Date: Sat, 30 Jul 2016 00:58:19 -0400
From: acitoreym@gmail.com
Subject: WWErotica: Chapter 3: Styles Smashed

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AJ Styles stepped into the elevator in a stupor, his legs heavy and
uncooperative and his mind a haze. It was nearly 4 am and the hotel was a
crypt. He watched with blurred vision as the floors ticked by, but the
elevator stopped just shy of his floor.

Did my drunk ass hit the wrong button? he mused to himself.

He leaned forward as the door opened. A strong hand grabbed his wrist and
held his arm firmly in place. AJ looked up to see two John Cena's looming
over him. He shook his whole head to realign his sight and see that there
was, in fact, only one John Cena... very big, very real, and with a smirk
that hinted mischief.

"You're getting off here, chief," Cena said pointedly.

"Nah, man," Styles slurred with his slight southern drawl.

Cena moved his other hand to press first the Door Close button, and then
Emergency Stop. The doors closed but the lift stayed put. That's when Cena
stepped forward and used his massive frame to pin AJ against a wall. There
was no denying that Styles had skill in the ring and enviable athleticism,
but this wasn't a stage on which they were performing. It wasn't a show of
sports entertainment. This was real life. John Cena was the predator, and
Styles was his prey.

"You couldn't stop me if you tried," Cena said into Styles' ear.

The Phenomenal One coiled back as much as he could and sent a heavy wad of
spit onto Cena's cheek. John chuckled and used a few fingertips to pull the
saliva off his face. He wrapped his arm around Styles' back, wiggled under
his waistband, dove down his crack, and pressed his wet digits against a
tightly puckered asshole. Cena moved his fingers in a calculated circular
motion and then pressed just the tip of his middle finger inside the hole.
The hole shuddered at his touch and AJ wriggled against Cena. Styles might
have feigned protest were he a bit less drunk, but instead he just closed
his eyes and moaned.

"That's what I thought, kid," Cena chuckled. "They might let you have the
edge sometimes on TV, but there's no cameras here. This is how the food
chain works. I'm hungry, and I hear you taste real good."

Cena pressed himself against Styles so that he could feel his hardened man
meat against his midsection. Styles snaked one hand under Cena's shirt to
rub the stud's abs and pecs while his face dove into the nook of Cena's
neck to kiss, suck, and nibble his shoulder muscle.

"You mighta spent most of your career halfway round the world in Japan, but
word on the circuit even makes its way here where the big kids play," Cena
said through Styles' long dark hair. "You gonna come with me to my room
now, boy?"

"Yes, Mr. Cena," Styles muttered breathlessly as he moved his mouth to
John's ear. He nibbled at the lobe and licked the inside.

"Follow," the Champ commanded. He stepped away from Styles to press the
Door Open button.

AJ marveled then at the specimen before him. John wore a tanktop that had
been cut from a t-shirt so thinly, and hanging off his body so loosely,
that his big pecs popped out and his arms bulged out from his midsection.
All the shirt hid was his abdomen. His gray sweatpants were taut against
his thick thighs. By the looks of the bulge in his pants he wore no
underwear. Styles nearly drooled at the outline of Cena's dick snaking down
the right pant leg. It had been twitching against Styles, but now had
started to soften. Styles wanted to gobble it through the sweatpants.

Cena turned to leave the elevator. AJ was mesmerized by the stud's wide and
muscled back, but what nearly froze him in place was Cena's massive muscled
bubble butt, so taut and round under the sweatpants. They wedgied between
Cena's two globulus cheeks. Styles wanted to eat that ass so badly he could
probably dig a hole through the sweatpants with just his tongue. Cena
looked back over his shoulder, noticed the Phenomenal One staring, and
snapped his fingers. Styles jumped out of his daze and followed Cena like
the bitch he surely was.

Cena's door wasn't far from the elevator, an alleviating respite for AJ,
who stood at the end of the small hall as the door closed. Cena knew how
much Styles was in awe of him, but he wasn't here to put on a show. The WWE
upstart, on the other hand, was. Still, Cena was a people person, and liked
to make people feel better, so he threw Styles a bone. Both hands grabbed
the loose tanktop laying under his pecs and pulled it apart, tearing it all
the way off and letting it fall, shredded, behind him.

