Ginger Snapps vs. Cake Boy Mary

[Councilman #2]

RP Limit: 2

RP DEADLINE is December 1, 2008
9:00 PM Eastern Standard Time
7:00 PM Central
6:00 PM Pacific
December 2 - 2:00 AM UK

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[Cake Boy Mary]

WARNING: This roleplay will offend most who dare to read it. It contains simulated acts of sex and discussion of homosexuality between imaginary figures. You have been warned, parental discretion is advised.
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KEY:
Cake Boy Mary
A-Rod
Wilcox
Messenger
Random
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Cake Boy Mary is shown getting a rub down at the hands of A-Rod or Wilcox. His body is glistening from the oils rubbed on his back and he’s not wearing a towel. The hands of his massager cuff his ass cheeks and sneaks between his legs. Cake Boy Mary’s toes stiffen and crack as the hands work the inner-thigh and up towards the groin.

Oooo, don’t do that A-Rod, you know what that does to me.

I know what it does to you and that’s why it’s getting moist down there. I know it’s not the oil because it’s getting sticky.

Oooo, A-Rod, I think you made me mess myself.

If that’s the case, then I think you need to be cleaned up.

Now how are you going to go about doing that, big man?

You know how I do it. And I do it better than Wilcox, not to blow my own horn, even though I have the length to do it.

Cake Boy reaches down and starts stroking the member of A-Rod through his pants. A-Rod is in ecstasy, as his eyes roll up into his head and he lets out a moan.

I can’t vouch for you being better than Wilcox, because the two of you are equal in my book. You two bring me to a peak that I’ve never been with any other and that’s why I chose the two of you to be my partners. And as for blowing your own horn, you should let someone do that for you.

Oh Mary, you know what to say and when to say it.

I know when to do other things as well.

Cake Boy sits up on the table and starts to unzip the trousers of A-Rod. He starts to dig into his trousers to reveal what brings him pleasure but there’s a knock at the door. A dejected Cake Boy stuffs A-Rod’s appendage back into his pants and hops off the table. A-Rod hands him a towel, walks over to a horizontal bar bolted into the wall and starts doing pull-ups. Cake Boy walks over to the door…….

Who is it?

The voice on the other side of the door speaks out in a nerdy and jittery voice; something that of a college intern or a college drop out with low self-esteem and quite possibly a virgin.

I have a message for Cake Boy Mary.

A message for me? Ummm, I’m not dressed right now, who is it from?

The unsteady voice of the messenger cracks as he tells who sent the message.

Umm, I have to deliver this message face to face.

Honey, you don’t want to see me in my state. I’m broke down like Kim Kardashian without make-up.

Ma’am, you look like Kim Kardashian?

A bewildered look comes across Cake Boy’s face.

Now why would you ask me if I looked like Kardashian? I may have a big, voluptuous booty like Kardashian, hell, even Beyonce, but I’m no woman.

You’re a guy? Your voice is so high pitched-----

And you’re talking about my voice, honey? Who is the message from, please? I don’t have all day.

The message is from The Council. I’ve delivered plenty of these all day; it’s the card for Warzone XI.

What are you doing reading our message? I should report you to the PSA and have them deal with you.

Or send him my way, I’ll put some bass in his voice.

Child please, with that thing in your pants, you’ll have him peeing like a rabbit and talking like Tinker Bell.

The two giggle.

What should I do with this message sir?

Honey, slide it under the door. I’ll take it from there.

The message is slid under the door and Cake Boy bends over to pick it up. A-Rod hops down from the horizontal bar and stands behind him, looking him up and down as Cake Boy stands back up. A-Rod cuffs his ass and then smacks it. Cake Boy yelps out in pleasure and pain.

YYYYOOOOOWWWWW!!!!!

Are you OK in there………..sir?

I’m fine suga. Thank you for your services. I’d open the door for you to enter, but I don’t think you’re ready for what’s going on in here.

You may be right about that…….sir. And I don’t think the rest of the world is ready either. Are you going to tip me?

Oh baby, my tip is much too big to slide under the door. I’ll swing by and catch you on the fly next time.

In a low voice, the messenger says…..

Freakin’ queer

I heard that. You better go because Wilcox or A-Rod hunt you down and makes a man out of you.

Yeah, before I have you cooking for me, butt naked, with nothing but pink slippers on your feet and a pair of Scooby-Doo boxers on your head.

I’m leaving. You two have fun making chocolate.

A-Rod opens the door quickly to see nothing but the dust of the running messenger behind him. He looks around and doesn’t see the guy and then he closes the door. As he closes the door, someone in the hall can be heard saying……..

It smells like ass in there.

That’s because your mother’s in here with no panties on.

A-Rod closes the door and waits for Cake Boy to read the message.

