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First Read The Captain and The Champ - Reunion - Chapter 1

10:01 Thor: Home alone all weekend long since Friday morning. I’ve been getting railed. This morning I had 4 college athletes take on my Asgardian pussy and then had a bodybuilder for lunch. Tonight I’m scrolling through grindr.

Wearing nothing but a jockstrap I chat up with “Hung & Dom”.

“Hey There. How big are you? Wanna cum over? Insatiable muscle god here” and I send him a pic of my beautiful bubble ass. “I Can be Your whore ;)”
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To keep my hole nice and tender, I sat on a dildo and took some popper hits on the avengers floor. “Fuck yes…” now to play the…what do earth people call it the…waiting game?
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10:01 Brock_Rumlow: I can't fucking believe it... That naive boyscout and that colossal walking cunt, Cena, went off in the fucking chopper together? And that fucking quitter, that fucking coward had the nerve to accuse me of cruising at the fundraiser? As though I were some kind of pussy queer like him? Fuck, his muscles are all for show. He might be bigger than me, but I'm tougher, stronger, more of a man than he could ever hope to be. I'll show him. Him and Steve both.

That encounter with Cena left a foul taste in my mouth, bitter and full of rage. And that meant one thing. Some poor queer fucker had to pay. Preferably some big fucker, with big muscles and a big ego. So I could pretend he was Cena as I destroyed him, ended his pathetic muscle-bound existence while I ravaged his hole with my fuck rod. There had been quite a few unsolved killings after I'd finished wrecking men who thought they were all that.

Rage making my dick so hard it started to leak, I scrolled through grindr. My handle on there is "Hung & Dom". No truer words were ever posted on Grindr. I left out murderous bastard of course. It didn't pay to give away everything in one go.

I checked my newest message. DAMN. Now that ass was one helluva piece of work. Was going to enjoy ruining it. I replied to his message, "You ARE my whore, bitch. You just don't know it yet. Give me your address, NOW. Your master is waiting to take possession of his new property."

10:01 Thor: I get the reply. “Here’s my address. I’ll be waiting for you. Door is unlocked. 3rd floor. You have a beautiful cock. I can’t wait” and I sent him a pic of me wearing a tight muscle crop top with the words “daddy’s whore” on it. And my jockstrap.

While I’m a fierce fighter, I love sex. Always have. Been Vers since my teen years, my father, Odin, encouraged it. Said a true man needs to learn the art of lovemaking. When I’m came out to him he smirked and said Viking culture doesn’t care about that. But he was shocked it wasn’t Loki.

So I wait like the whore I am. Almost naked. Horny. Sweaty. Ass tender and wrecked. Insatiable.

10:01 Brock_Rumlow: I head out, pulling on my leather jacket, not doing much to hide my hard muscled, combat-forged frame. I enter the sleazy little side street. I walk up the stairs, the fucking place is deserted, no one lives here. I reach the third floor, and open the rickety door, peering into the grungy, dirty, trashed room.

Then, my eyes nearly fucking bug out of my head as I see who my prey is. It's ... FUCK ME ... it's fucking THOR! THOR! The Asgardian, the wielder of Mjolnir, is a goddamn butt pussy. I start to smile... realizing that luck is on my side. This was not only gonna be fun, it was gonna be valuable. This contact would give me a backdoor into the Avengers themselves. There was no way Thor would recognize me. He never mixes with the guards, and that's all I am. Just in charge of security, a leftover from SHIELD.

I enter the dark room, my voice growling, deep with command. "TURN OVER BOY. SHOW ME THAT ASS. I WANT TO INSPECT YOUR PROPERTY. AND YOU HAD FUCKING BETTER HAVE SOMEWHERE ELSE I CAN REAM YOUR BITCH ASS THAN THIS TRASH HEAP."

10:01 Thor: I’m on the mattress on the floor, on all fours as i hear the door open. Your voice, it’s booming. You ask me if i know where else we can fuck. I stand up and turn around. My face caked in sweat and cum. My crop top barely covering my oversized pecs. There’s a dried patch of cum on my face, and i must look like a mess but I’m amazed at how hot you are. “Wow daddy…you’re a stud.”

Then i answered your question. “oh I do, daddy. How do I know I can trust you. How do I know you have a huge cock?” I grin and get on my knees.

Nothing turns me on than being a muscle whore. I look up and lick my lips. “Prove it to me.”

10:01 Brock_Rumlow: I reach down as you drop to your knees in front of me. I grab your hair in my hand, and pull your face back, staring down into the face of a god. My mouth curls into a sneer, as I spit down on that handsome, cum soaked face. "You fucking slut. Did I give you permission to touch your fucking cock? Did I give you permission to waste your cum on yourself? Ungrateful bitch." Then, I maneuver my 10.5" piece of meat from my trousers, throbbing, thick as a goddamn beer can. "Shut the fuck up and be a good little man whore." I grunt, and ram my dick into Thor's mouth.

I'm not fucking queer. This isn't queer. This is just about power. That's all. Cena and Steve, they are queer. Not me. I get angrier, driving my cock further down Thor's throat.

10:01 Thor: As you forcefully shove your massive cock I take it all in with a single gulp. I grin and begin pleasuring your huge cock.

What you don’t know is that this summer I spent it at Wakanda. Emperor M’Baktu and his men from the mountain tribe showed me the art of pleasing XXL cock. So this is a breeze.

I construct my throat muscles and massage your shaft with my wet mouth. However your force causes my eyes to water and I produce extra drool. Making it sloppy and wet. I stay on my knees, enjoying the throat fucking you’re giving me.

10:01 Brock_Rumlow: I'm sneering down at you, when suddenly, my eyes roll back in my head and my knees buckle. FUCK FUCK FUCK... The god of thunder knows how to suck cock... better than any one I've ever felt down there before. Little bolts of electricity are shooting up and down my spine, and my fucking balls are tingling. This bitch ... he's gonna suck me off... FUCK NO...

One of my rules... no dude will EVER suck me off. EVER. Only pussys and fags get sucked off. Only place my cum will go is up my bitch's ass. That's a sign of conquest. Of ownership. That's not gay. That's about power.

