Fandom: All Elite Wrestling
Rating: 18+
Pairing: Max Caster/Billy Gunn/Anthony Bowens
Additional Tags: Rimming, Double Anal Penetration, Gaping, Daddy Sub, Mild Feminization
Summary: You could say The Acclaimed are spoiled, but really, it's just that Daddy Ass is easy to sweet-talk. Don't they deserve a reward for winning so many matches lately?
Original Date Of Publication: May 29, 2023
Notes: The first fic I wrote after reading Stinkbuggery, Ungefug, and Glamasskiddo's works and deciding I wanted to write more like them. It's really amazing how good it felt to finally let go of purple prose and write the kind of filth in my head without a filter. (Not that flowery language is a bad thing, but it was holding me back personally!)
Another Wednesday, another victory for the Acclaimed. Another celebration in their hotel room-- honestly, one of the best perks of the job. Being Billy Gunn's most special, favorite boys comes with a LOT of perks. Anybody could watch his tapes from WWE and know he was a slut, but they probably think he's grown out of it. That he's too old to keep up with a couple horny young guys. But nope, he takes good care of them. And he lets them do just about anything they want, as long as they win matches. It's been a great incentive so far. Except for a few slip-ups and cheaters, Max and Anthony take home a win every week, and get to enjoy their mentor's namesake to their heart's content.
The little cuck chair in the corner turns out to be the perfect height. It puts Max right at eye level with Daddy's Ass, and the overworked hole between those famous cheeks. If only they all knew. Max has a comfy front-row seat to spread Billy open and reveal that soft pink gash, looking like a scar and twitching when he leans in close to blow cool air across it. The twitch turns to a full-body shiver, chased by a groan that's half-muffled by Anthony's mouth. Max licks his lips and presses a fat, wet kiss to it, mirroring what his tag partner's doing up front. Making out with Billy's asshole, circling the wrinkled edges with his tongue. Driving in deep with his nose squashed up against his tailbone. Billy moans, louder and clearer this time, and Anthony chuckles.
"That feel good, Daddy? Max eatin' that pussy out?"
He looks like a perfect whore. Slack-jawed and red-faced with shiny, swollen lips. Anthony traces them with his thumb before hooking it in his mouth and pressing his tongue.
"I asked you, is Max eatin' your pussy right? 'Cause if he's not, he'll stop."
Drooling around the digit and down, his own chin, their mentor manages to pant some pathetic, garbled version of "It's good, don't stop." Clear and sincere enough that neither of them want to hold off and really make him beg for it. Not tonight, at least. Billy chose them once and for all, even with the tag team belts on his real sons, Max and Anthony are his boys. And Billy's boys get whatever they want when they win. They're spoiled like that.
Max pulls back to spit on his slackened hole before diving back in with three fingers alongside his tongue to help open him up. Not that it really takes much, with his long career of slutting it up on camera and off, but they've got plans for Daddy Ass tonight. They need him as pliable as they can get. Billy takes it just fine. He rocks back against Max's face, earning himself a hard spank that jolts him forward again. Anthony's got both of their dicks in his hand and just squeezes now and then while Billy grinds into his grip. He's good and horny and happy to be between his boys.
"How's it looking? Ready for me yet?"
Max bites Billy's ass cheek and sits up straighter to see Anthony peeking over his shoulder. He grins, lopsided, chin shiny with saliva.
"Yeah. You got lube?"
"Way ahead of you."
This is why they're so good. Perfectly in sync all the time, with everything they do. Anthony's already lubed up, and his cock sinks into Billy's hole like it's nothing. His insides, scalding hot and velvety soft, flex around his length, practically sucking him in to the hilt. Like he belongs there. Like Billy was meant for this, and wrestling is just how he meets nice, strong young men to fill him up and stretch him out.
He lets out a shuddering moan, his forehead dropping to Anthony's shoulder as he starts to fuck up into him. Max stays in his front-row seat, lazily jerking himself. Watching their mentor's greedy, puffy cunt swallow up every inch. Dusky pink in his pale cleft, where the fake tan doesn't reach. Slick with lube and saliva. Making filthy, wet, squelchy little sounds now and then that make Max's dick twitch.
"Mmh, Mm-Max," he grunts, as if he's reading his mind.
"Yeah? Whatcha need, Daddy?"
"You, c'mere."
"Aw, want me to come up there and fuck your throat?"
Billy nods, whining when Anthony slows down. He and Max share a conspiratorial look behind the old man's back. Max stands and pushes his chair back. He massages Billy's thick thighs, the taut meat of his ass, prying his rim with his thumbs.
"You sure? 'Cause I don't think you're full enough back here."
He plunges one in alongside Anthony's cock. It's not even that tight of a fit. Oh yeah, this'll definitely work. Billy wriggles a little.
