Fandango’ masculine moans were music to Tyler Breeze’s ears as he bobbed his head in the man’s lap, his thick, hard shaft sliding between his lips. His own erection was woefully neglected at the moment, but Tyler was enjoying himself nonetheless as he pulled away to lap shamelessly at Fandango’s slippery cock before sinking back down onto it. He let out little moans here and there around the cock in his mouth between his audible slurps, relishing in the scent of the man’s musk and the taste of his member.
It was a familiar experience for Tyler Breeze. After all, the superstars had needs just like anyone else, but they had significantly less opportunity to find any relief due to their busy schedules. Luckily for them, or at least the ones on SmackDown, the pretty half of Breezango was more than happy to take care of them. A happy wrestler was an efficient wrestler, after all.
Above him, Tyler could hear his companion’s pants increasing in volume, and the man placed a hand on the back of his head, urging him on. Taking the obvious hint, Tyler increased his pace, skillfully taking the shaft all the way down into his throat with a lewd schlurp, each bob of his head ending with his nose pressed firmly into the saliva-slick tuft of hair just above the throbbing organ in his maw.
Tyler’s mental grin only grew as he began to pull away every few bobs, giving the shaft long, eager licks on the way back up before planting a soft kiss upon the tip. Fandango snorted and started bucking his hips harder in response. Knowing that that meant, the fashion police officer grinned as he pulled back and started sucking on the head, eager to taste the man’s warm, sticky seed.
And, of course, that was when the locker room doors slammed opened and another man marched in, looking impatient and displeased. “Tyler Breeze! Fandango, where the he—” John Cena’s authoritative command died in his throat as his eyes found the model kneeling between the other man’s legs by the bench across the room, both of the men staring at him in alarm.
The blonde male model, who had been eagerly servicing his fellow superstar, quickly scrambled away, a heavy blush on his face as he awkwardly stood. After a moment, Fandango stood beside him.
John Cena sputtered for several moments, staring anywhere but at the two as they stood before him, flustered. He finally shook his head and focused his thoughts, raising a hand to block his view of the pair’s junk. “This is why you missed training?!” he snarled. “Because you two wanted to screw?”
Breeze considered pointing out that sex was actually pretty good cardio, but wisely decided that he rather liked being alive.
John glowered at the two, his teeth grinding together. There was a prominent vein throbbing at his temple and his face was slowly turning red with anger. The pressure quickly grew to be far too much for Fandango, who threw his hands into the air and cried out, “It was his idea!”
He immediately regretted his outburst when John focused on him and marched over to stand in front of him. “So you’re telling me...” the champ leaned in close, staring down the nervous guard, “that in this act of consensual sex, you had no involvement whatsoever?”
“I, uh...” Fandango swallowed audibly, a bead of sweat rolling down his cheek. He licked his lips, taking in a shaky breath. “I didn’t say that, I just... He, erm, he—”
“Sorry, John,” Tyler interrupted the stuttering man with a little shrug, wiping his mouth clean of stray saliva. “The poor guy was all by himself in the shower, pretty much just as hard as he is now, and clearly needed some help getting off.” He donned an innocent expression, pressing his hand to his chest and speaking of himself as though he were some sort of saint. “So I, being the generous guy that I am, offered to assist my tag team partner. I was simply alleviating his tension.”
John’s piercing gaze snapped back to Tyler. “Alleviating…?” His face contorted in a snarl. “You’ve got a lot of nerve!” he shouted. “This isn’t even the first time! You have been caught fraternizing no less than three times in the past month! Three!”
“I didn’t know!” Fandango looked positively horrified, his gaze flicking between John and Tyler. “Please, you have to understand!”
“You’re off the hook this time, Fandango, but if I catch you doing this again...” the champ trailed off ominously, leaving the threat to fester in his imagination. He turned and jabbed the smarmy blonde in the chest. “You, on the other hand, should have learned your lesson after the first time, never mind the second! How many of my wrestlers are you going to screw before you get that through your thick skull?!”
Well, I’d like to find out, Tyler thought slyly. He didn’t dare say the words out loud, even he wasn’t that stupid, but John must have seen something on his face, because his eyes narrowed.
“Since you obviously can’t control yourself, we’re just going to have to find another solution,” he said darkly. He turned around and stepped back outside, clearing his throat and taking in a deep breath. “Boys, in here!” he suddenly bellowed. Within seconds, thirty plus men, an assortment of superstars in all shapes and sizes, breezed into the locker room. They gathered before him, standing in front of the champ. After giving them a cursory inspection, John gave a satisfied nod. “We have a matter of discipline to attend to,” he said sternly. “Our resident model seems to be unable to control his ‘urges,’ as I’m sure many of you have discovered by now.”
A quiet round of awkward stares and embarrassed gazes passed throughout the crowd, subtle, but none went unnoticed by the perceptive champ. Despite John’s quip, not one of them dared to release so much as a chuckle.
After a brief pause, John continued. “Every man here that is either gay or bisexual will remain. The rest of you are to continue your duties as normal.”
The various wrestlers gave each other confused looks at that, but orders were orders. Gradually, about two thirds of the wrestlers present left and went back to what they were doing, leaving twelve behind.
“Good. Orton, go down to the basement and bring me a set of stocks. You might have to dust them off.” Randy frowned and seemed to be a bit worried by the order, but nonetheless he acknowledged it and hurried off.
John then turned and marched back to where Tyler and Fandango were still standing at attention, looking rather anxious. To John’s slight amusement, they were still very visibly erect, surprising considering their situation. Nevertheless, that would make things easier going forward with what he had planned.
At John’s command, the other superstars filed into the spacious room and spread out, looking with varying degrees of interest, amusement, and concern at the nervous men standing apart from them. Whispers of SmackDown’s ‘cum sponge’ finally getting caught quickly spread amongst the gathered males.
For a while the room was silent, John making no further attempt to explain what he had in mind. He gave the pair a chance to stew in their own fears while being watched by the rest of their platoon. Both Tyler Breeze and Fandango were sweating nervously, imagining what John Cena was planning for them, not to mention embarrassed by the fact they were still erect in front of their comrades.
After a few minutes, Randy Orton finally returned, pulling a set of heavy wooden stocks along behind him and panting slightly from the exertion.
“Good. Put it over there,” John said, pointing at the center of the room.
At John’s order, the muscular man hauled the hefty wooden stocks into the center of the room between the two rows of beds, the base making an eerie screech as it scraped along the stone floor. As soon as he had in in place, he opened it up and looked at his champ expectantly. John gave him a nod, and the wrestler moved back to stand with the other superstars.
