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The Masterpiece stood admiring his body in the full-length mirror of his locker room. He looked good in his tight red trunks and he knew it. He flexed his large biceps and smiled to himself. Chris Masters truly was a Masterpiece of muscle and no one could deny. He had seen most of the guys admiring him as he walked past or as he warmed up before heading out the ring. And it was impossible not to notice their hands wildly grabbing at him when they were lucky enough to be in the ring with him.
"The Champ is here!" The voice of John Cena shook Masters from his thoughts and from his body. "You know Chris it don't matter how long you stare at that mirror you ain't never gonna be as hot as me!"
Masters turned toward Cena and produced a weak smile. John was in his trademark jean shorts and basketball shirt, his large arms on display for all to see whilst the rest of his hot little body was hidden from view. As much as Masters hated to admit it Cena was hot, real hot.
"Whatever you say John but we both know that I could get more ass then you without even trying!"
"You think so huh?"
"No. I know so, just look at me." At this point Masters began to flex and pose. Showing off his muscular body to Cena who stood transfixed by the young stud. "See. I'm just too hot."
"Ok then Chris why don't you put your money where your mouth is."
"Huh?"
"You and me have ourselves a little bet about who can get the most ass in one week!"
Masters looked Cena up and down, at first attempting to work out whether The WWE Champion was serious and then trying to work out whether or not he could beat him.
"And what does the winner get?"
"Ah that's simple Chris, the winner gets the loser to do whatever they want with whenever they want."
And now Masters knew he was in. No way was he going to pass up the chance of fucking Cena's hot little ass, there weren't many guys that got that chance and he knew he could win this contest.
"Alright, I'm in."
"Hot shit dude. Now there's a few rules to this little bet Chris, rule number one no bitches you gotta be hitting some hot male ass and nothing else."
Masters nodded his agreement to this rule.
"Rule number two, you gotta prove you've been with the guy."
Again Masters nodded his agreement.
"Rule number three, once a guys been fucked he's off limits. No multiple fucking and no scoring off someone I've already messed up."
Another nod of agreement from Masters.
"And rule number four, this little bet stays between you and me."
"You got it."
"Good my man." Cena extended his arm and the two men shook on their bet. "Happy fucking."
And with these words Cena turned on his heels and left the locker room. As he walked out Masters eyes were instantly drawn to his ass and all the things he'd get to do with that ass when he won this bet. He could feel his cock twitching in his shorts just at the thought of fucking Cena; he couldn't wait for the next seven days to pass.
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