"Mr. McMahon?" The young man poked his head into the room, having received a summons to the office. He wasn't sure what the owner wanted to see him about, but he figured Vince probably just wanted another blow job.
"Ah, Randy." The chair behind the room's desk swiveled around, and Randy was surprised to see not Vince, but Shane McMahon.
"Oh, hey Mr. McMahon," Randy greeted, nervously stepping into the room.
"I'm glad that you're here at last, now we can go," Shane stated, grabbing his coat and heading for the door.
Randy blinked. "Go? Where are we going, sir?"
Shane smirked, stepping out of the office and motioning for Randy to follow. "You'll see."
Randy hesitated, but, having no choice but to obey his boss, followed Shane out to the parking lot. "Get in," Shane ordered, pulling out his remote key and unlocking all his car doors.
Randy fidgeted, glancing across the parking lot at his own rental. "Um, Mr. McMahon, I have my own car here. Maybe I should just follow you?"
"No." Shane shook his head. "We can pick up your car later. Come on, get in."
Randy thought about objecting, but thought twice, climbing into the car next to his boss. "So where are we going?" he questioned.
"You'll see," Shane replied mysteriously, his wide smile making Randy feel rather uncomfortable. They drove in silence for a good 20 minutes, until they reached the edge of the city. Finally, Shane pulled into the parking lot of some run down motel, shutting the car off and getting out.
Randy frowned, following suit and hurrying after Shane as the McMahon strode quickly into the lobby. "Mr. McMahon, what are we doing here?" he asked nervously.
"Getting a room," Shane told him, walking up to the desk and exchanging a few quick words with the receptionist, then pocketing a key and heading for the stairs.
"But I don't understand!" Randy objected, hurrying after the older man. "The roster's booked into a great hotel, right by the arena!"
"And I'll be going there, in a bit." Shane reached the room he had just rented, unlocking it and stepping inside. Randy followed timidly, frowning at the dismal accommodations. Shane noticed his companion's lack of approval, chuckling and tossing the key onto the nightstand. "Hardly the Ritz, is it? But it'll do."
"Do? For what?" Randy questioned, staring in shock when Shane yanked all the covers off the bed and dumped them onto the floor, motioning to the mattress. "Sir? What are you doing?"
"Preparing," Shane answered simply.
"Are you going to sleep here?" Randy asked, looking confused.
Shane laughed out loud. "Oh no, my dear boy, definitely not sleep! Now come here and lay down."
Randy stared at him, not budging an inch. "What?"
"I said lay down." Shane patted the mattress. "Come on boy."
"What's this about?" Randy asked, backing towards the door. "Look, I don't know what you think I am, but - "
"I like the innocent act," Shane chuckled, his eyes moving hungrily over Randy's body. "It's sexy. Now get your sweet young ass over here, I've got plan for you." He held up his hands before Randy could object again. "I know about you sucking my dad off to get yourself on tv, so don't give me any shit about not having done this before. I know you have. I have a damn lot of sway in this company, and if I tell my dad I want you sent back to OVW, he'll listen. Now, if you want to keep your job, get over here. And take off those clothes, while you're at it."
Randy swallowed, standing frozen where he was. He couldn't believe what Shane was asking of him, but he knew by the look on the younger McMahon's face that he was serious. Taking a deep breath, he slowly undressed, walking awkwardly over to the bed and laying down in the middle of it.
Shane looked over the younger man, licking his lips in a predatory way. "Nice," he commented, grinning as he pulled a shiny metal object from his pocket.
Randy sat up abruptly when he saw what Shane was holding. "No. No way!" he objected.
"Yes way." Shane dangled the handcuffs in front of the younger man's face, fixing him with a commanding stare. "Lay down now, and put your hands above your head."
Randy swallowed hard, doing as he was told and closing his eyes tightly. He flinched as the cuffs closed around his wrists, binding him to the headboard and rendering him helpless. "Now you just stay quiet. If I want you to talk I'll ask you to," Shane instructed, his hands sliding over Randy's chest. "Oh yeah. Oh hell yeah." He quickly shed his clothes, rolling to cover the other man's body and winding his arms around Randy's back, his lips finding the curve of his neck and nuzzling the soft skin there.
