Title: Whore for Gold

Pairing: John Morrison X CM Punk

Rating: NC-18

Summary: Punk wants a shot at the ECW Championship but he lost his LAST chance match. The Champ thinks of one way for Punk to earn a shot. But Can Punk do it?

Warnings: M/M, non con Oral sex, Lang, Attempted Rape. .

Disclaimer- I own nothing.

Cm Punk paced angrily, running his fingers through his onyx locks releasing a sigh as he watched the ECW Champion strut back to his locker room after cutting his promo about how he'd never get another shot at the title. He lost the Last chance ECW title match, Morrison had taken full advantage of a slight distraction to steal the victory, leaving Punk with nothing to show for what he had earned. Morrison smirked at him from across the room as he closed his door. Punk felt shivers shoot down his spine, clenching his fists in frustration. He hated how John got under his skin so easily and quicker then anyone else ever could.

Punk chewed on his bottom lip walking over to John's room, he raised his arm to knock on the door but stopped himself before his knuckles touched the cool steel, he grit his teeth and instead barged in, closing the door behind him. John didn't look fazed as Punk walked up to him seething in rage. "Morrison… you … screwed me last Sunday and you fucking know it… you owe me another shot… you owe me that much…" Punk hissed as John smirked.

"I don't owe you shit Punk. You lost. Regardless of HOW you lost, does not matter, all that does is you… LOST. That's right I BEAT you, Punk…" Morrison smirked as Punk's gaze shot to the floor trying to calm himself. "Listen Morrison… I want another shot! I'll do whatever it takes to get it! I don't care!" Punk hissed looking into John's eyes trying to intimidate him, but failing to do so. John smirked cockily as he pulled his sunglasses off, setting them down next to the ECW title.

"Anything?" He asked cocking an eyebrow. "Yes" Punk hissed starting to calm down. John pursed his lips, nodding his head. "Okay." He leaned in, invading Punk's personal space. "Get on your knees like a good little bitch and suck my cock" he hissed back smirking at the surprise on Punk's face, turn to utter fear and dismay as he realized John was completely serious.

"But… y-you can't be serious John…" Punk stuttered starting to retreat slowly, John followed like a predator stalking an injured prey. "As a heart attack Punk. You want the rematch… I'm gonna make you my bitch… my punk…"he broke off with a self satisfied smirk. "I can't… I won't do it.." Punk whispered as his back made contact with the door.

"Fine. Leave. BUT remember this… You're never getting a shot at that title ever again." John taunted smirk on his lips. "I can't do it…" Punk whispered again as John smirked shrugging his shirt off his shoulders. "But you will… your competitive attitude won't let you pass an opportunity to earn another shot at being the top dog on this show." John continued to taunt as Punk slowly edged back to John, coming to stand in front of him, keeping his gaze on the floor.

"How do I know… after I do this… that you'll keep your word?" Punk asked squeezing his eyes shut as John's hands pushed on his shoulders till he fell to his knees in front of him. "You don't…" John smirked. "Come on… Get to work bitch" John hissed fully enjoying the site of CM Punk on his knees before him. Punk slowly reached forward undoing John's belt and pants, pushing them down enough to free his hardening cock.

"I've… I've never done this …before… I'm not gay" Punk murmured before John rudely cut him off. "Good! Then I'm the first one in your mouth?" John smirked as Punk nodded slowly hoping John would understand what he was asking of him. Leeway. For John to be easy. Gentle. "Great! When I jizz in your mouth you better swallow it all. You better fucking take it all in too." he smirked watching the worry spread in Punk's eyes. Punk took John's cock in his hands uncertainty spread on his face as he tried to force his mouth open, but nothing happened.

John sighed dramatically, reaching down and tangling his hand in Punk's hair, taking his cock in his other hand, yanking Punk's head back; causing him to yelp in pain. The moment his mouth opened, John thrust his hard cock into his once virgin mouth. Punk gagged as John forced him to take it all down. John snapped his hips into Punk's face, making him choke.

