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With a click, Samuel killed the engine of his car and looked out at the dark street. What should have been an abandoned warehouse had a crudely made parking lot set up next to it, easily allowing for a few hundred, possibly over a thousand cars. He almost thought that they might have been long abandoned and dumped here, why else would so many cars be parked outside this closed warehouse, but he saw brand new models in the mix of vehicles; something strange was happening here tonight.

The glow of his phone screen filled the fox's face as he confirmed his target; the wolf he had followed here definitely was the same wolf from the images his client had provided. She had contacted Samuel to figure out where her husband was disappearing to every week, and he thought it would have been a simple case of adultery, which he had seen across dozens of cases.

He had been trailing the wolf for the past week and everything seemed normal. He went to work. He went to the gym. He chilled with some friends. Nothing that screamed that he was cheating on his wife. The wife had told Samuel that she was most concerned about his Friday night's where he'd get home at stupid-o'clock in the night, or sometimes even the following morning, and never with an explanation.

In his experience of tailing suspicious married men, Samuel had thought that the wolf, Matthew, would have gone to a pub, or a restaurant, or a hotel, or something that would lead to cheating. But this warehouse was suspicious, and he couldn't help but get an uneasy feeling from it.

But a job was a job.

The cool nighttime air filled his lungs as he stepped out of his car, the ground around him illuminating for a brief second as his car lights acknowledged being locked. The sound of his shoes against gravel was barely audible while he walked towards the large building.

He saw Matthew enter through the front just as he pulled up, so he knew that he shouldn't enter through the same way. Keeping as close to the dark as possible, he slunk around to the warehouse's side wall, which was just a featureless line. The brick was just as cool as the air around it as he pressed an ear against it, trying to hear what could be happening inside. The only thing he could hear was the beating of his own heart.

He made his way to the back. He was not surprised when he saw the lone fire-escape running down the back of the building. Each step he performed was careful, one after the other, to not make any noise as he ascended. Pushing lightly against the fire-door at each floor, he was met with a resistance that he knew meant the door was locked.

Until he reached the top.

His fingers bracing against the final door, he gently pushed and felt the wood give up its position as it slowly began to open. He tried to get a sense of what was behind the door as he was opening it, but the inside was darker than the outside. He could hear noises. Not too loud from his position, but he could tell that it would have been loud wherever they were coming from.

Continuing, he slipped into the dark insides the moment he could, not wanting to open the door completely in case someone could see the light of the moon as it bled inside.

Samuel stood in the darkness as his eyes adjusted to the pitch-black room. The nothing slowly became something as he started looking at what he assumed was chairs and some type of equipment. He didn't know what this storeroom was being used for, and, with a door coming into his vision, he didn't care to stick around in case someone needed something from it.

The light from the next room was so bright that it felt like staring at the sun, and his ears were consumed by a feverous noise. As he spent a few moments adjusting, he thought that the storeroom must have been deliberately sound proofed to try and keep whatever he was hearing from leaking out.

The fox was not ready for what he saw.

Standing in the back row of a huge auditorium, he stares at a huge TV screen in the centre of the room which displays what's happening under it. Two masked men are grappling and groping each other – wrestling – with obvious erections tenting their crotches.

The two men, a boar and a bear, were wearing identical light blue wrestling singlets, the front of which were stained darker at their bulging crotch as their cocks leaked precum into the fabric. The bear's crotch was much more stained than the boars.

Looking around at the audience, Samuel noticed two things. Firstly, there wasn't a single woman in the audience. Secondly, every man had their dicks out, with most of them jerking it. In addition to their grunts and moans, he could smell them all too. Sweat. Musk. Cum. It smelt like what he assumed a locker-room orgy would smell like.

When the audience began to cheer, he looked back at the TV screen and saw that the bear had pinned the boar onto the ground with his paw, which rested on the boar's bulge. Camera zooming in, the fox watched as the bear began to glide his paw up and down the boar's covered length, his toes rubbing against all sides of the trapped member.

It didn't take long for the boar to start humping the paw that was teasing him, his hips thrusting to maximise the amount of time the bear's paw touched him. The audience kept getting louder with both cheer and moans. The fox could sense that the event was reaching a climax of multiple definitions.

The first climax was the boar's, who squealed as he came. The bear removed his paw, giving the camera a perfect view of the man's crotch as shot after shot of cum seeped through the singlet. Needing the extra stimulation, his hand grabbed at his bulge as he fucked it. As the blasts on cum started to die down, the camera panned to his face, showing his agape mouth, his tusks moving up and down as his jaw opened with each deep breath, showing a man who was in pure bliss.

The second climaxes were the audience's, who began to collectively grunt and groan from their own stimulation. An orchestra of orgasms filled the room as the voyeurs tried to match their orgasm with the boar's. Some succeeded, many failed, and all were thinking about being in the boar's position.

The sights, the sounds, and the smell had stunned Samuel. He couldn't drag his attention away from what was in front of him. Caught up in the debauchery, he didn't even think to grab his phone and record what was happening. He stood there watching, absorbing, and... fantasying. It was only for a brief moment, but he thought about being in the boar's position too, and that stray thought was all it took to make his own cock harden in his pants.

The third and final climax was for the event itself. As the boar lost himself to orgasm, the bear stood above him celebrating his victory over his opponent, raising both arms above his head and fist-pumping the air as his cock continued to twitch in its confines. Then a voice boomed throughout the room.

"And there we have it folks!" It said with a showman's flare as the ‘a' was elongated far too long. "Once again, surprising no one, our amazing Brother Bear has defeated the final challenger of the night!"

While the TVs didn't change their feed from the boar's crotch, Samuel could see what looked like a raccoon waltz onto the stage.

"Our challenger, Pork Chop, bit off more than he could chew and is now marinating in his own juices!"

When the raccoon reached ‘Brother Bear,' the camera changed to show the pair side by side. The hulking bear stood next to a stereotypical circus ringmaster: black top hat, pants, and shoes, white and yellow shirt, and red coat.

"And it's all thanks to the man we wish we could see during our own family reunions..."

The raccoon grabbed the hand of the bear and lifted it above his head.

"...Brother Bear!" He yelled, elongating the vowels once again.

The crowd cheered harder, and Samuel could even faintly hear some audience members yelling for the bear to do various sexual things to them.

"But all good things must come to an end," the raccoon continued, "however, the show will go on! As always, don't forget to grab our next match details on your way out. Todeloo!"

The raccoon takes off his top hat and does an exaggerated bow before turning to help the boar up. The trio then walk out the same way the raccoon walked in, leaving just the audience by themselves. Once out of sight, the audience stands up at the same time and begins to shuffle towards the exits.

Samuel couldn't see Matthew, despite him getting here only a dozen minutes before him, and knew his time here had run out. He quickly walked the mass of men leaving and stepped inside of it. It didn't take long before he had found himself to an exit where he saw a stack of business cards. Blending in, he picked one up and pocketed it without looking, then continued outside.

His lungs enjoyed the fresh air over the man funk and he took in deep breaths as he made his way to his car. A couple of men were walking his way, so he didn't feel too conspicuous having not parked in the makeshift parking lot.

Retrieving his keys from his pocket, he got in his car and just sits there while thinking about what he saw. Underground gay sex wrestling. Audience of jerking men. Two wrestlers battling it out to outlast the other. The boar dominated by the bear. The boar's submission reward with an orgasm. His desire to submit and orgasm.

That final thought stunned the fox for a moment. At no point did he think of submitting himself to the bear, to get close enough to him to feel his body heat or smell his musk, or to grope or grab lustfully at him, or to cum in his presence like a good kit.

A moan leaving his lips, Samuel looks down and sees his crotch bulging with a fiery need. Just looking at his arousal makes him want to jerk off where he sat, but he couldn't; he was a professional and not a slave to his desires. He didn't know why he felt so riled up, but he knew that if he just ignored it and went home then everything would be better.

But he was wrong.

The vibrations of his car felt like they were being sent directly to his cock, keeping it nice and hard for the duration of his drive home. Each time he stopped at a traffic light, he'd subconsciously grope himself before willing himself to stop. Driving past a local gym, his cock ached for just a whiff of a man to help it cum.