But this BITCH is gonna make me cum... I growl, and suddenly rip my cock out of your mouth, before I lose my load. I yank you up to your feet by my grip on the hair. "Enough bitch. There's your fucking sample. Now take us somewhere so I can ruin your hole."

10:01 Thor: you pull my hair back forcefully and unload near my feet. I grin and nod. “Ah yes. Some men are fast shooters. No shame in it. The prom king had a case of that. Hard to-“ I noticed your annoyed face. “Ah yes, well…I know one place! I don’t normally do this but my pussy is about to burst.” I get up and get dressed. A denim jacket over the crop top, and gym shorts over my jockstrap. I put on tennis shoes with my white socks. “Let me lead the way, cruiser of the grind.”

10:01 Brock_Rumlow: I snarl, "Watch your mouth, bitch. Shut the fuck up and take me to your place so I can rape your fucking hole." This was Thor I was domming... The fucking god of Thunder. Holy shit... He was MY bitch. FUCKING THOR WAS MY BITCH. My cock went even harder, if that was possible, as the reality sank in. I sat back, a sneer on my face, my dick aching and leaking as I watched my godly bitch get dressed in his denim and shorts. That shirt with "daddy's whore" printed on it made me sneer even wider. What a fucking total pussy. "Don't get used to leading, bitch. Now, lets get moving, my cock wants to rape your hole."

10:01 Thor: I ignore your insults, thinking it’s just part of the role play. “He’s daddy!” I say, winking at you. My ass filling in the shorts, my cakes barely contained. I make my way downstairs and head out in the streets.

I lead you towards avengers tower. You in your leather jacket and shades looking like rough trade. “Here we are. I smell like a locker room. Wanna shower together or…?” Oblivious by your callousness. “You’re such a daddy”

10:01 Brock_Rumlow: Something about Thor really got under my skin. He was such a clueless mother fucker. I'd kill him right here if I could. But he was a fucking Asgardian. That wasn't happening. Not tonight. It fucking pissed me off the way this was all a game to him. I kept my cool, and followed Thor towards Avengers tower. The mother fucking cunt was violating just about every security precaution we had in place. And he didn't even know that they were all put in place by the head of security for Avengers Tower me. Because he was that fucking clueless.

I sneer at Thor, "You smell more like a fucking used jock strap, bitch. And hell no, I don't wanna shower with your sorry ass. I'm not hear for cuddles, dipshit. I'm here to fucking rape your sorry ass. What the hell is this, anyways? You work for the fucking Avengers? I'm gonna be raping your ass in fucking Avengers Tower?" I played dumb, to see how the idiot would react. Fuck, I wanted to waste his sorry ass so bad.

10:01 Thor: “If you tell anyone I’ll wreck you, boy, but…you know who I am” I say. There’s no way he doesn’t know. I lead you to the main room and sit you on the couch. “Sit here. I want to give you a lapdance” I say, kissing your neck.

“I Don’t want cuddles. I want you to have a good time, not a long time.” I wink at you, so horny for that massive dick.

10:01 Brock_Rumlow: I follow you into a big lounge, littered with comfy couches. You talk back to me, to ME, telling me you'll wreck ME? Fury flashes in my eyes. I was gonna find a way, somehow, someday, to kill this pussy assed god. I swore it then and there. But I held my tongue for the moment. He wanted me to fuck him right here, in the fucking lounge? The tower was deserted.

I sneer again as you tell me to sit down and lean over and kiss my neck. Time to reassert that authority. "Fuck off, pussy boy. Don't want you fucking squirming in my lap, don't want your fucking kisses either. I want your fucking ass. Get down, NOW, on all fours, and show me that fucking hole of yours so your 'Daddy' can ruin it with my 10.5 inch weapon.

10:01 Thor: “Yes sir. You gonna eat this pussy?” I get on all fours, my thick muscular thighs connected to a massive muscular ass. I get on all fours, fully naked, and look back at you. My eyes twinkling with lust and mischief. My pink hole surrounded by tanned skin.

Fuck. He’s so dominant. And so cute when he’s pissed. “Let’s go, big boy!!” I winked at you, letting you know I want you.

10:01 Brock_Rumlow: I grin, my cock throbbing as I viewed that bitch of an Asgardian spreading his man cunt like some kind of cheap 2 dollar whore. If only the world could see their 'mighty' hero now. That ass was hard as steel as I growled back, "That fucking pussy is MINE boy, don't forget it. I'll eat it, fuck it, ruin it if I want. CHOICE is mine, not yours."

Taking a man's ass, even eating out his ass, that's just being dominant. That's just about power and control. It's not gay. I'm not fucking gay. I don't take it up the ass like this fucking bitch. I leer down, my cock harder, empowered by my unshakable logic.

I drove my scruffy face into that ass, starting to eat out that pink hole, my tongue roughly, hungrily exploring that winking orifice. I took my hands, spread it wider, starting to force my fore fingers into, stretching that godly cunt wider.

10:01 Thor: My eyes rolled back, I bit my lip and gripped the plush pillows as I was enjoying one of the best rimjobs of my life. Fuck. For a mere mortal, he’s good. Possibly better than Emperor M’Baktu. My toes curled and I began to groan and moan

“Fuckk…fuck I’m yours. I’m your boy. All yours. Body and fucking soul. Please. Take me….” I pulled my head back and grunted as you ate my muscle pussy.

Fuck. I’m ready for that huge cock but I’m enjoying this stud’s skills. Fuck. He’s so hot. I hope he’s…hope he’s a good fuck.

10:01 Brock_Rumlow: Grunting, I pull back from that ass. Truly the ass of a god, if there ever was one. His submissive utterings and slutty tones drive me fucking wild. It's FUCKING Thor, the mighty Asgardian, a man who could fucking incinerate me if he wanted to, but all the pussy really wants is to be my FUCKING BITCH. And it makes me fucking angry. Pissed as hell. Knowing that he's GIVING himself to me. I want to fucking TAKE him, but instead it's like I'm some kind of fucking charity case.

Gonna fucking kill him. Someday, somehow, gonna fucking waste him for that!