Tyler and Fandango eyed the contraption nervously. It consisted of two wooden poles, spread about half again as wide as the average man, connected by a thick wooden plank. There were three large holes drilled through the plank, the middle one larger than the other two.
“These,” John began. “Are stocks. They were originally created to be used as a means of humiliation. Back in the day they’d sometimes be used to humble an arrogant wrestler, but for obvious reasons we stopped using them as the company got bigger in the eighties.”
Tyler’s eyes were wide, and he was looking fearfully between the stocks and his commanding officer. John smirked at his discomfort. “But, that’s not quite what I have in mind,” he said. He turned toward American Alpha nearby. “You two, lock Breeze in the stocks.”
Jason Jordan and Chad Gable quickly moved to obey the order, marching over to Tyler. The model started backing away, but they caught up to him without too much trouble and took hold of him. With a little urging, Tyler sighed and willingly stepped alongside them. Since he didn’t have much choice in the matter, he placed his head and arms into the grooves without further prompting. A moment later, he flinched as the top half slammed into place above him, trapping him in place at his neck and shoulders.
Tyler already hated it. His legs were awkwardly spread apart to keep him balanced, leaving him exposed. His arms were uncomfortably held in place. He was completely immobilized except for a small amount of wiggle room at his rear. On top of that, he was still hard, and everyone present could see it.
John stepped over to stand in front of him, and knelt down to stare him in the eyes. “Now then, you probably want to know what’s going to happen next. Well, it’s simple. I’m giving you exactly what you want.”
Tyler frowned in confusion, but John stepped aside, to where he couldn’t see him. Then, without warning, he felt a hard slap on his exposed ass, and a hand rested there on his right cheek. “Fandango!” he heard John say. “Since you were first in line, you’re going to be the first to finish.”
The various men in the room started to mumble, and Tyler’s jaw dropped as he realized what John was planning. It was all starting to add up. John wasn’t just going to leave him in stocks, he was going to have him fucked senseless by every man in the locker room.
“That’s right,” John Cena said smugly, watching the realization appear on his face. “Since you have so much trouble keeping your dick in your pants, all of these men are going to do it for you. They’re going to fuck you so hard that you won’t be able to get hard for a week.”
Tyler blinked, then smirked. “Oh, is that all, sir?” he asked rhetorically. “Well, I guess I’ll have more free time later, after getting my ‘to-do list’ done all at once.”
Rather than get angry at his boast, John gave him a dark smile. “We’ll just have to see how fast you change your mind, won’t we?” He nodded to Fandango and beckoned him forward.
Fandango seemed hesitant, but he had been so close to cumming when John had walked in on them. Plus, he was still thoroughly lubricated by Tyler’s saliva, so better him than someone dry. At least, that was what he told himself as he eyed that delicious rump on the bound man before him.
After a few moments, Fandango stepped forward. He felt very self conscious with all of the men watching him, but his desire for release inevitably took precedence. Taking in a deep breath, he mounted Tyler from behind, stepping forward and placing his hands on the model’s shoulders, the head of his manhood immediately nudging at his tight passage as he wriggled into place behind him.
Tyler squirmed as he felt the man’s weight settle on his back, his legs parting almost instinctively. He was no stranger to being mounted, but he still wasn’t entirely comfortable with the circumstances. Still, he had to admit that some part of him did like the idea, and he hadn’t exactly said no either. After all, it was a chance for free sex with a bunch of hot, fit men. It was nothing he hadn’t been planning to do anyway sooner or later, but now he had his commander’s permission.
“And don’t forget to finish inside,” John added, his eyes alight with amusement as the ballroom dancer gave a half-aware little nod. “You’re all going to need plenty of lube before we’re done here.”
Tyler gritted his teeth as he felt Fandango press against his tight entrance. He was suddenly very thankful that he’d given such a sloppy blowjob, since the man’s cock was still wet enough to slide in without too much difficulty. That went double since Fandango was hardly able to control himself, having already been denied one orgasm.
Tyler couldn’t hold in his grunts as Fandango spread his back door wide with his haphazard thrusts, quickly sinking the head in. It was followed by the first few inches of his cock with relatively little resistance, drawing a startled eep from the model. He pulled back a moment later, only to slide back in and bury it another few inches further. Then, with a final push, Fandango made it all the way in to the hilt, his balls resting against Tyler’s.
Normally, Fandango would have given Tyler enough time to adjust, but he was already too eager for that, and this was his ‘revenge’ for being dragged into the situation that he was currently in. He braced himself against his partner’s back and began to thrust, releasing a low grunt each time he buried himself to the hilt. Tyler clenched around him instinctively, letting out a little moan as his insides were spread by the man’s stiff rod.
Tyler had his eyes clenched shut, his teeth gritted as he tried to contain his noises of pleasure. Fandango might have been rough, but admittedly that was how he liked it anyway. Still, some part of him insisted that he not give John Cena the satisfaction of hearing him enjoy the experience. But as the strong man on top of him continued to slam into him, his thrusts growing more and more erratic by the moment, he was finding that to be quite the challenge.
The various other men in the room were clearly getting flustered. Most of them were getting hard, and a few were already stroking themselves openly, their eyes fixed on the two fucking men. John quickly took notice. “Big E,” he said, getting the rather large man’s attention. Cena had sat back on a nearby bench, leaning back with his legs spread as he stroked himself. “Since you’re so eager, go ahead and use his other hole.”
Tyler’s eyes opened at that and he looked up. He blushed heavily when he saw all the men looking at him, but his view was quickly obstructed as Big E stepped in front of him. The thick man presented his hard manhood to Tyler as he placed his hands on the top of the stocks. He worked his way forward until the tip of his cock, already leaking precum, was pressing against Tyler’s nose.
As he inhaled, Tyler Breeze was almost floored by the man’s powerful musk, his mouth opening of its own accord and his tongue lolling out the side. Big E was quick to take advantage, working his hips forward and shoving the head past the model’s lips.
The feeling of the big black cock entering his mouth was enough to snap Tyler Breeze out of his lust-induced stupor and he quickly wrapped his lips around it, sucking on it firmly. He was rewarded with a spurt of precum on his tongue, causing him to give a low moan. He eagerly tried to push himself forward to get more into his mouth, only to be held back by the stocks.
The massive man above him was only too happy to oblige his wishes, slowly easing himself into the model until his head reached the back of his mouth. After a brief pause, Big E began pushing further, steadily working his shaft down Tyler Breeze’s throat. The man gagged slightly around the enormous cock, but he was no stranger to deep throating, something that Big E took ready advantage of as he sank half of his cock into Tyler’s maw.
Tyler quickly got to work, eagerly slurping at Big E’s cock as he licked along the shaft with his tongue. He couldn’t bob his head as he would have liked, but Big E was more than happy to take care of that for him, his powerful hips bucking back and forth in front of him and driving his manhood in and out of his throat.
