The Next Big Bitch By Amanda
	Title:The Next Big Bitch Author: Amanda a.k.a. FrEaK Distribution: My site (http://www.oocities.org/xxxtwist_of_fatexxx) Disclaimer: Okay don’t own… wish I did. Rating: NC-17 Content: slash, sex, little dominance but nothing heavy, angst, prolly some humor Characters: Brock Lesnar and Paul Heyman Spoilers/Summary: Okay this one is set the night of SummerSlam when Brock wins the title. Also this was a challenge bestowed upon me by Jade. My first Brock and Heyman fic. I’m not a big fan of the pairing… but ya know me! I’ll never turn down a challenge and I’m always up for trying something new! “That was an amazing match Brock! Today the title, tomorrow the entire business!” Exclaimed the rather loud mouthed Paul Heyman as he followed his client into his hotel room. “I mean Brock you were absolutely amazing out there. It’s just like Jim Ross said, there’s never been anyone destroy The Rock like you did.” Paul continued to rant. Brock had been quiet most of the night as usual. Paul does the talking, Brock does the work. He was exhausted. Dwayne Johnson was the toughest opponant he’d had in quite a while. He wasn’t ready for tonight in his view but as always Paul had pushed him. Brock was getting tired of doing all the work, for once he wanted to just sit back and relax. His body was aching and his mind was aching even more. The 25 year old walked over and sat down on his hotel bed dropping his bag on the floor. Paul saw this and immediately gave his input. “Brock, is there something wrong?” There was no answer. “Brock, maybe you should go downstairs to the hotel gym and lift weight a while. You don’t look so well.” Paul continued earning a hateful look from his client. “Brock, whats wrong?” Paul sat down on the bed beside the younger man. Brock looked over at his manager with a thousand things on his mind. “Talk to me Brock.” Paul said gently. Brock dropped his gaze to the floor then back to Paul. “Are you sure I can talk now Paul? I mean usually you’re the one doing all the talking and I am working my ass off to please you! Are you sure Brock has a voice of his own?” Brock replied bitterly, finally letting most of his emotions come out. Paul sat there in shock. He had no clue Brock felt this way. “Brock I… I didn’t--.” Paul began but was stopped abruptly by his young client. “Its almost as if I’m not human. I do have feelings, and emotions. I do get tired sometime. There are days I’m not going to feel like working out or running 5 miles. Paul you just don’t understand me and I don’t know if I want a manager that’s so damn selfish he’d rather see his clients suffer than help them!” Brock continued. Paul was embarassed. He looked back on the partnership between them and realized just how selfish he’d been. He felt so sorry for doing all that he’d done. How could he express that to Brock in a way that he could understand. Paul needed to show him that he was willing to let Brock sit back and relax from time to time while he did all the work. “Brock, I am so sorry. You’ve made me see just how terrible I’ve been to you. Please Brock, please don’t hate me.” Begged Paul placing a gentle hand on the shoulder of his stressed client. Brock turned and looked at Paul with a blank yet hurt look. “Please Brock, just name it and I promise you, I’ll do it for you.” Paul again begged. Brock smiled faintly and lay back on the bed. “Anything?” Asked Brock. “Anything! I promise! I want you to see that I’m willing to work for you. You deserve a break. I want to give you one.” Paul replied. Brock chuckled and raised an eyebrow. “Then show me.” Brock simply said with a wicked grin. Paul thought about this statement for a moment. Suddenly Brock’s idea’s hit him. “You mean you want me to--.” Paul trailed off as Brock nodded slowly. “Oh Brock, I love the way you think. Hell I’d been wanting to do that anyway.” Paul said with a smile. “Good, and seeing as I’m now in charge and you work for me… my first order is for you to kiss me.” Brock said suddenly feeling an overwhelming lusty burning in the pit of his soul. Paul smiled and snaked up Brock’s body to enclose his lips in a kiss. Their lips glided over the others and tongue’s battled. The lack of air forced them to part finally. “Now Paul, my next order is for you to take off your clothes and since I’m relaxing… take mine off.” Brock ordered. Paul smiled and nodded. He stood up from the bed quickly removed his own clothing revealing his now erect member to Brock who looked on hungrily. Paul returned to the bed and pulled Brock’s sneakers off before pulling the track pants down and tossing them on the floor. He could see Brock’s immense erection showing through the little black thong that was left. Just from that view he could tell that Brock was very well endowed. Paul hooked his thumbs in the waistband and slowly pulled the piece