The rage builds up to a fever pitch, the angrier and more pissed I get, the harder and hornier I get. I haul off and slap that thick muscle ass with all my mortal might, "Don't need to state the FUCKING obvious, you fucking man whore. I own ANY MAN I fucking want to own. Your ASS is mine." I grab those hips, line up my cock, and drive my 10.5" conquering piece of man meat up to the FUCKING hilt in that godly ass, all the time pissed and angry as hell, knowing that if Thor wanted to, he could clench his ass and crush my cock to a pulp.

10:01 Thor: “UHHH YES!!! YES TAKE ME. IM YOURS!!” I moan and groan. Your cock feels amazing in my sloppy god hole, and it feels amazing letting loose and be my real self - a slutty dog. Always have been.

My father Odin offered me 4 vestal virgins for my 16th birthday. When I told him I like men, he smiled and then an hour later offered 4 male soldiers from my cohort, all of them wanting me.

Since then I’ve been fucking all over the dimensions and worlds. And this earth mortal is among the best. I’ve seen him somewhere before…

MEANWHILE

10:01 John_Cena_Champ: the helicopter drops us off on top of the Avengers tower. Cap and I are on top of each other like no one is watching. Feeling his leather combat suit is so hot. “Reminds me of the time we tried leather and BDSM…you looked so hot in a harness and leather pants” I chuckle and kiss you.

I thank Paul for his service and we fist bump. “Get that Stud, man” I wink at him. He winks and me and Cap, and told us to have fun. I grab your arm and we descend down the stairs.

“So…should we go to the gym or want to head to your place first…?”

10:01 Captain_America: Even though it's physically impossible for me to get drunk, I'm pretty sure if I COULD get drunk, it would feel like this. I feel totally out of control, grinning like a lovesick teenager as Paul drops us off on the helipad atop Avengers tower. I'm still stunned that Paul is well, like me. How could I have been so blind? "Thanks Paul! And ..." this feels so wierd, what I'm about to say next, ".. enjoy your date my friend."

I turn back to you, leading you down the stairs, pausing as the retinal scanner confirms my identity, opening the door with a beep. "As much as I want to see your championship muscle in action, I think we might start our workout first with a little cardio? That is, if you can keep up with me." I grin at you, pulling you in for a kiss at the bottom of the stairs.

"My room first, then after we are done with our warm-up, I'll show you the gym and give you a tour." The lift takes us down to the main lounge. I spend the ride behind you, massaging those incredible thick muscled traps and grinding my crotch into your ass. But I frown as the lift stops, before the doors even open. I hear a rythmic thumping, and low moans coming from the other side of the door.

"What the hell is going on?"

10:01 John_Cena_Champ: “I’d like that.” I kiss and hold you but then hear the familiar sound of flesh touching. Could it be Black Widow hooking up? Hulk? Part of me was wishing for Thor. And…as the doors opened I got my wish.

The elevator door opened and there he was - Thor getting his cheeks clapped by…RUMLOW?! Both men had their eyes rolling back, the familiar moans and sounds of sexual pleasure. I wasn’t surprised about Thor but RUMLOW?! The fucker who tried to out me…actually. I knew he was a closeted fag.

“WHAT THE FUCK?!” I bellow out, and both men turn around.

10:01 Brock_Rumlow: Holy mother fucking shit ... Thor's ass was the tightest ass I'd ever plowed. I smashed him good ... when I was done fucking that hole six ways to sunday, I'd drive my fist up the bitch's godly cunt. Rage burned inside me at the humiliation of this bitch "giving" me his ass. Knowing I couldn't take it if he didn't want me too made me see red. And of course, that rage just made me hornier. I was fucking him so goddamn hard that if he were a mere mortal, I'd be ripping his guts up.

I was moaning in heat, when suddenly, there was a DING, and the sound of the lift doors opening. FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK.. I heard the voices... Cap and that man cunt, Cena! HERE??? Then I realized... that faggot Steve Rogers had brought Cena back to Avengers tower for a fuck... The thought disgusted me... that big, over muscled steroided bitch Cena and that sickeningly sweet hard muscled boyscout Steve Rogers having gay sex. HERE... in Avengers tower... HERE of ALL FUCKING PLACES. Made me wanna puke.
I start to turn, on instinct, but then halt, and turn back. Cap was looking away in embarrassment, but I caught one brief glimpse of Cena's shocked face. I could spin this... plausible deniability. I rip my cock out of that godly ass, turn and bolt, melting into the shadows in a split second, smoothly putting my rock hard, blue balled cock away, still wet from Thor's ass.

All that elite SHIELD special forces training was good for something. As I slipped through a side door, my brain surged with rage. I'd have him... have that fucking bastard Cena. I'd break him, own him, waste him. When HYDRA made their play, I'd be sure to get John Cena as well as Cap. He had an overinflated opinion of his abilities, it was clear he couldn't handle the Marines. His muscle was only good for show. How FUCKING dare he and Steve interrupt me bitching THOR? They'd pay. I swear, they would all pay.

10:01 Captain_America: Sheer, hot humiliation burns inside me as I see Thor... on all fours, just able to make out his face, contorted in sexual pleasure, getting his butt reamed by some man in black leather gear. Something familiar about him... but I couldn't look. It wasn't proper. I was gonna die of shame right here, right now. I turned away, breathing heavy, collecting myself trying to figure out what to say next. But for some reason... that image... was burned in my brain. Thor... on his hands and knees, getting reamed... I swallowed hard. My cock throbbed. When I finally forced myself to look again, it was just Thor. The man in black leather was no where to be seen. I blinked.

Damn, he was fast. I caught Thor's eyes, my mouth opening and closing a few times, unable to figure out what to say, my face red with embarrassment.

10:01 John_Cena_Champ: I saw him. As Cap shielded his eyes away I saw who it was. “That hypocritical SON OF A BITCH!!” I said as I chased him. All those years of fearing he’d out me. Even while in the marines. And this boy ends up being a fag?! AND scoring a hottie? Fuck that.

I take off and chase after him. Leaving Captain to deal with Thor.

Chasing after him, I’m now at a long metal hallway on the opposite side of the common room. There’s a few windows but it’s mostly hallway. “No where to run Rumlow. Where the Fuck are you? You sick son of a bitch?!”