At his other end, Fandango wore an expression of pure ecstasy, his masculine grunts and moans getting louder and more frequent as he fucked Tyler as hard as he could. His hips became a blur of motion, his heavy balls swinging below him as he drove his cock in and out as fast as he could. Each time he buried himself inside, Tyler would either groan or, if it was a particularly strong thrust, even squeal somewhat girlishly. But as worked up as he already was, Fandango didn’t last long. With his loudest grunt yet, he slammed himself into Tyler Breeze one last time and came hard.
Tyler’s eyes slid closed and he moaned in pure delight around Big E’s cock as Fandango came inside him, his thick, sticky load of man spunk quickly coating his inner walls. It wasn’t long at all before he was filled to the brim, the excess cum spurting out around the sides to drip down his balls. The entire time, Fandango was moaning and grunting right next to his ear.
After a few seconds of bliss, Fandango sagged and rested on Tyler’s back, nearly causing the man to sink down under the weight. However much Fandango wanted to enjoy the afterglow, John wasn’t about to let him. “Pull out,” he barked. “Next?”
“That’s me,” Big E said. He stepped back, pulling his moistened cock from Tyler’s lips with a pop. He moved around to Tyler’s back, smirking slightly at all of the cum still oozing from his stretched anus. “Got him nice and warmed up for me,” he said to Fandango. He then gripped him firmly by the hips.
Big E didn’t hesitate as he pressed the head of his cock to Tyler’s stretched entrance and began shoving himself inside. Even after Fandango had loosened him up, the sheer size of Big E’s manhood pushed Tyler to his limit. That didn’t deter him in the slightest, however, and Big E bottomed out a few moments later with a wet slap.
Big E immediately got started, adopting a steady, moderate pace as he began fucking Tyler. Though he wasn’t moving as fast as Fandango had been, every single one of the thrusts was so powerful that it literally lifted Tyler’s bare feet off the floor. On top of that, it was without a doubt the largest cock that Tyler had ever taken, and he loved every second of it.
John waved another man forward, and Tyler noticed it was the Phenominal One, AJ Styles. Like Big E before him, he gripped the stocks with both hands. Unlike Big E, Styles had no patience at all, and shoved his cock into Tyler’s mouth all the way down to the hilt with one thrust. Despite his gagging, this suited Tyler just fine and he quickly got to work. AJ made an approving noise and began bucking his hips, driving his cock in and out of Tyler’s throat with reckless abandon.
From the copious amounts of cum he could feel leaking down his throat, Tyler assumed that AJ had already been rubbing himself off, and was close to finishing. He was all too happy to help him along, swirling his tongue around the shaft and sucking on it eagerly. His eyes were closed and his expression was one of pure ecstasy as he relished in the feeling.
Behind him, Big E was increasing his pace, each one of his thrusts pushing Tyler hard against the stocks. He was gripping him tightly by the hips, his powerful muscles rippling with every movement. Big E began timing his thrusts to the rhythm of "New Day Rocks", his balls slapping in time against Tyler's rear. As Big E got more and more into it, he began spanking Tyler's bubble butt in time as well, just like he would do in the ring.
Tyler’s own manhood was painfully hard by now, jutting out under him and dripping precum.
Then, without warning, Big E grunted and gave a particularly firm thrust. Tyler gave a muffled cry around the man cock buried in his throat as a sudden orgasm wracked his body, his hind legs trembling as his manhood shot thick strands of his cum all over the floor beneath him. He would have collapsed into the puddle of his own release if it hadn’t been for the stocks holding him in place, but he still allowed his rear end to slump slightly as his strength began to leave him.
Before he could catch his breath, Styles gave a grunt of his own, and shoved himself down Tyler’s throat until his balls were resting against his chin. Tyler moaned quietly as he felt the man’s hot load shoot down his throat, swallowing weakly. However, before he was finished he began pulling back. He shot another burst of cum into Tyler’s mouth before pulling out completely, his cock held just in front of Tyler’s face as it shot the final few stands all over it, covering his chin, nose, and forehead with the man’s warm, sticky spunk.
“Next man!” John shouted. Tyler barely even heard it; he had far too much on his mind by then. Of course, even while distracted it was impossible to miss it when yet another cock was shoved into his mouth. Although he was still feeling sluggish, he nonetheless treated the man to the same enthusiasm as he had the last two.
Big E’s thrusts were at a fevered pitch by then, and with a final, rumbling growl, he hilted himself inside Tyler and came. Tyler shivered as he felt the massive load being released inside him, warm, sticky, and very virile. Already filled from the previous man, the excess seed quickly spurted out around the shaft, further coating his balls and thighs, with the rest dripping down to the puddle forming behind him.
The superstars knew the routine by now, and Big E pulled out as soon as he was finished. Another man quickly took his place, pressing his hands on the middle of Tyler’s back as he slid himself inside with a single, smooth thrust. By now, Tyler’s ass was so thoroughly stretched that there was barely any resistance at all to the penetration. Cum from the previous two men was forced out around the man’s cock, splattering both his underside and Tyler’s rear end. He didn’t seem to mind and quickly began thrusting into Tyler. He wasn’t nearly as rough as Big E had been, but Tyler needed a moment to catch his breath anyway.
The one using his mouth was another matter entirely. He was giving Tyler the pounding of his life. He would withdraw until only the head remained in Tyler’s mouth, then with a single thrust he would bury himself back inside to the point where his balls rested against Tyler’s chin. The man was using his mouth and throat so liberally that Tyler didn’t even need to do anything to get him off. It was just as well, since his tongue was starting to ache.
Unable to wait any longer, two more superstars trotted forward to stand on either side of the one in front. They lined up, aiming their cocks at Tyler’s face and began stroking themselves. Tyler gave a low moan at the sight, but he was completely helpless to tend to them, bound like he was.
Before long, he moaned deep in his throat as the cock in his mouth twitched, pumping its thick, sticky seed down his throat. The man quickly pulled back, his cock aimed at Tyler’s face as it spurted its load all over it. Tyler closed his eyes just in time for the first ropey strand to splatter across the bridge of his nose before he opened his mouth, tongue hanging out. A few of the salty stands landed on his tongue, causing him to shiver at the taste, but most of the man’s hot spunk splattered all over his face, far larger than the previous load.
With a satisfied sigh, that man moved aside, only for the man on on Tyler’s right side to take his place and shove his cock down his throat. Tyler was feeling the strain by then, but his cock was already hard again, and the renewed desire for release was enough to keep him going. Out of the corner of his eye he saw yet another body step forward, again bringing the total number in front of him to three.
