CENA TAKEDOWN John Cena stepped out of the shower in his Ho..

CENA TAKEDOWN John Cena stepped out of the shower in his Hollywood mansion. He didn’t bother covering his beefy body as he walked into the bedroom while drying himself off. Cena then stopped and stared at his smooth, muscle packed body in the mirror. Despite his retirement from the WWE and his new focus on acting, he still was in prime shape. His muscles were still huge and solid with very little visible fat. Cena had the television on the latest show of the WWE when he heard his name mentioned. Although he was still retired from wrestling he was still an abbot follower. The voice was unmistakably that of Randy Orton. John stopped what he was doing, dropping the towel on the floor while watching the interview. “Randy you are in phenomenal shape, what is your secret,” the short, balding interviewer asked as his eyes openly scanned down Randy’s now chisel 8 pack. The reporter was a notorious fag around the locker room, always lurking to catch glimpses of the pro-wrestlers naked. However, John had to admit he agreed, his old rival Randy never looked better. He looked stronger, more shredded, and rested then John ever saw him. “Thank you, I feel awesome,” Randy answered as he stood close to the reporter. John Cena didn’t believe his eyes at first when he noticed the subtle brushing of the interviewer’s hand against Randy’s packed large crotch. Randy didn’t make any protest and in fact looked like he made a little moan of pleasure. The television camera panned up, cutting off what was going on below the Viper's sculpted abs. The screen didn’t show the interviewer’s left hand as it appeared to be reaching out. Was the gay interviewer continuing to fondle the tall pro-wrestler, John thought to himself. Randy took the microphone from the smaller man, this obviously gave the gay man’s hand more access to Randy’s impressive crotch. “I never felt better and I am 100% back. In fact I am challenging John Cena to join me out of retirement and fight me on the 20th in a special smackdown. Just him and me, no hold bar and the winner takes all match. Don’t be afraid old man,” Randy looked at the camera as if he was addressing Cena personally. John had heard a lot of smash talk over the years, and Randy was one of the worst, but what Orton went on to say irritated the former champion. Cena was retired and had no desire to come back, however, the challenge was harsh and to save face John could not let it go without an answer. John Cena didn’t bother getting dressed as he made his way over to his phone to call his agent to see if the WWE or Randy’s camp had received out to his people. “Cut, great job Randy,” Javier shouted as the staged interview had stopped filming. Randy grunted in response and finally let out the long, low groan he was desperately trying to hold back during the interview. The reporter pulled Randy fat, hard cock out from the tiny wrestling briefs and stroked it. Orton’s cock swollen and throbbed in the smaller man’s hand. Randy’s huge muscles tensed up and he exploded like a glazer. Cum spilled out of his cock hole and ran down his fat, veiny cock on to the reporter’s hand. The reporter laughed and when the huge pro-wrestler finally stopped cumming, he let go of the slowly deflating cock and placed his hand up toward Randy’s mouth. Without any hesitation Randy then obediently ate his own cum, licking the smaller man’s hand clean. While Javier, who had taken over Randy’s management from the wrestler’s former agents, Dr. Stone was working on expanding his take over of the pro-wrestling empire. “Please, daddy, I’m a bad boy,” Brian Cage, the bodybuilder turned up and coming pro wrestler cried out. The doctor smirked. He raised his hand and bought it down hard on the large muscular bubble ass. The impact echoed through the training room as the powerful ass cheeks jiggled at each spank. The bodybuilder wore only a size too small wrestling briefs that left the lower selection of his smooth ass cheeks hanging out. “Thank you, daddy,” Brian cried out as Stone delivered another hard slap on the opposite cheek then before. Brian’s now insufficient cock was painfully straining against the steel confines of his cock cage in the tiny wrestling briefs. Stone had locked up the once arrogant pro wrestler the first day he injected his serum into the rising wrestling star. The beast that had suffered from roid rage in the past had become a docile cow, that the doctor was planning on milking. “Please fuck me daddy,” the 6’, 275lb wrestler pleaded while flexing his shredded, sculpted body. Brian never was that ripped, even during his younger bodybuilding days. The doctor had programmed him into believing that he needed other men cum to get bigger, stronger, and shredder. The doctor smirked and slapped the powerful ass one more time causing the muscle behemoth to moan and buck backwards. Stone gripped the over stretched spandex wrestling briefs and pulled as hard as he could. It didn’t take much as the thin stretched material ripped and the giant muscle ass cheeks were exposed. The completely hairless ass was a work of art. Brian groaned as he reached his huge arms around him and spread his golden tan cheeks, to reveal his smooth rosebud entrance. The doctor then gripped the wrestler’s powerful hips and pressed his fat cock head at the hole. Then with a hard push he thrusted into the tight wrestler’s manpussy. Brian let out a loud growl as the cock pushed into him. His eyes rolled back into his head as he grunted and pushed his ass back for more of the thickness inside his tight manpussy. Pro-wrestlers like him was built to take hard fucking, and he was loving it. Brian Cage wasn’t the only newly acquired pro-wrestling athlete. In the training room was Austin Theory. The handsome, model-like wrestler was hanging by his wrists, from the top of a cable pulley station. His hard sculpted muscles were straining against his bounds as sweat poured from him. He rested his head against his outstretched triceps, exposing his smooth, hairless underarms. His arms were almost the size of his head. However, instead of being in discomfort, his handsome boyish face had a look of pure blissfulness on it. His cock was rock hard as it stood straight from his bare chisel crotch. Stone’s nerdy son, Wilbur, was a huge fan of Theory and the doctor gave the 6’1, 220 athlete to Wilbur to get the skinny nerd in better shape. In fact Theory was training Wilbur to box by letting himself be used as a punching bag. Theory’s rock hard 8- pack were tensed as Wilbur punched him in the stomach. The boy couldn’t do much damage to the rugged built wrestler. In fact the nerd worked up more sweat than the “money in the game” wrestler. All along Theory remained rock hard. Even though the workout was exhausting for Wilbur, he was so horny. He stopped pounding the abs and walked behind Austin’s chisel back to the perfectly sculpted ass. Wilbur wrapped his skinny arms around Theory’s narrow waist and pressed his cock between the heavenly smooth ass cheeks. Austin Theory threw his head back and let out a deep moan as he felt the thick cock pushed into him. He offered no resistance and just moaned in pleasure as Wilbur began to thrust in and out of Theory’s beautiful, perfect shape ass. To be continued