That’s so interesting. It says here that I’m wrestling some girl named Ginger Snapps.

You mean, like Ginger Snapps, the porn star or the movie?

No silly, I’m talking about a girl that just signed with UWA. I have to wrestle her in her debut match. GROSS!!!!

That is creepy. You’ll have a sweaty bitch rubbing all over your body and trying to pin you. I think my stomach is going to turn upside down and I’m going to throw up.

Cake Boy snaps his fingers in a circular motion and wiggles his neck with an attitude.

How dare The Council book my return match against a woman. I’m appalled by this turn of events. I wanted to come back and get down and dirty with someone like The Grand Mystique, so I can try to unlace his mask so I can look into his eyes; or that naughty boy Leon “The Virus” Roberts. I don’t want the virus, but his grunge lifestyle has got my nipples stiff. Or how about that piece of meat, Tommy Polo? Yummy, I’ll lick his chest and other places that only his girlfriend gets to see. I’ll make sure he wishes I was his girlfriend when I’m done with him.

I’d like to get my hands on him to. Those scars he has all over his body need to be tended to. I have plenty of aloe vera and willing hands to rub that muscular body of his until he screams.

God, he’s such a dream.

The towel that Cake Boy is starting to rise in the front. The eyes of A-Rod widen as drool starts to form around the corner of his mouth and it falls to the ground.

Now, now. We can do that later, but first, I must concentrate on how I’m not going to touch that nasty female. I don’t know anything about her and she’s going to come on my territory and think she’s going to get a win over me? I’ll smack that bitch back to the runway, where she came from. I’m the one and only queen of UWA and I won’t have no lousy bitch coming her and taking away my shine. Uh, uh, honey. I won’t allow it. I let Sayomi Oshiro get a little play with the boys, but I know she’s not a threat. That’s why she’s laid up in traction right now, thanks to those two losers Nick Travis and Grant White. I wonder what happened to those two love birds?

Jason Verve bled them out and I don’t think we’ll be seeing those two ever again in UWA.

That’s too bad. Well, I guess a bitch is a bitch. He bled them out you say? Hmmm, how did he do that? Did he give them Forced Entry?

No, he tried to kill them. Slit their throat and beat them with a pipe.

Oooo, that sounds fun. As large as Jason Verve is, and those black fingernails…….oooo, they’re to die for. But getting beat with a pipe, oh God, that makes me wet just thinking about it. Let me calm down, oooo, I need to think about this strategy.

You want me to take care of Ginger Snapps before the match? I don’t mind touching a female and putting her in her place.

Oh God no. I don’t want you tainting yourself by touching her. I mean, she bleeds once a month. Isn’t that disgusting? How can she expect anyone to enter her pleasure box if it bleeds. That’s just absolutely nasty and I don’t want to touch her.

So how are you going to win the match if you don’t touch her?

How about your suit?

My suit? What about my suit?

I can try on your suit so my skin won’t touch her skin and I won’t get infected with whatever disease that whore has. I will be clad in rubber and lace and beat that silly bitch into oblivion.

That sounds like a great idea. I have a spare suit in the gym bag.

That’s wonderful. Do you want to put it on me?

How do you mean, put it on you? The suit or with my penis?

I don’t mind both.

Cake Boy drops the towel and bends over with is hands on the lockers. A-Rod unzips his trousers and slaps his stuff a couple times to make it stand attention. He then asks…….

Have you ever been bull rushed?

Cake Boy turns around with a smirk on his face.

I’ve been like this my entire life, and I’ve been around the block meeting so many talented menz from all around the globe. Getting bull rushed isn’t a new thing with me. I’m ready big boy, I hope you’re seeing red right now.

I see pink right now and I’m going to turn it red. Here I come…….

Just as A-Rod is about to bull rush Cake Boy Mary, the door opens and Wilcox enters.

Oh, so you two want to start the fun without me? I knew something was going on when I smelled it outside the door. Scoot over Rod, I’m getting in on this one.

Oh my God. Two massive men in rubber suits, what more can a queen ask for?

Whatever it is, it won’t be more than what I have to offer. Now turn your ass back around and prepare to be punished.

The legs of Cake Boy start quivering and then Wilcox runs full speed ahead and plugs Cake Boy right in the rear.

OH YES!!!! YES!!!!! GINGER SNAPPS DOESN’T HAVE IT LIKE THIS!!!! THAT’S IT, TEAR IT UP DADDY!!!!

Don’t hurt him Wilcox, he needs some energy for his match.

This is his training for the match. I’m going to work him out.

That’s cool, but he needs to walk first. Don’t go too deep.

Deep is all I know.

Ooooo, and all I know is-------YES!!! that Ginger Snapps is going down at Warzone XI and when you’re done back there, I’m going down on you. -------YES!!!

Sounds like a plan.
Sounds like a plan.


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