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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.