10:01 Thor: “what have I done to scare my playmate?” I look at Captain America, who is looking at me disgusted. “You…and him? That’s your type? We should discuss men, friend.” I stand up, my legs wobbly, and face you. I shoot you a grin while looking like a cheap $2 muscle whore

10:01 Captain_America: Suddenly, I hear a door open and shut off in the shadows, Thor's .... date? What is going on? John bolts, chasing off into the shadows. I'm about to call out to him, totally confused why he would suddenly go running after a total stranger, when Thor speaks up. This is turning out to be a very unusual night. I can't hide the disgust on my face as I look at Thor's nakedness. He was totally un-selfconcious about his nudity. I swallowed heavily.

I thought I knew Thor... but clearly, not nearly as well as I thought.

And now, he's sitting there, naked with a .. with a ... my god... he is .. well endowed. It's waving back and forth. I swallow, looking Thor up and down. "Who was that? And what possessed you to do ... that .. here .. in the lounge where anyone could walk in? And him.." Now I blush bright red. Looks like my little secret is out, at least to Thor. But it doesn't seem as though he cares at all.

"My type? Discuss men? Before tonight, I didn't even know you were ... were .. into that. This is all a lot to come to terms with." I sit down on the couch, shaking my head out, trying to make sense of it all. Realizing suddenly that John Cena is running wild in Avengers Tower. Oh man. What a night.

10:01 Brock_Rumlow: I make my way down the hallway, at speed. No fucking way do I want that faggot Steve Rogers to find out who was reaming Thor. Thor, luckily, doesn't know who I am. That leaves John. Did that cunt recognize me? I dart around a corner, just as I hear the door from the common room bang open, followed by a voice I recognize all to well. It's that mother fucking cock sucking steroided muscle cunt, John Cena. Fury burns white hot. That fucking fake. That fucking phony. That quitter. Fucking faggot. I should have outted him years ago.

And he has the goddamn balls to call me a sick son of a bitch? To accuse ME of hiding? But this is MY tower. I know every inch of it. I'm the goddamn head of security, after all. While John fucking Cena was wasting his time building up bloated muscles and entertaining kids and horny housewives on television, I trained to be the fucking toughest, hardest, bad-ass in SHIELD special forces. Training that I've put to good use in the service of HYDRA. I'm gonna have that fake pro wrestling muscle bitch for lunch. I smile to myself, in the dim hallway. I dart into a utility closet, and close the door in utter silence. My hard, steel-corded muscles tense and ripple with power as anticipation of fucking up that cunt hypes me up. I listen carefully.... calling on all my elite combat training.

He turns the corner, running full out. I slip into what I call the "zone", that place where I'm hyper focused, battle-ready, every movement precise and perfect. I time it, judging his distance and location by the sound of his footsteps pounding on the floor, then WHAMMMMMMMMMM I slam the door open, right into his FUCKING face.

10:01 Thor: “oh, friend…I knew. I was just being polite about it. Let’s grab a beer and discuss. I think your date got mad.” I offer you a warm smile, and go grab a couple of cold ones.

My huge bubble ass jiggles as I walk and I totally forgot about the tally marks on my broad back. 17 loads today in either hole.

I come back and notice you’re shaken. “Don’t be a prude, Steven. Back in Asgard, nudity and sex is normal. I find it strange how conservative your world is. You’re reminding me of Loki.” I chuckle as I take a sip, totally naked while you’re silently judging me.

“So…we obviously like muscle. Are you a top or bottom?” I wink at you. “I love pleasing men. Being degraded. I guess being a prince has made me…want to give back to people.”

10:01 Captain_America: I'm just about to get up and go find John. Can't understand why he just ran off like that, but Thor throws me off balance with his nonchalant attitude, as if this kind of thing happens everyday. I'm stunned, as I look at his back, shuddering slightly... but also, turned on. What an ass. Damn. John's is harder though.

He brings back some beers, and politely I take it off him. I'd decided to just stay here. No point in going haring off after John. He's a big boy, he can take care of himself. He'll find his way back and explain what the hell he was up to. Best thing to do is sit tight, try to make sense of this revelation about Thor.

Everything has really shaken me. Thor sits down, naked, his massive tool dangling. I try not to look at it, but it's hard not to. I try to focus on what he's saying instead. "I don't mean to be a prude ... it's just... so different than the world I grew up in. Things like this just aren't done, not publicly."
I sit back, suddenly grinning as I look over at the mighty Asgardian, wielder of Mjolnir. "I'm a top, I ... I do like to be in control. And yeah... I definetly have an eye for muscle. But it takes more than just that to get my attention." John Cena had the muscle, but there was more to him than that. I shook my head, still dazed, trying to make sense, "You know Thor... how many times have we fought side by side, back to back against our foes. Went into battle together. And now... suddenly, I find this out about you... I mean... it's a shock. You are one of the most powerful beings I have ever encountered, you have fought countless foes of unimaginable power, and yet ... you are telling me you like to be degraded, you love to please men?" I shake my head. "Incredible."

And arousing. My cock stiffens in my trousers as I consider the visual of me degrading Thor. How could I? He's like a brother. That is so wrong.

10:01 John_Cena_Champ: I walk slowly. Remembering my marine training. My huge muscles ready for action. I slowly take a few steps and then BAM!! The door slams open on my face. I stagger back I shake my head. “Fuck. RUMLOW!” I growl when I see you. That bitch.

I should have known. He was always cruising for ass during basic and would always go to the barracks and fuck a guy or two.

“C’mon, you closeted son of a bitch. Let’s go”

10:01 Brock_Rumlow: Cena's not quite as stupid as I'd hoped. Having slowed to a walk, so instead of knocking his gay ass out, it only dazed him. I step out from behind the door, my scruffy, handsome face twisted with rage and hate. "You fucking have a lot of balls, calling me closeted? I'm not a fucking faggot, like you and Steve, John. I should have outed you a long time ago. In fact, there's still time. Vince would drop you faster than a hot potato when the public finds out that the WWE's golden boy is a cock sucking faggot." I sneer, my fists raised in a tight, sharp guard as I eye John.

