"Stacy, hon, run down to the nearest store and get me an orange juice."
Test, currently lounging in a comfortable chair in his locker room, fished a 20 out of his wallet and tossed it at his manager.
Stacy scowled at Test. "They have orange juice in catering!" she snapped.
"Yeah, but I didn't like the look of them." Test gave Stacy a look. "Do I have to remind you that you have a contract? You do what I say, when I say it! Now get going! I'm thirsty!"
Stacy glared at him for a moment, then stomped her foot, grabbed the 20, and marched out of the room.
"Fuckin' troublesome bitch," Test murmured. His eyes moved to the remaining person in the room; the other person whose services he currently possessed, Scott Steiner. "Now, your turn," he stated with a smirk.
Scott glared at him for a second, then sighed and stood. "What do ya want now?" he growled. "Want me to get ya a fuckin' cupcake?"
"No." Test's smirk grew wider. He stood, pulling off his shirt. "I want to change. Lock the door."
"You're closer than I am," Scott growled.
"Yeah, but you serve me, so why should I have to?" Test pointed to the door. "Now, bitch."
Scott growled, but obeyed. It had been a few days since Test had won his services, and the surly Steiner, though still resistant, was starting to follow Test's orders. Ever since Scott had lost the match at Unforgiven, Test had been flashing his contract in his face, reminding him that not only would the penalties for breaching contract be severe, but that Scott had sworn, on his honor, to serve Test if he lost.
"Good," Test murmured as Scott slid the deadbolt home. He undid his belt, letting his pants drop to the floor. He was wearing nothing underneath. "Now get over here on your knees and suck me."
Scott didn't move. "You've got to be fucking kidding," he said after a moment of shocked silence.
"Do I look like I'm kidding?" Test demanded, stroking his hardening cock. He smirked at the appalled look at Scott's face. "Come on, Scott, don't tell me you've never given head before," he chuckled.
Scott shook his head vehemently. "I sure as hell haven't! I'm a real man; I get my cock sucked, I don't suck cock! That's what ya got Stacy for!"
Test rolled his eyes. "Really. You think I'm interested in Stacy? She's good for running errands and carrying my bags, but that's about it. Everyone knows that men give better head. It's instinct." He grinned, brandishing his cock like a sword and pointing it at Steiner. "Come on Scott, this boy ain't gonna wait all day. I won't tell your precious Stacy if you're a good boy and get over here now. If you don't, then next time, I might just forgot to send her away before I have you suck me." He sighed when Scott didn't move a muscle. "Do I have to remind you, again, that you swore, ON YOUR HONOR, to serve me?" he growled.
"That ain't fucking included in my contract!" Scott spat.
"Oh yeah, it is. You're supposed to serve my every whim." Test crossed his arms over his chest. "But, fine. If you won't do it, I'll just have Stacy do it when she gets back."
Scott tensed, a protective look appearing in his eyes. "Thought you said she was no good for that?" he challenged.
Test shrugged. "She isn't, but a crappy blow job's still better than none." He glanced down pointedly, then returned his gaze to Scott. "So what'll it be, Steiner? You wanna suck me, or you wanna watch Stacy do it?"
Scott was silent. He looked away for a moment, his face set in a frown, his forehead crinkled in thought. Test smirked; he knew he had him. Scott considered himself Stacy's protector, and Test knew he could use that to make him do just about anything, if it would save Stacy the humiliation. "Fine," Scott finally growled, his face set in a scowl. "Just don't fucking mention it to Stacy, and don't ever make her do this shit."
"Deal." Test kicked his pants fully off, settling back down in his comfortable chair. He parted his legs enough to give Scott room to fit between them, then beckoned the older man over. Scott obeyed reluctantly, kneeling sullenly on the floor before Test.
"Go ahead," Test murmured, leaning his head back against the chair, his eyes fixed on Scott. "I'll just sit back and enjoy. You take you time. Relax, you'll probably like it."
Scott continued to scowl at him. He turned his eyes to Test's erection, just staring at it for a moment, then he sighed and leaned forward. He opened his mouth, taking the head between his lips.
"Fuck yeah," Test growled, one hand moving to stroke the back of Scott's head. "Suck me, baby," he purred, pressing a bit on the back of the older man's head. Scott obediently moved his mouth down, taking more of Test's cock into his mouth. "Oh yeah." Test took his hand off Scott's head as the other man settled into a slow rhythm. He gazed down at Scott, enjoying the sight of his cock sliding in and out of the tough man's mouth. "Not that hard, is it, baby?" he whispered, groaning in pleasure as Scott continued to bob on him. "God are you good at that! Mmm. And you'll get better with more practice." He raised his hand to stroke the back of Scott's head again, his touch gentle.
It was quiet in the locker room for a few minutes, the only noises the soft slurping of Scott's mouth on Test and Test's murmurs of approval. Test felt his pleasure building, using his hand to urge Scott to go faster as he approached his climax. "Almost there, baby...mmmm...fuck!" he cried, his body arching as his orgasm hit him. Scott pulled his mouth off quickly as Test started to come, letting Test's come splash onto his stomach. He stayed on his knees, gazing sullenly up at Test as the blonde recovered from his orgasm.
Test took a deep breath, closing his eyes and savoring the post-orgasmic glow for a moment. He took another breath, then opened his eyes, gazing down at Scott. "C'mere," he murmured, wiggling his finger for him to come closer. Scott hesitantly stood, leaning in close to Test. Test smiled - actually a pleasant smile for once - and wrapped his arms around Scott's neck, pulling him into a kiss. Scott blinked in shock, but the feeling of Test's lips against his own was a pleasant surprise, and he found himself returning the gentle kiss.
Test pulled back after a moment, gazing happily at Scott for a few heartbeats. He gave a sated sigh, glancing down at his come-covered middle. "Could you get me a towel?" he asked.
"Uh. Sure." Scott headed for the bathroom. He paused briefly at
the door, glancing quickly back at Test. As humiliating as Test's request
had been, his behavior in the aftermath had been completly outside his
M.O. Their kiss had been sweet; caring even. It was in complete contrast
to Test's usual obnoxious, bullying behavior. As he walked towards the
bathroom, Scott had to wonder what was going to happen in the days to come.