The man mounting him from behind was getting increasingly urgent with his thrusts. He was lying almost directly on top of Tyler now, straddling him and pressing down on his back as he thrust down into him. Each time he thrust, Tyler felt his cock twitch from the sensation, pushing him closer to his building orgasm. Then, without warning, the man bit down on Tyler’s shoulder and buried himself inside.
For the third time that day, Tyler felt a massive load of sticky, hot man spunk get pumped into him. He moaned at the feeling, but the cock was quickly pulled out, instead resting his shaft between his cheeks. Tyler’s back quickly became painted with the man’s cum, and the rest soaked down to form a puddle at the small of his back.
As the man pulled away, one of the three in front moved around his back, quickly mounting Tyler and thrusting all the way in with a wet squelch. This one was rougher than the rest, except for Big E, and Tyler felt himself get weak in the knees as the guard took control over him.
Without warning, one of the men in front of him came, shooting a few spurts of his sticky seed all across the right side of Tyler’s face. The man quickly shifted, aiming lower to cover his chest with the remainder.
The man had barely finished before Tyler felt the balls resting against his chin twitch. A moment later, and the guard moaned loudly as his load shot deep into Tyler’s throat. His throat was stretched so tightly around the cock that Tyler could actually feel every spurt of cum as it went down the shaft. The feeling was enough to send him into another orgasm, screaming as loud as he could around the shaft as he shot another massive load on the floor beneath him.
The guard pulled out of his mouth as soon as he was done, but before Tyler could so much as take a breath another cock had already taken its place, the man roughly thrusting down his throat. Behind him, he felt the wrestler pull himself out, and he gave a low moan of utter delight as he felt warm, thick strands of the man’s cum landing all over his back.
As the man stepped away, Tyler felt another settle on his back within seconds. He had lost count by now, but he was already starting to feel quite sore, and yet strangely he enjoyed the feeling. As the man behind him thrust into him, the one jerking himself off on his right side bucked forward and came, his sticky load landing all over Tyler’s already cum-soaked face and neck. The man shifted a bit, splattering his ears and hair as well.
By now, Tyler’s face was so thoroughly covered in cum that he didn’t dare open his eyes. It dripped off his face freely, and his hair lay plastered to his head, the weight of the spunk forcing those long, blonde locks to stick to his head, clumping together. On top of that, his balls were also completely coated in it, and smaller amounts were splattered all over his thighs, ass, and back as well. He would need a very thorough shower after all this was over with.
The man thrusting into his mouth suddenly stopped, holding himself inside. A moment later and his huge load followed, so deep in Tyler’s throat that it felt as if it were going directly into his stomach. After a few moments, he pulled out and thrust forward, his balls draped over Tyler’s nose as the rest of his cum drizzled into his hair.
When that guard pulled away, Tyler actually had a few moments to catch his breath before he felt another cock nudging insistently at his lips. By then his jaw, not to mention his throat, were both extremely sore. He took a moment, screwing his eyes shut, to swallow painfully, but nonetheless he parted his lips and allowed the head to slip inside. To his surprise, the cock was already wet when it made its way in. Apparently, some of the other men had indulged among themselves while they waited their turn.
The next one to orgasm caught Tyler completely off guard. He felt, rather than saw, as a man standing behind him shot his sticky load all over Tyler’s ass cheeks. A moment later, the one fucking him from behind pulled out. To his surprise, the man didn’t cum, but instead shifted down so his cock was underneath Tyler, sliding it along the underside of his balls and shaft until their hips met again. The other male’s length slid between his balls with an agonizing slowness, each one of his meaty orbs hanging to either side of the quivering shaft.
The man above him began bucking his hips, panting and moaning in his ear as he ground their shafts together. Tyler winced, his balls taking a thorough beating from the man’s jerky movements. Before the rough treatment became too much for him, the weight on his back suddenly disappeared.
However, the pressure on his cock returned mere moments later. Turning his gaze downward around the crotch in his face, the man found Dolph Ziggler staring up at him laid out on his back with a pleased look on his face.
Dolph wriggled around, trying to get comfortable in the puddle of cooling spunk that had formed on the floor, courtesy of the many gathered men who’d plowed Tyler thus far. With his body stained white, Ziggler raised his hips and quickly fell back into the same jerky rhythm from before, frotting Tyler from below.
Tyler gnawed on his lip, eyes screwed tightly shut as the larger man’s shaft rubbed against his own from beneath, droplets of cum leaking from his rump and onto the Dolph’s balls in a messy display. The grinding continued for some time, as did the man having his way with Tyler’s throat, showing off his impressive stamina with his steady oral fucking.
Before long, the man grunted and came hard, coating the underside of Tyler’s cock with his spunk and launching an impressive strand of seed through the air and past his head, adding his own mix to the puddle beneath Tyler’s cum-dribbling chin and the man plowing into his front half. Tyler himself followed a moment later, moaning loudly as he came against the cock pressed against his, coating Ziggler’s face in a layer of creamy spunk, who closed an eye as the hot liquid slowly slid down his face.
Dolph laid still for several moments, basking in his afterglow, before he finally let out a shaky breath and rolled onto his belly, further smearing the cum into his skin. Raising up onto shaky legs, he slid out from under the bound model and hobbled off, dripping copious globs of multiple men’s seed.
To Tyler’s surprise, and relief, no one else took his place. A moment later, and the man in front of him pulled out of his mouth, only to stroke himself in front of his face until he came, shooting his thick, sticky load all over it.
And just like that, it was over. No one else stepped forward, no one else came in or on him, and his cock, after three orgasms, was now completely spent. Without anyone holding him steady, Tyler sagged in the stocks, his body hanging limply by his arms as his legs gave out at last. After a few moments he heard a click and the stocks were opened, freeing him and allowing him to slump to the floor in the puddle of mixed man cum.
“Alright,” John said, apparently satisfied. “I think I’ve made my point. You’re all dismissed.” The men in the room, exhausted and satisfied, climbed to their feet. After taking a few minutes to clean themselves up, they gradually trudged out of the locker room to resume their usual training, leaving John Cena alone with Tyler Breeze.
“So, how do you feel?” John asked with a grin.
A low, exhausted grunt was the only answer he got.
John smirked. “Can you move at all?”
Another grumble.
The champ snorted. “I didn’t think so. Well, you’re definitely not gonna just lie around like this.”
Tyler Breeze suddenly felt lighter as he was gently lifted off the floor by John. He was carried in Cena’s strong arms to the shower room. A few moments later he was carefully set down on the floor. A steady stream of warm water rained down on him as John turned on the shower for him.
“Clean yourself up whenever you can,” John said calmly. “Consider yourself done for the rest of the day, Breeze.”