John Cena flexed then, showing off his arms first. He pumped one at a time
and used his other hand to rub the bulging bicep. He posed so that his pecs
came to life, dancing them up and down, and then tightened his abs and ran
both hands over them, stopped occasionally to hook his waistband and pull
them down, every so slowly, to the base of his dick. The Champ's cock
engorged a bit more with each pose. He wasn't getting hard over himself. He
knew Styles was hard, and horny, and obsessed, and his, and that turned
Cena on more than anything else.

Cena was smooth all over, every inch it seemed. He turned around to do a
few poses that showcased his back, a masterpiece that brought Styles
forward a few tentative inches. He wanted nothing more than to reach out
and explore the canvas before him, but he knew how this game worked. Cena
rubbed his hands down his obliques, over the small of his back, all the way
again to his waistband. The tightness slid enticingly over Cena's hairless
butt, halfway down his crack, and then he stopped. He pulled his hands up
and turned around. His dick was at full mast, tenting his sweatpants just
below the lowered waistband.

"What do you want first?" Cena asked.

Styles ripped off his shirt, kicked off his shoes, slid off his socks,
pulled off his pants, and jetted onto all fours on the bed. He stuck his
ass out and wiggled it, his tight black boxer shorts concealing what Cena
knew he wanted more than anything else. Styles even sucked his own fingers
to full wetness and stuck them into his crack to dampen his hole. Was this
punk playing with him?

"Come on, `big match Cena,'" Styles said. "Let's see if the rumors are
true?"

"What you hear about me, huh?" Cena asked as he ambled over to the slut on
the bed. He aggressively pulled Style's hand from his underwear. He dug two
pairs of fingers into Styles' crack and tugged, tearing the cotton with
ease to expose Styles' tight pussy.

His ass was round and perky and sparsely haired, but mostly smooth around
the hole, recently waxed for sure, always ready to serve its purpose. Cena
pressed his still trapped dick against Styles' butt, first over a
half-exposed cheek and then along the crack. The Champ's thick 8.5" nestled
perfectly inside AJ's spread cheeks. John pulled away just long enough to
pull the waistband over his meat and let his sweatpants fall to his ankles.
His heavy dick plopped again into place, and he rubbed it back and forth
teasingly. The heat between the two was obvious, desire emanating from both
the twitching hole and pulsing cock.

"Who's really in charge here, John?" AJ asked as he inched backwards on his
knees, pushing John's dick up until it pressed against his lower abdomen.
Styles shifted himself up and down on the shaft, the friction making John
even harder. He looked down and bit his lower lip as all he could see was
his fat dickhead poking out between his own hard body and Styles' taut
cheeks.

Cena saw the first droplet of precum emerge on the tip of his purpling
head. He remembered then that this wasn't about what Styles wanted, but
what he, the Alpha, wanted. The kid was good, almost as good as the scripts
they gave him on TV, but not that good. Cena grabbed Styles' ankles and
pulled his knees out from underneath, plopping the Phenomenal One onto his
stomach before turning him over with little effort and forcing the rest of
his body off the bed. Styles' bare ass ended up on the carpet at the foot
of the bed. All that was left on the bed was his head, the back of which
lay on the comforter. Styles hair had been messed a bit during the tussle,
and it lay in every direction around his head haphazardly. Cena's dick
dangled just inches from Styles' face, his heavy egg-sized balls another
8.5" away.

"Open up, punk," Cena told him.

Styles just smirked, but he couldn't take his eyes off the thick and veiny
shaft, the smooth and heavy balls dangling a few inches down, the smooth
and thick thighs he knew would pack so much punch.

"Not a request," Cena said as he grabbed a handful of Styles hair and
pressed it down so it tugged against Styles' scalp. This pinned his head to
the bed. Cena shifted forward so that his balls dragged over Styles'
stubbly chin, his pursed lips, his nose, his fluttering eyes, and then back
down. Cena dragged them all over Styles' face until finally he opened his
mouth enough to suck one in. Styles went back and forth from one big nut to
the other, sucking them, licking them, moving his head the few inches Cena
allowed so that the wet balls dragged all over his face, making it sheen
with his own saliva.