When he pulled into his driveway, he was operating purely on autopilot. Car parked. House unlocked. Inside. Shoes off. Coat off, left in hallway. Shirt off, tossed at bathroom hamper. Pants off, left outside shower. Sit down on tiles.

The cold shower tiles do nothing to hamper his arousal. He fishes out his cock and begins to feverishly stroke it. Arm moving like a jackhammer, hips slightly bucking, he had never felt the need to cum greater than this moment. And after being on edge for so long, it didn't take much to send him over.

Slowing down just a little, he aimed his dick at his white belly before splattering it with his seed. Nothing else in the world mattered aside from having his dick feel good and thinking about that bear in the ring. As he coated his chest with his cum, he used his free hand to spread it around and imagine what it would feel like if he was wearing a wrestling singlet while he did it.

Simon's explosive orgasm had him reeling with bliss. It felt so good, felt so right, and felt so wrong to have waited when he could have felt like this at the warehouse. Idly stroking his softening cock, he took deep breaths, smelling his cum in his fur mixed with small amounts of sweat.

After what felt like an eternity (5 minutes), Simon had started to wake up and regain control over himself.

"Oh, fuck, why did I do that," he said, looking at the cum which was quickly setting on his fur.

He stripped his underwear, which surprisingly was spared from his cum, and socks, then turned on the shower. The hot water felt good running down his body, and he got to work, soaping himself up and cleaning the mess that he made.

The time was well past when he'd usually go to bed and his body was calling for him to make best friends with his mattress, so he half-heartedly dried himself before flopping down on his sheets and falling asleep. He was unconscious in record time, his mind, thankfully, giving him a break from remembering the night's events. He could worry about all that later.

~~

The rest of the week was uneventful. Samual returned to the warehouse the following day and found it deserted; breaking in again revealed everything inside had been gutted as if nothing had ever been there. He went to the location from the business card and saw an equally empty building.

His client contacted him asking where Matthew went that night and, not wanting to admit what we saw, he told her the half-truth that he followed him but lost sight of him. Not technically a lie as he did lose sight of him after the wolf entered through the front of the building, but he said it while implying he lost him while tailing his car.

He promised he'd be more careful and then went about his week again. Similarly to the previous week, nothing the wolf did was out of the ordinary. He went to the same places, did the same things, chilled with the same people. Nothing suspicious. And then Friday night came around again.

Navigating to the previously sparce warehouse, Samuel saw a makeshift parking lot that wasn't there earlier in the week. A few hundred cars were already parked, and a group of people were lining up at the door to get it. Trying to be as casual as possible, he parked his car with the others, got out, and stood in line.

A strong ox bouncer was waiting at the entrance to collect a forty-dollar entry fee, and the fox did some quick maths. Forty dollars at between five hundred to one thousand attendees would net twenty to forty thousand an event, and if they get away with one event a year then that's one to two million. What had started as a small case has kept getting more and more interesting.

When he came up to the ox, Samuel couldn't help but to drink in his appearance. He was taller than the fox and looked like his 9-to-5 job was to work out at the gym. His black t-shirt hugged his body and left nothing to the imagination, including the outlines of his nipple piercing. His pants, down to his ankles, were similar as they hugged his crotch. Samuel even thought he saw the bulge twitching as he handed over the money.

With a wink and a wave, the ox let the fox enter the building. But, before Samuel even took two steps through the door, a casually dressed otter had picked up his hand and pounded a stamp onto it.

"Ouch," said the fox, jerking his hand back and holding it to soothe the pain that had already disappeared.

"Enjoy the show," said the otter with a flirty smile, his free hand on Samuel's ass as he ushered him into the building to stop him from blocking other attendees, giving it a small slap before they got out of range.

He didn't expect things to be so intimate so early. As he walked into the main area, he inspected the stamp and rolled his eyes when he saw a crude cock inked onto his fur. What he didn't notice was his own cock that had already started to harden.

The front rows were packed with men, so Samuel headed towards some moderately packed back rows to not isolate himself and draw attention. There was a free space between a tiger and a corgi, so he sat himself between them.

"'scuse me," he said sat down.

No response.

Samuel glanced at both men and saw they were fixated on the giant television screen, which displayed the empty arena. Moving his eyes downwards, he saw both men had obvious tenting happening at their crotches, and the corgi was lightly stroking his with his index finger.

With a blush on his face, the fox looked forward towards the giant screen. Part of him wanted to whip out his phone and start recording, but after not seeing a single other person on his phone, he held off as to not be conspicuous. He didn't have to wait too long though for a booming voice to startle him.

"Good evening, everyfur!" Announced a familiar voice that elongated the ‘good' to last five times longer than it needed to.

The screen's view panned towards the ringleader raccoon as he stood, arms outstretched, holding a black cane that wasn't with him last week.

"I hope you're all excited for another wrestle-tastic show tonight!" The raccoon says as he starts waltzing to centre of the stage. "As always, tonight's show comes with its usual guarantee: certified to make you cum or your money back!"

The audience, including the two previously unresponsive men next to Samuel, cheer loudly.

"…wooo…" said Samuel softly; the strong emotions in the room felt infectious and he couldn't help but vocalise part of it.

"And now, for the part you've been waiting for!" The raccoon said, clapping his hands.

The arena went completely dark for a moment before a spotlight illuminated the ring.

"Coming in first is our undisputed champion. He's a man you love so much that it can't be classified as familial love. A family member you'd love helping you get unstuck from a dryer. Someone who could mentor you into a men-whore…Brother Bear!"

A spotlight lit up the entrance and the big bear from the previous week walked down it. Wearing the same wrestling singlet from the previous week, he was flexing as he walked to the centre and the audience was going wild. He blew a kiss at the camera and Samuel, against his better judgement, couldn't help but to think it was for him. The fox subconsciously touched his stamped hand while his cock happily throbbed in his pants as he imagined standing before the massive man to be groped by him.

The bear took his place next to the raccoon, the smaller man slapping his ass.

"Anything you want to say to our amazing audience?" The raccoon asked.

In response, Brother Bear grabbed at his crotch and let forth a deep growl, causing the audience to cheer loudly once more.

"A man of few words. Well, maybe this returning challenger is more talkative! He's got pride for his appearance, pride for his packmates, and, hell, you may have even seen him at pride before. He's got some good skills and I'm not lyin' about that," he paused to emphasise his pun, "so, give it up for Mane Event!"

The audience cheered once again as a stocky lion entered view. He donned the same light blue singlet that Samuel had seen already and it hugged his curvy belly. His rainbow dyed mane somehow was catching the light and glimmering like a gemstone. But what drew Samuel's attention the most was the already tenting crotch bulge. The way it bounced with each step made the fox wish he could spread open his thick thighs, drive right in and—

—he forced himself to try and stop those thoughts. He was there to try and investigate the weekly whereabouts of a specific wolf, not window shop for a boyfriend…even if the lion's belly looked comfortable and pillow-shaped, and would feel so good to nuzzle against…

The fox only snapped out of his horny reverie when the announcer's voice boomed again.

"And what would you like to say to our lovely audience?"

The lion smirked. "I hope the majority of you last longer than our first match!"

"Ha! You know they won't. But, unlike you, our lovely audience gets the privilege of cumming as many times as they want and not just a ‘one splurt you're out' rule like you." Explains the raccoon, prodding the lion's chest with a finger.

The raccoon opens his arms wide and addresses the audience. "Two fierce fighters will now face off!"

The men change positions and walk to their predesignated areas. The raccoon walks towards his exits and turns back to the centre. With a smirk, he turns his head to look at both men while pointing at them.

"Now, I want a nice and dirty match tonight. None of this ‘clean' business allowed, ya hear me."

The two wrestlers both smile and give thumbs ups before getting into the crouch position.

"Now," the ringleader said, elongating to the word to last about five second, "fight!"

The spotlight over the raccoon died down, leaving on the ring illuminated. Samuel could barely make out his dark figure walking away from the ring as the two fighters charged at each other. The moment their bodies collided, the fox couldn't stop himself from watching.

The men grappled each other with their strong arms and tried to throw the other onto the ground. Despite just starting, their erections had already started to tent their uniform. The bear adjusted his left hand to get it directly on the lion's crotch, causing him to groan.