With that final statement, John turned around and left Tyler Breeze alone. As the spent man rested there on the floor underneath the warm stream of water, he found himself smiling as he wondered if his punishment had been anything but.
It was a familiar experience for Tyler Breeze. After all, the superstars had needs just like anyone else, but they had significantly less opportunity to find any relief due to their busy schedules. Luckily for them, or at least the ones on SmackDown, the pretty half of Breezango was more than happy to take care of them. A happy wrestler was an efficient wrestler, after all.
Above him, Tyler could hear his companion’s pants increasing in volume, and the man placed a hand on the back of his head, urging him on. Taking the obvious hint, Tyler increased his pace, skillfully taking the shaft all the way down into his throat with a lewd schlurp, each bob of his head ending with his nose pressed firmly into the saliva-slick tuft of hair just above the throbbing organ in his maw.
Tyler’s mental grin only grew as he began to pull away every few bobs, giving the shaft long, eager licks on the way back up before planting a soft kiss upon the tip. Fandango snorted and started bucking his hips harder in response. Knowing that that meant, the fashion police officer grinned as he pulled back and started sucking on the head, eager to taste the man’s warm, sticky seed.
And, of course, that was when the locker room doors slammed opened and another man marched in, looking impatient and displeased. “Tyler Breeze! Fandango, where the he—” John Cena’s authoritative command died in his throat as his eyes found the model kneeling between the other man’s legs by the bench across the room, both of the men staring at him in alarm.
The blonde male model, who had been eagerly servicing his fellow superstar, quickly scrambled away, a heavy blush on his face as he awkwardly stood. After a moment, Fandango stood beside him.
John Cena sputtered for several moments, staring anywhere but at the two as they stood before him, flustered. He finally shook his head and focused his thoughts, raising a hand to block his view of the pair’s junk. “This is why you missed training?!” he snarled. “Because you two wanted to screw?”
Breeze considered pointing out that sex was actually pretty good cardio, but wisely decided that he rather liked being alive.
John glowered at the two, his teeth grinding together. There was a prominent vein throbbing at his temple and his face was slowly turning red with anger. The pressure quickly grew to be far too much for Fandango, who threw his hands into the air and cried out, “It was his idea!”
He immediately regretted his outburst when John focused on him and marched over to stand in front of him. “So you’re telling me...” the champ leaned in close, staring down the nervous guard, “that in this act of consensual sex, you had no involvement whatsoever?”
“I, uh...” Fandango swallowed audibly, a bead of sweat rolling down his cheek. He licked his lips, taking in a shaky breath. “I didn’t say that, I just... He, erm, he—”
“Sorry, John,” Tyler interrupted the stuttering man with a little shrug, wiping his mouth clean of stray saliva. “The poor guy was all by himself in the shower, pretty much just as hard as he is now, and clearly needed some help getting off.” He donned an innocent expression, pressing his hand to his chest and speaking of himself as though he were some sort of saint. “So I, being the generous guy that I am, offered to assist my tag team partner. I was simply alleviating his tension.”
John’s piercing gaze snapped back to Tyler. “Alleviating…?” His face contorted in a snarl. “You’ve got a lot of nerve!” he shouted. “This isn’t even the first time! You have been caught fraternizing no less than three times in the past month! Three!”
“I didn’t know!” Fandango looked positively horrified, his gaze flicking between John and Tyler. “Please, you have to understand!”
“You’re off the hook this time, Fandango, but if I catch you doing this again...” the champ trailed off ominously, leaving the threat to fester in his imagination. He turned and jabbed the smarmy blonde in the chest. “You, on the other hand, should have learned your lesson after the first time, never mind the second! How many of my wrestlers are you going to screw before you get that through your thick skull?!”
Well, I’d like to find out, Tyler thought slyly. He didn’t dare say the words out loud, even he wasn’t that stupid, but John must have seen something on his face, because his eyes narrowed.
“Since you obviously can’t control yourself, we’re just going to have to find another solution,” he said darkly. He turned around and stepped back outside, clearing his throat and taking in a deep breath. “Boys, in here!” he suddenly bellowed. Within seconds, thirty plus men, an assortment of superstars in all shapes and sizes, breezed into the locker room. They gathered before him, standing in front of the champ. After giving them a cursory inspection, John gave a satisfied nod. “We have a matter of discipline to attend to,” he said sternly. “Our resident model seems to be unable to control his ‘urges,’ as I’m sure many of you have discovered by now.”
A quiet round of awkward stares and embarrassed gazes passed throughout the crowd, subtle, but none went unnoticed by the perceptive champ. Despite John’s quip, not one of them dared to release so much as a chuckle.
After a brief pause, John continued. “Every man here that is either gay or bisexual will remain. The rest of you are to continue your duties as normal.”
The various wrestlers gave each other confused looks at that, but orders were orders. Gradually, about two thirds of the wrestlers present left and went back to what they were doing, leaving twelve behind.
“Good. Orton, go down to the basement and bring me a set of stocks. You might have to dust them off.” Randy frowned and seemed to be a bit worried by the order, but nonetheless he acknowledged it and hurried off.
John then turned and marched back to where Tyler and Fandango were still standing at attention, looking rather anxious. To John’s slight amusement, they were still very visibly erect, surprising considering their situation. Nevertheless, that would make things easier going forward with what he had planned.
At John’s command, the other superstars filed into the spacious room and spread out, looking with varying degrees of interest, amusement, and concern at the nervous men standing apart from them. Whispers of SmackDown’s ‘cum sponge’ finally getting caught quickly spread amongst the gathered males.
For a while the room was silent, John making no further attempt to explain what he had in mind. He gave the pair a chance to stew in their own fears while being watched by the rest of their platoon. Both Tyler Breeze and Fandango were sweating nervously, imagining what John Cena was planning for them, not to mention embarrassed by the fact they were still erect in front of their comrades.
After a few minutes, Randy Orton finally returned, pulling a set of heavy wooden stocks along behind him and panting slightly from the exertion.
“Good. Put it over there,” John said, pointing at the center of the room.
At John’s order, the muscular man hauled the hefty wooden stocks into the center of the room between the two rows of beds, the base making an eerie screech as it scraped along the stone floor. As soon as he had in in place, he opened it up and looked at his champ expectantly. John gave him a nod, and the wrestler moved back to stand with the other superstars.
Tyler and Fandango eyed the contraption nervously. It consisted of two wooden poles, spread about half again as wide as the average man, connected by a thick wooden plank. There were three large holes drilled through the plank, the middle one larger than the other two.
