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Diamond Dallas Page answered the door in a haze of cigar smoke, camcorder already poised on his shoulder. “Oh, well will you look at that? It’s Shawn Michaels, one half of the Midnight Rockers. What brings you to the Diamond Exchange?”
Shawn glared at the camera and pushed past Page into the suite.
“Not feeling talkative? That’s fine, I’ll explain it to the folks at home.” Page followed Shawn with the camera. “See, Shawn here is a fuckin’ slut who puts out for half the locker room - hell, he’d probably put out for you - and lately he’s been panting after my boys, Badd Company, the AWA tag team champs of the universe, like a bitch in heat. That about right?”
“Sure.”
Two women, one blonde, one red-haired, both dressed to the nines, were lounging on the opulent couch behind Page, both eyeing Shawn like he was a piece of meat. The blonde whispered something to her compatriot, who giggled behind her hand.
“Take it off, baby, show the people what you got.”
Shawn eyed Page and the Diamond Dolls for a moment, deciding what kind of show to put on. Marty liked a good strip tease and there was no way Page wasn't going to send him a copy of this tape, the fucking homewrecker. But Shawn was getting off on playing reluctant for now. He tossed his shirt off, looking away, crossing his arms and then dropping them limply at his sides.
“I didn’t tell you to stop.”
He kicked off his shoes, then dropped his pants and kicked them aside, giving Page a defiant glare.
“You just been waiting to get plowed, huh? No underwear and you’re already hard, fucking dripping for it.”
Page, keeping the camera trained on Shawn, turned briefly to wink at the pair of Diamond Dolls. “Go on, go find the boys. Can’t have a classy couple of broads like you driving up the video price, can we?”
“You gonna give me a copy that tape, Dally?” asked the blonde, snaking an arm around Page’s waist.
“You know I am, baby, I promise.” He snagged his cigar with his free hand and gave her a peck on the cheek, which she brushed away with an “Oh, you,” before sweeping out of the bedroom arm-in-arm with the her fellow Doll.
Once the door closed, Page stalked over to Shawn. “Open your mouth.” Shawn complied and Page shoved two fingers in his mouth, feeling around, withdrawing to rub over his lips. “Yeah, that’s good. Those cock sucking lips.”
Page finger-fucked his mouth and Shawn sucked obligingly for the camera. After a while, Page pulled his hand away and stepped back, letting his camcorder follow his leer down Shawn’s body. “Yeah, look at you.” He reached down to fondle Shawn’s cock and balls, showing him off for the camera. “Hot for it already.” Page wiped his hand dry on Shawn’s pubic hair and stepped back.
“Get on the bed. Hands and knees, come on.” Shawn climbed onto the bed, glancing over his shoulder at the camera before settling into place. “That’s it, now spread your cheeks. Wanna give the people a little before and after on that hole.”
Shawn obeyed, suppressing a moan. God, Page was a sleazy fuck. He’d had guys treat him nicer from the other side of a glory hole.
He heard Page spit and felt it dripping down his crack. “Finger fuck yourself a little. So my boys ain’t gotta waste their time.”
“God, you’re easy,” muttered Page, watching Shawn scissoring two fingers open inside himself, rolling his hips and moaning a little.
Shawn didn’t stop when he heard the door open. He recognized Paul Diamond’s voice at the first gasp.
“Jesus, Dally. Shawn. What-“
“What do you think, boys, that ass look worth a title shot to you?” Page was pretty smug for a guy who could have had Shawn here for free if he hadn’t been so wrapped up in the idea of turning the pretty little challenger out. That was fine by Shawn, Page could keep his fantasy and The Midnight Rockers would take their belts back, please and thank you.
A hand settled gently on Shawn’s wrist, pulling his fingers out of himself, and he felt Paul leaning over him, positioning himself between Shawn and the camera.
“Is that why you’re here, Shawnie?” he whispered, wrapping his other arm around Shawn’s waist and pulling him up to kneel on the bed.