He's bigger than me, a lot bigger than me. A fucking mountain of muscle. But I'm confident I can match his power, my training regimen is brutal, and it doesn't involve any fake wrestling, but life or death hand to hand combat training. Suddenly, I spit, a huge wad right in your eyes, a distraction, as I squat low, and send my right fist towards those legendary abs, twisting from the hips, my arm surging with serious power, I hit way, way above my weight. I keep my left fist back, on guard.

10:01 John_Cena_Champ: we’re confronting each other now, telling each other how much we hate each other. You tell me you’d out me to Vince. “Vince swings both ways, you skinny fuck.” But suddenly you spit on my face, hitting my eye.

“Fuck what the hell?!” And with that you smash your fist into my abs, smashing me and even lifting me a few inches. I fall to my knees and groan. But look at you. I flare my nostrils and rush towards you, faster than you think. Spearing you against the wall; all bets are off - I’m punching and swinging at you. All the years of anger towards you. “I fucking hate you. I know you hate me.” I swing a strong uppercut to your handsome jaw and BOOM, hitting you and connecting a clean hit.

10:01 Thor: “what do you get into? Your man is strapping.” I look at you and you’re more relaxed now. Still uptight in your leather fighter outfit, but I see you softening. Looking at me. With lust in your eyes. I bite my lip.

“I Don’t think my man is coming back…” and my eyes go straight for your huge package

10:01 Brock_Rumlow: Have wanted to do that for years, drive my fist into that fucking over-muscled coward, folding him double and dropping him to his knees. I sneer, "That's right you cocksucker, on your knees is just where you belong in front of me." I reach forward to grab your head, but I gotta give the fucker credit, he must remember some of his Marine training after all. Suddenly, faster than I can react, my steel-hard abs are speared into the wall, doubling me up and knocking some of the wind outta me. A man doesn't ignore getting speared by a fucker as big as John Cena.

I'm gasping for breath, fighting to get my wind back, rage and fury boiling inside me when suddenly my head snaps back, and I see a bright light flash in my eyes. I've got a jaw of iron, but even so, the power behind that punch nearly knocks me the fuck out. A red-hot burst of pain rips and throbs through my handsome, scruffy jaw, and I taste blood as now it's my turn to sink to my knees. But I'm a tough bastard, takes a lot more than that to keep me down. My cock is raging hard, I fucking hate this bastard so much.

I spit out some blood, my combat-trained body recovering quickly. "So Vince swings both ways? That explains how you became a fake champion. You fucking sucked his cock and took it up the ass. I fucking hate your guts, you cowardly faggot bastard." With that, I brace my powerful legs against the wall behind me, and surge forward, my right arm leading the way, driving my fist sweet and true in a return uppercut to the underside of that legendary, hard, handsome, heroic jaw. At the same time, I drive my left knee up, targeting your thick muscled lats and obliques on your right side, with savage force.

10:01 Captain_America: I start to relax a bit more, this is still crazy, but this is Thor after all. And, to be honest, it feels good, easier somehow, now that he knows. But then I swallow as Thor looks at me in a way I've never seen before. But then, I'm looking at him in a way I've never looked before. "John Cena is very strapping. He's incredible." I shake my head, thinking of John for a moment. Realizing that Thor asked me another question, "Uh.. well, I like to play rough. I'm a top, and I enjoy being in control. But... with the right man, I can surrender control as well. I haven't experimented very much, you understand, but generally, the rougher and harder it is, the more I tend to like it." I'm fighting not to blush, especially as I see Thor's eyes go to my package. My cock is rock hard in my leather battle uniform. I swallow hard.

"So ... uhhh, maybe we should go look for John Cena and your .... date? They can't have gone far?"

10:01 Thor: “ah, yes! A quick check to see where they went. Are you and him…official or did you two meet up at the gym?” I blushed. Captain America being a little deviant? I loved how this is turning out.

10:01 John_Cena_Champ: as you insulted me. Telling me I earned my place by sucking cock, I narrow my eyes. “You fucking little bitch. Vince sucked MY cock. I’m a TOP!!” I smashed your face over and over. BAM BAM! Your handsome face snapped to the left then the right. I grip you and clinch you close to me only to headbutt you. BOOM. Your nose cracks and I’m not playing around.

I watch as you stumble back. I kiss my fist as I grip your hair and smash my knee onto your abs. “You want to play with the big boys? I’m your man”

10:01 Brock_Rumlow: Fucking bastard Cena is fast on his feet, dodging my uppercut and my knee, and coming at me all guns blazing. He was a fucking powerhouse, a mountain of muscle, far too fast for a man his size. He smashed that massive fist at my face, but I had my guard up, blocking those power shots with my arms, getting rocked backwards. Fucking PISSING me off.

You clinch me tight and get in past my guard, as I'm backed up against the wall now. FUCK FUCKING hate this overmuscled bastard. I'm seeing stars as I eat a headbutt, pain rocking my head, some blood trickling from my nose. Nearly fucking broke my nose. Dazed.... I feel that massive hand grab my hair. But I'm as tough and trained as they come... I hear your taunt, but as your knee rockets up for my abs, my instincts kick in. I double up, giving way before that knee, lessening the impact as my arm shoots down and hooks that massive leg, not letting you pull it away. My other hand shoots up and seizes your wrist as you grab my hair.

I snarl, "Fuck yeah, I want to play with the big boys. I'm the real pro here. Think you are a top? You are nothing but my bitch Cena. You just don't know it yet." I might be smaller than John Cena, but I'm fucking powerful. I heave up, my quads surging with power, lifting you up off your feet using my grip on your wrist and your hooked leg, hefting your massive muscled weight across my shoulders in a fireman's carry.

Then, with contempt, I heave you off my shoulders, in a sadistic parody of your own legendary finishing move, the AA. Except... there ain't no canvas below us here, just solid, brutally unforgiving concrete!

10:01 Captain_America: Smoothly, Thor diverts my question, and keeps ... prying at me and John. But ... I've never had a chance to talk to anyone else about me and John. It's a relief to be able to speak about it. My eyes wander over Thor's godly muscle. I had always been attracted to him, but I'd never allowed myself to even consider... I start to blush, stammering as I answer the question. "We actually met many years ago... when I was first rescued from the arctic ice. John Cena was a marine back then, and was on the team that helped defrost me. He helped me adjust to the world, so much had changed... and well, you know how it goes..."

