CENA TAKEDOWN TWO
John Cena arrived at his agent’s office a..
🕑 Added 2022-08-11 01:10:36 +0000 UTC
CENA TAKEDOWN TWO
John Cena arrived at his agent’s office and as the two men met to discuss Randy Orton’s challenge, Cena noticed that his agent was nervous. The two men knew each other for years and the agent had been representing the blonde muscular pro-wrestler almost as long as they knew each other. The agent nervously walked over to his office bar, where he kept his liquor for high profile clients like John and poured two glasses of Cena’s favorite drink. The older man discreetly reached into his pocket and pulled out the small vial. He hesitated. The agent was friends with Cena and didn’t want to betray their friendship, but Javier was a man you don’t say no to. Javier had visited him at his home and told him, more like ordering him, to drug Cena and deliver him to Javier. The agent at first refused but the mob boss told him if he doesn’t there will be consequences. You don’t say no to the head of the mafia. Javier then proceeded to take the older agent upstairs to his own boys’ room. The agent was shocked to find his twin jock sons 69ing each other in bed. The mob boss had already gotten to the muscle boys and had turned them. Neither boy seemed to notice that they had company in their room as they explored and groped each other, while hungrily sucking each other’s cocks.
“If will be ashame if a video of them fucking each other get out, their football and wrestling careers will be ruined,” Javier whispered into the agent’s ear.
Having no choice, the agent poured the contents of the vial into Cena’s drink. The agent then walked back over to his client and handed Cena the spiked drink.
“The sponsors of the fight are offering both you and Randy a half million each to complete,” the agent sat across from John and nervously watched him drink the liquor.
“WWE isn’t sponsoring the match,” Cena downed the drink and then asked.
“No, a new wrestling federation is sponsoring and holding the event,” the agent responded.
Within minutes, John started to already notice the effects of the serum. He put his large hand to his forehead as it was starting to get hard to think. His mind was feeling cloudy and he was unable to focus. At the same time, Cena’s muscles felt pumped as if he just had an intense workout. His clothes felt uncomfortable and restrictive as Cena started to pull at his polo shirt. His cock was hard in his khakis pants, feeling trapped. The agent couldn’t help but notice the large tube shaped bulge forming in his pants. John even began to adjust himself in the chair, as he suddenly felt a tingling in his large ass. It was making him even more horny. The straight alpha pro-wrestler turned his eyes toward his agent’s crotch. He suddenly had a desire to suck his old friend’s cock. John’s mouth felt dry. The agent couldn’t believe that John was staring at his crotch with that hungry look in his eyes. With an animalistic grunt, John Cena slid out of his chair and onto his knees. The agent was shocked and surprised as the modern day symbol of American masculinity crawled over on his hands and knees.
“Please, I need to suck your, your . . . Cock,” John even surprised himself.
The agent wasn’t gay but the events of the past day, and seeing a muscular, alpha male like Cena begging to suck his cock was a rush. He always believed that it wasn’t gay if you use a faggot for a real man’s pleasure. Sex was about power. The older man unzipped his suit pants and pulled out his fat cock. He was rock hard as he grabbed the pro-wrestler’s blonde hair and pushed his cock into the willing mouth. John Cena’s warm mouth felt so good around his cock that he began to fuck Cena’s mouth. He fucked it rough causing the larger man to gag and cough on his cock. He knew Cena could easily snap his neck but his huge muscles were useless. Cena’s eyes were glazed over as he tried desperately to service the cock in his mouth, as he continued to gag on it. His clean cut face turning red as his agent and friend face fucked him. The power the agent had over Cena’s huge mountain of muscles kneeling before him was a rush for the older man. He was dominating John Cena, the epitome of an alpha male. The agent pushed his cock as far down Cena’s as he could and held the blonde head as tight as possible. With a loud moan, the agent shot his load into John’s mouth. Cena, to his agent’s amazement, greedily lap up and swallows every last drop of cum as if he was a starved dog.
“I’m so sorry, my friend,” the agent whispered in remorse as he took the syringe from his suit pocket and injected it into the thick vein of Cena’s neck.
John Cena offered no resistance as he slowly slid to the floor and fell into a deep sleep.