Shawn twisted around to kiss him. “You know I’d fuck you anyways,” he muttered, too quiet for Page to hear. It didn’t matter with Page and Tanaka but he’d been crazy about this guy for the better part of two years, even if it was all over and done with now.
Diamond’s response was to swing him around into a belly-to-belly suplex onto the bed that left Shawn laughing and giddy. Diamond grinned down at him almost shyly. “Long as we’re all having a good time.”
Shawn swatted him on the shoulder. “So let me up, you fucking moose, we ain’t having a match here.” Diamond rolled off him obediently and he sat up, nodded at Pat Tanaka. “Hey.”
“Hey, Shawn,” said Tanaka, who was standing at the edge of the bed, presumably waiting to follow Diamond’s lead. “I hear you give great head,” he added with a wink.
Shawn cast a glance at his former tag partner. Diamond’s ears were scarlet. “Like you don’t tell stuff to Marty,” he mumbled.
Shawn slid off the bed to stand facing Badd Company. “Oh, nothing that nice.”
Tanaka laughed and punched Diamond on the arm. “He’s got your number, babe.”
Page rolled his eyes. “Yeah, cute, how about you do something useful with that mouth already?” he said, puffing his cigar and waving vaguely towards Tanaka.
With a glance at Page’s camcorder, Shawn pulled Tanaka forward by the shirt fronts and leaned down to kiss him. He ran his hands over Tanaka’s chest, blindly unhooking buttons as he found them.Tanaka draped his arms over Shawn’s shoulders and urged him down gently.
“Yeah,” he sighed as Shawn kissed a trail down his neck. He threaded his fingers into Shawn’s hair, rubbing his scalp gently, and Shawn moaned appreciatively against Tanaka’s collarbone. Out of the corner of his eye, Shawn caught a glance of Diamond stroking himself through his pants. He bent further to suck at Tanaka’s left nipple, but the height was awkward and he sank to his knees, dragging his tongue over Tanaka’s toned belly.
Shawn looked up to meet Tanaka’s eyes as he licked and sucked at the bulge in his jeans. Tanaka gripped his hair tight, moaning. “Fuck, Shawn.”
“That’s it.” Page was grinning around his cigar, avidly adjusting the camera. “You need that cock so bad, don’t you?”
Keeping his eyes locked on Tanaka’s, Shawn unzipped his pants and slipped a hand inside, running his fingers over soft cotton until he found the slit. Tanaka groaned as Shawn palmed his cock.
“Nice,” murmured Shawn, gently guiding it out of his pants and placing a soft kiss on the tip. “You got a nice looking cock, Tanaka.”
“Thanks.” Tanaka grinned and chucked him under the chin. “You ain’t bad all over.”
“Jesus Christ, enough with the mutual admiration society.” Page ashed his cigar into the potted plant at his side. “Slap him with your dick a little, Pat, that shit looks hot on camera.”
Rolling his eyes and smiling indulgently, Tanaka tilted Shawn’s face up and gave his jaw a gentle squeeze. “You heard the man. Open.”
Shawn opened his mouth wide and let his tongue loll. Tanaka’s cock slapped lightly against his cheek first, leaving a smear of precome. The next landed on his lips and he darted his tongue out to catch a taste. Groaning, Tanaka tapped his dick on Shawn’s tongue a couple times, dipped in and out of his mouth. Shawn chased it, catching the head with his lips and sucking, tonguing at the slit. Tanaka grabbed a double handful of hair, gripping convulsively.
“Aw, fuck, Dally, hope that’s enough porno shit ‘cause I can’t- shit, Shawn, yeah, Yeah, suck it, come on.”
Shawn moaned appreciatively around his cock, leaning forward to take him deeper. He felt another hand at the back of his head, urging him forward.
“That’s it, show Pat how sweet you can be.” Diamond ruffled his hair. Shawn rolled his eyes.