Beside Samuel, the two men next to him both let out groans of their own as their hands started shamelessly touching their own crotches. He knew that they were imagining the bear's hand against their trapped shaft as, in the back of his mind, he was thinking about that too. Thinking about the strong man…he could practically feel it…

And when he looked down at his crotch, the fox saw his own hand rubbing against his own tented bulge. Mortified, he pulled his hand away and gripped his knees to try and take his mind off what he was doing. He hadn't so much as ever adjusted an erection in public, and there he was, sitting next to two strangers and practically jerking it when he should have been paying attention.

With his hands no longer occupied, he could feel a small tingle present on the back of his hand where he was stamped. It was as if something was lightly caressing his hand, and it felt nice. Needing to feel it more, he touched the cock-stamp and let out a small moan as he imagined touching his own cock.

Beside him, the corgi had fished his cock from his own pants and had started pressing the length against his stomach as if to emulate the friction of the singlet. With each grope of his knot, a small bead of precum would exit his tip before getting absorbed in the fabric of his shirt.

Samuel felt jealously as he watched the canine beside him enjoy the match. He hadn't felt this turned on in years, but he was stuck not being able to fully enjoy it due to his professionalism; he was there to work, not work his cock. Reminding himself he needed to work, he glanced back at the screen as the world around him seemed to dim as his vison focused.

Mane Event had Brother Bear in a headlock, forcing the ursid's face to be directly next to the feline's bulge. The lion's tented erection had already begun to stain the singlet as a small dark circle of precum was slowly expanding. Grunts from the two men filled the whole arena, but where almost drowned out by the groans and moans of the audience.

Unable to move away, the bear decided to press himself towards the erection and gave it long licks, from the base to the tip, with his tongue. The counterattack was enough to cause the lion's concentration to drop for just a split moment, which the bear used to break free from the hold.

Still resisting stroking himself, Samuel wished the larger man would make out with his cock. He could envision it perfectly. He'd be sitting in his seat as the bear would wonder into the audience. He's walk closer and closer to him before they'd lock eyes, and the bear would walk to him with a mission. He would stand before Samuel, musk emanating from his body, before getting on his knees and lunging for his fox cock, licking it, kissing it, making out with it. As the fantasy played in his mind, the match continued.

Free from the headlock, the bear circled around his opponent before knocking him off balance, sending him to the floor. Before he could stand up, the bear had flipped the lion onto his back and lowered his ass onto the other's face. Grinding against him, Brother Bear leaned forward and grasped his opponents bulge and started jerking it.

As Samuel's fantasy effortlessly shifted to worshipping the bear's ass, the lion under him tried to break free. Flailing his arms and legs to try and get any leverage, he was helpless to stop the onslaught happening to him. After a minute of jerking him off, the bear leaned forward even more and gave the lion's drenched tip a kiss.

While leaning forward gave the lion a break from the bear butt, it was a calculated move to show the audience how completely broken the man had become. His face was nothing but pure pleasure and, as the ass moved away, he tried to sit up and shove himself back into it. As his cock was kissed, his face scrunched up and the camera cut to his crotch.

Without any further stimulation, it pulsed and twitched before the dark patch grew as cum leaked out. His submissive roar filled the room and Samuel felt his cock begging to be let out, to be stroked, to cum, to enjoy the match. The corgi next to him was painting his shirt white as he came in sync with the match's loser. The tiger, who was nursing his bulge the whole match, frenziedly rushed to get his dick out of his pants as his arm jerked like a piston. It wasn't long before he was cumming too, shooting his load against the back of the chair in front of him.

It was taking Samuel every ounce of energy to not join them, or the rest of the audience, in their fun. He was still a professional, and professionals don't just cum in their pants in public. Thinking it would help him, he began to rub the stamp on his hand again, his fingers rubbing the top of it as he imagined rubbing his own cock. His orgasm climbed closer and closer until a familiar voice broke him free.

"What an amazing performance! I almost thought we'd have a new champion, but it looks like our ferocious feline ended up being a cummy kitty." The raccoon's voice boomed throughout the room.

"Gotta say BB, I might need to dock some points from you. Our honoured audience have to pay for their seats, and you took one for free!" He continued, giving the bear a friendly nudge with his elbow as he stood up.

"Only difference is mine was more comfy." Brother Bear replied, before letting out a loud laugh.

Standing tall, the bear puffed out his chest with pride of his victory. Another part of him that stuck out proudly was his erection that tented the front of this singlet. Similarly to his competitor, the tip was stained dark with precum, but unlike this competitor, the mess was relatively small. To show off his self-control, the bear started groping himself with one hand while raising his opposite arm to give an exaggerated show of huffing his own underarm.

With his gaze glued to the screen, Samuel wished he was down there. He could see himself in front of him, teasing the other man's cock, face buried in his armpit that's still sweaty from the match, his own cock nice and hard as he'd hump the side of the man he's fallen in lust with. The fox had never felt this way for anyone before, and each new scene he witnessed caused both his conscious and subconscious to go into overdrive and imagine it was him in the ring instead.

Even with the fight over, his mind had difficulties in thinking about anything other than the bear. He could process that ringmaster was helping up the lion and saying something witty again, but he had stopped caring. In his mind, he was the lion on stage, he was the one Brother Bear sat on, he was the one who got his cock kissed. Samuel logically knew those things didn't happen, but logic had been replaced with lust, and lust was more fun to give himself in to.

The next challenger was introduced, a shark named ‘Double Trouble,' named after his two bulging cocks, but Samuel only saw himself. He was no longer an investigator. He was no longer on a mission. He was just a horny guy, watching some horny porn, wishing he was in it.

While the shark was too busy getting his twin dicks groped by Brother Bear, who had him in a bear hug, Samuel's orgasm hit him like a truck. He had been on the edge for what felt like the last hour, and he was getting used to the feeling of unending arousal. He was palming himself over his pants when it struck. Pleasure flooded his body, and he knew what was happening but was unable to stop it, nor did he want to.

He sped up his rubbing as his dick began to pulse, imagining being teased in the comforting bear hug, shooting hot cum directly into his underwear. He had never cum in his clothes before, so the sensation felt strange to him, but that didn't stop him from riding out his high. His rubbing was causing him to spread the cum around his crotch, but that wasn't enough to stop it from leaking out. He could feel the warmth seeping out of his underwear and coating the inside of his pants.

There was nothing visible to show what he had done, but anyone watching him would have seen him throw back his head in euphoria moaning loudly, looking like any other man in the audience. When his orgasm subsided, his eyes went back to the screen, and he drifted away into fantasy again.

It wasn't too long after that the shark lost the match, cumming inside of his singlet. He had made the mistake of pulling Brother Bear into a front-facing bear hug, to which the bear thrusting, frotting his dick against the shark's twins. The mistake was made, he was too horny to correct it, and he lost the match while holding onto the champion for support.

Despite just cumming, seeing the shark reach orgasm, and imagining the shark as himself, the desire to cum again filled his whole being. He groped and tugged at his bulge, practically humping his hands to match what he was seeing – if the shark, which was also him, was cumming, then he NEEDED to cum again otherwise the fantasy would break.

His cock was still sensitive from his previous orgasm, so every touch, every grope, came with knee-buckling pleasure. His mind became overloaded as it tried to stop him, but his resolve was strong. He used the excessive pleasure to reach orgasm in record time. It wasn't as intense for him as the first, nor was it as pants-filling, but he was filled with the satisfaction of matching his fantasy.

He was more passive the second time around. Instead of groping himself to extend the pleasure, he gave a couple cursory thrusts into his hand before riding the sensations. Without being spread throughout his underwear, his load quickly seeped through his undies again, but this time lead to a visible stain on his crotch. The cum stain expended before starting to leak, so he collected the remnants with a swipe of his finger and ate it, sucking on his finger as he cleaned up his mess.

By the time he looked at the screen again, the next match had already started. The bear was grappling with a wolf who was all too familiar to the fox – his target, Matthew.

This revelation would have made Samuel go on high alert, studying the wolf's form for any signs of intoxication or drug use that might explain why he was here, or checking his facial expression to see if he was being blackmailed. But when the bear groped Matthew's pec and rubbed his nipple, Samuel's own hand mimicked the movement as his mind shut itself off to indulge in fantasy.