10:01 John_Cena_Champ: While I’m delivering devastating blows, you’re trading some back. I hit you with a strong right hook to your kidney and you grunt with each hit.

I smirk, thinking this is in the bag until you pick me up and lift me into a fireman’s carry. I shake my head. “Don’t you daré…” and BOOM. You hit me with my AA, a modified Death Valley Bomb. I brace for impact but my upper back makes contact and I SCREAM. “FUUUCKKK!!! Fuckk!!” I writhe in pain and turn on my stomach. My muscular body getting beaten on the concrete floor. I try to get up but my muscular body convulses a bit more I try to get up.

“Never give up. Must…do this for Cap…” I think of the night Steve and I shared. This fucker is not going to ruin this for me.

“FUCK YOU RUMLOW!!” And a surge of adrenaline hit me as I tackle you from a crouching position. With all my strength I begin to punch your face. left, right left right, double axe handle, left…you head snapping back and forth, until I smash my hammered fist onto your pretty face.

Im angry. Furious, even. “No way you’re ruining this. Not now.” All I saw was anger and red…

Fuck I hate this guy.

10:01 Thor: I scooch closer to Steven and place my hand on his thigh. He’s relaxed. This is…so wrong. “So Cena is a bottom too?” I raise my eyebrow. “I have a double dong dildo I’ve always wanted to try out…” I snicker at the handsome American.

“That’s a beautiful story. Im glad you two were able to seek each other after all these years.”

Just then I heard a scream; a guttural, intense scream. Pure animalistic brutality. “I…think our men are fighting…” I said, brown furrowed. “Let’s go check the Catfight out…”

10:01 Brock_Rumlow: I smirk at the sight of the mighty John Cena writhing in agony on the floor, all that roided up show muscle bucking and twisting. I mocked you, my voice dripping with hate as I flashed my hand in front of my face, "You can't see me..." You try to get up, but collapse back down again as I spit down on you, "What's the matter, faggot? Can't get up?"

Then, like an enraged beast you explode towards me, swinging wild punches, my combat-trained muscle suddenly on the defensive. My guard is up, blocking the flurry of furious, hate-fueled blows, as I duck and dodge. My own guts are burning with that same hate and fury. But that's my normal state, and rather than making me lose control, it makes me hyper-focused. A few of your fists, so wild and unpredictable, are getting through my guard, and my face is bruised and battered, bleeding in places.

Then, you send in a massive hammer fist with all your power towards my scruffy, handsome face. If that hits, it will knock me clean out. So I see that it doesn't. Like a snake, I twist, avoiding that massive blow. My arms snap up, and grab your wrist, using the power you poured into that hammer fist against you. Lightning fast, my combat training strikes. My whole body twists, as I spin in place, redirecting the power of your blow, pulling your massive arm down over my shoulder, tensing my core abs, and judo tossing 250 pounds of championship muscle over my shoulder, slamming your body to the concrete with far more force than the AA.
My eyes are flashing with hate. Smoothly, without missing a beat, I never let go of your powerfully muscled arm, instead I transition from the judo toss into a fall away arm bar with the grace and precision of a proper bad-ass fighter. Never giving you a chance to recover from getting so brutally slammed to the concrete. My cock surges, leaking pre-cum from all the aggression and hate flowing through my veins as I take it to the man I've hated all these years. Gonna leave my mark on him. Gonna fucking break the WWE Champion's arm, then rape him up the ass, finally teach him what a faggot he is.
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10:01 Captain_America: My breath catches in my throat, and I become suddenly aware of how hard my heart is beating as Thor sidles next to me, putting his hand on my thigh. I try to stay relaxed. He's ... just a friend. We are ... just friends. I blush bright red as Thor mentions Cena bottoming and the double dildo.

I get control of myself as I respond, "No... Cena's not a bottom. He's a top like me... but... well... he's the only man that's ever topped me, and I'm the only man that's ever topped him." Then, I heard a scream, an animalistic scream of rage and hate.

I get up, alarmed suddenly, my mind switching back into combat mode. "What the hell is going on? Why would Cena and your ... date ... be fighting?" I start to run towards the side door, heading for the corridor where the screams are coming from.

10:01 Thor: “I’ll be…showering in my…quarters…” I head over to wash myself and take the smell of man musk and sex off my body. I smell like a locker room and want to clean myself up.

10:01 John_Cena_Champ: You have me in an armbar, I’m gritting my teeth and trying not to yell. Trying not to show weakness.

I then try to twist my body, my hulking body between your legs now, and using my full strength, I place both boots on the concrete floor.

Slowly, I lift you up; you’re smaller, but a tough son of a bitch, I’ll give you that. And I SLAM you hard against the wall to get you off of me. SLAM SLAM BAM. No budge. You’re holding onto my arm.

We’re locking our eyes now, hatred running through us, you grunt as I slam you against the wall but you don’t give up. Fuck. This bitch is going to break my arm. But as I try to lift you up, I feel it.

I smirk at me as the loud CRUNCH can be heard, my face contorts, my eyes showing hate and horror. And I yell as with the last bit of adrenaline, lift you with my one arm and SLAM you down onto the concrete floor with a powerful powerbomb.

“AAAUGGHHHHHHH!!!” I see your body lie lifeless as I keel over and grab my arm. Not wanting Steve to see me like this…

10:01 Brock_Rumlow: Fueled by hatred for this fake faggot, my cock throbs as I stretch out his roided arm... my body ripples with strength as I begin to overpower the over-muscled idiot ... any second now. Then, suddenly, you start to lift me up. My eyes bulge out of my head, my face snarls in rage as I pour more power into the arm bar. NO FUCKING WAY!!

NO FUCKING WAY IS HE GOING TO OUT MUSCLE ME! I can't fucking believe it as the goddamn gorilla manages to get to his feet, with me hanging off his arm. My eyes lock with yours, the hate flowing back and forth, the determination in your eyes matched by the determination in mine. Neither of us is gonna give.

