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The lean-muscled, orange-furred fox stood in the middle of the Beast Wars Wrestling ring, microphone in hand. Beautiful as the intricately designed, bone-based piece of auditory equipment was, it went unnoticed in front of the young wrestler's handsome face.

Fox McCloud was a true lady-killer as well as a man's man. The young playboy's emerald-green eyes were caught between a platinum blond, military-esque mohawk and a devilish grin surrounded by a fluffy white beard. Arguably more impressive than his naturally good looks was his extremely athletic physique.

The young stud came from a long lineage of military men, and it showed. Those taut, white furred chest and abdominal muscles seemed tight as beef jerky, even under the short layer of neatly trimmed fur. The man's limbs were equally taut, especially his thighs, which alongside his bubble-like glutes, served as the wrestler's main source of power. Yes, Fox had a face and body most professional wrestlers and regular men alike would kill for, and he knew it.

"Ahem. My eyes are up here!" The camera was zoomed in on a pair of green wrestling trunks with red Starfox logos on either side. The image of the fox's bulge was replaced by his face as he lowered into a squat. "Hey, I'm talking to you!" He pointed towards the lens and gave a sly grin and a wink. "If you want a piece of the fox downstairs you've gotta take me out on a date first!" McCloud winked at the camera, igniting the swoons of thousands of fans at home, as well as the cameraman who'd been caught ogling the stud.

"Now where was I?" Fox raised from his squat and turned to face the live BWW crowd. "Oh yes, that bunny boy I clobbered last week." Fox slowly strutted towards the ropes before leaning on them casually, like a bar counter. "See, I'm gettin' bored of walking all over these poor, overconfident rookies." That signature, gleaming, toothy grin returned. "I'd like a real challenge, someone who really knows how to wrestle, and has the brass to give me a good, aggressive, tough match. Wouldn't you all agree?" Fox leaned his microphone out towards the crowd, the gesture of course being met with thunderous cheers.

"Only problem is, I've BEATEN every wrestler back in that locker room! Hell I've even beaten some of them outside the ring; I'm talking about you O' Donnell!" Fox chuckled along with the audience. The crowd knew that the two rival ex-pilots had a bit of history together, though neither man ever went into much detail about their past escapades. "So I'll tell you what," Fox continued "if any of you washed up has-beens wants another shot at me, I'm up for round two!" Fox dropped the microphone and waited, leaning against the ropes with his arms crossed.

Just then the lights turned blue, and the sound of a wolf howling echoed throughout the arena, followed by a heavy metal and techno instrumental. A bigger mammal, one every member of the crowd could recognize from a mile away, appeared on the stage.

Wolf O' Donnell was also a beautiful specimen of a man. However unlike Fox's more pretty-boy-esque appearance, Wolf's looks could be better described as rugged, suave, and a little more traditionally "macho." The much older canine sported a beefier physique than his younger counterpart, almost all of which was covered in a shiny silver coat of semi-short fur. The only exception to this was the man's big bushy white-tipped tail and his haircut, the man's white mohawk and beard the same military style as Fox's, albeit a little more unkempt.

"Calling for me by name eh pup? You missed me spanking your ass inside the ring that much?" Wolf spoke into his own microphone, a bitter hint in his otherwise arrogant tone. "You're just an example Wolf, and that's all you'll ever be! Don't flatter yourself." Fox spoke enthusiastically into the mic. Whether Wolf's appearance had been premeditated or not, the younger canine seemed all too happy to see the man. Fox let out an amused chuckle before he continued. "And as I recall, I was the one whooping your tail around this ring time and time again! So I guess that's why you're out here, huh? You looking to prove you still got what it takes to hang with us young bucks?" Fox's grin was bigger than ever as he casually reached down to adjust the bulge in his trunks.

Wolf let out a growl then, the man's authoritative tone coming out. "Listen here pup! I ain't got nothin' to prove to you, or any of these snot nosed, drooling fan-boys of yours." Wolf waved his middle finger around the arena as he spoke. "But what I do want, is another shot at pounding that sweet ass of yours, McCloud." Fox felt his butt-hole pucker at the old, authoritative man's words. "I'm gonna have you all fours, squealing like a piggy as I pound you into the ground, just like your father back in the good ol' days!" Now Wolf was the one grinning, as he dropped his microphone and started strutting towards the ring, leaving Fox looking shocked.