Cena moved back so that his drooped dick dragged over Styles' face. AJ
stuck his tongue out so the bottom of Cena's dick trailed over it. John let
his head rest on Styles' big tongue. He reached down to grab the base and
smack his dickhead against the tongue, and then slide it back and forth
over lips and cheeks, up over AJ's nose, smacking his eyes and his
forehead. Styles' mouth was open for the taking, and John was tiring of
this foreplay. He gave up a bit on Styles' hair so he could lift his head
and provide a better angle for Cena to bury his dick down the throat.

Styles had a minor gag reflex, but it reacted harshly when the Champ
immediately bombarded the far reaches of Styles' throat. He coughed against
Cena's dick, coating the first half in a thick coat of slick spit. His
throat contracted nicely against the middle of Cena's shaft, and the Champ
moved back and forth to get the full sensation. He buried deep once again,
his balls spread over Styles' chin. He pulled out slowly, Styles' throat
contracting brilliantly around Cena's sensitive mushroom tip. As Cena
pulled his length out of Styles throat, the Phenomenal One offered a
phenomenal hand to the cause. He stroked all 8.5" with a tightening and
loosing motion, some twisting, plenty of mixing of saliva and precum.

Styles came to life then. This dick was too good to play games with, and
Cena was too big and sexy to manipulate. Styles knew his place, desired it,
and did not want to disappoint. Cena fully let up his grip on Styles' hair
and let the kid go to work. Styles' sucked dick maddeningly good. He used
his hand and mouth on the shaft, taking almost three-quarters of it into
his mouth with each stroke, squeezing what remained of the shaft heartily
with his hand. Cena's dickhead got throated every few seconds. The tight
and wet dick chute was making John weak in the knees. Styles used his free
hand to play with John's big balls and press against his hard taint.

"Fuck yeah, suck that dick," John encouraged.

Styles pulled his mouth off Cena's dick, a thick rope of saliva still
connecting dickhead to wet lips, only to say, "Take me."

John decided to go savage on this dirty boy. He leaned down and grabbed him
under the arms. Soon he had him flipped upside down, holding him around his
midsection in a bearhug, so that AJ's face was in front of Cena's dick, and
AJ's ass was open for business in front of John's face. All the Champ had
to do was crane his neck down to dive into the wide-open butt. He swirled
his tongue in varying speeds on and around Styles' hole, licking and
nippling at his cheeks, even licking the beginning of Styles' tight
ballsack. John could feel the hard heat of AJ's 7.5" throbbing between his
peck.

It took AJ a few moments to orient himself, to let his hands guide John's
dick to his mouth. He didn't have as much control as before, but the angle
was far better for deep throating. Styles opened up and let the dick do
most of the work. John realized what a perfect storm he had created. He let
up a bit on AJ's wet hole, still on occasion spitting on it and swirling on
and into the prize. But mostly he bucked up and down, letting gravity do
its work on Styles so that his throat fell perfectly over his dick. He was
fucking a stud's throat upside down, holding him off his feet, his slightly
musky and drunk ass bouncing in his face, puckering with each penetrating
thrust at the other end.

John felt himself getting close, the thrill of it all and the dominance he
showed getting him off more than anything else. He wanted something else
though. Showing further power, he removed one arm from Styles' body. This
meant only one arm was holding AJ up, and he slid down ever so slightly,
centimeter by centimeter, deeper onto John's dick. The spit that helplessly
escaped his mouth had coated his face and dripped into his hair, over
John's tightening balls and thighs, down onto the floor.

Cena took his free hand and pressed two big fingers against Styles' hole.
They popped in almost simultaneously while the Champ dropped another glob
of spit to help the lubrication. Cena only went to the first knuckle at
first, wiggling them around to loosen the hole. He dared to go further as
all he received from Styles were moans of pleasure that turned to gags of
satisfaction. Cena knew the bitch was getting off on this as he felt a
dampness of precum through Styles' ripped underwear. His dick was rock hard
and leaking more and more with each bit of finger Cena pressed into his
inviting slut hole.