“Suckin’ that cock like a real pro, Michaels. You gonna come just having a dick in your mouth? Sure looks like it, the way you’re drippin’ all over my fuckin’ carpet. Or can’t you make it without getting your ass pounded? Spread him open, Pauly. Yeah,” said Page, as Diamond spread Shawn’s cheeks for his perusal, “yeah, don’t that hole look fuckin' empty without a dick in it?”
Tanaka’s hips jerked and Shawn moaned, nose pressed against his pubic hair, one hand playing with his balls. “See,” added Page, “give the slut what he needs.”
“Hang on, let me get the fuckin’ lube,” said Diamond, letting go of Shawn’s ass with a last affectionate pat.
Tanaka pulled out of his mouth with a groan. “Here, c’mon.” He knelt down, tugging Shawn’s hair to get him to follow. On hands and knees, Shawn took Tanaka’s cock back into his mouth eagerly, bringing one hand up to Tanaka’s ass, encouraging.
Even as Tanaka was giving his first tentative thrusts, Shawn felt Diamond’s well-lubed cock pressing at his hole. “There,” said Diamond, stroking his hips, “you gonna take me like you used to?” Shawn moaned helplessly as he felt the head of Diamond’s cock enter him, slick but still as big as he remembered.
“He sucks cock like a fucking dream,” moaned Tanaka.
“I know.” Diamond’s hands slid up Shawn’s back and over his head, forcing him to take Tanaka’s cock deeper, then leaving Shawn all together so Diamond could caress his partner’s chest. “God, Pat, you look so fucking gorgeous getting your dick sucked.”
Diamond’s hips jerked forward, filling Shawn suddenly, and he leaned forward to share a passionate kiss with Tanaka. As they fucked him from both ends, Shawn could hear them kissing like he wasn’t even there. The only one paying him any attention was Page.
“Yeah, you whore, that’s what you’re good for, taking it from both ends and moaning for more. Sexy fuckin’ boy toy, fuckin’ cocksleeve for the real men.”
Tanaka moaned and grabbed Shawn’s hair again, fucking his mouth with careless abandon. “That’s it, take it. Fuck!” He thrust deep and Shawn swallowed around his cock until he was finished. Anything Tanaka and Diamond could dish out he could take, and do it with style. Whatever pervert tape traders Page sold this to were going to get their money’s worth.
“Did I tell you to swallow? Stupid fuckin’ skank, how’s that supposed to play on camera?” Shawn ignored him in favor of Tanaka’s softening dick, leaning forward for a gentle lick over the head and making Tanaka wince back. “You wanna smack him one, Pat? Greedy fuckin’ cumslut has it coming.”
“No, I don’t wanna smack him one, Dally, take a chill pill.” Tanaka sat back on his heels, muttering, “Jeez, you’re fucking trouble,” before dragging Shawn up for a kiss.
Behind him, Diamond groaned, wrapping his arms around Tanaka and dragging the three of them together. “God, you two look good together.”
Tanaka moaned against Shawn’s mouth before breaking away to rest their foreheads together. “Does it feel good, having Pauly in you again?” he whispered, smoothing Shawn’s hair back.
“Levels! You motherfuckers ain’t mic’d, you know!”
“Yeah,” Shawn whispered back. “Yeah, it’s good.” Pat kissed him again even as Paul moaned, “God, Shawnie,” and bent to suck a bruise onto his neck.
Tanaka snaked a hand between them to jerk Shawn off. Unable to get much movement going with Diamond’s embrace crushing them together, he rubbed his thumb and fingers roughly over the head, getting slippery with precome. Shawn panted, Diamond was fucking him faster now, he was so close. Shawn came clinging to Tanaka, panting against the crook of his neck.