Every stroke. Every grab. Every tease. Every piece of pleasure that Brother Bear dished out, Samuel received just by sitting in his seat. It had been feeling less like fantasy and more like he was really there, as if he had astral projected into Matthew's body and it was feeding back into his own body. He began to wish that the night would never end – that he could become man after man to battle the bear, to get close to felling him, only to fail and fill his singlet with the cum of a loser.

And when the wolf came, Samuel had predicted it perfectly. He had been pulled into a headlock, similarly to what happened with the bear during the first match, but this was different. Firstly, the wolf laying on the ground and was faced up, and secondly, the headlock grabbed Matthew a lot higher than it should, forcing the wolf's nose to be buried in the bear's armpit.

After nearly two hours of physical exertion, Samuel could imagine how sweaty and musky the bear could be. He could practically smell the masculine scent wafting through the wolf's nostrils, and, without much more stimulation, he came again. Being his third orgasm in quicker than usual succession that night, it was weaker than the other two but was still just as satisfying to feel. It pulsed in his pants, creating a second, and smaller, cum stain as he raised his own arm up, breathing in his own scent as he pretended it was the bear's.

Matthew's cock also spurted out load after load of his cum into his singlet. It didn't take a genius to see it was the musk that made him cum nearly hands-free. Throughout the match he had been taking not-so-subtle sniffs of the bear and his cock was leaking profusely as a result; it had been the most visible pre-cum stained out of them all, including Brother Bear himself who had leaked a good amount by this point. Matthew's large knot also reached full size fairly quickly and, with how tight the singlets where, was completely visible.

Post-orgasm euphoria hit Samuel, as well as a feeling of post-nut clarity. It was if a fog had lifted and he could think semi-clearly. As the fox looked at the screen, he felt a disconnection to the wolf. He no longer felt that he was astral projecting the pleasure, nor did he feel like wanting to imagine himself as him. Samuel felt a man who was watching porn and let his imagination get away while viewing it.

"And, with an ending filled with irony, Howler ended up making only silent muffles!" The raccoon's voice said through the speakers. He begins walking towards the fighters, strutting exaggeratedly.

The bear released Matthew from his headlock and starts to stand up in preparation for the end of the performance. Samuel watches as Matthew also races to his feet and plants his muzzle back into the nook of Brother Bear's arm.

"Oh? It seems like this little brother still wants some bonding time with his big bro. Should we let him?" The raccoon says, placing a hand behind his ear to signal he's waiting for a response.

The audience explodes with cheer, and Samuel can't help but cheer just as loud and enthusiastic as the rest of them. While he doesn't feel compelled to imagine himself as the wolf, he wants to take a mental video of it so that he can fantasise about the hot scene later.

"Your feedback has been heard loud and clear!" The ringleader walks behind the wolf and slabs his unguarded ass. "Enjoy this for now."

Matthew flinches at the touch and lets out a moan. The camera barely picks up him nodding while deep inside the bear's armpit.

"And with Howler receiving what I assume is a dastardly awful punishment, we're left with just our champion," the raccoon grabs the bear's free hand and raises it high, "Brother Bear!"

Samuel cheers and claps along with the rest of the audience. He glanced away from the screen to take in the sheer scale of things. He couldn't help but think it was just a perfect way to finish his work week. Just him and a bunch of other like-minded guys enjoying a live porn performance and getting their freak on. His job as an investigator would never let him have this much fun.

But as he was thinking that, a strange feeling overtook him.

He was an investigator and he was supposed to be investigating that cute wolf on stage who disappears each Friday night. He recalls following him to the previous building and receiving the address of this one. He came here specifically for work purposes: to investigate where the wolf disappears to. So why was he thinking he was there just for pleasure?

But as he returned his gaze to the screen, those complex thoughts began falling through. Work thoughts were for Mondays, and until then, he could allow himself a small, secret, enjoyment. He didn't need to tell anyone about tonight; he was just ‘having fun.'

The cheering died down.

"And with that, my glorious fuzzbutts, our show comes to an end. We hope you enjoyed yourselves as they sure did! Don't forget to pick up next week's event on the way out! Todeloo!"

The raccoon took a bow before the three men left the stage, Matthew's face still lodged inside his apparent happy place.

Samuel stays seated for a moment as every man he knows of enters his mind. The thought was completely normal as he makes a mental note of anyone he could potentially bring to get their freak on with him. His social circle is small, so the process is quick. Unable to think of anyone, he stands up to leave.

The stadium stands up in unison and starts to shuffle out. Samuel doesn't think the synced standing as abnormal as, obviously, everyone just wants to head home.

The moment he's on his feet the fox is reminded of his thoroughly soiled underwear from his enjoyment over the night. Blushing and embarrassed, he acts as casual as possible as each step brings forth a cum-filled sensation.

Wondering out with the crowd, he goes to grab a business card containing next week's venue when, suddenly, his hand is hit with a stamp again. He looks up and sees the otter from before dashing away through the sea of men. He thought about chasing after him to see what the stamp was all about, but, before he could finish that thought, his mind locked down to just a single thought: ‘leave'.

Unable to think otherwise, Samuel exits the warehouse into the cool night air. After sitting in that stuffy arena for two hours, with it stinking like cum and sweat for the final one, the fresh air welcomed by him. As he walked to his car, the fox felt the sensation of the stamp on his hand again, and by the time he was sitting inside he was feeling a strong, pleasurable, buzz. As he drove home, his already spent cock began to stiffen as the pleasure inside him rose.

He returned home without incident and walked through his front door feeling happier than most days. He kept thinking about what a great time he had and how he'd be checking it out again next week, hoping that it would be just as erotic. But, for the moment, what he wanted to do was sleep.

Stepping into the bathroom, the cool tiles on his feet, he unbuttoned his shirt and slipped out of it. Bringing it to his nose, he took a couple deep whiffs, enjoying his own scent, before putting it away into the hamper. He removed his socks next, and then he stood in front of his mirror, looking down at his pants. There was a bulge from his ongoing arousal, but that isn't what caused his to pause. It was the cum inside them.

A cursory feel of the crotch made him know they were soiled, and he didn't know if removing them would cause some sort of semen deluge to ooze out.

"God dammit," he muttered under his breath.

Deciding to get it over with, he stepped into his shower and undid his belt. Then, after mentally counting to three, he pulled down his pants. He was surprised that the damage wasn't too bad for the pants – there was just some stains, but he figured he could easily wash them. His underwear, however, looked like he had pissed himself with some sort of white goo. The smell it was giving also brought his mind back to the arena.

He steps out of his pants and then hooks his fingers around the waistband of his underwear, then pulls down. Samuel's hard cock bounced in the air as it was freed from its cloth prison, and more blood seemed to flow into it, getting even harder. With his undies half down his legs, all he could do was stare at his cock with a need.

Even though he had cum three times tonight, his body needed more – his body needed a proper orgasm. As his dick throbbed, he knew he hadn't cum ‘correctly' tonight. All he did was grope his bulge until it jazzed, but what he truly needed this night was to grasp his cock and stroke it; he could feel his body's demands, telling him he couldn't sleep unless he jerked off and had a proper orgasm.

Dropping his underwear in the shower, he walked out of the bathroom, grabbed his phone, and went to his living room and turned on the TV. Unlocking his phone, he navigates to xFurs' gay section. Without even thinking, he was searching up big bears in wrestling gear. After adding a few videos to a playlist, he cast the videos to his TV.

The bear in the video was close enough to Brother Bear to allow him to fantasise about him. Wrapping a hand around his shaft, he started at the tip before working the pressure downwards, then back up again. As he watched the screen, he started to think back to the fantasies he had. Frotted. Bear hugged. Sat on. Kissed. Jerked. Sniffing. Something about that bear had let loose a side of him that he didn't know what to do with.

It took Samuel about half an hour to cum again. This time his cock pulsed and throbbed as orgasm him it, but only a dribble of cum came out; his previous orgasms had dried him up. He didn't care about that though as the orgasm, with his hand grasping his cock, felt the most correct out of any of them that night. Breathing heavily, he knew that next week he'd be jerking off properly instead of doing whatever silly thing he decided to do earlier in the night.

The afterglow that hit him completely drained his energy and he just sat on the couch for minutes as the playlist continued in front of him. He eventually decided that he needed to go to bed, so he stood up, walked slowly to his bedroom, then collapsed on his bed. He was sweaty, smelly, crotch covered in semen, and needed a shower, but the call of his mattress was so strong that the moment he hit his sheets, sleep took him.