of material away. He was amazed at exactly how well endowed Brock was. “Mmmm…. Good Paul. Now… make me your little bitch.” Brock called down at Paul. Paul smiled before running his tongue down up the entire length of his clients cock. Brock gasped upon contact but kept a smile on his face. Paul teased the head with his tongue knowing very well that it was driving the younger man completely insane. Paul wanted more than just to tease his little bitch, he wanted to taste his little bitch. He suddenly took the entire length into his mouth, giving new meaning to the term deep-throating. “Mmm Paul.” Moaned Brock who closed his eyes tightly. Paul chuckled sending a vibration through Brock that almost made him climax immediately. “No no Brock, don’t forget that you’re my bitch, you come when I say so.” Instructed Paul. “I guess things are just best when you’re in charge huh Paul.” Brock replied breathing more rapidly. “You know it.” Paul replied going back to the hard cock in front of him. He took it back into his mouth and sucked hard causing Brock to whimper and squirm around. “Paul… oh God!” Brock moaned trying to keep his voice low and calm. “Does that feel good Brock? Does it bitch?” Paul taunted tasting the salty precum which was now being given off by Brock. “Please don’t tease me! Just fuck me!” Brock exclaimed. Paul loved Brock’s demanding demeanor. With a smile Paul moved away from the writing sweaty body begging for release and went into the bathroom coming back with a bottle of lotion. They didn’t have lube seeing as how neither of them had planned this. “Okay bitch, on your stomach.” Paul announced climbing back on the bed. Brock moaned and rolled over onto his stomach, his erection pressed hard into the bed now aching terribly. “I’m going to fuck your sexy ass off.” Paul whispered into Brock’s ear sucking on the lobe and planting kisses down his neck. “Your body is so sexy.” Paul drawled allowing his hands to caress the shoulders and back of his client. “This may hurt Brock, but it’s worth it.” Whispered the older man. Brock nodded begging for release. Paul smiled and poured a liberal amount of lotion onto his fingers. He slowly pressed one finger against Brock’s tight entrance. Brock gasped at the contact but wanted more desperately. Paul moved his finger around trying to get Brock adjusted to the feeling, and he was looking for that one special spot. “Oh Jesus Christ! Paul!” Exclaimed Brock clutching the sheets on the bed and grinding his hips into the bed. “Found it.” Paul smiled as he added another finger. Brock gasped feeling as if he couldn’t last much longer. When paul felt as though Brock was well adjusted he added a third finger eliciting a yelp from the man beneath him. “You like that baby?” Paul asked kissing Brock’s back. Brock nodded breathing heavily. “Goddamnit just fuck me!” Exclaimed the younger man. Paul removed his fingers and poured another generous amount of lotion into the palm of his hand. He coated his own hard-on with the cold substance almost jerking himself off at the pleasure he felt. When he felt as though he were ‘lubed up’ well enough he brought himself down and pressed himself against Brock’s hot entrance. He added pressure and eased the head inside Brock who lay beneath him writhing. “Ohh Brock you’re so tight.” Paul whispered as he continued to push himself inside. Brock moaned louder than before and gripped the sheets even tighter almost tearing them. Finally Paul had his entire length inside of Brock. He allowed Brock time to adjust to his size before starting to fuck him. “Ohh Paul!” Shouted Brock as Paul began to thrust in and out of his tightness. Paul continued slamming into him hitting that one spot each time. Brock screamed and cried out each time he was thrust into. He was close, he couldn’t hold it in any longer. “Paul!!! Oh jesus!” Screamed Brock as he was pushed over the edge and climaxed, shooting his seed onto the bed. Brock’s trembling body and screams finally pushed Paul over the edge. He began to spurt inside Brock releasing the pressure in his now limp cock. They stayed that way for what seemed like hours before Paul finally pulled out and collapsed next to Brock. Brock rolled over and hugged Paul to him. “Thank you Paul.” He whispered kissing the top of his head lovingly. “You’re welcome Brock.” Paul replied feeling sleepiness taking over his ability to think strait. “Good night Paul.” Brock whispered upon hearing the steady breathing against his body. Brock smiled down at the man in his arms. He wasn’t sure if he had feelings for Paul, but there was one thing Brock was sure about… he wanted to be the next big bitch again… soon. Okay done. Again prolly not my best but still I never say no to a challenge and I did enjoy writing it. Like I said I love trying new things and this was my first Brock/Heyman slash so… yeah thanks.