Tanaka kept stroking him until he whined, “fuck, quit it.” A little payback for earlier, Shawn supposed, or maybe just trying to make him tense up and wriggle back, make it good for Diamond. If that was the plan, it worked. Diamond came, snapping his hips forward and moaning against the nape of Shawn’s neck.
Like the big Canadian teddy bear he was, Diamond squeezed them close in the afterglow, petting Shawn’s hair and dragging Tanaka in for sloppy kisses.
“Okay, okay, hurry it up with that, Paul,” grumbled Page. “Your fuckin’ spooning ain’t paying any bills. Come on, round two.”
Grumpily releasing his bear hug, Diamond glared at Page over Shawn’s shoulder. “What do you mean round two?”
Tanaka shared a glance with Diamond before disentangling himself from Shawn and turning to their manager. “Dally, I’m about done too.”
Page tapped his cigar over the ashtray, scowling. “No you ain’t. This fuckin’ tape has 200 minutes - that I fuckin’ paid for. Here, stick this in the slut.” Page tossed something to Tanaka, which Tanaka lubed up obligingly. “Keep him warmed up.”
As soon as Diamond pulled his softening cock out of Shawn, Tanaka was there, pushing the cold beer can against his hole at an angle to force him open. Shawn gripped the sheets and spread his legs further, determined to take it.
“Yeah, that’s right, you love it.” Page leered at him and adjusted the camera. The cold can was more than half inside him before the tears gathering at the corners of his eyes spilled over. “Move your hand a second, Pat. Let me get a good shot of that hole.”
Tanaka slid both hands up Shawn’s sides to rest on his shoulders, leaning over him with an impish smile. “Christ, Shawnie, you look so hot like this.” Wordlessly, Shawn reached up and buried his hands in Tanaka’s hair.
They made out like teenagers while the chill and stretch on his insides reminded Shawn that Page was avidly filming his ass being stuffed with a beer can.
“Lift your fuckin’ hips so Paul can fuck you with that. That’s what you need, cockslut, get you fuckin’ hard again.”
Shawn planted his feet and struggled to push up into a bridge. The motion made him squeeze tight on the can and he clung to Tanaka’s neck, overwhelmed by the sensation.
“Yeah, like that. Shove it in him, Pauly.” Shawn bit Tanaka’s shoulder hard to stifle his cry when Diamond complied.
“Ow, fuck!”
“You okay, Pat?” Diamond radiated honest concern.
Shawn tried to lift himself up further to glare at Diamond, but Tanaka pushed his shoulders to the bed and looked down at him with a wounded, reproachful expression. “Yeah, I’m fine. Jesus, Shawn, easy. We got a match tomorrow.”
“So say a Diamond Doll did it,” muttered Shawn, without much sympathy.
“Yeah, while he was giving it to her sweet like a fuckin’ gentleman, ‘cause my dolls don’t do trashy shit like getting tag teamed by the boys and reamed out with a fuckin’ beer can.”
Shawn didn’t have any more smart remarks for him because Diamond had pulled the can almost all the way out and shoved it back in him again, fucking him with rough, powerful thrusts. He gritted his teeth and gripped the bedsheets, cock half hard again already.
“You like that, Shawn?”
Even as Shawn nodded, panting and trying not to scream, Page was barking, “Of course he does, fuckin’ slut loves it. Pull the can out and stretch him. Yeah,” Page said, zooming in on where Diamond was holding his cum-sticky hole open with two fingers of each hand. “Shove the can back in him, slut’s getting lonely.”
Diamond smeared some more lube over the can then obeyed, twisting the can as he fucked Shawn with it, dragging it almost all the way out of him on every stroke. Tanaka kissed his neck, pinched his nipples.
“God, I wanna fuck you,” he muttered, rubbing his hardening cock against Shawn’s side. “Wanna see you come on that fuckin’ beer can first. Then I’m gonna take my turn in you.”
His thighs ached from holding his hips up for Page to film and the way Diamond was nailing him with the beer can had him crying. Diamond kissed and sucked at his hip bones, leaving bruises and making Shawn moan, leaning across him to lick at Tanaka's cock.