Cena finally found the sweet spot. He pressed against it, and Styles moaned
and gagged so much that Cena knew he was close. He was going to erupt just
like this and it would be an amazingly wet and hot mess. The Champ
proceeded to assault AJ's spot with his fingers. The Phenomenal One
continued to moan and gag and spit and struggle to breathe. His dick leaked
by the teaspoon, the wet spot spreading over more of John's chest.

"I'm gonna fucking bust!" Cena shouted. "You ready for the Champ's load?!"

Styles only moaned affirmatively, loud and deep, and it reverberated
against John's soaking and sheen and buried dick. Styles' throat tightened
as Cena's dick thickened to its absolute limit, effectively choking AJ for
the 20 seconds of hot unloading. John's heavy white cum shot out at first
in three big spurts, coating AJ's throat. The jizz then starting leaking
out of Cena's round, red, engorged dickhead, still spasming with smaller
spurts. The cum and spit leaked out together, again over Styles' face and
into his hair. John's tight balls were soaked, his dick so wet with cum and
saliva it slid out of AJ's throat with ease. Cena pulled his fingers from
Styles' twitching ass and used both arms to place the spent Styles on his
back. AJ caught his breath, but all the while writhed to lick and kiss
John's shaft and balls, to suck off and eat the cum, to feel the hot jizz
and spit spread over his face. John leaned over the bed with both hands
pressed into the mattress, letting the slutty Styles finish his first
feeding. Styles brought his hand to John's dick and smacked himself in the
face, the noise turning him on even more.

"You wanna get off now, bitch?" Cena asked.

Styles just moaned and nodded, which John could feel against his shaft. It
started to soften but stayed somewhat engorged. Styles reached down to pull
the waistband of his underwear below his tight sack. It was a nice size,
but definitely not a pair of hangers like John had. His dick, however, was
almost perfect. It was an ideal 7.5" of straight-as-an-arrow, smooth,
one-veined, rock-hard man dick. It was a nice handful thickness and the
head was only a tease thicker than the rest, perfect for popping down a
throat for tonsil hockey or through an anus with just the right girth to
nail a sweet spot. Styles started to stroke it, but John was quick to pull
the hand away after just a few strokes.

"That's not how this works," Cena said. "I'm a work horse. Every night...
it's all about me. Now get me hard again, and I'll give you the fucking of
your life. If you're a good bitch, I might even fuck that load out of you."

"Yes, Mr. Cena," AJ said breathlessly. He snaked backwards down the bed so
his head and most of his shoulders hung off the edge. He brought both arms
around Cena and grabbed an ass cheek in both hands. In truth he could have
kneaded those cheeks for hours, but that's not what he was here for. He
wanted to get Cena off. And so he shot his face upward like a snake strike
and starting eating John's muscular stud ass for all he was worth.

John nodded his approval. He let out a guttural groan and even bent a bit
at the knees so his cheeks opened and Styles could go in deeper. After
about a minute of this Cena pulled back and forced all of Styles back onto
the bed. He jumped up with him, straddling his face. His cheeks threatened
to suffocate Styles, but the Phenomenal One moaned his approval. He was
being smothered by the Champ's perfect ass. John's balls had retracted and
sat loose again on Styles' chin. His softened half-mast shaft lay over his
nose. Cena started sliding his dick over AJ's face as his mouth went to
work on his tight ass, only ever penetrated by tongues.

Styles had a strong one, for sure, and a skilled one. He danced it over
John's hole in a variety of patterns, stopping every once and a while to
thrust the wet red tongue as deep as possible. Styles was loving the tongue
fucking he was able to give Cena, but he was exhilarated more by the
growing dick spreading spit and cum even further over his face. AJ could
not help but send one of his hands down to start working on his own hole.
The other hand rubbed up and down John's hard back and found a perfect
squeeze of a round muscled cheek.

