.


He spread his legs a bit with every thrust, wincing and biting his lip as
his his hole was assaulted for a second time. It was different then - there
were no words between them and Chris wasn't verbally demanding to hear
Carlito submit.


Though perhaps he didn't have to. The Puerto Rican was like a toy, like a
sex doll, used and abused with no objection. Randy would have been proud.


Chris kept his eyes locked on Carlito, not once straying. He gauged his
reaction to Chris penetrating him. He wasn't sure Carlito wanted this or
not but he took his word and continued on. He felt himself reaching his
climax, sooner than usual. He wasn't going to hold back, not now. He braced
himself on the mattress prepping for an overpowering release.


"This what you want." He moaned out almost a whisper as he felt Chris began
to leak in his ravaged hole. It wasn't a question - it was an
assertion. The bigger man had his way. Carlito did what Randy said would
make Chris happy.


Chris felt hurt at those words. It stung to hear Carlito say that. He
slowly pulled out his softening cock and watched as white cream streamed
out of Carlito's ass. He gathered himself and sat down in the leather
chair, wiping himself down with his discarded T-shirt.


`What's done is done...'