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With the stealth of a panther, Kevin Nash approached Scott Hall from behind, his heart thumping with a mix of excitement and anticipation. He slipped into a shimmering referee's outfit, the fabric hugging his powerful body like a second skin. The sudden appearance of the sexy referee was as jarring as it was unexpected, and Scott's eyes grew wide as saucers when he felt Kevin's strong arms snake around his torso.
"Relax, buddy," Kevin murmured in his deep, gravelly voice, his breath hot against Scott's ear. "It's just a little experiment." His calloused hands found their way to Scott's nipples, giving them a firm squeeze that sent a bolt of electricity straight to Hall's groin.
"What the fuck, Nash?" Scott's eyes darted around the arena.
Kevin's grin widened, his eyes dancing with amusement at Scott's discomfort. "Don't worry, it's not gay if it's rough and you only do it once in a while," he said, his thumbs tracing circles around the erect peaks of Scott's nipples. "Come on, Hall, live a little. Experience the wild side."
Scott was homophobic to the core, he had always taken pride in his straight-laced image, but there was something about the way Kevin's fingers danced over his skin that made his knees weak and his cock twitch with interest.
Panic set in as Scott's erection grew, tenting his towel in a way that was impossible to ignore. He needed an escape, someone to save him from this embarrassing situation. His eyes fell upon Missy Hyatt, the resident vixen of the wrestling world, known for her love of the scandalous and the lewd.
"Missy, help me!" he shouted, his voice a high-pitched squeak that betrayed his fear. "This fucking pervert is trying to turn me gay!"
Missy looked up from where she was reclining on a bench, her ample breasts straining against the fabric of her tight shirt.
"Oh, honey," she drawled, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "Why don't you just go with it? Maybe you'll like it."