"Uhm, uh, w-what?" Fox spoke dumbly into his own microphone. He had always suspected his father had something intimate with the old wolf. Fox recalled all the pictures of his father James posing next to his then-teammate, Wolf, in their pilot uniforms. He'd always assumed their friendly embraces, the hands around each others waists, were a sort of brotherly hug. Now, as Fox stared at the strutting, musclebound wolf casually groping his own bulge through navy blue trunks, he knew the truth.

It was as Wolf was bending at the waist and entering the ring that Fox got a better look at his long time rival's new gear. The man still wore his classic black eyepatch over his left eye, but that was the only thing that seemed the same. The aforementioned navy blue trunks were adorned with silver polygonal wolf heads on the sides which were undoubtedly a reference to the man's old mercenary team, Starwolf. Unlike Fox, the older, more experienced fighter was wearing matching elbow and knee pads in addition to his boots and wristbands.

Finally Wolf entered the ring and upon doing so, flashed the brightest grin Fox had ever seen on the older man's face. He could see it clear as day on Fox's face, that his words had gotten to the boy. Slowly, confidently, Wolf strode up to close the distance between them, before grabbing Fox's hand, still holding the microphone, and pulled it to his lips. "I can see it on your face, boy. You know the truth now! You know it's only a matter of time before you join your father in a long line of your vulpine ancestors serving their lupine superiors. That's right." Wolf licked his lips as he reached up to tenderly cup Fox's chin in his hand, pulling his face close to the suave older man's as he sensually growled out the final words into the microphone. "Your ass is mine, McCunt."

Fox's mind was hit with a barrage of feelings: embarrassment, betrayal, humiliation, disgust and lust before it finally settled on anger. The younger man growled, pushing his face forward. The two men would have been kissing if it weren't for the bone-based microphone between them. "That's a LIE Wolf, and you know it!" Fox's tail could be seen whipping around furiously behind his muscular green-clad bubble butt. "And I'm gonna prove it, right here, right now! Let's get a ref out here," Fox turned to motion to the officials "so that I can beat your ass in a no disqualification match! When I beat you, you're gonna admit that YOU were my father's bitch, his plaything, not the other way around!" Fox sneered, before Wolf retorted. "You know that's not how it went down, pup! But fine, if I win?" Wolf raised an eyebrow.

"Oh, that's easy." Fox looked around at the audience with a smirk, knowing all too well how much they'd enjoy what he was about to say. "In addition to the stakes of you admitting you're a bitch, you'll get to show it, live, in front of all these people! Loser get's dicked down, right here, in the middle of this ring!" Fox pointed at the BWW mat, staring into Wolf's uncovered, purple eye as the crowd erupted into the loudest applause of the night. The only way the roaring of the crowd could have gotten louder was with the exact three words that followed. Wolf opened his mouth to speak, slowly licking his lips and revealing his razor sharp canines. "You're on, pup!"

By the time the roaring of the audience had died down, a striped shirt clad BWW referee had made his way down to the ring. Both combatants backed up to their respective corners, but didn't leave each others' gaze as they let the ref pat down their gear.

"Watch the cock there, faggot." O' Donnell growled, his purple eye still on McCloud, as he felt the referees hand rubbing thoroughly around his crotch and ass.

Even with his mind swirling, Fox managed to give a wink to the referee as he raised his green boot up to rest on the second rope. With the wrestler's meaty orange and white furred thighs spread wide, it was easy to see the large green bulge flexing in those trunks. Fox chuckled, his signature grin returning as he watched the horny official eyeball and feel him up. Fox rolled his eyes as he noticed the man spending extra time groping his perky bubble butt. "Alright, alright! That's enough. I got a match to get on with!" Fox snorted, feeling that hand rub along his green backside one last time before the official turned and signaled for the starting bell.