John knew he was nice and hard again, ready to show this kid why he was the
main event. In truth Cena had learned almost everything he knew about being
an Alpha from Randy Orton, but the Viper would never be able to lay claim
to this slut after the fucking the Champ was about to give. He had strength
and stamina in spades, and it didn't hurt that Styles' was one of the
hungriest man sluts he had come across in nearly two decades, and he was
aching for a full release while Cena assaulted his ass. He pulled his ass
off Styles face, rammed his hard dick down Styles throat for a nice coating
of saliva, then flipped him over onto his stomach.

Cena dove his face into Styles ass just to send a few mouthfuls of spit
into his spreading hole. AJ had continued what John's tongue and fingers
had already started, and one thing Cena didn't like doing mid-fuck was
stopping to re-slick his dick. He wanted this asshole and fuck chute as wet
and drowning as possible. John got onto his knees and reached to Styles'
face for a few fingers of his own cum. He spread some on his dickhead and
the rest onto Styles' waiting hole. Cena positioned himself between AJ's
spread legs. The Phenomenal One already had his face in the blankets,
knowing that no amount of preparation could ready him for this dick.

For nearly a minute he rubbed his dickhead all over Styles' slick manhole,
slightly agape after the tongue and finger play. Styles pushed back against
Cena, wanting to envelop the Champ's cock, but Cena wouldn't let him.
Instead he pressed down hard with both hands on the small of AJ's back, and
try as he might the Phenomenal One could not budge. Cena lowered his body,
looking down at his dick hanging hard and glistening, making sure it would
find its target. First the head popped in, and it felt warm and tight and
slippery. Cena didn't bask slowly in the glory. Instead he dove in all the
way. His balls pressed against AJ's buttcheeks.

Styles screamed into the mattress. It was muffled, but clearly a mix of
pain and enviable satisfaction. Cena's dick was so big and thick and
filling that AJ was able to quite quickly focus almost entirely on the
pleasure; this wasn't his first big dick, after all. It might, however,
have been his best. Cena started moving up and down, performing
near-pushups at a speed that sent AJ's eyes into the back of his head. The
Champ pushed down on Styles so hard the bottom's rock-hard prick nearly
stabbed through the mattress. It was leaking like a busted faucet. Cena hit
AJ's sweet spot with every glorious stroke.

Cena repositioned himself, and in turn Styles, so that his legs were
outside of AJ's. On his knees he was able to get more leverage and pump
into AJ with more ferocity. He started grunting like a beast possessed. His
brow beaded with sweat, his muscles were set to burst, his dick was so
engorged he wondered how there was enough blood left in the rest of his
body to perform. Surely he was less than his human self. He felt more
animal now than he ever had before, more so now than with any other dirty
bottom slut under him. Styles deserved the best.  Cena slithered backwards,
his hands on Styles' waist pulling him back and up while the Champ shifted
to his feet. Styles was on his knees, his face still down, his back arched
and ass up like a good bitch, and Cena continuing his anal assault without
missing a beat.

"Up on all fours, bitch!" Cena commanded.

Styles obliged, throwing his head up, his dark hair a mess down to his
shoulders. Cena grabbed a handful of it. He held tight and pulled back as
hard as he could without pulling it from the scalp. It was the closest he
could get to keeping this bitch on a leash. Cena pounded Styles hard, his
thighs smacking into Styles' pert cheeks, his hanging balls smacking
against Styles' tight sack. He pulled his free arm back and swung it
forward to deliver a hard, stinging slap to Styles ass. AJ moaned,
high-pitched and needy, and Cena knew the bitch liked it.

Again and again, sometimes in rapid succession, sometimes waiting until
Styles begged, "Spank me, stud!" Each slap reddened Styles cheek a brighter
shade. He switched hands occasionally, but all the while he had a fistful
of hair and a hand spanking a tight slutty man ass. For close to 20 minutes
Cena beat Styles like this on the inside and out, and never had he heard so
much as a whimper of protest. Instead AJ let out appreciative moans. His
grunts were incentive for Cena to fuck harder and faster, to stroke longer
with the full length of his dick, to bury his cock so far in for a few
seconds that it pulsed against Styles' near-gaping man pussy. Styles begged
like the greedy slut Cena had always pegged him to be.