~~

Samuel had spent the weekend enjoying himself for the first time in a long while. With no clients of importance, he was able to lounge around the house, go out and watch a new movie, whack off to some porn, and eat out at a nice restaurant. In his line of work, it wasn't common for him to not be out investigating as there was always a list of clients, so he relished the rare opportunity to relax.

But when he woke up on Monday morning, he instantly knew that something was not right. When thinking of what he was going to do that morning, he remembered who he was investigating – a wolf named Matthew. A wolf named Matthew who he followed to a building where he, and other men, performed erotic wrestling. A wolf named Matthew that, for the previous two days, he had completely forgot about.

He didn't know how he could forget about him. The whole situation that happened on Friday was so crazy, he couldn't understand why he didn't try to follow up on any information that he found. Why didn't he go after that otter? Why didn't he lurk around to find Matthew. Why didn't he return the following day? Why didn't he check the new location? He spent the weekend relaxing when he should have been doing anything else.

He rushed over to where he stashed the business card containing the next location. Picking it up, the texture of the card felt nice between his thumb and index finger as he held it between the two. Flipping it over the see the front, the fox unconsciously exhaled as he read the address, which exited his mind just as quickly as it entered. A small sense of euphoria washed over him, telling him things were okay, telling him that he didn't need to worry about Friday night's, telling him nothing important happens on Friday except for fun.

Stroking the business card between his fingers some more, the fox's cock began to harden as his mind assured him that whatever was troubling him about Friday was less important that the fun he'd have the next time he went there. He turned the business card, faced down, to where he originally had it and groped at his hardening bulge. Before he left home on Monday, he took a quick break to jerk off to more wrestling bears, his new favourite porn fixation.

As the week progressed, time felt like it was moving quicker the closer it got to Friday. Matthew did the same things he always did. Samuel watched as he did those things. The wolf's routine was getting to be boring and, aside from Friday, he was the same as he had been the previous three weeks.

Samuel had been getting text messages from the wolf's wife, asking for any updates on his Friday whereabouts. She wasn't happy that she had mentioned specifically it was Friday that was the issue, and that Samuel had given her updates on nearly every day that wasn't a Friday. He didn't know how to respond back to her. He couldn't exactly tell her that he was too busy jerking off to her husband to get a proper answer, so lied and said he'd promise more info shortly as he was still gathering details.

When Friday came around, Samuel didn't bother trailing Matthew as he knew exactly where the wolf would be headed. Getting the address, and now being able to acknowledge and remember it, he left for the next warehouse to have some Friday fun.

He got to the location earlier than the previous weeks – now with no work to slow him down that day – arriving after only a few dozen cars had already arrived. The fox stepped out of his car and went straight to the back of the line to eagerly wait. The anticipation for what was to come had him, and his dick, excited.

But, before he could get in, he had felt someone's hand on his shoulder, rubbing it. Turning around, he saw the otter from the previous week.

"Hey there," the otter said, "you'll never guess what!"

"What?" Samuel said, allowing the otter to keep caressing his shoulder.

"You," the otter replied, moving his hand to Samuel's chest, "have been selected for a special behind the scenes look at things tonight!"

Samuel enjoyed the sensation of the other man's hand rubbing his chest, his fingers caressing a nipple, making his dick happy with the attention.

"Really?" Samuel replied. "How could I be selected when I haven't even paid yet?"

The otter's hand began to move lower, his touch feeling electric. "You were selected last week and we were hoping you'd come back." He moved closer as his hand reached Samuel's crotch, grasping the hard rod inside. He leaned in close to Samuel's ear and whispered. "Will you accept this offer?"

Rational thought went out the window the moment the hand touched Samuel's crotch. If he was thinking rationally, he'd recognise that it was probably a trap of some sort. His sudden libido increase, his exhibitionist desire to get off next to others, his memory loss. All abnormal things that only started after he watched one of the shows. But right now, his mind is telling him to accept, telling him that a behind the scenes look is perfect for him to gather more info, and telling him that he's in charge and nothing bad will happen.

With a breathy moan, the fox's reply was simple. "…yes…"

"Perfect! Now, come with me," said the otter, walking past the line of waiting men.

Samuel followed closely behind him, the otter occasionally stopping suddenly and causing Samuel crotch to poke him, not that Samuel minded the extra touching. They walked through the opening before exiting though a hard to see door, which lead to concrete walkways that felt very ‘employee's only'. After a couple of turns, and a couple more bumps together, they reached a door with just a star decal on it.

"Just through here, sweety. And I hope to see you later." The otter said, his hand grasping Samuel's ass as he pushed him through the door.

"Yeah, maybe." Samuel replied, looking at the otter as the door shut behind him.

The smell hit his nose before he turned to look at the room. It was a familiar combination of sweat, cum, musk, and masculinity. Turning towards the room, he saw it was a large locker room. Lockers lined the walls. Benches in the centre, with padding on them. Nothing to indicate an adjacent or connected shower area. And large TV set up against one wall.

There were three wrestlers already in the room: the boar from the first week, a lynx he hadn't seen before, and Matthew. They were all dressed in their light blue singlets that hugged their bodies and showed off their already tented crotches.

Samuel walks up to Matthew in hopes of finding something.

"Hey there," he starts to say.

But before he could get another word in, Matthew pulled him into a kiss. As their mouths connected, Matthew's hand went to Samuel's crotch and grasped at his clothed cock. The fox's mind short circuited from the sudden stimulation and he forgot what was going on. He pressed into the kiss and thrust his bulge against the hand, wanting more contact – NEEDING more contact.

The wolf breaks the kiss but keeps a hand on Samuel's crotch, massaging it and ensuring the pleasure continues.

"Take a seat," Matthew says, guiding Samuel to sit on the bench in front of the TV.

Samuel couldn't help but give up control over his body as his lust took control. As long as that hand stayed touching him, he'd follow the wolf wherever he'd go. It took only seconds to get to the bench, but time felt slowed down as the desire within him climbed. Pushed down into the comfy, padded, seat, the fox groans as Matthew dives between his thighs and nuzzles his needy bulge.

He could hear the boar and the lynx talking softly, but he couldn't make out any of the words. Only when the boar stood in front of him and turned on the TV did he hear something briefly before losing him.

"…he looks like he'd be fun to play with…" was all he heard before the boar walked out of vision.

The TV in front of Samuel had come to life and the moans it broadcasted instantly drew his attention.

A video of Brother Bear appeared on the screen. He was sitting alone in a similar locker room to where Samuel was. The bear was also completely naked, lightly sweaty, and jerking off for the camera. The scene instantly captivated Samuel and the world around him disappeared. He wished he was there. He wished he was jerking him off instead. He wished he was licking up his sweat. He wished he was making him feel good.

He had zero reaction as Matthew undid his belt and slid his pants down slightly, revealing his erection in his underwear. The wolf, knowing it wasn't time yet, returned his face to the bulge in front of him, sniffing, kissing, and nuzzling it as Samuel lost himself to the video.

Every part of the bear was perfect and demanded Samuel's lustful gaze. When it zoomed in on his cock, Samuel's mouth watered with a need to taste it. When it zoomed in on his open armpits, Samuel's nostrils flared with a need to breath his scent. When it zoomed in on his paws, Samuel's hands flexed with a need to massage them. As he grunted from his self-pleasure, Samuel relished in the noise he made. Every single one of his senses was commandeered by the bear, and Samuel freely gave them up to him.

As the video continued, Samuel felt himself wanting to service the bear in any way he could – not necessarily but in any way the bear could possibly want. The bear's cock was leaking precum from his handjob, and Samuel wanted to blow him, wanted to frot with him, wanted to get fucked by him, wanted to jerk him. When he laid on his back, lifted his legs and spread his cheeks, Samuel wanted to finger him, to rim him, to fuck his hole and make him sing.

When it came to his face, Samuel wanted to kiss him, to get rimmed by him, to caress his cheek tenderly, to fuck his mouth and feed him cum. When the video panned across his body, Samuel wanted to massage his muscles, lick him clean, huff every inch of him, sick his nipples, to hug him, and he wanted the bear to do all of that to himself too.