Shane began his exploration with hands and lips, while at the same time his knee slipped between Randy's thighs. "Loosen up," he murmured as his lips swept across Randy's chest. "It's really gonna hurt when I fuck ya if you're this tense. Just relax and enjoy it, like you must have enjoyed blowing my dad." Randy took a deep breath, forcing his muscles to relax as Shane explored his neck, chest, stomach and thighs with both hands and lips. Shane took his time, enjoying his slow and thorough exploration of the other man's body, Randy's helplessness only serving to turn him on further. When he had finally explored every area but one, he was more than ready.
He had dropped a bottle of lube on the mattress right before stripping off his pants, and he now reached for it, coating his fingers thoroughly and sliding down between Randy's legs. "Spread your legs, baby," he murmured, grinning when Randy, having no other choice, obeyed him. He quickly slid one finger inside the other man, bending down and wrapping his lips around the younger man's cock while his finger slid in and out, his tongue teasing Randy to erectness.
"See, I knew you liked it," he smirked as he drew back, sliding in a second finger while he spoke. "Damn I can't wait to be buried inside of you. You'll look so hot impaled on my cock." He licked his lips, quickly pushing in a third finger, then pulling out all three and positioning himself at the young man's entrance, pausing and grinning at Randy. "Wait just a sec," he stated, grabbing a little silver packet which was lying right next to the lube. He tore the condom open with his teeth, quickly sliding it onto his engorged shaft. "Gotta be safe. After all, I don't know where you've been!"
Shane chuckled, but his expression quickly grew more serious as his hips moved forward, the tip of his cock pushing into the younger man's body. Randy groaned, taking deep breaths and trying to force his muscles to stay relaxed. Shane pushed in slowly but steadily, pausing for only a moment, and not nearly a long enough moment in Randy's opinion, to let the young man adjust to the penetration before his hips began to rock in a steady rhythm. The McMahon heir closed his eyes, a moan slipping from his throat as his hips continued to work, pumping into his helpless companion. He let it last for some time, slowing every time he felt on the brink of coming, wanting to savor the feeling of Randy's young flesh wrapped around him. His hands took many liberties while his hips pumped, stroking Randy's thighs, chest, and stomach, enjoying the feel of the other man's body.
At last, with a groan, Shane let himself spill over the edge, his body rocking with an intense and satiating orgasm. He sighed and pulled out, pulling off the condom and disposing of it. "You're a pretty decent lay, you know that?" he commented, sighing happily as he climbed off the bed, gathering his clothes and dressing quickly.
Randy lay on the bed, hot, flushed, and still painfully hard. He whimpered a little, drawing Shane's attention back to him. Shane glanced at him, chuckling when he noticed the still erect shaft bobbing between the younger man's legs. "I guess I should take care of you too, hmm?" he murmured, sitting next to the other man and reaching out his hand, trailing one finger teasingly over the head of Randy's cock. He slid his fingers down the length slowly, then back up again, his entire hand wrapping around it and cradling it as his strokes became faster. Randy was panting, his pink flush growing deeper as he neared his climax. He moaned loudly when it hit him at last, shivering as pleasure washed through him.
"There we go," Shane murmured, pulling his hand back and stepping into the bathroom, returning with a towel and wiping off Randy's stomach. He tossed the towel back into the bathroom after wiping off his hands, smiling at Randy as he headed for the door. "Well, thank you for a lovely night. You make a wonderful sex toy, I'm sure I'll be seeing you again sometime. Good night."
"Wait!" Randy cried, just as Shane was about to step out into the hall.
Shane paused, glancing back at him. "What?"
"Aren't you going to let me go?" Randy questioned, tugging at the cuffs.
Shane chuckled. "I'll send someone by in the morning. Good night." With that, he stepped out into the hall, closing the door firmly behind him. He was still grinning broadly as he pulled out of the parking lot, taking a final look at the cheap motel. "And that's the best that whores who blow my father deserve," he murmured to himself, sighing happily. "God I love being the boss' son!"
THE END
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