With a loud ding, the two wrestlers immediately stepped from their corners and lowered into a half crouch, slowly circling each other in the ring. "I can see it in your eyes, you know. You want to know exactly what it is that kept your father so loyal all those years." Wolf sneered before Fox retorted. "Yeah I do! Couldn't be that baby pecker you've got inside those trunks; that's for sure!" Fox smiled. "Must be that meaty old ass of yours. Can't wait to try it out!" Fox winked, causing a growl of rage to escape from the older man's throat before he lunged forward, tackling the vulpine to the mat.

"You're gonna see my ass McCloud!" Wolf snarled as he raised his fist high, before sending it crashing down onto Fox's face, alternating mounted punches. "You're going to see it as I tie you down and make you watch while I fuck that sweet piece of vixen tail you're always chasing! What's her name? Krystal? A real beauty that one." Wolf practically purred. Now it was Fox's turn to growl as he bucked his hips up, sending Wolf falling forward.

However it was the quick reflexes of the old lupine that saved him from losing offense. Just as the muscledog's grey furred thighs landed on either side of McCloud's head, he snapped his knees shut. Wolf then rolled onto his back and wrapped the rest of his legs around the head of the fox. "Well look at that!" Wolf chimed as he held Fox's face into his crotch. "Looks like you've already learned your place McCloud!" The dominant man then tugged on the fox's ears, adding a bit of pain to the already humiliating head-scissors.

"FRRK YYYW!" Fox's muffled holler vibrated wolf's large navy blue crotch pouch, tickling the older man a bit. Wolf rolled, swiveling his body to the side to prop himself up on an elbow, looking completely relaxed as he scratched his opponent's head with his free hand. "Are you droolin' down there McCloud?" Wolf teased, despite knowing first-hand that the young vulipine's saliva was beginning to soak his trunks.

Wolf listened with delight plastered on his face as he listened to Fox's embarrassed hollers. Finally, the old wolf gave the young competitor a pat between the ears. "All right! All right McCloud. I've decided that's enough of you sucking on my cock... for now. I'm going to let you out of the head-scissors now, but only if you agree not to try anything funny. Got it?" Wolf gave those cute orange ears one last tug, ushering out a "Yrrf." response from McCloud, which wolf took as a yes.

Slowly, Wolf spread his meaty, grey furred thighs, exposing the sweat soaked face of McCloud, who was now visibly gagging from the hold he'd just endured. "Damn kiddo, don't look so disheveled just because of a simple headscissors!" Wolf flashed a devious grin. "Especially because I'm not DONE YET!"

As soon as the words left his mouth, Wolf swiveled his body around so that he was facing the mat. Then, before Fox had a chance to fully recuperate, Wolf reached back to grab a fist-full of that white mohawk and shove the young buck's head between his legs once more. This time, however, Fox's gaze was stuck on Wolf's defined, muscular ass, clad in those skin tight navy blue trunks.

With the fox's head at a low angle between the wolf's thighs, he found himself able to feel the older male's large ball-sack brushing against his lips as he stared at the man's ass. It was then that Fox's embarrassment and anger filled hollers turned into high pitched, panicked screams.

Wolf listened to the sounds of the nearly crying warrior like they were music to his ears. "That's right pup. You know who owns who. Now, weren't you wanting a better look at my ass? Here, let's get you REALLY in there!" Wolf sneered before he bent his knees, raising his calves up over his thighs. The motion sent Fox's head higher up, pressing his face even further into the lupine's trunks. Now Fox could taste the man's ass sweat through his trunks, and the sensation was beginning to stir feelings of arousal within the pup.

"Ungh, hey, what the-?" Wolf gasped out, before his purple eye shot wide open, and a loud groan began to escape his lips. The dominant wrestler's silver body could be seen wiggling as he struggled to stay flat on his stomach and propped up elbows. Finally, O' Donnell snapped as he shouted back at the fox, who was now aggressively eating the other wrestler out through his trunks. "WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING???" The shocked older canine's mouth hung open as he looked over his shoulder. He could feel his asshole getting tickled by the fox's tongue, as well as a repeated sharp sensation in his sensitive flesh as his orange counterpart proceeded to nibble on his anal ring.