Cena reached forward and pushed Styles' head back down to the mattress.
AJ's ass high in the air, Cena jumped up onto the bed so he hovered over
his conquered slut. The Phenomenal Ass looked up at him, tighter and looser
with each of AJ's breaths, wider than ever and ready to be ravaged again.
Cena grabbed the base of his dick and squatted down, pointing his dickhead
downwards, dropping his fuck stick into AJ like he was churning butter. He
pulled out entirely, and AJ quivered and whimpered until Cena stuck his
dick in again, to which AJ moaned or grunted or screamed. Up and down he
went, working Styles' ass, for a good fifteen minutes.

Cena suddenly plopped onto his back on the bed and commanded, "Work it."

Styles climbed atop him in a tither and immediately sat on the Champ's
dick. He impaled himself on it, tightened his ass like a clamp and wriggled
and writhed and rotated to his own immense pleasure. He reached around to
rub Cena's massive thighs, rub and cup and tug his massive balls full of
another massive load. His hands roamed over Cena's washboard abs and cupped
and squeezed the perfectly muscled pecs. He rubbed Cena's big arms and
pinched and twisted his nipples. All the while his dick continued to leak.
So slick was it with precum he knew touching it would make him erupt almost
immediately. He started to bounce a bit, slow at first, then faster,
lifting himself a bit higher with each upward motion, but dropping down all
the way to the base of the Champ's dick every time. He wanted nothing more
than this dick permanently shoved up his ass, assaulting his hole,
stretching his pussy and stimulating his sweet spot.

Styles knew how to ride a dick. It was dizzyingly perfect, and Cena knew he
was about to cum again. It had been building since Styles climbed on top of
him, trying to milk his dick with his hungry bitch hole while worshipping
John's godly muscle body. His body was starting to tingle, his groin
burning. He grabbed Styles' hips and lifted him about three-quarters of the
way up his shaft. Styles knew to stay put. He knew what was coming and he
stayed as still as a statue.

Cena started bucking up and down so fast and hard his balls started to
redden, bouncing off both his thighs and AJ's ass. Styles was practically
crying in pleasure, his bitchy moans pulling manly grunts from Cena's core.
Cena pistoned up and down into AJ's fuck chute for a couple of minutes,
giving the Phenomenal One all he had. John's balls started to tighten.

"I'm so fucking close," Styles muttered between moans.

"Shoot that load, bitch!" Cena barked with the hardest thrusts he could
muster, straight into the sweet spot.

AJ spasmed and shook as his dick exploded. It squirted onto John's chest
twice and then a few times onto his lower abdomen before it trickled, hot
and white and sticky and liquidy. Cena grabbed his bitch's dick and jerked
it furiously so AJ could fully ride out his orgasm. During it all his ass
had tightened back up again, and it literally milked Cena. AJ bobbed up and
down on the dick, slowly, deliberately, his asshole so tight and wet and
hungry it pulled the jizz from the base to the tip. It came out in thick,
heavy globs that AJ's pussy mostly swallowed. A few trails of cum escaped
the trap that was Styles' hole. They dribbled down Cena's shaft and onto
his nutsack, down to his taint.

The Champ's load was hot and filling. Styles pulled himself off slowly,
tightening his ass as much as possible to keep as much steamy seed inside
as he could. He plopped onto his back beside Cena, took his fingers to his
pussy and wiped off the jizzy residue. He sucked his fingers greedily while
Cena grabbed slick spots of cum and spit and ass juice off his softening
dick. He fed it to his fulfilled bottom conquest. AJ sucked at the fingers;
he would have deep-throated them had they been long enough. Styles was
still recovering, panting even, when Cena stood up.

"I'm gonna clean myself up," Cena told him, grabbing a fresh towel from a
pile on a nearby reading chair. "Catch your breath, kid, then bring me my
holes. I'm gonna fuck you silly from both ends in the shower and tub, got
it?"

Styles moved his sweat-soaked hair off his face. His bright blue eyes and
big smile gleamed up at his Champ, his top, his master. "Yes, sir."

AJ watched John's soft dick move back and forth with each step. He watched
his round muscle ass leave, and with a deep breath he felt the familiar
pang of his soft dick starting to harden.