The bear was a conductor of pleasure, and Samuel wanted to give up his body to become the bear's instrument to direct. He had never wanted anything more in his life than to be moulded to whatever pleasure the bear wanted at the time. It's what he needed. It's what made sense. He could live his life however he saw fit, but at the end of the day, he'd be a toy for the bear to use. He'd be his fleshlight, his dildo, his cumrag, his musky air freshener. He's fill any role he could.

Lost in his own world, Samuel was brought back down to Earth when a figured blocked his view of the TV and turned it black. It was the ringleader – the raccoon.

"Welcome, Samuel," he said, putting emphasis on the fox's name, "I hope you're enjoying yourself."

"Wha—who're you," said Samuel, his words slurred from the fog of lust still over his mind.

"Me? I'm the leader of this fun little troupe that you've been spying on these last couple weeks. I know you're an investigator, but I'm afraid you investigated the wrong person." The raccoon replied.

Panic began to take hold of the small pieces of the fox's mind that the lust hadn't reached yet. Samuel knew that whatever was about to happen was not something he wanted to stay for. He tried to stand up, but felt a strong pair of hand grasp his shoulders before forcing him back into place. At the same time, he felt Matthew's face return to his crotch, which he didn't notice had left it.

"I'm sorry, but you can't leave yet. As our newest member, you'll need to finish the mandatory training video that everyone else has been through. We can't have them think you're special for skipping it, can we?" Said the raccoon.

"Newest member? Training? But I'm not—" the fox started saying.

"Yes," the raccoon interrupted, "yes you are. You took such a keen interest in my operation, what sort of monster would I be if I denied you the opportunity to get the closest look possible."

"But I don't—"

"That's what you want, isn't it? To be in the ring with the buy guy himself?"

Samuel's mind flashed with an image of standing in the ring alongside the bear. Despite not knowing he existed before this month, what the raccoon had described was like a dream come true for him, and before he could silence it, a moan escaped his lips.

"That's right, Samuel, it's what you want," the raccoon said, turning around to turn the TV back on, his tail flipping around to rest against Samuel's face, "just be a good kit and watch the video and you'll be all set for tonight's debut."

Before Samuel could say anything, or even think to look away, the raccoon ducked out of his view, taking his tail with him. The screen featured Brother Bear again, but this time in his light blue wrestling uniform, his cock already tenting it. The bear was also standing in the middle of the ring, posing and flexing his muscles.

"Hey there, newbie," says the bear the in video, looking up and down as if checking out the viewer, "they didn't tell me that they brought in such a cutie to work with me."

Samuel felt his heart skip a beat as the bear called him cute and couldn't stop a big smile from appearing on his face.

"But why aren't you in uniform yet? Eh, do that after this, okay? It's comfy, horny, and easy for the audience to see…which you probably know already," the bear continues, finishing his sentence with a wink.

The smile on Samuel's face faded as shame filled him. He was still in his work clothes when he should have been dressed in light blue lycra. He hoped the bear would forgive him for his transgression if he dressed later.

"You probably know the drill by now. We wrestle, you cum, I win. Simple enough, yeah?" The bear said, adjusting his tenting crotch.

"…yeah…" the fox replied. His mind imaging himself in the ring in various positions, cumming himself again and again as the bear ultimately dominates him.

"Well, newbie, there's a few more rules that need to be followed, but a good boy like you shouldn't have any issues following them, right?" The bear said, smirking.

Samuel nodded his head as if the video could see him.

"Yeah, you're such a good boy, aren't you? A good boy who follows the rules and doesn't disappoint me." The bear stated.

The words were truth and Samuel kept nodding. He was a good boy and would do whatever it took to prove it.

"First of all, you're mine. When I say ‘hump' you say ‘how hard.' My word trumps all of yours, so you'll have to deal with that. But I'm not the highest in the chain, which would be Tom. While you're not head over heels for that raccoon, I follow his orders, so that means you follow his orders like it's the law," the bear continued., returning to flexing his arms.

Everything made clear and perfect sense to Samuel; the bear was the focus of the group, so it made sense to follow his orders, and the raccoon – Tom – was the boss of everyone.

"Next, what we do here is a PRIVATE business, yeah? If you catch anyone snooping around or trying to figure us out, whether it be at the venues or in your own private life, just inform Tom and he'll deal with it. Hell, he might even let them join us!" The bear said.

Already working a job that requires being private, Samuel understood the need for privacy.

"But just because we need to be private, that doesn't mean we need to be hermits. Life your life as normal, but I don't care what you have to tell others to have them leave you alone – Friday evenings are ours." The bear said.

Samuel smirked. He had already planned on spending his Friday nights here after how amazing the previous week was, so he'd make sure he'd be there every week now.

"And, hell, I don't know, have fun and cum hard? The audience expects a good show, so give ‘em a good show with an explosive finish. Now, go and enjoy the greatest team you'll ever work with! We're all one big happy, horny, family, and we're excited you've joined us!" The bear said, blowing a kiss to the camera as the screen darkens, leaving him with the black image of himself and the wolf between his legs.

It was at that moment when the lynx walked in through the door with a slight wobble in his step, his crotch sticky and wet with cum.

"Howler, it's time," the lynx said.

Matthew gave Samuel's cock a final kiss before standing up and walking away. Before he left, he turned to the lynx. "Training video finished a second ago, so he's all yours."

"Oh, nice!" The lynx said as Matthew disappeared from the room.

The lynx walked over to Samuel. "Hey there, nice to have a new face around here, my name's Bob."

Bob extended a hand and Samuel took it, getting lifted to his feet.

"Thanks, I'm—" Samuel attempted to say before the lynx pushed a finger to the fox's lips.

"Stage names only, handsome, and I know you haven't received your yet," interrupted Bob.

"So ‘Bob' isn't your real name?" Samuel said.

"My guess is it's short for ‘bobcat', but I also give a mean head, so who's to say," Bob said, teasingly. "But now it's time to get your cute butt dressed."

At the mentioned of getting dressed, shame entered Samuel again. He looked back down and saw he was still, unfortunately, in his work clothes.

"Yes…please…" Samuel said.

The pair walked over to a locker and Bob opened it. He removed a single light blue wrestling uniform, similar to his own but without the cumstain. He pretended to hand it to Samuel before pulling away, a mischievous smirk on his face.

"Nuh uh. I want you to strip first. Then you'll get it." The lynx said.

"Strip here? In front of you?" Samuel said, surprised.

"You heard what the video said. We're a happy, horny, family," Bob used a free hand to grasp Samuel's clothed cock, "so you better get used to it." He then removed his hand from Samuel crotch and gestures to his own cumsoaked crotch, "this will be you by the end of tonight, so you might want to throw away that modesty of yours when you're around us."

"I see," Samuel said, swallowing his modesty before stripping out of his clothes.

He took them off slowly, one item off completely at a time. He unbuttoned his shirt to reveal his chest fluff before tossing it to the ground. He turned around to pull down his pants, bending over and letting the lynx get a good view of his rear, before stepping out of them. He teased the other man by pretending to go for his bulging underwear but slipped his hands further down to remove his shoes and socks.

"You tease," Bob commented.

Only then did he wrap his fingers around the waistband of his undies and slowly tug them down. His cock caught onto the waistband and fought against being removed before the fabric slipped over it and cause his dick to slap against his stomach. He then slowly moved his hands down his legs, taking his time before stepping out of his underwear. Once naked, his cock completely hard, he twirled around to show himself off.

"Better?" He asked, reaching out a hand to take the singlet.

"Perfect!" Replied Bob, tossing the singlet at him.

It hit Samuel's face and all he could smell was the lycra suit. He took a couple of deep breaths of it before pulling it away, his face blushing with arousal. The material felt good in his hands, and, by the way his cock jumped as he felt it, he assumed it would feel better when worn.

He stepped into the singlet legs and started pulling the fabric up. He didn't think it would feel so pleasurable as he felt the material start to hug his legs. As he began to pull the singlet up his torso, sealing his erection against his belly, he began to pant with arousal. Part of him wanted to relish in this new sensation, to give in and jerk off already, but he knew he had to put on the uniform and wait for his turn. Taking in a deep breath, he lifted the fabric to as high as it could go and placed the straps on his shoulders, completing the look.

"Lookin' good!" Said a familiar voice.

Samuel turned to see the raccoon, Tom, standing in the doorway.