"Ohhh. Ohh! Oh FUCK! I'm gonna..." Wolf huffed out faster and faster, before a loud howl finally escaped his lips. The applicant-turned-victim's body could be seen humping into the ring mat. The audience let out a barrage of gasps and cheers. Though it couldn't be physically seen, it was clear as day that the man had just splattered a fresh load of rich wolf spunk all over the inside of his trunks!

Wolf gasped and groaned, but more significantly, relaxed the muscles in his body just briefly enough for Fox to pull free. The younger man gasped for air once more, before rapidly licking the back of his hand to get the taste of the older man's ass off his tongue. "You know, I'm not usually one for rimjobs, but..." Fox panted as he stood, stalking over to the crawling predator-turned-prey. "You taste pretty good. I might just go in for seconds!" Fox chirped as he squatted down, grabbing a fist-full of Wolf's white mohawk and yanked him to his knees.

Suddenly Fox's own padless knees came up to meet Wolf's face in a double knee strike. The impact was hard enough to draw a trickle of blood from Wolf's nose before his body landed back-first onto the mat. Fox followed up immediately, seizing his opportunity for offense by unleashing a barrage of stomps into the lupine's soft furred abdomen.

The impact of each strike had Wolf grunting and flopping before he sat up, and raised his arms to block his midsection. Fox quickly bypassed the man's guard by swinging a kick at that already damaged nose, knocking Wolf flat once more. The assailant then walked over to pick the wolf up by the mohawk. "Get up Wolf. Playtime's just starting!" Fox chimed before reaching down and snaking his hand between those meaty, silver thighs and grabbing a hand full of that still semi-wet ass. Fox flexed, lifting the man across his chest before turning him upside down and slamming him back-first into the mat. Fox repeated this process a couple more times, each body slam causing grunts of gradually increasing volume to escape Wolf's lips.

"I... I can take this weak shit all night!" Wolf gasped out between slams. "I know." Responded Fox smugly. "And you will next time you challenge me, but lucky for you, I'm looking to put on a quick SQUASH match tonight!" With that, Fox reached his hand between those thighs and grabbed a hold of that big blue ass once more. However, this time he didn't slam the man down. Instead, Fox charged towards the corner and slammed the upside down man back-first into the turnbuckle pads. Fox followed up by trapping Wolf's ankle behind the upmost pad, leaving him hanging upside down in a Tree of Woe.

"Ugh, what the hell?" Wolf grunted as he tried to reach up and free his boot from it's awkward confines. "Shut up!" Fox barked before stepping onto Wolf's chin, silencing the man while using him as a stepping stool. Fox climbed up to stand on the second ropes, gripping the third as he looked out into the hushed but intently gazing crowd of this week's show. Fox flashed an all too familiar grin, his right ear twitching as he decided to raise the volume in the arena.

"What're you up to McCun-ugh. UHH!!!" Wolf's words were cut off, spit flying from his mouth. That purple eye opened fully as Fox's green boot pressed down into his taint, with the heel of the vulpine's boot leaning ever so slightly into his crotch. "I'd say 'I hope you're not planning to have sex anytime soon,' but, you know! You're kind of going to be getting bare-backed here in a few minutes!" Fox chuckled out loudly, before leaning his heel further into Wolf's bulging nut-sack.

A loud howl escaped Wolf's lips as Fox increased the pressure and began to bounce with one foot still on the ropes, Wolf's howls soon turned into agonized screams. Fox took a moment to savor the older man's cries before they were drowned out by the sounds of the now roaring crowd.

"Oh GOD, FOX, PLEASE!" Wolf suddenly sounded like he was going to burst into tears. "T-Take your god-damn foot off of my NUTS!" Wolf punctuated the sentence with a whimper.

Fox responded to Wolf's plea by standing on one foot, putting all of his weight down onto the man's unprotected testicles. The victim let a loud, wailing cry, his voice cracking before tears began to leak from his eye.