GENTLEMEN WELCOME TO THE ULTIMATE WRESTLING FEDERATION’S WINNER TAKE ALL MATCH. WHERE THE ONLY RULES IS THAT THERE ARE NO RULES. WE HAVE SEVERAL GREAT FIGHTS FOR YOUR PLEASURE TONIGHT. THE MAIN EVENT TONIGHT IS BETWEEN THE TWO GREATS OF PRO-WRESTLING IN A NO HOLD BAR, WINNER TAKE ALL MATCH:RANDY THE VIPER ORTON AND THE ONE AND ONLY JOHN CENA.
The announcer's voice roared over the cheering fans. Hundreds had paid the hefty priced tickets to see the two rivals fighting out in a winner take all competition. Thousands of more were watching via steaming across the world. They all had something in common, they were all men.
In a private suite booth, Javier and Dr. Stone was watching the matches unfolding. The rising stars Austin Theory and Cole Karter were on their knees in front of the older men, naked while their heads bobbed up and down on the hard cocks. Austin was slurping hungrily on the doctor’s cock trying to get the precise semen he is now addicted to. He looked up at his master with his puppy dog eyes looking for approval. The baby face Cole, born and raised in West Virginia, was in pure bliss as he worked on Javier’s cock. The mob boss was enjoying the rare moment of being the one being serviced, instead of being on his knees servicing the master. However, he felt envious of Austin as the chisel athlete stretched his mustache trimmed lips around the doctor’s thick cock. Both wrestlers’ cocks were rock hard and throbbing as they worshiped the older men's cocks.
The lights faded and flood lights shone on the opposite stages, as fireworks went off. Both Randy and Cena stepped out on to their stages at the opposite ends of the arena. Instead of his trademark long jean shorts, John wore only boots and a yellow thong. The men of the audience roared in cheers and cat calls. The tiny strip of material in the back was completely lost between the huge muscles of Cena’s large ass. His caged cock was bouncing in the tiny pouch and exposed muscular ass cheeks flexing as he ran down the ramp toward the ring. His thick body was ripped like a Greek god.
As for Randy, he wore his knees high wrestling boots and a white thong. Randy’s massive, long thighs were like stone columns. The thin material of his thong was transparent showing off in great detail the cock cage he wore. Both muscular, alpha wrestlers had their useless cocks locked in steel cages, with Dr. Stone being the only one with a key to them. The audience was cheering, shouting their names as the two rivals climbed into the ring.
When the match began both men came out fighting. They dodge and slam against each other to the delight of the cheering fans. Randy was the first to knock Cena to the mat and attempted to pin him, but John kicked out from under Randy’s tall, muscular body just in time. The ring bounced as each man athletically threw each other down in an attempt to pin each other. Cena used the ring ropes to propel himself at Randy, but the viper moved in time and gripped the back of Cena’s tiny thong. As Cena tried to pull away the thin spandex material ripped, leaving John naked in front of the screaming and cheering audience. His smooth, ripped body was on full display including his caged cock. There were chants, “fuck him, fuck him,” rising from the crowds. When Randy charged at him, Cena extended his arm and knocked Randy on to his back with a loud thud. Randy was able to row on to his stomach to avoid a pin, but Cena grabbed his sweaty thong and ripped it off, leaving both men naked, except for the polished steel cock cages. Both men’s fat cocks were straining against the devices. They went back and forth, exhausting each other. They were eventually matched. They were covered in sweat and bruises, but neither man would accept the fate of being the other’s bottom. Randy climbed up on the corner of the ring and jumped landing squarely on top of Cena. Cena was knocked out, however, Randy landed so hard that he was knocked out as well. They were both lying on the mat naked, both defeated. The audience was loving it. The referee called the fight a draw to the dismay of the audience. The boos and shouts faded as Dr. Stone came to the ring as the Chairman of the Ultimate Wrestling Federation.
“Gentlemen,” Stone took the microphone. “As the rules stated in winner takes all matches, if there is no winner then both wrestlers lose. Therefore both would get fucked.” The audience cheered louder. “The rules state 12 men in the audience that placed the highest bets for each wrestler will fuck the wrestler he wager on.” More cheers. Stone raised his hands to continue, “However, as that both wrestlers lost, their cock’s will remain locked up while getting fucked.”
The audience erupted in cheers. For the next two hours, John Cena and Randy Orton were each fucked by 12men. Each man came in their mouths or perfectly developed asses. However, neither former alpha men were able to cum or get hard as their prostates were pounded over and over. Little remained of their alpha personalities after that night. Both men were reduced to sobbing wrecks.