Suddenly, my hard-muscled bod is rocked as you begin to slam me into the wall like I'm some kind of human club. White light flashes in front of my eyes, as pain rips through my powerful frame, but there ain't no way in hell I'm gonna let go. I'm on another level now, riding the surges of smashing pain like a surfer. I find new levels of power, deeper reserves of strength. Every single goddamn fibre of muscle in my body is flexed to the max, my veins are standing out, my abs are harder than concrete, my biceps bulging like the guns of a battleship, every ounce of my power focused on one task... out muscling you. We are staring in each other's eyes as I hang off your arm, having weathered all your attempts to smash me off. This is a battle of wills... of muscle... of sheer power.
For a long moment, we are locked in stasis.. that legendary arm of yours flexed to the max, resisting my power. Then, I feel it suddenly... like a dam bursting... I feel that legendary muscle tremble once, twice, then give way before my superior power. I smirk at you, gleeful hate twisting my features as I straighten my body out to the max, rewarded by the CRACKKKKKKKKKKKKK of your arm breaking. But the best bit was the look in your eyes, that hate, that horror, knowing that I just fucking won the battle of wills and muscle.

At the same time as I break your arm, my fucking cock EXPLODES in my black jeans, absolutely soaking my crotch. Breaking your fucking arm was better than fucking that bitch Thor up the ass. My body starts to relax, and then suddenly, BAMMMMMMMMMM the lights go out. I'm knocked the fuck out cold... right in my moment of triumph.

10:01 Captain_America: I look over at Thor, shaking my head, clearly annoyed. Sometimes my Asgardian colleague had trouble taking things seriously. He might be a god, but he clearly was lacking in the brains department. I can't believe he's running off to shower while there is a fight going on in our tower. But why? Why had John run after Thor's .... date, and why were they fighting?

Just before I reached the door to the hall, I heard a scream of agony and a CRACKKKKK. A sound I'd heard before. It's the sound of bone breaking. Intensely focused now, desperate to protect my man, I yanked the door right off it's hinges in my haste to get to John. I tore down the hall, coming to a stop, my eyes taking in the scene. A man... unconscious on the floor... was that RUMLOW???? And there, staggering, holding his ... broken arm.... was Cena. I hated seeing him like that... hated seeing him hurt. It was like a knife twisting in my gut. I flashed back suddenly ... to when I lost Bucky... on the train all those years ago. I fought hard to stay in control, my face rippling with confusion, fear, and love for John. I was at his side in an instant. "Careful John... try not to move it. Here, let me..." I reach down and pull my grappling hook off my tactical belt, using the cable to make a quick sling, working fast, wrapping the rope around John's neck and under his forearm to keep the arm from moving.

I look into John's eyes. I had so many questions, but they would have to wait. I hold his other shoulder, squeezing it. "Hang in there John. This is gonna hurt." Then, my eyes never leaving yours, I reach out and grab your shoulder and elbow. With one quick jerk, I set the break. I have so many questions... so fucking many questions. But first things first.

10:01 John_Cena_Champ: I’m breathing heavy, in immense pain as I hear the doors bust open. I see you. Fuck. How I’m glad to see you. “Steve…Steve g-get hin the Fuck out of he-“ you shush me and calm me down. You’re my caretaker now. Moving fast and making sure I’m calm before going forward.

My face grimaces with pain, my arm on fire as you use a makeshift sling with your hook. “Get that traitor out of here. Fuck that guy…” venomous hatred still in my voice. You set the break and I whimper. I shed a tear, happy to see you. Happy to finally have you by my side again.

My head nuzzles on your chest as you hold me tight. “I-I’m sorry I’m weak. I beat him but…”

10:01 Captain_America: My first priority is taking care of you. Now that your arm is tended to, at least temporarily, I speak up, "Now, calm down John, it's gonna be okay." I reach up and gently brush away the tears from your eyes, my voice is tender and supportive. I've never seen you like this before, this must have been intense. You are always in control, in charge. But not now. What did Rumlow do to you?

I look down at Rumlow. One of the toughest men I know, knocked out cold. I chuckle gently, looking you in the eyes, "John, if that is what you are like when you are weak, " I gesture down at Rumlow's knocked out body, "I'd hate to see you when you are feeling strong. Now, tell me, what is going on? That's ... that's Rumlow... why did you chase after him, why were you fighting?" I was trying to make sense of it all. But it wasn't easy. Avengers head of security... fucking that clueless blond Asgardian idiot up the ass. Thor never noticed the staff, he probably didn't even recognize Rumlow. But one thing was clear. Rumlow broke your arm. He was now unemployed. There was no excuse for that kind of behavior. I wrap my arm around you protectively, nuzzling your head against my chest as I wait for some answers.

10:01 John_Cena_Champ: “Get him the fuck out of here. I’ll explain everything after he leaves.” I glared at him and you made me feel safe. I kiss your lips. “Fuck. I’m the luckiest man in the world.”

Moments later we made Thor take him outside and we closed the gates.

“Brock Rumlow and I were in basic together. We were in the same fleet and unit, he’s tough. But he’s always been closeted. He’s part of the reason I left. Threatening to out me. He’s been jealous of us…” I kiss you. “I saw he was in Thor and I chased after him, calling out his hypocrisy. I knew he was gay..”

I watch you now. Taking in all this information.

10:01 Captain_America: There wasn't a moment's hesitation when I sat you on the couch in the lounge and ordered Thor to throw Rumlow out. I immediately revoked all his security clearances. I'd send him a more formal message later. I rejoined you while Thor manhandled Rumlow, now awake, kicking and screaming out of Avenger's tower.

