Date: Thu, 10 Dec 2015 23:39:21 -0500
From: acitoreym@gmail.com
Subject: WWErotica, Chapter 1: Neville and the League

DISCLAIMER: The following depicts graphic sexual fraternizing between
characters under the copyright of World Wrestling Entertainment, Inc.
It is a work of pure, unadultered imagination. I have no knowledge of
the entertainers' sexual preferences and no insight into their
personal lives. If you enjoy these men and my fantasies involving
them, or have kind critiques, please contact me.


The League of Nations huddled outside the closed locker room. All
eight eyes scanned up and down the hallway. Once they were confident
no one was approaching, they locked eyes and the leader spoke.


"We'll try to keep him quiet," Sheamus said in his brogue. "If we
rouse too much suspicion, knock to warn us."


"I'll shut `im up right good," Wade Barrett said with a grab of his crotch.


"Just tell them we're practicing some new moves," Alberto del Rio said
as a sly smile spread over his deeply tan face.


"Give him some extra for me," Rusev said with an affirming nod. He
opened the door to let his three teammates enter the room before he
locked it up behind him.


Neville was sitting in a folding chair, bent at the waist and tying
his shoe. He looked up as his fingers fixed to tie the second knot.
Damp hair hung over his face. He had just showered.


"Aye, mates," he said with a smile. He pulled his hair back and within
seconds had it in a tight ponytail. "Show's over, no showers yet? No
pubs with the fellas?"


"We're lookin' for a new fella," Sheamus said with a trademark grin.
He was standing just a foot in front of the British highflyer. "We
thought you'd fit right in, little man."


"But you're the bad guys," Neville said with a chuckle. "I'm a good guy."


"We think there's more to you," the world champion said. "We intend to
find it... explore it... exploit it."


"And what exactly do ya reckon I've got?" Neville asked, confused.


"A craving," Sheamus answered assuredly. "We've seen the way you eye
us all. We've felt you twitch in the ring when we wrestle you. We get
your blood boiling, don't we, Neville?"


"I don't know what you're talking about."


"No?" posed Barrett. He stepped between Neville and Sheamus. The
imposing British beast rubbed his cut, lightly-haired abdomen. His
fingers slipped under the waistband of his tight wrestling trunks,
exposing a neatly and very shortly trimmed pubic region and the base
of what promised to be an impressive penis. Barrett caught Neville
quickly licking his lips and swallowing. "Curious, are we?"


"Don't you want to be part of the League of Nations?" Sheamus asked.
"You can team up with Wade... win the tag titles... a dominant
championship reign of pure-bred English descent. Not to mention...
endless protection from four of the most ruthless men in the
dubbleya-dubbleya-ee... and The Authority. We just need one thing in
return, Neville."


He hadn't taken his eyes off Barrett's enticing show. "Name it."


"We need all of you... to belong to all of us. Anytime... anywhere...
however we want it... as long as we want it. Do you understand,
Neville?"


He nodded wordlessly, salivating.


"Say it, Neville," Sheamus commanded.


"I'm yours," he said softly.


"Our what?" del Rio pressed.


"Your," he hesitated, breaking his entrancement to meet the eyes of
the three massive men standing around him. "I'm your bitch."


Barrett instinctively grabbed Neville's head and shoved it into his
crotch. Neville let his tongue glide over the stretching material of
Barrett's trunks, dampening them with his eager drooling. Barrett
hooked a thumb under his waistband just enough to pull his trunks down
and unleash his half-hard cock. Neville slurped it up in a flash and
pulled at it with suctioning lips, the flaccidness of it stretching.
It grew in his mouth, from soft to meaty to fully engorged, to its
full, glorious, thick nine inches. A heavy vein ran from the base to
the start of a perfectly rounded and slightly mushroomed head. Dense
hairless balls the size of a peach dropped once released from their
prison, and they continued to hang lower as Neville worked Barrett to
hardness and tugged on the cum-filled balls.


"Mi hermano," del Rio said with a chuckle.


The MexAmerican violently pulled Neville's chair out from under him.
The highflyer nearly fell, but his strong thighs kept him from falling
away from Barrett's cock. Neville was bent at the waist, his loose
trainers soon around his ankles. Del Rio dropped to his knees to
appreciate the sight before him. Neville's ass was tight and round. It
was completely hairless with two cheeks that perfectly mirrored each
other. They were both taut to a gentle touch but ideally giggly to a
more aggressive attach.  The cheeks naturally spread ever so nicely.
Del Rio had the perfect view of a minimally exposed butthole. It was
deep pink and spectacularly inviting. Each time the Mexican's roaming
hands and fingers came close to the hole, it twitched. Soon del Rio
had to go in for the kill, but he knew their bitch was enjoying the
tease.