Sitting up to get a better angle, one with more power behind his arm, Diamond drove the can in deeper, fingers following it in, stretching him wider and Shawn came, sobbing, as Page cackled encouragement about how loose he was.
Shawn threw an arm over his eyes as he collapsed to the bed, crying into the crook of his elbow. Fuck, that was hot, and it fucking hurt, Paul used to be a real baby about hurting him.
"Make sure you spread his legs good so I get a shot of that gaping, slutty ass when you pull the can out," Page was saying. A pair of hands grabbed each of his legs and spread him open like a wishbone. Shawn could feel one of Diamond's big hands stray to his belly, rubbing gently through the puddle of come. "On second thought, yeah, keep him like that, but make the slut push it out on his own."
"That's it," Page coaxed as Shawn strained and gasped his way through the first inch, still hiding his face. "Looks like that hole ain't totally ruined, huh? Your man might even feel it a little next time he ploughs that whore ass, might be able to get off in there without you having to tell him, sorry, baby, how 'bout a blow job instead?"
Shawn bit his forearm to suppress a whine, he wasn't getting hard yet, couldn't so fast, but God, the way Page talked about him, the way Diamond and Tanaka were holding him down, open and exposed, the still too cold beer can half way up him and forcing his hole wide, it was all so fucking depraved.
"Whoops," Page exclaimed as the balance tipped and the heavy can fell at an angle, stretching Shawn's rim momentarily wider before falling out onto the bed. "Guess I spoke too soon, huh? Fucking slut's so loose a beer can'll fall out of there. Almost fuckin' feel sorry for Jannetty, you know? Hope another chance to lose to you boys was worth it."
Tanaka was on top of him before Page even finished jawing, lubing up his dick and sliding in with ease. "Fuck, God, that's hot." He bent Shawn just about in half - fucking short guys who liked to kiss, Shawn felt like he ought to be kicking out before the ref counted three - and his hands caught Shawn's wrists to pin them above his head. Tanaka paused, looking down at his tear-streaked face. "You still in the mood to get fucked?"
"Yeah."
"Good." He paused, then grabbed a pillow and stripped it, dropping the scrunched up case on Shawn. "Blow your fuckin' nose, though, I wanna kiss you." Once Shawn had wiped his face to Tanaka's apparent satisfaction, he found his wrists pinned above his head again, with Tanaka leaning over him to kiss his lips.
It was nice, but the position wasn't great. Shawn flipped them over, sitting up and arching his back as the rode Tanaka's dick. God, that felt good. Tanaka's hands slid over his thighs and ass. He spread Shawn's cheeks and rubbed the rim of his hole.
"I think you got room for one more," he said, grinning up at Shawn as he wiggled a finger in beside his dick. "What do you think, Pauly?" Tanaka's finger pulled away from his cock, just a little, stretching Shawn and making him moan,
"Yeah," said Diamond. Two of his fingers, dripping with lube, pressed in beside Tanaka's, stroking his cock and making both Tanaka and Shawn moan. "Of course there's room. Isn't there, Shawn?"
"Yeah," Shawn moaned, bucking back frantically, "yeah, fuck, get in me."
With Page crowing delightedly about this new development, Diamond moved behind Shawn, positioning his hips just right for Diamond and Tanaka to line up and push inside together. Shawn gripped Tanaka's shoulders, barely holding himself up.
"God, baby, I can feel you," moaned Diamond, reaching past Shawn to stroke Tanaka's face.
Tanaka leaned into his hand. "Yeah, oh god, I ain't gonna last long, Pauly, fuck, you feel so good. Love you, love your fuckin' cock."
