Date: Sat, 06 May 2006 13:27:16 +0000
From: Alex Roberts <roberts170@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Bet - Masters Sixth

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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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