Finally Fox let out a satisfied sigh and jumped off, landing with a soft thud onto the mat. He then leaned into the corner and nonchalantly released Wolf's boot from it's trapped position, letting the crying man's body fall to the mat with a thunk.

"Ugh, UGH, oh GOD McCloud I think you might've popped one!" Wolf whined as he kneeled, reaching up to cup his injured manhood. "Serves you right." Responded McCloud, placing his hands on his hips. "You've grown too big for your britches, Wolf! It's about time someone crushed 'em down to size." Fox smiled, knowing he hadn't put enough weight on the man's eggs to do any permanent damage. What he didn't count on, however, was Wolf's resilience.

"Ugh, I think we might need to call off the match!" Wolf panted as he reached up to grab onto Fox's hips by the trunks, slowly helping himself up into a kneeling position. Fox rolled his eyes at the man before opening his mouth to respond, only to have his weight get swept out from under him. Wolf quickly tucked each of Fox's legs under his armpits and rotated, stepping over the youngling's body as he squatted down. Despite the pain radiating throughout the growling Wolf's body, he still had the resolve to lock on a Boston crab! Now the question on the mind of all audience members was: could he keep it up long enough to get McCloud to tap out?

"Awoo! Eh. Fuhhck..." Wolf winced between pants, before clearing his throat and resolving to make his voice sound a bit more confident.

"That's the first, and last, dirty shot you'll ever take on me McCunt!" Wolf punctuated the sentence by squatting deeper, the man's big blue ass now hovering inches above the small of Fox's spine.

Now it was Fox's turn to grunt. "Yeah, well, I owed you for last time, and the time before that..." The vulipine panted, using his elbows and beginning to crawl towards the ropes. As Fox's body raised so too did Wolf's, the bigger man's ass getting raised as he started to lean forward due to Fox slowly hauling them both backwards. "You... You're gonna tap, McCloud! I swear it! This will finally be the time that I BEAT YOU!" Wolf roared with newfound determination as he powered McCloud back towards the center of the ring and sat down on the youngling's spine, arching it even further.

Fox let out his first loud, pained grunt of the match and finally it seemed the match was beginning toward the outcome the audience expected. Both fighters had always been quite similar in stature but with key differences in experience, technique and strategy. In their eyes, it was only a matter of time before Wolf bested the vulpine.

"Your back... ugh... is kinda comfy McCloud!" Wolf sucked in a deep breath, finally beginning to relax his breathing even with the heavy pain still radiating from his groin. It was then that Fox began to feel the bigger canine's bushy, silver and white tail thumping against the back of his head. "Aw fuck." Fox grunted, his own eyes wincing now as his body was bent into a c-shape. The fox had always been flexible, but he knew this was pushing the line!

Suddenly Fox's grunts were interrupted by his own confused groan, as Wolf spat a fat loogie onto the younger mammal's bulging crotch, jutting out from between the pup's white furred thighs. "Look at those little nuts of yours McCloud." Wolf taunted with a growl, even as he took mental note of the vulpines impressive size. "So pathetic! Honestly I'm doing you a favor by finishing what I started in our last couple matches." Wolf grinned devilishly, before dropping one of the pup's legs and reaching for that rounded green bulge.

However, Wolf's grey fingers barely had time to rub along the surface of those swollen trunks before Fox's free boot came whipping back up into the lupine's face. Wolf let out a loud whine as he fumbled backwards, clutching at his rebleeding nose. The oblivious fighter then stumbled over the body of his orange furred opponent and crashed to the mat, snorting and mewing in pain.

"Sorry Wolf." Fox growled as he stood to his feet, grabbing the man by the hair once more. "But I told you the first time I whooped your ass. I'm the alpha, and you're the omega! Only this time, you're going to admit that was the case with my father, too!" Fox bellowed as he began to unleash his full strength onto Wolf. That orange hand grabbed at that perky blue ass once more and scooped the man up. However this time, instead of body slamming or diving into the corner, Fox went for a new submission. "I've always been known as the flexible one between us Wolf, but I've always wondered, how flexible are YOU?" Fox yelled before slamming Wolf's back down hard across his knee. The purple eye of the victim was seeing stars as that beautiful, taut, silver furred abdomen was stretched upward over the young man's knee.

