Fandom: All Elite Wrestling
Rating: 18+
Pairing: MJF/Assorted Nameless Fans
Additional Tags: Anal Sex, Oral Sex, Gangbang, Prostitution, Poppers, Verbal Abuse
Summary: For a steep price and a limited time, anyone can get their grubby, fat little hands on the GREATEST and fastest rising star in the history of professional wrestling, Maxwell Jacob Friedman. But that doesn't mean he has to be nice about it. That costs more than any of these worthless poors can afford.
Original Date Of Publication: August 14, 2023
Notes: An AEW Kinkmeme prompt fill. Btw why did MJF have to name his dick after my favorite book series in middle school???
"Can you hurry the fuck up?"
The guy behind him has been bumping his pathetic half-hard needle dick against his ass for at least two minutes straight, and it's finally pissing Max off enough to let go of the cock in his mouth to snap at him. When Max is pissed off, everyone suffers. The man to his right gets his balls squeezed hard enough to make him squirm. The nails of his left hand dig into the front guy's hip. And in the back, he gets a full course of verbal abuse.
"This isn't your special private time, buddy. Either stick it in or get the fuck out. There's 20 other worthless slobs waiting for a turn, and I'm only getting paid 'til 11. I'm not working overtime for you fucking losers if you get left hanging."
He sweeps his gaze across the room, and smirks when every single pair of eyes glares at the man wasting their time. His grip on Max's hips tightens.
"I-I'm trying," he stammers. "B-but-- everybody's watching, a-and you're-- i-it's too tight--"
"Oh, for fuck's sake-- you, shrimp dick. Give me your poppers, now."
Max snaps his fingers and points at one of the audience. The man balks.
"I don't have--"
"Yes, you fucking do. I know you're not planning on trying to fuck me with that micro-cock. Hand it over or you can fuck off too."
After some more denial and grumbling, he passes Max a little brown bottle. He sneers and mocks him for the cheap brand, makes him shrink down and hide behind the rest of the crowd, but one deep whiff does the trick. Max's head swims, his body relaxes, and even captain half-chub can slide right on in. What kind of ungrateful piece of shit complains that the best piece of ass he'll ever get his grubby hands on is too tight? He's lucky he got to the front of the line before somebody with a decent-sized cock got a chance to open him up. Max has the next contestant picked out, shooting him a sidelong glance while he returns to sucking off the man in front of him. A dick down his throat is doing more for him at this point than the sweaty pig humping him. If he has to do this stupid fucking "Premium Meet & Greet" then he's gonna get his rocks off too. That starts with throwing it back and ending this embarrassing round as quickly as possible.
As soon as he's finished (in less time than it took him to get it in, in the first place), Max kicks him away and motions for the one he'd been eyeing.
"C'mon, Pippi Long-Condom, show that dipshit how it's done."
He thrusts in deep and satisfying, thick enough for Max to finally feel something. And he doesn't even have to do any work this time. At least one of these desperate marks isn't a virgin. This one knows what he's doing, and Max makes damn sure the rest of them know exactly what they're lacking.
"Oh, fuck, that's good!" He moans, abandoning his cocksucking duty to roll onto his back. The two up front can make do with hand jobs. Humiliating and selling for the audience is more important right now.
"Don't eh-hever let a pickme bitch tell you– God, yeah, right there--" he arches his back, angling his hips so his lucky fan hits his sweet spot every time. "Don't let anybody tell you si-hize doesn't matter!"
In another life, he could have been a porn star. All eyes are on him, jealous, and he preens under the attention and the thick sexual tension in the air. Every single person in the room wants him bad enough to endure his abuse just for the chance to touch and be touched. And most of them won't even get more than a handy and a slap in the face. Especially after this one. Max is gonna be picky now. Only the best cocks get to fuck him, as rare as they are in this group.
One man finishes across Max's chest, and he takes the opportunity to jerk himself off.
"None of you pencil-neck, peanut-prick geeks will ever be able to do this!"
He hooks a leg around his toy's waist and forces him to stay buried up to the hilt while he throws his head back and comes, loud and dramatic. Painting pearly stripes up and down his abs. The sight and sound alone is enough to pull his partner over the edge with him.
"Mm... Okay, you can fuck off now. I need a break."
After some light interrogation, someone forks over a little blue pill. Max chews it up and tosses it back with a swig of water before laying back to wait for it to take effect. He's still got a long night ahead of him. He has to stay at the top of his game.
"Hey, shrimp-dick," he calls to the crowd. "Get over here and take a spin on the Maximum Ride."
Shrimp-dick steps forward, looking sheepish.
"Can I have my poppers back?"
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