"Ff-fuck, you wanna-- I don't know if I can, you're--"
"Too big? Aww, Daddy, you're so sweet to us."
Anthony snickers. He kisses up Billy's neck, sucking dark marks into his spray-tanned skin all the way back to his lips. Max sees his hands move up and feels Billy clench, and knows he's exploiting one of his other weaknesses, playing with his nipples while he tongue-fucks his mouth. Making him go all sweet and stupid for them again. He scoots them both up the bed to make room for Max, who knees up behind Billy and slicks himself with an excessive amount of lube.
"You're always soooo good to us, Daddy," he croons, voice dripping with honey. "Lemme give you what you need. I know one dick ain't enough for you."
He gets both thumbs hooked into his rim and tugs, letting him feel just how easy the stretch is. Billy's thighs shake. The tip of Max's cock kisses his hole alongside Anthony's, and he grinds back against it.
"Yeah, that's it. We're gonna take good care of you, Daddy."
He holds him open just until he gets the head in, then grabs onto his hips so he can't squirm too much. Once he starts pushing in deeper, Billy completely falls apart. He swears and babbles against Anthony's lips, then into his shoulder as he collapses onto him. He shudders, groans, clenches when Max bottoms out.
"Oh, Daddy," Anthony breathes, somewhere between amused and impressed. "Did you cum already? Just from getting your pussy stuffed?"
"God, fuck, that's hot," Max grunts, helpfully. Anthony shoots him an overly-serious look that makes him giggle.
"You better not cum yet, Max."
"I'm not gonna! It's just sooooo sexy."
He drapes himself over Billy's back, then hauls him upright, sitting him down fully on both of their dicks. The old man cries out, arching in his hold. Max rubs his hands down his chest and belly and-- yep, there's a sticky mess there and a softening cock for him to squeeze the last few drops out of. His callused hands on his oversensitive prick make him writhe and clench again, dragging a moan out of both his boys at once.
"Fuck, I bet you haven't been this tight in a long time."
Anthony sits up, too.
"And it's just for us, huh, Daddy?"
Together, they get Billy moving, not quite bouncing on their dicks, but riding them in a sloppy rhythm. His eyes are half-lidded and cloudy and they roll back like a bad porno every time he bottoms out in their laps with a meaty slap. His body shines with a thin coating of sweat. He reaches up and paws at the back of Max's head as he tucks it into the crook of his neck, babbling an endless stream of filth into his ear. Anthony doesn't catch all of it, but it turns Billy's face beet red. He does have a way with words. Their mentor recovers from his orgasm remarkably fast for his age. Maybe he can't get hard again, but he's worked up and horny, and holds himself up so his boys can focus on fucking him harder. They're only too happy to oblige, quickly working out their rhythm and angle, churning up his guts and jackhammering his prostate.
"Ah- oh, fuck-- 'm gonna cum again!"
His voice cracks into a hoarse whine, and he makes a choked-off, ugly noise as his body's rocked by a dry orgasm. His flaccid prick barely twitches, leaking a little bit of clear fluid. Again, he's left slack-jawed, cock-drunk, trembling and moaning. The aftershocks have him squeezing weakly, and Anthony's next up to bat. But not without consulting his tag partner first.
"I'm close, Max, you wanna--?"
Max grins.
"Nah, go ahead."
Sometimes, they like to try to sync up and cum at the same time, but Max has other plans tonight. After Anthony shoots his load inside, they both pull out of him, and Max lays him out on his stomach, straddling his thighs. Fuck, he's a mess. His asshole's all blown out and gaping red, soaked with cum. Pulsing, flexing, trying to remember the shape it's supposed to be in. Max shoves his fingers into the wreck of a cunt, soft and hot. They come back out with a sucking sound.
"Fffffffuck, Daddy," he growls, rapidly jerking himself off. "Fuck, you're so sexy, all wide open for us."
He slaps Billy's ass, squeezes it, watches his ruined hole twitch. He lets the tip of his cock kiss it as he shoots, smearing his cum into the raw flesh before helpfully pushing it back inside. He sits back on his heels, panting.
"So, good as you thought it was gonna be?"
Anthony's already cleaned himself up and put on a fresh pair of boxer-briefs. Max smiles.
"Way better. Did you see? We really tore him up. Fuck, I'm gonna be jerking off to that forever."
"What, you think it's not gonna happen again?"
"I dunno."
Max nudges Billy's still-prone form.
"Hey, can we do that again sometime…. Shit, he's out."
"Oh, damn. Don't let him suffocate, roll him over."
He's a big man. It takes both of them to get him on his back, cleaned up, and eventually under the covers. Then they can finally get comfy, spooning and cuddling up to Daddy Ass while he quietly snores away. It'll probably take both of them to get him out of bed in the morning. Yeah, It'll probably be a while before they can convince him to do this again. Well, all the more incentive to get their belts back. Winners get whatever they want.
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