“These,” John began. “Are stocks. They were originally created to be used as a means of humiliation. Back in the day they’d sometimes be used to humble an arrogant wrestler, but for obvious reasons we stopped using them as the company got bigger in the eighties.”
Tyler’s eyes were wide, and he was looking fearfully between the stocks and his commanding officer. John smirked at his discomfort. “But, that’s not quite what I have in mind,” he said. He turned toward American Alpha nearby. “You two, lock Breeze in the stocks.”
Jason Jordan and Chad Gable quickly moved to obey the order, marching over to Tyler. The model started backing away, but they caught up to him without too much trouble and took hold of him. With a little urging, Tyler sighed and willingly stepped alongside them. Since he didn’t have much choice in the matter, he placed his head and arms into the grooves without further prompting. A moment later, he flinched as the top half slammed into place above him, trapping him in place at his neck and shoulders.
Tyler already hated it. His legs were awkwardly spread apart to keep him balanced, leaving him exposed. His arms were uncomfortably held in place. He was completely immobilized except for a small amount of wiggle room at his rear. On top of that, he was still hard, and everyone present could see it.
John stepped over to stand in front of him, and knelt down to stare him in the eyes. “Now then, you probably want to know what’s going to happen next. Well, it’s simple. I’m giving you exactly what you want.”
Tyler frowned in confusion, but John stepped aside, to where he couldn’t see him. Then, without warning, he felt a hard slap on his exposed ass, and a hand rested there on his right cheek. “Fandango!” he heard John say. “Since you were first in line, you’re going to be the first to finish.”
The various men in the room started to mumble, and Tyler’s jaw dropped as he realized what John was planning. It was all starting to add up. John wasn’t just going to leave him in stocks, he was going to have him fucked senseless by every man in the locker room.
“That’s right,” John Cena said smugly, watching the realization appear on his face. “Since you have so much trouble keeping your dick in your pants, all of these men are going to do it for you. They’re going to fuck you so hard that you won’t be able to get hard for a week.”
Tyler blinked, then smirked. “Oh, is that all, sir?” he asked rhetorically. “Well, I guess I’ll have more free time later, after getting my ‘to-do list’ done all at once.”
Rather than get angry at his boast, John gave him a dark smile. “We’ll just have to see how fast you change your mind, won’t we?” He nodded to Fandango and beckoned him forward.
Fandango seemed hesitant, but he had been so close to cumming when John had walked in on them. Plus, he was still thoroughly lubricated by Tyler’s saliva, so better him than someone dry. At least, that was what he told himself as he eyed that delicious rump on the bound man before him.
After a few moments, Fandango stepped forward. He felt very self conscious with all of the men watching him, but his desire for release inevitably took precedence. Taking in a deep breath, he mounted Tyler from behind, stepping forward and placing his hands on the model’s shoulders, the head of his manhood immediately nudging at his tight passage as he wriggled into place behind him.
Tyler squirmed as he felt the man’s weight settle on his back, his legs parting almost instinctively. He was no stranger to being mounted, but he still wasn’t entirely comfortable with the circumstances. Still, he had to admit that some part of him did like the idea, and he hadn’t exactly said no either. After all, it was a chance for free sex with a bunch of hot, fit men. It was nothing he hadn’t been planning to do anyway sooner or later, but now he had his commander’s permission.
“And don’t forget to finish inside,” John added, his eyes alight with amusement as the ballroom dancer gave a half-aware little nod. “You’re all going to need plenty of lube before we’re done here.”
Tyler gritted his teeth as he felt Fandango press against his tight entrance. He was suddenly very thankful that he’d given such a sloppy blowjob, since the man’s cock was still wet enough to slide in without too much difficulty. That went double since Fandango was hardly able to control himself, having already been denied one orgasm.
Tyler couldn’t hold in his grunts as Fandango spread his back door wide with his haphazard thrusts, quickly sinking the head in. It was followed by the first few inches of his cock with relatively little resistance, drawing a startled eep from the model. He pulled back a moment later, only to slide back in and bury it another few inches further. Then, with a final push, Fandango made it all the way in to the hilt, his balls resting against Tyler’s.
Normally, Fandango would have given Tyler enough time to adjust, but he was already too eager for that, and this was his ‘revenge’ for being dragged into the situation that he was currently in. He braced himself against his partner’s back and began to thrust, releasing a low grunt each time he buried himself to the hilt. Tyler clenched around him instinctively, letting out a little moan as his insides were spread by the man’s stiff rod.
Tyler had his eyes clenched shut, his teeth gritted as he tried to contain his noises of pleasure. Fandango might have been rough, but admittedly that was how he liked it anyway. Still, some part of him insisted that he not give John Cena the satisfaction of hearing him enjoy the experience. But as the strong man on top of him continued to slam into him, his thrusts growing more and more erratic by the moment, he was finding that to be quite the challenge.
The various other men in the room were clearly getting flustered. Most of them were getting hard, and a few were already stroking themselves openly, their eyes fixed on the two fucking men. John quickly took notice. “Big E,” he said, getting the rather large man’s attention. Cena had sat back on a nearby bench, leaning back with his legs spread as he stroked himself. “Since you’re so eager, go ahead and use his other hole.”
Tyler’s eyes opened at that and he looked up. He blushed heavily when he saw all the men looking at him, but his view was quickly obstructed as Big E stepped in front of him. The thick man presented his hard manhood to Tyler as he placed his hands on the top of the stocks. He worked his way forward until the tip of his cock, already leaking precum, was pressing against Tyler’s nose.
As he inhaled, Tyler Breeze was almost floored by the man’s powerful musk, his mouth opening of its own accord and his tongue lolling out the side. Big E was quick to take advantage, working his hips forward and shoving the head past the model’s lips.
The feeling of the big black cock entering his mouth was enough to snap Tyler Breeze out of his lust-induced stupor and he quickly wrapped his lips around it, sucking on it firmly. He was rewarded with a spurt of precum on his tongue, causing him to give a low moan. He eagerly tried to push himself forward to get more into his mouth, only to be held back by the stocks.
The massive man above him was only too happy to oblige his wishes, slowly easing himself into the model until his head reached the back of his mouth. After a brief pause, Big E began pushing further, steadily working his shaft down Tyler Breeze’s throat. The man gagged slightly around the enormous cock, but he was no stranger to deep throating, something that Big E took ready advantage of as he sank half of his cock into Tyler’s maw.
Tyler quickly got to work, eagerly slurping at Big E’s cock as he licked along the shaft with his tongue. He couldn’t bob his head as he would have liked, but Big E was more than happy to take care of that for him, his powerful hips bucking back and forth in front of him and driving his manhood in and out of his throat.