Barrett let Neville do most of the work for a while. Normally the
dominant Brit would need to ease his cocksuckers in, warn them of
scraping teeth or sloppy form. But the younger man was a natural. The
thickness was no issue for Neville, and the length was just enough of
one that it produced glorious sounds of greedy slurping and subdued
gagging. Barrett stepped out of his trunks, but he kept his boots on.


Del Rio dove in with his face while his hands spread the cheeks apart.
His tongue magnetized to the hole, and quickly half of it was lost
inside. He worked it back and forth, gently fucking the hole with his
skilled tongue. He pulled it out and swirled around in circled, drew
figure-eights with the tip, flicked it up and down and side to side.
He shoved as much of his tongue inside as he could to taste as deep
into Neville as anatomy allowed. He remained there for so long,
snaking his buried tongue around inside, that his nose became buried
in Neville's crack. He forgot to breathe, so deliciously was the
freshly-washed Brit boy. Del Rio relented, but only because of
lightheadedness.


Sheamus grabbed Neville by his ponytail. He had to tug quite a few
times, and eventually quite violently, to loose Neville's throat from
King Barrett's royal scepter. He dragged the begrudging Neville over
to a large table and effectively tossed him over it onto his back.
Sheamus pulled his trunks down, stepping out of them and remaining in
his boots. His dick was a meaty seven inches of soft white
deliciousness, but it wasn't that he wanted tending to. He hopped onto
the table, hovering over Neville before squatting. As he dropped his
cheeks spread, and Neville looked up with hungry eyes as the
pussy-pink butthole descended over his face. Sheamus angled himself
just right, but Neville was eager enough that he lifted himself off
the table enough that he started eating the smooth Irish ass almost
two feet before it landed. Sheamus pressed most of his weight down,
pinning Neville's upper body against the table, but there was
absolutely no resistance. Neville licked and sucked and kissed.
Sheamus was taking his breath away, quite literally, but the British
bitch only moaned inaudibly every time he was allowed to catch his
breath.


Neville's six-and-a-half inch dick was proudly at full mast. It was
slightly olive, matching the rest of his body, and so pumped full of
blood that it was as hard and cut as the rest of his body. Its slight
upward curve allowed leaking precum to drip copiously onto Neville's
shaved crotch and abdomen. Barrett courteously and teasingly squeezed
and tugged ever so gently and slowly at Neville's dick. He
occasionally massaged Neville's balls, nicely sized but sacked snugly
and tightly under his cock. All the while Barrett jerked himself off.
Every once and a while he dropped a large, roped wad of saliva from
his brutish mouth to his massive shaft. He wiped the spit up and down
his shaft and over his reddened dickhead. He stroked his dick ideally,
the squishing noise adding even more to the waves of pleasure running
over his body. Sometimes he slapped his dick on Neville's thick
muscular thighs, just to remind his British counterpart he was there.
It left a wet spot, a combination of sweet precum and slick saliva.
But every time Neville went to reach for Barrett's dick he slapped the
hand away. Neville had to learn that the royal dick was his only on
Barrett's schedule, and never on his. He watched Neville service the
same tight Irish ass he had eaten and fucked countless times over the
years, and that was enough for then.


Del Rio needed more. He lifted Neville's legs, and that perfect
asshole showed itself once more in an even more enticing position.
Sheamus kindly held the legs in place while del Rio dropped to his
knees so he could be face-to-face with Neville's butt. He kissed the
cheeks and smacked them a few times before he went in for his entrée.
Neville moaned uncontrollably, and Barrett nastily jerked him off
until he reached the brink of orgasm before letting off. The edging
resulted in a purplish dick that made Barrett quite proud as his
crooked smile shown.


Del Rio maneuvered himself quite awkwardly to get his trunks away from
his erection, under his knees, and over his boots. He heavy dick
plopped wildly in the air. Eight dark-toned and perfectly straight
inches ended with uncut foreskin. Del Rio tugged it back to let show a
leaking dickhead that was pulsing with anticipation. He pulled his
mouth away from Neville's ass only to drop spit only his own dick and
then spit into his palm. He wet his rod for a minute before
reluctantly finishing his meal. But if eating Neville's ass had been a
delicious dinner, penetrating it was a perfect dessert. Whatever
resistance he met Neville was quick to adjust and push through. It was
almost as if Neville was worming his way down the table so he could
fully inhale del Rio's dick. The Mexican soon had a nice rhythm going.
His large, hairy, swinging balls smacked the top of Neville's crack
with each inward stroke. Del Rio let his head fall backward, soaking
in the ecstasy before focusing on the task at hand. He began fucking
Neville with dizzying speed, slamming into him with each stroke,
moving the table a quarter inch each time.