"It's your time to shine, newbie. Come with me." Tom said.

With an order given, his body started moving before his mind could process what was said, but he didn't mind; he had to follow Tom's orders after all, so if his body followed them first then it was all the same in the end.

Each step he took caused his singlet to rub pleasurably against his cock, and he thought he could cum by that friction alone. Tom, noticing this, acted accordingly.

"No cumming on Friday's unless you've given the audience a good show, or you're confirmed to not be performing. Edging is encouraged, but not required, if you want a more explosive load," the raccoon ordered.

In an instant, the order had settled inside Samuel's mind. As he was performing that night, a mental lock was put up and shut down any possibility of orgasm. And, as edging was allowed, he started to take longer strides, allowing more friction against his horny cock.

"Thanks," Samuel said in appreciation.

"Don't mention it. I'm always here to help when needed," Tom replied. "You ready to face Brother Bear in a match?"

If his ability to cum hadn't been removed, the fox would have cum on the spot just thinking about what he was about to face.

"Oh god," Samuel said softly, "I feel like I'm going to go feral when I meet him."

"No, you won't," stated Tom.

"No, I won't," repeated Samuel, his emotions becoming more manageable.

"We'll have so much more to discuss later, but what you need to know is when you can lose. The beginning is semi-legitimate, so it can go with either of you getting the upper hand. But once BB gets you locked down the first time, he'll give you an out. Take it, exploit it, and lock him down. He'll then escape from you and you'll continue. The next time he locks you down it will be harder to escape. If you escape, then the process will repeat. If you cannot escape, and you've truly given it your all and still failed, that is when you'll cum. Understood?"

Samuel's mind quickly memorised the plan. "Yes," he replied.

"Good! Now, let's get you on stage in a moment," Tom said.

The pair waited off stage. Tom, silently. Samuel, with deep, heavy breaths of arousal. From their position they could make your what was doing, but not the specifics of it. A TV was set up at the side that allowed the pair to watch what was happening, and, more importantly, allow Tom to see when things were over. It didn't take long until Brother Bear had Matthew held over one of his knees, spanking the wolf as he came. Samuel could hear the load moans from where he was standing.

"Wow, ‘Howler' really does fit him," Samuel said.

"Come in when I call you," Tom said, walking into the ring.

"And here I thought we issue our punishments after the show ends," announces Tom as he reaches the pair in the centre.

The audience cheers and moans, and Samuel think that, only an hour or so ago, he was ready to be a part of that audience, and now he gets to have the audience lusting over him. The thought excited him.

"Now how's about you stop disciplining that poor pupper and let him go?" Tom said in a way which could be taken as a command.

The bear's arm was already in mid swing when the command struck, and Samuel could see the moment where his body started to slow down. Instead of giving the wolf a final smack on the ass, the bear's hand gave it a friend pat before helping the failed challenger to his feet.

Due to his bent over position, Matthew's cum was mostly contained to the top of his torso. As he stood up, he used a hand to rub where he was spanked and used another hand to wave to the audience as he slowly limped off stage.

The moment he was completely out of sight, Matthew stopped rubbing his ass and started walking normally. Walking past Samuel, he gave him a friendly wave.

"You'll do great, newbie!" He said.

"Thanks," replied Samuel, waving back.

"And now, a special treat for tonight," Tom's voice echoed, "we have a new challenger hoping to take down the champ. Give it up for Tricky!"

As his new name was called, Samuel began walking on stage while also rolling his eyes at the name. He's a fox, foxes are known for being tricksters, hence ‘tricky'. But he was glad the name wasn't something like ‘Kit' or ‘Sly' – ‘Tricky' was just enough removed that he didn't completely hate it.

The lights were bright and obscured Samuel's vision of the audience, but, going by his two previous visits, there was a thousand or so people staring at him, wishing they were in his place.

He made his way to the centre where he came face to face with the man who had stolen his heart and returned it covered in bear cum. Brother Bear stood in front of him, nearly a head taller, and with an aura of delicious musk from his previous matches. He wanted to dive right into him and worship that body of his, but he knew that he had to wrestle him.

"Tricky here has been training in secret and thinks he has what it takes to take on our dearest Brother Bear here. What do you say about that, BB?" Tom asked.

The bear chuckled. "There isn't a trick that I haven't seen. Maybe I can show him one or two tonight."

"Oohh, tough words. What you do have to say to that, Tricky?" Tom asked, looking at Samuel.

Improv wasn't Samuel's strongest skill. After thinking for a moment, that had almost gone on too long, he replied. "Oh, that would be lovely. Can you show me the one where the big bear submits to the fox?"

"Oh, I like you," replied Brother Bear, grinning.

"You hear that, folks? We have love blossoming on the battlefield!" Exclaimed Tom. "Normally it takes a few plot lines, but I think we're already looking at a potential rivals-to-lovers dynamic, don't you think?"

The crowd was going crazy. Deep in the centre of it, Samuel couldn't hear any individual parts to it, but he was consumed by the energetic vibes of them all.

"Well, wrestlers, I wish you all the best of luck." Tom said, turning around and walking away.

As the raccoon left the arena, Brother Bear and Samuel took position. In addition to his wrestling porn he had watched over the week, he did view a couple actual wrestling matches, so he pretended he knew what he was doing and stuck a pose he had remembered.

"Now," Tom said, elongating the word with his usual flair, "fight!"

The pair charged towards each other and locked their shoulders together, each man trying to topple the other. It was a stalemate of power, but Samuel felt his energy draining a lot quicker. But, before he lost balance, he deliberately pulled himself back.

Brother Bear, expecting equal resistance to what he was putting forward, was surprised to lurch forward completely, causing him to lose footing.

Being quicker on his feet, Samuel darted to the side and grabbed at the bear's arm, pulling it as he moved. The bear's body moved forward, his arm moved backward, and that was enough to send him downward.

With the easy part done, Samuel tried to restrain the big bear as quickly as possible by keeping the arm behind the man and wrapping his legs around his torso. The technique succeeded and the fox found himself with his paws right at the bear's crotch.

Sandwiching them together, he used his paws to massage and tease the bear's cock, his pads and toes gliding up and down across it. The onslaught appeared to be working as the larger man let out grunts as he thrust his hips against the two assailants.

But as quickly as he took down the bear, the bear made his own reversal.

Despite the stimulation he was receiving, he used the thrusting of his hips to get his feet flat against the ground with his waist in the air. With his free arm, he swung an empty punch while twisting a leg, using his body's momentum to flip himself just enough to cause Samuel's position to become awkward, making him lose grip and fall off.

With a speed faster than what his body looked it could achieve, Brother Bear pivoted himself to make distance from Samuel to prevent him from gaining the upper hand. Standing up, the bear saw the fox was still on the ground, so he decided to make his move. He grabbed the smaller man and, using his strength, held him above his head.

Samuel was airborne. He felt one of the bear's hands grabbing the back of his neck, and the other hand grabbing his ass. Brother Bear began to shift Samuel's weight in his grip, preparing to manoeuvre his hand a little more subtlety. The fox felt it happen quickly as the bear dove a couple of fingers towards his ass.

It was the first time he's been intimately touched by the bear, and it was everything he hoped it would be. The strong fingers dove as deep as they could between his cheeks, limited by his singlet's stretch and the bear's hand position. While it wasn't completely touching his hole, an overwhelming desire for it filled him. His body went limp in the bear's grasp as he rode the high he was experiencing.

But something came over him. Even though he wanted to give in – even though he wanted to cum – this was the first time Brother Bear had him, which meant there was a way to escape, which meant he couldn't give up. Against his wishes, his mind started thinking of a plan to escape.

While Samuel's position felt nice, and probably looked sexy to the audience, it relied on him being perfectly still so he didn't tumble to the ground. Performing a similar technique the bear used earlier, the fox lowered his leg before kicking the air hard, then used his body's momentum to twist his body and weaken the grip that held him.

Unsurprisingly, the plan worked, and Brother Bear's hands couldn't keep a grip. Being let go, Samuel braced for impact, hitting the ground and rolling his body, turning it into a stand while making it seem like it was a well practiced move instead of an improvised fumble. They had returned to where they started: a few feet apart, posed, and ready.

Breathing heavily, sweat starting to drip from his body, and his balls churning with a deep need, Samuel charged forward again.