At his other end, Fandango wore an expression of pure ecstasy, his masculine grunts and moans getting louder and more frequent as he fucked Tyler as hard as he could. His hips became a blur of motion, his heavy balls swinging below him as he drove his cock in and out as fast as he could. Each time he buried himself inside, Tyler would either groan or, if it was a particularly strong thrust, even squeal somewhat girlishly. But as worked up as he already was, Fandango didn’t last long. With his loudest grunt yet, he slammed himself into Tyler Breeze one last time and came hard.
Tyler’s eyes slid closed and he moaned in pure delight around Big E’s cock as Fandango came inside him, his thick, sticky load of man spunk quickly coating his inner walls. It wasn’t long at all before he was filled to the brim, the excess cum spurting out around the sides to drip down his balls. The entire time, Fandango was moaning and grunting right next to his ear.
After a few seconds of bliss, Fandango sagged and rested on Tyler’s back, nearly causing the man to sink down under the weight. However much Fandango wanted to enjoy the afterglow, John wasn’t about to let him. “Pull out,” he barked. “Next?”
“That’s me,” Big E said. He stepped back, pulling his moistened cock from Tyler’s lips with a pop. He moved around to Tyler’s back, smirking slightly at all of the cum still oozing from his stretched anus. “Got him nice and warmed up for me,” he said to Fandango. He then gripped him firmly by the hips.
Big E didn’t hesitate as he pressed the head of his cock to Tyler’s stretched entrance and began shoving himself inside. Even after Fandango had loosened him up, the sheer size of Big E’s manhood pushed Tyler to his limit. That didn’t deter him in the slightest, however, and Big E bottomed out a few moments later with a wet slap.
Big E immediately got started, adopting a steady, moderate pace as he began fucking Tyler. Though he wasn’t moving as fast as Fandango had been, every single one of the thrusts was so powerful that it literally lifted Tyler’s bare feet off the floor. On top of that, it was without a doubt the largest cock that Tyler had ever taken, and he loved every second of it.
John waved another man forward, and Tyler noticed it was the Phenominal One, AJ Styles. Like Big E before him, he gripped the stocks with both hands. Unlike Big E, Styles had no patience at all, and shoved his cock into Tyler’s mouth all the way down to the hilt with one thrust. Despite his gagging, this suited Tyler just fine and he quickly got to work. AJ made an approving noise and began bucking his hips, driving his cock in and out of Tyler’s throat with reckless abandon.
From the copious amounts of cum he could feel leaking down his throat, Tyler assumed that AJ had already been rubbing himself off, and was close to finishing. He was all too happy to help him along, swirling his tongue around the shaft and sucking on it eagerly. His eyes were closed and his expression was one of pure ecstasy as he relished in the feeling.
Behind him, Big E was increasing his pace, each one of his thrusts pushing Tyler hard against the stocks. He was gripping him tightly by the hips, his powerful muscles rippling with every movement. Big E began timing his thrusts to the rhythm of "New Day Rocks", his balls slapping in time against Tyler's rear. As Big E got more and more into it, he began spanking Tyler's bubble butt in time as well, just like he would do in the ring.
Tyler’s own manhood was painfully hard by now, jutting out under him and dripping precum.
Then, without warning, Big E grunted and gave a particularly firm thrust. Tyler gave a muffled cry around the man cock buried in his throat as a sudden orgasm wracked his body, his hind legs trembling as his manhood shot thick strands of his cum all over the floor beneath him. He would have collapsed into the puddle of his own release if it hadn’t been for the stocks holding him in place, but he still allowed his rear end to slump slightly as his strength began to leave him.
Before he could catch his breath, Styles gave a grunt of his own, and shoved himself down Tyler’s throat until his balls were resting against his chin. Tyler moaned quietly as he felt the man’s hot load shoot down his throat, swallowing weakly. However, before he was finished he began pulling back. He shot another burst of cum into Tyler’s mouth before pulling out completely, his cock held just in front of Tyler’s face as it shot the final few stands all over it, covering his chin, nose, and forehead with the man’s warm, sticky spunk.
“Next man!” John shouted. Tyler barely even heard it; he had far too much on his mind by then. Of course, even while distracted it was impossible to miss it when yet another cock was shoved into his mouth. Although he was still feeling sluggish, he nonetheless treated the man to the same enthusiasm as he had the last two.
Big E’s thrusts were at a fevered pitch by then, and with a final, rumbling growl, he hilted himself inside Tyler and came. Tyler shivered as he felt the massive load being released inside him, warm, sticky, and very virile. Already filled from the previous man, the excess seed quickly spurted out around the shaft, further coating his balls and thighs, with the rest dripping down to the puddle forming behind him.
The superstars knew the routine by now, and Big E pulled out as soon as he was finished. Another man quickly took his place, pressing his hands on the middle of Tyler’s back as he slid himself inside with a single, smooth thrust. By now, Tyler’s ass was so thoroughly stretched that there was barely any resistance at all to the penetration. Cum from the previous two men was forced out around the man’s cock, splattering both his underside and Tyler’s rear end. He didn’t seem to mind and quickly began thrusting into Tyler. He wasn’t nearly as rough as Big E had been, but Tyler needed a moment to catch his breath anyway.
The one using his mouth was another matter entirely. He was giving Tyler the pounding of his life. He would withdraw until only the head remained in Tyler’s mouth, then with a single thrust he would bury himself back inside to the point where his balls rested against Tyler’s chin. The man was using his mouth and throat so liberally that Tyler didn’t even need to do anything to get him off. It was just as well, since his tongue was starting to ache.
Unable to wait any longer, two more superstars trotted forward to stand on either side of the one in front. They lined up, aiming their cocks at Tyler’s face and began stroking themselves. Tyler gave a low moan at the sight, but he was completely helpless to tend to them, bound like he was.
Before long, he moaned deep in his throat as the cock in his mouth twitched, pumping its thick, sticky seed down his throat. The man quickly pulled back, his cock aimed at Tyler’s face as it spurted its load all over it. Tyler closed his eyes just in time for the first ropey strand to splatter across the bridge of his nose before he opened his mouth, tongue hanging out. A few of the salty stands landed on his tongue, causing him to shiver at the taste, but most of the man’s hot spunk splattered all over his face, far larger than the previous load.
With a satisfied sigh, that man moved aside, only for the man on on Tyler’s right side to take his place and shove his cock down his throat. Tyler was feeling the strain by then, but his cock was already hard again, and the renewed desire for release was enough to keep him going. Out of the corner of his eye he saw yet another body step forward, again bringing the total number in front of him to three.
The man mounting him from behind was getting increasingly urgent with his thrusts. He was lying almost directly on top of Tyler now, straddling him and pressing down on his back as he thrust down into him. Each time he thrust, Tyler felt his cock twitch from the sensation, pushing him closer to his building orgasm. Then, without warning, the man bit down on Tyler’s shoulder and buried himself inside.