Fox ignored Wolf's increasingly loud gasps and grunts of pain as he shimmied the man's back across his knee. Finally Fox felt it connect with the sweet spot: the small of Wolf's back, indicated by the groove just above the man's ass. "Ah man, what the hell is this?" Wolf shouted as he tried to sit up, only to have Fox's hand come down on his chin, pressing his head towards the mat.

Fox's eyes raised up as he recalled the name of the hold. "Well, it's called an over-the-knee backbreaker, if you want to get technical. But for you, we'll call it the Wolf-breaker!" Between deep grunts of pain Wolf managed to cackle out. "Awh, ugh, that's so, ugh, sweet! Thinking about me even when you, ugh, come up with the name of your new finishing move!" Wolf's tail gave a little wag of mock gratitude. "Hah! You think THIS is my finishing move? This is just my signature, baby!" Fox said as he raised the hand that wasn't on Wolf's chin sky high, and began to rain it down onto the wolf's tightly stretched, grey furred abdomen bricks. Each shot resulted in a deeper and deeper grunt from Wolf, which soon turned into groans, and eventually moans as his body began to bruise. Finally, Fox slid his hand down to the mans blue bulge and gave it a squeeze, before pressing down with all of his force. With one hand on the man's chin and the other tightly gripping that injured fatsack, Wolf's body was nearly bent into the shape of an upside down U over Fox's knee.

"OKAY! OKAY!!! OH GOD, MCCLOUD YOU'RE GONNA POP EM! FINE! I FUCKING GIIIVE!" Wolf howled out to the roar of the crowd. Though the grizzled old jobber's defeat at the hands of his young, fit and handsome rival was foreseen by almost everybody, it was the particularly dominant way that Fox ended the match that sent the crowd over the edge. Never before had they seen someone get bent so brutally, or come so close to losing their marbles, let alone at the same time.

Fox picked the crying, mewing man up by that mohawk one last time and stood him on wobbly legs. He took his hand off the man's hair signal for a microphone, before raising Wolf's arm high for the crowd. "Everybody give it up for Wolf! He gave an amazing fight!" Fox pointed at the dazed, pain stricken victim wobbling beside him with his microphone still in hand. The crowd gave Wolf a standing ovation. Despite the man's losing streak against his rival, it was always nice to see that his determination never withered, and he gave every match his best. In a way very unusual for a heel, his performances were always inspiring.

"Now with that said, you all paid for a full show tonight! It would be an awful shame for you to go home tonight without seeing the finishing move of your favorite superstar, the Fox-rack!" Suddenly the cheering stopped, as Wolf felt Fox's hand gripping tightly on his white mohawk. Wolf screamed as he was yanked backwards, with Fox squatting down before lifting the man up in a hair-pulling, crotch-grabbing variation of the torture rack.

The audience grew silent, shocked and astounded at Fox's post-match ruthlessness as Wolf's screams became the only sound in the arena. Suddenly Fox's hand reached up, clamping Wolf's mouth shut as he proceeded to squeeze the man's already bruised balls. "Shut the hell up you washed up mutt! I'm in charge here! I'm the victor, and I always will be, just like my father before me!" Fox growled, and for the first time in his BWW career, the handsome young vulpine started to receive boos.

The sounds were quiet at first, with only the occasional crowd member speaking up about the excessively cruel way that Wolf was being punished. However more audience members joined in as they saw Fox begin to flex and bend the Wolf harder, once more turning his body into the shape of an upside down U as he yelled out. "SAY IT WOLF! SAY MY FATHER OWNED YOU!"

Wolf's howls were dying in volume, the man's energy fading as his back began to crack lightly from the sheer pressure of the agonizing hold. "I... I was his bitch!" Wolf yelped out, his voice cracking even further than before. "LOUDER! I CAN'T HEAR YOU!" Fox hissed, giving those balls a squeeze.