I listened as you explained the situation. My jaw nearly dropped open. I never knew any of that about Rumlow. He'd always struck me as level-headed, completely professional. I shook my head. Then finished the sentence that you had left hanging, "..and so he attacked you when you chased after him? The two of you fought, and he broken your arm? He's a very dangerous man, John. But clearly, so are you." I looked at you with a mixture of pride and love. Then I sighed. "I thought Rumlow was my friend, in a professional kind of way. He was always very good at his job. I can't believe he threw it all away for a personal grudge."
I shake my head, then I turn towards you, a very serious look on my face as I leaned in suddenly, pushing you back against the couch, expertly avoiding any movement that jarred your arm. I locked lips with yours, and kissed you long, and hard, and passionately. There was no holding back, all traces of nervousness and uncertainty were gone now. The kiss lasted for a long time... and when I broke it off, I pulled back just a bit, nose to nose with you, staring deep into your eyes. "When I saw you in the hall, hurt, I realized something. I won't lose you John. Never again. And I'm going to take care of you. You clearly aren't going to be wrestling for a while, you'll need some time to recover. And just now, the world is getting on fine without me. You are staying here with me. You are going to heal, and you and I are going to do what we should have done a long time ago." I pause, then plunge on. "I love you John, and I'm not letting you go this time."

10:01 John_Cena_Champ: A huge grin spreads across my face. “I-I’m happy…I love you too Steve. We’ll have some privacy.” I look over at Thor, who is looking at us with his puppy dog eyes. “For the most part.” I chuckle. “I won’t lose you, Steven. I love you.”

Then a thought went through my head and I frowned. Vince. My boss. “I have to call my boss.”

I reach into my jeans and give Vince a ring.

“Hey. Yeah. Wait…what? I haven’t been on social media. That’s awesome.

Ok. While partying it up with Cap…I broke my arm. I’ll be out of commission for a while. Yes. Yes I know. Have Roman reigns take over. He’s up and coming. Yes. THANK YOU!”

I turn to you and smile again. “Vince granted me time off and will take care of everything. And apparently we’re trending. People think we’re two bros now. Partying it up.”

Scrolling through Reddit, TikTok, Twitter, IG…I see posts of us hanging out. At the event. Laughing. At the diner. The comments were even better.

“So wholesome”
“Bet they’re neck deep in pussy”
“Bruh boys are slaying girls”
“Most eligible bros”
“A blossoming bromance”

I lean in and kiss you. Happy at this news.

10:01 Vince_McMahon: I get a call from John.

“Yeah. What?! You what?! Listen boy…have you looked at the media buzz? You and cap are a hit! If you’re both going around chasing tail…keep it up. Proud of you both. You need a bit of spice for your image. I’ll grant you your time off to recover.

We’ll build…this guy up.”

I hang up and chuckle.

“Looks like your time has come, boy…”

Despite me being almost 70, I have the strength of a 25 year old. A naked Roman reigns is on his knees taking my huge 8” cock down his throat. My muscular body as big as his, and I sneer down at him. “Get the other bitch ready. You’re both going to get your holes stretched”

Him and the stud next to him, Austin Theory, have a worried look on their faces. They know what’s in store. Poppers, toys, anal beads, plugs…
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10:01 Captain_America: My eyes are soft, with a huge grin plastered across my face as I lean back, feeling how right it felt to be with you. I didn't even care that Thor was sitting there watching me tell you how much I loved you. I sat bemused as you called Vince, and just like that, it was all arranged.

I never really did catch on to social media, and I shook my head, as you showed me all the comments people had left. We'd only spent one evening together, and yet there were tons of pictures of us "hanging out" and "being bros" together. What a strange world this was. But one thing was certain. There weren't going to be any pictures of what I planned to do to you once I had you alone.

As you lean in to kiss me, I turn my head to Thor, "Hey, why don't you make yourself useful and get the on-call doctor over here rather than sit there staring at us? Haven't you ever heard Thor, two's company, but three's a crowd?" Then, I leaned in for a very serious kiss, my hands roaming over your body, marveling at the incredible size and definition of your championship muscle. It felt good. You felt good. I was happier than I'd ever been. Might take some getting used to.

10:01 Brock_Rumlow: One moment, I'm enjoying one of the best moments of my life, breaking that fucking faggot's over-muscled arm like a twig, and the next I'm waking up, being carried by Thor, kicking and screaming, my head pounding like hammer. I shout curses and fight, but he's a goddamn Asgardian. A god. I'm just a fly to him. He tosses me out to the street, where I barely manage to control my fall.

I march up to the door, and stare into the retinal scanner. A computerized voice announces, "UNAUTHORIZED ENTRY ATTEMPT." I sat back on my heels, stunned. They had .. revoked my access? That meant Steve Rogers must have interrupted us. STUPID. STUPID. I should have known better. But Cena was there... and I hated that bastard so much. I hadn't stopped to think. Rage boiled inside me.

I'd fucking kill Cena. He'd ruined everything. HYDRA had spent years getting me embedded deep inside the Avengers, and now John Cena had ruined it all. I noticed that my crotch was sticky, then remembered that I'd shot my load just as I'd broken Cena's arm. I smiled then. It was almost worth it, just for that. He must have dropped me on my head after I broke his arm and shot my wad. Fucking stupid and careless of me. I let that fake faggot ruin my moment of triumph. It had cost me my job.

Well... I'd been head of security for the Avengers for a few years now, and I'd had time to leave a few ... backdoors ... in the security systems. Maybe this wasn't as bad as I'd thought. There were all kinds of possibilities now that I was in a new situation, and the backdoor I'd left in the Avengers security systems meant I could get in anytime I wanted. Me and a few buddies from HYDRA.

Plus... this meant I could join in on that upcoming raid. Apparently, HYDRA snoops had discovered a hidden vault. A vault they believed that Dr. Erskine had used to hide a "backup" batch of his super soldier serum. The Avengers maybe had Captain America, but after that raid, HYDRA would have an answer for that faggot. Fight fire with stronger fire. Steve Rogers was a skinny twink before he got dosed with the serum. But what happened if you dosed a man who was already near the peak of physical perfection? And now, I get to be a part of it. A part of history... HELL, maybe I'll even get the serum myself. Makes sense. I'm the logical choice.

Enjoy your little romance, you mother fucking faggots. When it's all over, Captain America and John Cena are gonna find out why you don't fuck with Rumlow and HYDRA. I'll have them both. I'll fucking HAVE THEM BOTH. I walked around the corner, my mind starting to make plans. First, I need to call my HYDRA commander. I take my phone out of my pocket, and ring him up. "Hey Vince... yeah, it's Rumlow here, hey, we have a situation... and an opportunity..."

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