While it looked like a repeat of the opening, the fox dropped to his knees as the last moment, dodging the bear's grasp. With only fractions of a second to react, he tossed his hands upwards and grasped the tented singlet above him. Samuel held in his own moan as he massaged Brother Bear's erection, eliciting a moan out of the bigger man.

It felt warm to the touch, and he needed to use both hands to properly pleasure it. As Samuel pumped his hands up and down, going from base to tip, the stain on the bear's singlet grew as more precum was milked out of him. It made Samuel feel a sense of pride as he visibly saw his effort to pleasure the bear working. However, he didn't consider the fact that Brother Bear does this weekly, and that a handjob with zero effort to restrain wasn't going to end favourably.

Reaching down, Brother Bear grabbed Samuel's hands and yanked backwards. The sudden forced caused Samuel to lurch forward and crash face first into the bear's big bulge. The scent of precum, sweat, and musk was all he could breathe in as he was held in place. And, showing off his own resolve, the bear started go grind his hard-on against the fox's muzzle. Thinking with lust, Samuel opened his mouth to accept the trapped cock that was thrusting against him.

After seeing his opponent's will breaking, Brother Bear knew to end the fight quickly.

He pushed the fox down to the ground. Before Samuel could even react, he positioned himself over him and took a seat on his cock bulge. He used his hands to pin his opponent to the ground so all he could do was flail his feet and stare into his eyes. The bear then started to gyrate his hips, grinding his ass against his plaything's hard, needy, cock. The fox wanted the big bear to submit to him? Then he'd show the man submission on his own terms.

Samuel strained his arms to try and break out of the bear's grip, but he was held down tightly. The bear's weight kept him on the ground and gave him no leverage. Trying to kick the air again and use momentum achieved nothing except to squirm more helplessly against the ass that was riding him. He was well and truly stuck.

And with that thought came release. Samuel moaned loudly as he thrust his hips wildly, wanting as much stimulation as possible. His body has been ignoring that he was at the edge of climax for a while, so once the mental switch was flicked it, he felt it like a tidal wave of pure release. Cum shot forth out of his dick, coating the inside of his singlet with a hot mess. As Brother Bear continued to grind against him, his cum began leaking out and stained the ass of the man above him.

His vision turned to white as pure pleasure coursed through ever fibre of his body. At this moment, he was being used exactly as he wanted: nothing more than a thing for the man above him. And he loved it.

Samuel couldn't tell when his orgasm ended. His next memory was of the ringleader raccoon helping him up as the man who blew his mind posed for his audience as the still undefeated champion. The fox hadn't won, he never was going to, but his place was to ensure the bear wouldn't lose, and he played his job perfectly.

"For such talk, Tricky sure make a big sticky!" Tom booming voice teased.

Looking down at the large stain on his singlet, Samuel enjoyed that truth.

"I'll be sure to take him by surprise next time," Samuel said, breathing heavily with exertion.

"And next time, I might actually put in some effort!" Brother Bear retorted.

"Now now boys. Save it for the locker room. But," Tom looks up at the audience, "what did you all think? Tricky? Thumbs up or thumbs down?"

The audience erupted into cheers of acceptance, and Samuel knew he was going to have so much fun at this place.

"Seems like one or two of them may have enjoyed your performance," Tom said. "I hope you all had a lovely time here tonight. I know we're gonna have a lovely initiation with our newbie here!"

Tom pulled Samuel in close.

"Don't forget to grab details of our next event! Todeloo!" Tom said, escorting Samuel off the stage, Brother Bear waving to the audience as he left as well.

"Holy shit, you're a natural," Tom exclaimed while they walked back to the locker room.

"Really?" Samuel blushed. "I don't know much about wrestling so I can't say how I went."

"Eh, not important. Everyone there just wants to see you cum," Tom admitted, "and you put on a good show."

"I didn't expect you to take me down so quick. You should know that was a genuine takedown and not a fake out," Brother Bear said.

"Really?" Samuel asked.

"Yup. Be proud of at least that," Brother bear said, patting Samuel on the back.

The trio of men reached the locker room. Tom turned the door handle and opened the door slightly before stepped away. Samuel was confused at what might be happening, and then Brother Bear pushed him through the door. As the fox stumbled into the locker room a loud cheer erupted from within. Samuel saw around two dozen men of various shapes, sizes, and species, all clad in the same wrestling singlet. Some erect, some flaccid, some dry, other wet with cum. The one thing they had in common, however, was they were all overloading him with congratulations.

He didn't know who to focus on or who to speak to first. He started to get embarrassed from being the centre of attention. His profession requires some level of not standing out, so everyone focusing on him wasn't something he was used to. The lights in the arena blocked out the audience, so, aside from hearing their groans which he drowned out with his own, this much smaller gathering was much more intimate.

"Hey guys," he said, unable to hide how much he wanted to squirm away.

"Don't be shy!" A voice said.

"Let him by shy. It's cuter!" Replied another, prompting a couple of laughs.

Although he had just had the most mind-blowing orgasm of his life, Samuel felt himself getting aroused, guessing what might be coming up. He looked towards Tom.

"I wasn't lying when I mentioned an initiation," the raccoon said. "Normally we allow people to stay and fuck or go home, and typically this lug takes one, or two, or three, or five of you home with him."

Tom playfully pokes Brother Bear with his elbow, who gropes himself as response.

"The winner needs a prize after all, and what better prize is there than you lot spending and intimate night with him," Tom explains. He claps his hands together, "but, recruiting a newbie is different. For the good of the family, we need you to have a little group bonding time, if you catch me drift."

"Yeah, I figured as much," Samuel said, feeling like a slab of meat surrounded by hungry predators.

"Anything you want to say before we get started?" Tom asked.

"Yeah, I think so. I know everyone wants to fuck, but there's something a little more pressing…"

~~

It was very late notice, and everyone was scrambling to get things done quickly so they could start their fun. With twenty or so men, they had enough hands to grab what they needed within an hour to set things up. After telling Tom about ‘Howler's' wife hiring him to look for her husband, the raccoon agreed that dealing with that was higher priority and they could reward themselves after a job well done.

They had arrived at one of their houses, Samuel thinks it was the ferret, and they got to work setting up the table and rehearsing how they were going to do things.

Samuel was going to stand outside and look through the front window. Inside, Matthew, and some others, would be mimicking playing poker. Samuel would take a picture and everyone would change pose and toss chips around. Another picture, another scene change. Repeat a few times to illustrate the passing of time.

Then they'd repeat the process two more times, keeping some men, changing out others, and everyone changing their clothes. He needed to convince Matthew's wife of something harmless, so the lie he concocted was that her husband went to play poker with some people unrelated to his group of friends. He needed her to believe that it was for fun, no real money exchanged, and sometimes he'd stay up so late he'd fall asleep on at their place.

Since he took too long to give her a proper update, he had to come up with lies about some of the men in the group. Just simple things to make them seem different to Matthew's usual friends, but not enough to raise red flags. After finishing their backstories, and taking all the pictures he needed, he sent everything off to the wife to let her come to whatever conclusions she would. Would she stay? Would she leave? Matthew hoped they stayed together, but for Samuel this was just another job.

"It's sent!" He announced to the room, who all cheered. Some of them were glad the issue was delt with, others were glad they could get their dick wet finally.

"You did good, newbie," Tom said, patting him on the head, "and I think someone wants to take their reward."

Samuel looked behind him and saw Brother Bear naked, his hard cock dripping with desire from a night of denial. Without asking, the bear grabbed Samuel and threw him down onto the table, sending poker chips flying. With a skilled motion, the fox's pants were taken off, leaving him in just his shirt, shoes, and undies.

Using his claws, the bear tore the underwear clean off Samuel's body before spreading open his legs. Brother Bear shoved his face inside the gap and began to lap hungrily at the hole that belonged to him, getting it loose with his tongue and wet from his saliva.

From his side, the otter he had met those couple of times was presenting his cock. Samuel reached out and grabbed it, slowing jerking off the man, enjoying the moans he made.

Brother Bear pulled back from Samuel's ass and stood up. The bear lined up his cock towards Samuel's hole, which wanted nothing more than to be split open.

"I hope you'll enjoy this as much as I will" the bear said, slowly thrusting inside him.

He did.