#mitb 2024

damian priest - money in the bank 2024.

and still still still el campión!!!! 💜💜💜

MILLION DOLLAR BODY TEN CENT BRAIN

Drew McIntyre x CM Punk

WORD COUNT: 1.8k

DESC: After 2024's Money In The Bank, Phil needs reminding exactly who he belongs to [based on a clip of Drew speaking to Punk; 'don't lower those eyes, look me in the eyes when you speak to me please']

WARNINGS: SMUT 18+ MDNI//Not Proof Read//Characters Acting Out Of Character//A Bit Of Canon Type Asshole Punk//Swearing//Implied Ownership//Generic Pet Names//Choking With A Belt//Collaring With A Belt//Spitting//Masturbation//Dirty Talk//Degrading//Praise//Basically Mutual Masturbation//Punishment//Leg Humping//Brief Descriptions Of Aftercare//Reassurance

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Enjoy!

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Drew knew that Phil was cocky by nature, he always has been and most likely always will be and Drew couldn't help but find it embarrassingly attractive; however, since their on screen feud began Phil's ego, his cockiness, had been getting out of hand. The two men had just arrived home after their segments in money in the bank, it had gone just as they had planned; Drew won his money in the bank briefcase and Phil turned up to ensure his partners win meant nothing by the time he was finished with him. Drew would never openly admit it but he loved their on screen dynamic, seeing Phil take charge on their on screen relationship knowing full well when the cameras stop rolling and it's just the two of them Phil was nowhere close to taking charge and Drew needed to remind him of that.

'Don't push it' Drew's voice echoed in a warning tone to which Phil chuckled; 'I'm just saying' Phil began, 'I don't think you'd be getting as much screentime if it wasn't for me.' Drew's eyebrow instinctively rose as he turned to Phil who had a smirk plastered across his face, 'it makes sense you know? Obviously you're great in the ring but no one can compete with me, they love me' Phil beamed. Drew knew Phil was just being an asshole, he was just stroking his own ego, but that didn't stop a light anger from growing in Drew's chest, he needed to remind Phil exactly who he was speaking to right now, exactly whose presence he was in.

Standing up from the chair he was sat in, Drew silently walked over to Phil, causing his eyes to widen at the sight of Drew walking over to him with an unreadable expression. As Phil fell silent as Drew grew closer Drew mockingly laughed 'no no carry on, keep telling how you are God's one and only gift to earth.' Phil stayed silent, feeling himself grow subtly aroused by Drew's presence now looming over his shrinking form. Grabbing Phil's chin and gently tilting it upwards, Drew suggested in a whisper, 'I think somebody needs to remember who he belongs to.' A light blush covered Phil's face which caused Drew to smirk, he could never grow tired of how innocent Phil's desperate eyes looked up at him.

Sitting down, Drew unbuckled his pants as he instructed Phil to sit on the floor, he needed his beautiful boyfriend at his mercy, he needed him clinging to his leg as if it was his one and only lifeline. As Phil settled on the floor, Drew's seated body towering over him making him feel ever so small, Drew slid his belt out of the hooks of his jeans before sliding the warm leather through his hands, his eyes agonisingly slowly darting between the belt and Phil's pale throat. 'So you want to use that pretty mouth to stroke your fragile little ego?' Drew mockingly questioned as he squoze the leather belt with his left hand, causing Phil to gulp in anticipation. 'No, I don't think that's the best use of that mouth darling, I think I'll be controlling what that mouth does until you learn how to use it properly' Drew muttered as he leant forward, effortlessly tightening the belt around Phil's throat. Before Drew moved any further he got his pointer and index finger and slid them between Phil's throat and the belt, ensuring that the man had enough space to breathe comfortably. Sensing Drew's subtle worry Phil ensured him that it wasn't too tight against his throat, causing Drew to hum happily, his fear leaving him.

Suddenly, Drew placed his free hand in front of Phil's face before commandingly uttering the word 'spit' to which Phil mindlessly obliged. Drew lightly chuckled at how desperate Phil was to obey him as he took his spit covered hand and slowly wrapped it around the base of his cock. Drew let out a breathy groan as he slowly slid his hand up and down the length of his cock; 'see how much good that mouth of yours can do sweetheart' Drew stuttered out as precum began to leak from his cock causing Phil to whimper, desperation rapidly taking over his senses.

