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"So then is this a private party or can anyone join in?" The two men froze as the voice they both recognised echoed slightly in the room. Neither Masters or Benoit moved or made a sound as the former World Champion moved from the doorframe and into the locker room with a cocky grin on his face. "So is anyone going answer me?"
"Randy we just..."
Orton held up his hand to cut Masters off and as Masters fell silent out of shock more then anything else the grin on Randy's just grew.
"I know what you were doing, that's not what I asked." Orton turned his attention to the naked figure of Benoit. His eyes moved over the rabid wolverines muscled body, taking in the pecs and the washboard abs. "Can you answer my question Chris?"
Benoit launched himself at Orton in the blink of an eye and before Masters could take in what was happening the two men were engaged in a rough passion filled kiss. Their tongues deep in each others mouths and their hands running over one another's bodies. As they kissed Orton's hands quickly found Benoit's firm ass and began to squeeze at them, whilst Masters continued to watch the scene unfold.
"You know what I want you Chris..."
As Orton spoke Benoit began to rip open the dark silk shirt that had been covering the tightly muscled body or the Legend Killer. With each inch of the tanned and toned body that was exposed Benoit's eagerness to strip Orton of his clothes grew. Soon Orton's shirt was thrown to the floor and Benoit's mouth and tongue began to explore the impressive body of Orton.
Benoit's tongue gently flicked at the hard left nipple of Orton before taking it into his mouth and lightly sucking on it, every movement causing the grin on Orton's face to grow. But Orton did not want Benoit to concentrate on his upper body; he was pushing Benoit down to his knees...
"Get to work Chris..."
Benoit pulled at Orton's leather belt and soon had it thrown to the floor with the dark silk shirt. The trousers soon followed suit and Orton was left in a pair of tight boxer briefs. The briefs did very little to stop Benoit who's tongue was quick to trace the outline of the semi-erect dick within before finding the head of the cock and sucking on it through the tight briefs.
"Get over here Masters..." The mention of his name forced Masters out of the trance he had entered watching Benoit and Orton going at it. "I want to see why they call you the Masterpiece, come and show me..."
Masters got to his feet and stood in front of Orton and began to pose. If there was one thing Masters loved doing more then anything else it was showing off his large sculpted body. It took just a few poses for Orton to lose control and begin to run his hands over the rock solid muscles. Pushing down on the flex biceps and squeezing the large solid pecs before pressing against Master's amazing abs.
And as Orton enjoyed the show Masters was putting on Benoit continued to work on the legend killers dick. The briefs had been pulled down and off and Benoit's tongue was now moving up the 9-inch shaft toward the cut purple head. As soon as he reached the head of the dick he allowed his tongue to circle it before flicking at Orton's piss slit. Each movement of Benoit's tongue was enough to force a moan to escape from Orton.
"Stop teasing and start sucking..." Benoit obeyed the commands of Orton and closed his mouth around the cut head before moving down the shaft slowly, inch-by-inch! And as Benoit swallowed his dick down Orton pulled Masters into him and the two men kissed. Their tongues instantly began to wrestle for dominance of the kiss, sliding over one and another in an attempt to control the kiss.
As they kissed their hands were sliding over each others muscled bodies, each man quickly found the others ass and began to squeeze and rub at the tight pert checks. And as Orton and Masters continued to kiss Benoit continued to work on Orton's dick. Moving up and down the shaft with growing pace and skill. His tongue occasionally snaking around the large dick and his teeth gently scrapping along the underside of the shaft.
Orton and Masters eventually pulled away from their kiss and as they did so Masters pulled Benoit from Orton's cock and pushed the wolverine onto his own large and once again rock solid cock. Benoit took the larger dick without complaint and again began to move up and down the shaft with practised ease.
And as Benoit worked on his cock Masters pulled Orton in toward him and forced the legend killer's mouth onto his body, making Orton's tongue and mouth play with the solid nipples and muscles of his body. After a moment of hesitation Orton hit his stride and the pleasure began to run through Masters. The pleasure of Benoit sucking on his large solid cock and the pleasure of Orton licking and sucking on his hard nipples.