Neville started to moan louder, even scream with each stroke, such was
the pleasure coursing through him. Sheamus shifted so that he was on
top of Neville's chest, and he grabbed the bitch's head so he could
shove his Irish cross in his mouth. That muffled the screams enough
and added an extra joy of vibration to Sheamus' forceful
mouth-fucking. Sheamus' dick was hearty and beefy, just the right
thickness, that half of it could slide down Neville's throat without a
second thought. Neville barely sucked, and his teeth unconsciously
nibbled on the white sausage assailing his mouth, but Sheamus didn't
care. Neville's throat was so wet and tight and velvety that Sheamus
found himself growling. He fucked Neville's throat relentlessly, and
the bitch moaned with each mouth-fuck and each ass-fuck. Sheamus could
feel his orgasm building, and he didn't want to wait. He had to empty
his smooth pink nutsack all over on this bitch's face.


"It's the king's turn," Barrett said, shoving del Rio away. Perhaps
the most alpha amongst them, Barrett had no problem staking del Rio's
claim, and he had no desire to ease anyone's suffering. His dick was
only an inch longer than del Rio's, but it was thicker and harder,
veiny with a rounded head quite thicker than the shaft. It was truly
the king's scepter, and Neville was all too eager to serve and please
the king of the ring. The Brit spread his left even further, held them
higher, nearly lifting the small of his back off the table. His hole
was there for the taking, and Barrett was quick to seize Neville's
ankles and hold them in place before the ferocious fuck.


Barrett shoved the tip in, feeling the hole spread and retighten
around the shaft. That went all the way in next, all the way to the
base, all the way so Neville felt Barrett's stubbly pubes on his
smooth, wet ass. Neville felt all the intricacies of Barrett's cock,
all the nuances to every fluid motion. Barrett's pre-cum and spit
mixed with del Rio's, and with Neville's ass juices, and Barrett found
even more in the guts he pressed against when he was fully inside his
loyal British bitch. Soon Barrett was fucking as ferociously as del
Rio had been, but then he took it to another level. His bulbous
dickhead couldn't escape the tight clutch of Neville's anus, and so he
was able to thrust back and forth so fast it made his head spin.
Neville grunted and moaned and finally started to gag, so ragged was
his breathing and loud his screams.


Sheamus gave the sex slave a brief reprieve so he could turn around
and see the action for himself. The Irishman loved Barrett's cock and
the way he fucked, and so he could appreciate Neville's obsession.
Sheamus jerked his spit-shined dick with care as he hovered his balls
and ass over Neville's face. Whenever the Brit could catch his
thoughts he sucked on a mouthful of Sheamus' balls or got a second's
worth of pink Irish ass to eat. "Fuck the cum out of him, Barrett. I
want to see our bitch squirt."


Del Rio jerked his shaft while Neville used a free hand to caress the
wet uncut tip or fondle the tightening balls. Soon del Rio was
muttering Mexican, his words a blur of expletives and praise, telltale
of an impending explosion.


"Cum on his cock," Barrett commanded.


Del Rio leaned it, and without missing a beat, started cumming on and
around Neville's dick. He was grunting and shouting nonsensically. The
cum was bright white and thick. A few droplets splat onto the ground,
and the last one pearled in del Rio's foreskin. Neville fished it onto
his finger and rubbed it against a nipple before he started caressing
and pinching it. With his other hand he wiped up del Rio's mess and
used it as a brilliant lube on his throbbing cock. Neville started to
jerk himself furiously while Barrett pounded him for all he was worth.


"I want to see you cum you dirty bitch!" Barrett shouted.


Neville affirmed with a slightly high-pitched moan, and then muttered,
"Cum inside me."


"I'm going to fill you up, fucking cumdump bloke!"


"Aye, breed his bitch ass!" Sheamus shouted, backing up a bit so he
could aim his thinner, clear-white jizz onto Neville's face. The first
blast landed on his lower lip, the second his pointed chin, more than
a few over his forehead and eyebrows, and one large, dripping stream
down a cheek. Sheamus was wiping his own cum up with his dickhead and
feeding it to a cum-hungry Neville. He was just as ready as del Rio to
watch the glorious impending simultaneous orgasms.


Barrett shouted long and deep, like a roaring lion, and he shoved his
dick as deep as he could into Neville as it started to spurt and spurt
and leak and unload. Neville stopped jerking and held his dick at its
base, the deep red head releasing a shot all the way up to his own
chin. He started jerking again, quick short strokes, and the rest of
his cum landed all over his chest and abs like wet-hot raindrops. His
free hand had already started rubbing both his and Sheamus' cum into
his sweat-sleek skin.


"I'm sure Rusev knows we're done now," del Rio said mischievously as
he threw a towel around his waist and went to the door. He only stuck
his head out at first, but then swung the door open and ran into the
hallway. Face-down Rusev was, his trunks around his head, his hairy
bare ass sticking up. A note was pinned to him there, and a droplet of
blood was trailing down Rusev's cheek. The note read:


"You've crossed the wrong alpha. This slave is already spoken for. No
amount of strength in numbers will help you now."