Refusing to relent on his chase for his own pleasure Drew chuckled at how pathetic Phil looked at his feet; 'would you look at yourself, so desperate, I bet you don't even know what for do you? You see my cock and suddenly you can't even form a thought can you?' A deep blush covered Phil's face as Drew spoke, he couldn't argue with Drew, he knew he was right; feeling his own cock strain against his pants Phil desperately moaned out 'p-please.' 'Please what? Use your words sweetheart' Drew mocked. A wave of embarrassment washed over Phil, causing him to lower his head, feeling as if he hid his face Drew wouldn't hear the desperation in his voice

'Please Drew I nee-' Phil's plea was abruptly cut off by Drew who, with his free hand, yanked on the belt which encased Phil's neck, not letting up on his grip as he spoke, lightly choking Phil as well as forcing his eyes to meet his; 'don't lower those eyes' he commanded, 'look me in the eyes when you speak to me please' Drew 's gruff voice echoed throughout the room. Unable to look away from Drew due to Drew using his belt to force eye contact Phil swallowed his pride and choked out a string of desperate pleas; 'please Drew I need to feel you, I-I need you.' Drew gently pulled on his belt, bringing Phil's face mere centimetres from his own; 'how pathetic' Drew cooed, 'now after today I don't really think that desperate body of yours deserves this cock, seeming as though you're so much better than me you won't want it will you? You must be so great you can get yourself off all by yourself right?' Drew mocked as Phil mentally kicked himself for his earlier bragging which didn't seem worth it it now, his ego was boosted for a mere matter of minutes but for what? Just for him to end up practically groaning from the pain of his erection as his boyfriend, instead of helping him, uses it as a learning opportunity; Phil quietly cursed to himself under his breathe, he'd do anything to have his boyfriend right now in any capacity.

Seeing Phil mentally deconstruct himself was something Drew took sick pleasure in in moments like these, it was almost to have him falling apart himself. Gently pushing Phil back to the ground, momentarily releasing his hand from the belt a menacing smile grew on Drew's face before sighing; 'even now I bet you're far too focused on the blood rushing to your cock to think straight, so hungry for my cock', Drew's voice grew lower, 'but you don't deserve my cock, you can work your way up to that honour starting down there like a good, cock hungry slut.' Blushing, Phil cocked his head to the side like a curious dog, desperate to comprehend exactly what Drew was permitting him to do.

Drew meanly chuckled, 'are you so desperate to feel me you can't even understand when I'm giving your needy, sorry self a chance to prove to me you deserve to ever even see this cock you're so desperate for again.' The empty threat which fell from Drew's lips caused Phil's heart to momentarily drop before Drew finally revealed to Phil exactly what he was getting at; 'you need me so bad huh? Well you can use my leg to fuck your little brain out.' A deep blush covered Phil's face as his desperation clouded his senses, instinctively grinding his throbbing cock against Drew's leg as Drew chuckled, throwing his head back as he continued to stroke himself as Phil desperately rutted against him. As Phil let out a low string of whines, grunting, Drew mocked; 'does that feel good? Are you so needy all it takes is my leg to make you fall apart? You better get used to it pet because it's going to take you a long time to work your way back up to be allowed this cock.'

Blush deepening, Phil buried his face in Drew's lap, 'please, p-please' he desperately whined, with a light chuckle Drew responded, a brief softness washing over the man; 'you're doing so good baby, tell Drew what you want hmm?' With his senses becoming overwhelmed all Phil could do was whine as he frantically attempted to relieve himself against Drew, Drew comfortingly shushing Phil's whines were enough to send Phil over the edge; tightly gripping at Drew's leg as his orgasm finally hit, debilitating pleasure washing over the man as Drew instinctively ran his fingers through Phil's hair.

Once Phil had come down from his high he looked up at Drew, his eyes still clouded by lust, who was still gliding his hand up and down his cock in an attempt to chase his own high. Once sure Phil was ok, Drew lightly pulled on the belt around his throat, once again pleasantly choking him before speaking; 'you were that desperate to cum for me huh?' To which Phil quickly nodded, still pulling on the belt Drew continued, 'tell me how much you need me, tell me that you belong to me' Drew stuttered out. 'I'm nothing without you Drew' Phil began, 'you're the only person that can make me feel this good.' Close to his climax Drew moaned out, 'oh fuck- that's right baby you're all mine.' Phil watched as Drew's strokes grew more sporadic, watched as his eyes began to roll back into his head, he knew Drew was painfully close to his climax. Gently placing his head on Drew's lap, Phil softly whispered 'I love you'; those three words were more than enough to finally push Drew over the edge, all of a sudden his head was fully thrown back as his cock began to pulsate, coating itself in its own thick, white seed. His muscles tightening causing him to inadvertently begin pulling on the belt fashioned around Phil's throat once more, Drew stuttered out a string of curses, his breathing rapidly becoming more shallow.

Once his breathing had returned to normal Drew effortless pulled Phil from the floor onto his lap as he began undoing the belt around his throat before placing a gentle kiss to his forehead, his eyes scanning his body as he noticed the large, quickly drying stain on Phil's crotch. As Phil averted his eyes due to a subtle embarrassment Drew gently used his thumb to bring Phil's gaze back to his own; 'how about we go get you cleaned up darling?'

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I may not like the results, but all six of those women put on a damn good match.

CM Punk interfered and cost Drew the cash in.