As Orton sucked on Masters nipples his hands slid down the larger mans back and once again found the tight pert ass of the Masterpiece. Without warning Orton slipped a finger into Masters hole and heard the larger man cry out in shock and felt him trying to pull away from the finger but Orton wouldn't let him. A second finger soon slipped into the hole and Orton began to work on Master's incredibly tight hole, at least he tried. The fingers stayed in Masters for just a few seconds before he was able to squirm free from both Orton and Benoit and look the two men up and down. Without warning he grabbed Orton and had him pressed face first up against the wall of the locker room.
"Naughty boy Orton, now I'm going to have to teach you some respect..."
Masters moved Orton from the wall to the bench of the locker room and bent the young legend killer over it so that his ass was raised slightly in the air. He could feel Orton squirm beneath his grip and trying to twist free of his hold but Masters wasn't going to let him go instead he manoeuvred Orton so that his ass was directly in front of the Masterpieces erect cock.
Quickly and in one single thrust Masters pushed the entire length of his hard thick shaft into Orton's hole causing Orton to scream out in pain. Masters now relaxed his grip slightly on Orton's back and head and instead moved his hands to Randy's lightly muscled waist and thighs. With this new handhold Masters was able to increase the power and speed of his thrusts into Orton and send more of the pain/pleasure mixture shooting through Orton's body causing even louder cries.
"Don't worry Randy, you'll get used to it all my little bitches do!" Masters continued to thrust in and out of Orton's tight hole and felt the pleasure of the experience taking over but still he could not block out the cries from Orton. "Why don't you give my little bitch something to suck on..."
Benoit hesitated for a moment before moving around to Orton's gaping mouth and forcing his dick into it. Orton's mixed cries of pain and pleasure became muffled as Benoit began to fuck his face, thrusting his cock in and out of Orton's mouth with surprising ferocity.
"You like this bitch boy?" Masters slapped his hand down on Orton's ass as he asked the question and continued to fuck his hole. He knew the answer to the question he knew that the pain Orton had been feeling had now given way to pleasure. He could feel Orton relaxing and he knew that Orton was now starting to enjoy every second of this fuck. The muffled groans and sighs that escaped his cock gagged mouth only furthered this belief.
And as Masters fucked Orton's ass Benoit continued to fuck his mouth. Continued to slide his dick in and out of Orton's mouth, only Orton had become much more willing to take the cock now. His tongue was beginning to work at the dick and his mouth closed tightly around it.
"Yeah you're becoming a good little bitch boy..."
Masters grabbed the back of Benoit's head as he spoke and then pulled the rabid wolverine toward him. The two men shared a rough kiss as they continued to fuck both of Orton's holes harder and faster. Their tongues slid over one another as they explored deep into the other one mouth.
As they broke the kiss Masters could tell that Benoit was close to shooting his load. The expression of pure pleasure that filled his face and the deep grunts and groans that escaped his mouth were a dead give away!
"Cover his face..."
Benoit obeyed the order just a few seconds after Masters had spoken it, pulling his thick dick from Orton's mouth and allowing his thick white load to shoot from it and onto Orton's face. After the hot thick load covered his face Orton's tongue began to lick at Benoit's cock head licking up the small amounts of cum that remained on the cock head.
"Ah fuck yeah...fuck yeah..." Masters was close and he could feel it as he continued to grunt as he pounded Orton's ass.
"My face...cum on my face...I want to taste your cum..."
Masters pulled from Orton's ass and the legend killer was quick to spin round to face Masters cock. His tongue licked at the head of the cock as Masters second load of the day exploded from it. Several shots landed in Orton's mouth but more landed on his face and in his hair.
"That's my pretty bitch covered in cum..." Smiled Masters as Orton's tongue and mouth continued to work on Masters cock, running up and down the still erect shaft and swallowing it down. As Orton started to swallow down Masters cock Benoit's tongue darted into Orton's ass. "Oh we're gonna use you real good bitch..."
Masters shot a look in the direction of the locker that held the camera and saw the red light still blinking and smiled, today had been another good day and there was no way Cena was catching up now...
The Standings
Masters - 6
Cena - 4
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