The Final Encounter of the Viper and the Rabid Wolverine
Dedicated to the memories of Daniel and Nancy Benoit
The rough hewn bodies tightened against each other, vying for dominance. Sweat poured from their bodies, mixing together into a warrior's elixir of infinite virility. Their hard muscles bulged, their veins gorged with fiery blood. Submission was the coward's way out, and neither Chris Benoit nor Randy Orton were cowards.
"I'm going to break your back," Chris roared, wrapping his hands around Randy's throat as he held him in the grips of the Camel Clutch.
"Nnngh! Rrrgh! Not this time," Randy grunted. He took advantage of the slickness of their sweaty bodies, rolling over onto his back with ease. "I know one hold you're always weak to," he panted, grabbing Chris' engorged cock.
"Augh! No fair!" Chris weakly protested, as he slipped into ecstasy. "You leave me no option." With his free hand, Chris extended his middle finger, flipping him off.
"What's that supposed to do, offend me?"
"No, I always told you I could make you submit with one finger." Chris plunged the outstretched digit into Randy's tightly clenched rectum.
Randy's member instantly stood at attention. "Bastard," Randy sighed, loosening his grip on Chris' pulsating cock and surrendering to the stronger man's sexual furor. Chris pumped his arm rapidly, inserting and withdrawing his finger into and out of Randy's anus with reckless abandon.
"Keep that up and I'm going to splatter all over your brute face."
"Shut up," Chris said, cutting him off as he jammed another finger into the now gaping rear opening of Randy Orton. He slashed a thumb across his throat, signaling that the end was near. Using the same hand, he took Randy's dick in a fierce grip and jerked it violently, now using both arms to man handle the Legend Killer who robbed him of his World Heavyweight Championship belt.
Randy convulsed in the throes of ecstasy. "I'm…I'm…I'm gonna…RNNNGH…AUGHHHHHH!"
Extreme amounts of jism exploded onto the hulking shaved chest of Randy's sexual tormentor. Randy's body slackened, relieved of the testicular burden of what seemed to be quarts of steaming seminal fluid.
Chris flashed a somewhat toothless grin, wiping the cum from his chest and licking his fingers clean of the salty man mixture.
"Now it's my turn." Randy sprang up like a coiled snake, forcing Chris against the wall, lust and fury in his viper's eyes. One hand clenched around Chris' throat, the other around his cock, Randy began the most depraved submission hold of his life.
Chris rolled his eyes back in his head, muttering nonsense as the Apex Predator preyed upon his lusty weaknesses for the fiery passion that can only be had between two alpha male warriors.
An orgasm began to creep past the boundaries of Chris' penis and across his testicles, his sphinctral passage tightening immensely.
Overwhelmed by ecstasy, Chris' body seized , every muscle flexing. His back arched violently and he bashed the back of his skull against the wall. As if mentally departing from this world, his demeanor instantly became sullen and detached. His eyes seemed to glaze and all emotion vanished from his face.
Randy stared at him, shocked and suddenly uncomfortable.
Quietly and with seemingly immense effort, Chris got up from the bed and began to dress himself.
"I think I need to spend some time with my family," Chris muttered to no one in particular. Without another word, he left the room, leaving a naked Orton confused and dumbfounded.
Randy didn't hear from Chris for nearly a week until, without warning, he felt his phone vibrate in his pocket.
"I always cherished our time together. The dogs are enclosed in the pool area. Garage side door is open."