For the third time that day, Tyler felt a massive load of sticky, hot man spunk get pumped into him. He moaned at the feeling, but the cock was quickly pulled out, instead resting his shaft between his cheeks. Tyler’s back quickly became painted with the man’s cum, and the rest soaked down to form a puddle at the small of his back.
As the man pulled away, one of the three in front moved around his back, quickly mounting Tyler and thrusting all the way in with a wet squelch. This one was rougher than the rest, except for Big E, and Tyler felt himself get weak in the knees as the guard took control over him.
Without warning, one of the men in front of him came, shooting a few spurts of his sticky seed all across the right side of Tyler’s face. The man quickly shifted, aiming lower to cover his chest with the remainder.
The man had barely finished before Tyler felt the balls resting against his chin twitch. A moment later, and the guard moaned loudly as his load shot deep into Tyler’s throat. His throat was stretched so tightly around the cock that Tyler could actually feel every spurt of cum as it went down the shaft. The feeling was enough to send him into another orgasm, screaming as loud as he could around the shaft as he shot another massive load on the floor beneath him.
The guard pulled out of his mouth as soon as he was done, but before Tyler could so much as take a breath another cock had already taken its place, the man roughly thrusting down his throat. Behind him, he felt the wrestler pull himself out, and he gave a low moan of utter delight as he felt warm, thick strands of the man’s cum landing all over his back.
As the man stepped away, Tyler felt another settle on his back within seconds. He had lost count by now, but he was already starting to feel quite sore, and yet strangely he enjoyed the feeling. As the man behind him thrust into him, the one jerking himself off on his right side bucked forward and came, his sticky load landing all over Tyler’s already cum-soaked face and neck. The man shifted a bit, splattering his ears and hair as well.
By now, Tyler’s face was so thoroughly covered in cum that he didn’t dare open his eyes. It dripped off his face freely, and his hair lay plastered to his head, the weight of the spunk forcing those long, blonde locks to stick to his head, clumping together. On top of that, his balls were also completely coated in it, and smaller amounts were splattered all over his thighs, ass, and back as well. He would need a very thorough shower after all this was over with.
The man thrusting into his mouth suddenly stopped, holding himself inside. A moment later and his huge load followed, so deep in Tyler’s throat that it felt as if it were going directly into his stomach. After a few moments, he pulled out and thrust forward, his balls draped over Tyler’s nose as the rest of his cum drizzled into his hair.
When that guard pulled away, Tyler actually had a few moments to catch his breath before he felt another cock nudging insistently at his lips. By then his jaw, not to mention his throat, were both extremely sore. He took a moment, screwing his eyes shut, to swallow painfully, but nonetheless he parted his lips and allowed the head to slip inside. To his surprise, the cock was already wet when it made its way in. Apparently, some of the other men had indulged among themselves while they waited their turn.
The next one to orgasm caught Tyler completely off guard. He felt, rather than saw, as a man standing behind him shot his sticky load all over Tyler’s ass cheeks. A moment later, the one fucking him from behind pulled out. To his surprise, the man didn’t cum, but instead shifted down so his cock was underneath Tyler, sliding it along the underside of his balls and shaft until their hips met again. The other male’s length slid between his balls with an agonizing slowness, each one of his meaty orbs hanging to either side of the quivering shaft.
The man above him began bucking his hips, panting and moaning in his ear as he ground their shafts together. Tyler winced, his balls taking a thorough beating from the man’s jerky movements. Before the rough treatment became too much for him, the weight on his back suddenly disappeared.
However, the pressure on his cock returned mere moments later. Turning his gaze downward around the crotch in his face, the man found Dolph Ziggler staring up at him laid out on his back with a pleased look on his face.
Dolph wriggled around, trying to get comfortable in the puddle of cooling spunk that had formed on the floor, courtesy of the many gathered men who’d plowed Tyler thus far. With his body stained white, Ziggler raised his hips and quickly fell back into the same jerky rhythm from before, frotting Tyler from below.
Tyler gnawed on his lip, eyes screwed tightly shut as the larger man’s shaft rubbed against his own from beneath, droplets of cum leaking from his rump and onto the Dolph’s balls in a messy display. The grinding continued for some time, as did the man having his way with Tyler’s throat, showing off his impressive stamina with his steady oral fucking.
Before long, the man grunted and came hard, coating the underside of Tyler’s cock with his spunk and launching an impressive strand of seed through the air and past his head, adding his own mix to the puddle beneath Tyler’s cum-dribbling chin and the man plowing into his front half. Tyler himself followed a moment later, moaning loudly as he came against the cock pressed against his, coating Ziggler’s face in a layer of creamy spunk, who closed an eye as the hot liquid slowly slid down his face.
Dolph laid still for several moments, basking in his afterglow, before he finally let out a shaky breath and rolled onto his belly, further smearing the cum into his skin. Raising up onto shaky legs, he slid out from under the bound model and hobbled off, dripping copious globs of multiple men’s seed.
To Tyler’s surprise, and relief, no one else took his place. A moment later, and the man in front of him pulled out of his mouth, only to stroke himself in front of his face until he came, shooting his thick, sticky load all over it.
And just like that, it was over. No one else stepped forward, no one else came in or on him, and his cock, after three orgasms, was now completely spent. Without anyone holding him steady, Tyler sagged in the stocks, his body hanging limply by his arms as his legs gave out at last. After a few moments he heard a click and the stocks were opened, freeing him and allowing him to slump to the floor in the puddle of mixed man cum.
“Alright,” John said, apparently satisfied. “I think I’ve made my point. You’re all dismissed.” The men in the room, exhausted and satisfied, climbed to their feet. After taking a few minutes to clean themselves up, they gradually trudged out of the locker room to resume their usual training, leaving John Cena alone with Tyler Breeze.
“So, how do you feel?” John asked with a grin.
A low, exhausted grunt was the only answer he got.
John smirked. “Can you move at all?”
Another grumble.
The champ snorted. “I didn’t think so. Well, you’re definitely not gonna just lie around like this.”
Tyler Breeze suddenly felt lighter as he was gently lifted off the floor by John. He was carried in Cena’s strong arms to the shower room. A few moments later he was carefully set down on the floor. A steady stream of warm water rained down on him as John turned on the shower for him.
“Clean yourself up whenever you can,” John said calmly. “Consider yourself done for the rest of the day, Breeze.”
With that final statement, John turned around and left Tyler Breeze alone. As the spent man rested there on the floor underneath the warm stream of water, he found himself smiling as he wondered if his punishment had been anything but.
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