The New World Wrestling Federation Chapter 2 Johnny Morriso..

The New World Wrestling Federation Chapter 2 Johnny Morrison awoke on a soft bed with a pounding head and a sore ass. The pro wrestler immediately realized that he was naked and was in a cell. John sat on the edge of the bed and tried to take his bearings. The cell was stuck in the corner of a larger room. The cell was large and had plenty of room to move around for a man of John's size. Being in the corner of the larger room, two of the cell’s walls were bars and the other two walls were brick. The cell was spartanly furnished with a full size bed, a weight bench with dumbbells and weighted plates, a glass shower stall, and a private walled corner bathroom. The room outside of the cell was large and spacious. Most of the comfortable looking chairs of the outer room were facing the cell, and gave John the eerie feeling that he was on exhibit like a cage animal. John’s long, muscular legs were wobbly as he stood from the bed and walked to the bars. His ass muscles were still hurting as he moved. He grabbed at the steady iron bars, shaking them, as he yelled, “ get me the hell out of here.” Finally the only door to the room opened and Gerrod ended the room, carrying a briefcase. “Oh, you’re awake? I’m so glad,” Gerrod Hunley sat his briefcase on top of a side table and sat in one of the comfortable chairs facing the cell. John didn’t bother trying to cover himself up as he stood holding the bars of the cell. He was always proud of his sexy body and had nothing to be ashamed of. His impressive soft cock hangs between his thick, tan thighs. He smirked when he noticed the smaller, effeminate man staring at his cock. However, he then remembered that this little man had fucked him so hard that he passed out. John’s cock began to stir and rise. He was confused why he was getting a hard on. Yet he refuses to give the man the satisfaction of covering himself up out of embarrassment. “Where am I? What do you want from me,” John tried to shake the bars again. Crossing his right leg over his left and placing his hands on his knee, Gerrod spoke, “as I tried to explain in your dressing room, I represent a group of men who are creating a new wrestling federation. They are calling it the Ultimate World Wrestling Federation. My employers were prepared to offer you a $5 million signing bonus.” “This is some selling point,” John looked around the cell. “I’m story for the dramatic approach,” Gerrod replied graciously. “You Fucked Me,” John snapped back. “I truly did take advantage of you. I am sorry. Anyway, my employers does not take no for an answer. Now while we have your attention we will offer you our current deal. If you agree to wrestle in the maiden fight of the UWWF and win you will be released and given the five million dollars we originally were planning to offer you.” “If I lose,” John replied. “You will remain here as our “guest”, Gerrod smiled John was visibly nervous, “what if I refused.” Gerrod’s voice was stern, “as I said my employers does not take no for an answer.” Gerrod stood up and opened his briefcase. Pulling out a contract, he approached the bars and handed it to John. John looked at the multi page document in his hands. “Who will I be fighting,” in almost a whisper. “That is a surprise,” Gerrod replied and handed John a pen from his suit jacket. John didn’t even read the contract as he signed it. He was never very bright, always relying on his looks and body. They often got him into more trouble. “Very good,” Gerrod took the contract from John’s hand and put it back into his briefcase. “I will have the cooks bring you dinner soon. Your fight will be tomorrow night. And We are expecting thousands of viewers from around the world to watch.” The words “thousands of viewers around the world” got John’s attention. His mind was spinning with conflicted emotions. It could be his biggest career move or his biggest failure, but it wasn’t like he had any choice. He was going to perform with all of his usual bravo machismo he could muster. Thirty minutes after Gerrod left, two tall, bodybuilder size guards brought him a large healthy dinner. He stood back as one guard, with a shaved bald head, unlocked the cell door for the other guard, with black hair, to bring the tray of food into the cell and placed it on a table by the bed. John was muscular but he was no match to those two. They were massive. Their tight black shirts were molded over their huge torsos, and displayed their shredded, huge arms. Their pants were like tights, hugging their thick quads and massive asses. Neither man said a word as they delivered the food, locked the cage back up and then left. After the men left, John sat on the bed to eat the meal. After he finished eating, he worked out hard on the bench. As he pumped the weights he had an eerie feeling that he was being watched, and suddenly felt self conscious about being naked. There was no one else in the room outside of the cell but he couldn't shake the feeling. Finally he decided to go to sleep. As soon as he laid in the bed he fell asleep. He began to dream about Gerrod. He could feel the intense pain of being fucked for the first time and then the pure pleasure as Gerrod cock pounded his prostate. He tossed and turned most of the night as his mind re-lived taking the cock up his ass. He was sweating heavily, while his cock was hard and oozing precum. The next morning, John awoke to find himself covered in cum. He was ashamed and humiliated that he had came in his sleep. As he showered in the all glass stall he again felt like he was being watched. He continued to soap up his god-like body, paying extra attention to his washboard abs, his meaty cock, and his firm golden tan ass. As he washed between his sculpted ass cheeks his fingers brushed against his hole. His cock grew rock hard again. He knew he was being watched but he found himself so horny. John pushed a soapy finger into his hole and began to move it in and out of himself, stroking his own insides. “Oh, fuck,” he hissed as he started to jack off his cock with his free hand. He pressed his forehead against the glass wall and lifted himself onto his toes. The water was cascading over his hard muscles as he moaned. He tried desperately to find that spot in his ass that felt so good when Gerrod fucked him. His powerful legs began to buckle as he beat himself off harder and faster and stroked his insides. Without warning he shot his load onto the glass. After he stopped cumming, he tried to catch his breath with his forehead still pressed against the shower wall. John watched his cum sliding down the glass and being washed down the shower drain. Finally he turned off the water and stepped out of the stall to dry off. He stopped in place when he saw Gerrod standing by the cell’s door, holding what appears to be one of his costumes. “I had retrieved one of your costumes from your previous employer. I hope you like my choice for tonight,” Garrod smiled as he pushed the fur coat, leather spandex looking pants, and boots between the bars. John wrapped the towel around his narrow waist and went to the bars. As he took the items from the older man’s hand, their hands brushed each other’s. It was like an electric current straight to John’s cock. John was once again rock hard. The towel then slid off his chisel waist and fell to the floor. The always unphasable John turned red in embarrassment as Gerrod smiled at him. “Very nice,” Gerrod smiled as he reached between the bars and stroked John’s hard throbbing cock. John braced himself against the bars and closed his eyes. The man’s hand felt so good around his cock. Then suddenly, Gerrod pulled his hand away. John opened his eyes in surprise and saw Gerrod walking away, humming to himself, leaving John’s cock hard and begging for attention. Most of the day, John was left alone in his lavish cage, with the exception of the two burly guards who brought him breakfast and then lunch. Again neither man said a word or showed any reaction at all to the long hair, naked pro-wrestler. John kept waiting for them to come to get him for a practice choreography with his opponent. He was interested in finding out who he was supposed to fight. However, there was no practice. He just spent most of the day working out and getting his body pumped. At 8pm, he was informed by one of the guards that he got an hour before he went on stage. John then oiled up his chisel body from a bottle of baby oil he found among his costume. When he went through the clothes, he found a white see through thong. He wanted to laugh as he pulled the thong up his smooth, powerful legs. Then he pulled on his rhinestone studded leather/spandex mixed pants. They were tight around his legs, crotch and ass, but flared out around his calves. He then adored his studded belt and finally his heavy wrestling boots. As the door opens for the guards to take him out into the arena, he throws the large fur coat over his broad shoulders. The bald guards stopped him as he stepped out of the cage, “The boss told us to give this to you. He said to call you the first champion.” The guard handed him a large championship belt, much like the ones he had won in the prime of his pro-wrestling career. He felt like his old self, proud and arrogant.