"Breathe through your nose bitch." John groaned in pleasure. How long, he had longed for Punk to be here as he was in this very moment, on his knees in front of him, his cock down his throat as he choked on it, tears misting his eyes; it was such a gorgeous picture. "Choke on it bitch!" John hissed fucking Punk's face ruthlessly, while Punk tried desperately to pull away, but John's hands in his hair held him there. "Oh Yeah! Fucking suck it whore!" John growled as Punk squeezed his eyes shut, trying to add suction to get John off faster. John yanked his cock out of Punk's mouth, as Punk's head pressed against John's thigh, coughing and wheezing as sobs escaped his throat.

"Pl-please… John I can't take it…" He sobbed as John smirked. "You don't want the shot fine. But…" He yanked Punk's head back forcing him to meet his eyes. "You're not leaving till you get me off you fucking little tease!" John hissed shoving his cock back in Punk's mouth. "Suck it Slut!" he growled as Punk's eyes started overflowing with unshed tears, and he began to bob his head up and down in what appeared to be his idea of a blowjob.

John smirked keeping a hand on the back of Punk's head, as he felt his orgasm grow closer at seeing Punk's tears. "Fuck so close…" he panted as Punk added suction to his movements. John closed his eyes and let his orgasm take over him, thrusting himself deep in Punk's throat, holding Punk's head there as his body convulsed. He felt Punk start to panic as he thrusted multiple times, milking his orgasm. "Swallow Bitch" he hissed holding Punk's head there with every bit of strength he had, forcing his jizz down Punk's throat. "Swallow it all bitch!" John growled as Punk forced it all to go down.

John sighed pulling his now soft cock from Punk's lips and tucking it back into his black designer pants, as Punk started coughing once again. "Dammit… I thought…" Punk trailed off hands grabbing at his now sore throat. "What?" John asked pushing glorious locks from his face. "I thought I was gonna… never mind" Punk mumbled letting himself fall away from the ECW Champion, hands grabbing his throat as he tried to force the tears back.

John smirked as an idea popped into mind. "Punk… I have a deal for you. You give me something I want… and I'll give you a shot at the ECW Title. No questions asked, and nobody hears about you gurgling my jizz, got it?" he smirked pulling Punk against him, shoving him back onto his black leather sofa, getting on top of him, and pressing him back against it; grinding against the Straight Edge superstar.

"What do you want?" Punk asked fearing that John didn't care what he said, and that he'd do whatever he wanted with him regardless of his answer. "I want this" John murmured as he squeezed Punk's backside. Punk shivered as his eyes met the blue eyes of John. "I'm…a virgin… John I can't give you that part of me, I can't trust you that much. I'm…" John placed a finger over Punk's lips. "I'll go slowly, I'll be gentle, I promise" he murmured kissing Punk's cheek gently. Punk closed his eyes desperately wanting to believe John's words were true, but after what he'd just done it was impossible to believe this man had a loving bone in his body.

"I…I…. can't…" Punk whispered before John's lips covered his in a gentle kiss. "I'll be gentle… I promise… Phil." John murmured trying to put on the mushy act for Punk. "No" Punk whispered trying to push John off him, to no avail. John snapped grabbing Punk's hair and yanking his head back to sneer in his face. "Fine! I'll let you go now… Punk… but after summer slam… if … you… lose… This" John grabbed Phil's ass squeezing it hard making Punk yelp.

"-Is mine! And because you had the choice of me… being easy on you… virgin… Summer Slam night, I'm gonna wear that ECW title around my waist while I deflower you… roughly. I will not be gentle. I will not be loving… I won't care how loud you scream or cry or beg me to stop. Cause I won't. While I do that I want you to remember I was gonna be easy… but you turned it down…" John hissed his blue eyes, turned icy as Phil shivered. "Get out!" John snarled as Phil ran for the door.

After the door slammed John locked it settling back again the leather sofa, shoving his hand into his jeans, stroking his raging hard cock in rough strokes, as he filled his mind with what he'd do to Phil Summer Slam night. 'Philly… you have this coming… In time" John thought closing his eyes, with a smirk on his face. "In Time…"

~ End.