"Love you so much, Pat." Diamond leaned down to kiss him, crushing Shawn between them. They fucked him carelessly, more interested in frotting with each other than what they were doing to Shawn. Tanaka came first, moaning into Diamond's mouth and driving his hips up so hard it lifted Shawn with him off the bed, forcing Diamond deeper into Shawn's ass. Shawn clung to Tanaka's shoulders, gasping, as Diamond rolled his hips, grinding against Tanaka to finish himself off. Instead of the crushing hug he'd expected, Shawn found himself tossed aside like a ragdoll so that Diamond could turn all his post- coital cuddliness on Tanaka.
"Go on, boys," Page said, turning a fond eye on Diamond and Tanaka, "go shower off and get some sleep. I'll take care of your boy toy here."
With a of couple cursory goodnights, Diamond and Tanaka staggered off to the adjoining bedroom, kissing and cuddling as they went, totally wrapped up in each other.
Page waited until the door was closed and the other bathroom's shower had started running, then stepped closer to Shawn. "I think we're alone now," he said with a predatory grin. "Open yourself up, let's get an after shot of that wrecked fuckin' hole."
Shawn shoved three fingers of each hand in himself easily and stretched his ass wide for Page's camera.
Page spat in him and Shawn didn't even feel it touch his fingers. His hips jerked involuntarily and he moved his right hand to jerk his dick, adding a fourth finger from his left hand to his ass and fucking himself rough and fast.
"Hold it open, slut, I'm gonna come in you." Shawn's right hand was otherwise engaged with his cock, but he spread the fingers of his left hand wide. Page leaned down and slapped him across the face, hard. "I said fucking hold that worthless fucking gap of yours open wide so I can give you another load, cumdump."
Shawn managed to get his hand off his dick before he came, but he was so fucking close, panting and jerking at Page's words as he plunged his right hand back inside himself, four fingers this time, stretching himself so wide it hurt and rubbing himself inside. He wanted to come from Page's jizz in him, he was so close, he knew he could. God, maybe if he didn't he could at least get Page to piss inside him to bring him off, dirty fuck like Page should be into that and Shawn would beg for it at this point. Anything, anything, God.
Page fumbled to get his dick out of his pants while holding the camcorder steady. He jerked off frantically, snarling, "Come on, you fucking whore, wider, let me see." Shawn spread himself wider, feeling the cool air and hot come inside him, sliding his fingers deeper to expose more of himself to Page and his camcorder. Page came with a shout and Shawn could feel his come splashing so deep in him. He pulled his fingers back a little, still stretching himself open, and rubbed his prostate, coming hard even as Page turned his dick away and aimed his last spurts of come onto Shawn's face.
“You see that, Jannetty?” Page crowed, zooming in on Shawn's gaping, dripping hole. “You see how your slut likes it from Badd Company and Diamond Dallas Page? If he ain’t such a good lay lately, now you know why.”
Shawn lay, panting, letting his fingers slip out of himself as Page turned to set the camcorder down. Without warning, Page spun back around and grabbed him by the hair. Shawn whined and twisted, cock giving a last hopeful twitch. "Come on, show's over, get up and get out."
Shawn slapped Page's hand away so he could roll to his feet. Page grabbed his hair again and gave it a yank in the direction of the door, then smacked him on the ass. "Hurry it up, walk of shame, let's go." He clapped his hands imperiously.
Shawn didn't resist his shoves and slaps until Page had him nearly at the door, pressed up against the wall with Page looming over him, Christ, the guy was big for a manager. "Jesus, Page, let me get my fucking pants on."
Page appeared to consider this for a moment, then yanked the door open.
"No," he said flatly, and gave Shawn a sudden shove that sent him stumbling, naked and debased, into the hall.
After a minute of pounding and hollering made it clear that if Shawn was going to get caught naked and dripping come on the hall carpet, it was going to happen while he was making a scene on the Diamond Exchange's doorstep, Page finally tossed out the dirty bedsheet. With a sigh, Shawn wrapped it around himself and started towards the stairs. Marty was going to laugh his ass off.