"I WAS JAMES MCCLOUD'S BITCH! I let him do everything to me! I sucked his cock, I took it in the ass, and I loved every second of it!" Wolf's body began to spasm as memories of his past came flooding back. This sensation, mixed with the tingling feelings of pleasure and pain radiating throughout his body, caused the man's body to clench. "I WAS YOUR DADDY'S BITCH!" Wolf whined earnestly as he began to shoot rope after rope of thick breeding syrup all over the inside of his trunks.

Fox let that signature grin return to his face, ignoring the now loud boos of the crowd as he let Wolf's limp body fall to the ground with a heavy thud. Fox strutted over to the dropped microphone, adjusting his growing manhood as he did so. He then bent slowly at the waist, giving the usually adoring audience a show of his perky green glutes before he snatched the mic and brought it to his lips.

"What was that MUTT?" Fox feigned clearing wax from an ear with his pinky before he dropped down into a squat. "You didn't have a microphone so it was kind of hard to hear. Repeat what you just told me." Fox smiled in pure delight as he picked Wolf's blood, tear and sweat stricken face up from the ground and forced to mic to his lips.

"I... I was your father's bitch, McCloud." Wolf stammered between quiet whimpers of pain. "That's right!" Fox ruffled Wolf's head-fur. "And now, you get to become my bitch too! I mean, don't get me wrong, those make-out sessions we used to have back when you first joined BWW were fun, but now we're finally going to go all the way! It's funny, it's almost like a family tradition, stretching out that easy old cunt you call an ass! It's gotta be pretty loose by now huh?" Fox feigned curiosity towards the humiliated old wolf. "Well, it's about to get a lot looser!" Fox beamed before he dropped Wolf's head to the mat and stood, dropping his trunks.

It happened so fast that many of the BWW fans weren't quite sure what they were seeing at first. Fox had never been nude in the ring, despite the long-term complaints of most fans. Nevertheless, it seemed that the man's passion for dominating his long time rival and father's ex was enough to finally free him of his modesty. Fox may have been in the process of turning heel, but the young, naked stud had never received so many cheers in his life!

Below the lean muscled, orange and white furred 6 pack rested a white furred sheath, now sporting a seven inch, pink erection. Fox fondled his own fluffy white balls as he strolled around to Wolf's hind quarters. Fox smashed his still booted foot onto the back of Wolf's head, vertically doing the splits, in a lunging position, as his hips lined up with the back of the older man's trunks. With a victorious sneer and a swipe of his clawed index finger, Fox sliced a single slit down the middle of the back of Wolf's high quality, navy blue trunks. "I'd take your trunks off so we can all see those shriveled, bruised old nuts of yours bouncing around as I rail you, but I kind of like the way you look in your panties, Wolf." Fox chimed as he lined up his cock with Wolf's now semi-exposed asshole. "Besides, I kind of like knowing I'm the only one who gets to see you fully naked." Fox stated nonchalantly as his swollen prick began to invade Wolf's clenched asshole, causing a howl to escape the latter.

Fox winced a little, though not nearly as bad as Wolf, as he had a tough time fitting himself all the way inside of the older mammal. "Damn you're actually pretty tight!" Fox hissed before he finally bottomed out with a lust-filled groan. "Must be all those glute exercises you do to keep this perky ass in tip-top shape!" Fox punctuated the compliment by smacking one of Wolf's spandex-covered butt-cheeks.

"Now we'll just sit here and let your body adjust. I can at least give you that." Fox cooed as retracted his leg from the man's head and kneeled comfortably behind him for a moment. The victor then leaned forward to rest his chest atop the grey-furred back of his long time rival and newfound lover. "I can feel your heartbeat." Fox cooed as he gently licked at the scruff of Wolf's neck. Despite the agony he was in and the fact he had blown his own load so few minutes ago, Wolf felt his own cock beginning to swell once more. "Oh fuck..." The screwed pooch whispered, to which Fox responded with a loving lick to the man's cheek and a chuckle. "Oh fuck is right babe. I'm gonna fuck you until your mouth is permanently stuck in an o-shape, HAHA!"

With that, Fox began to rock his hips, slowly at first, but within minutes the fit young athlete was piston-fucking his fallen opponent in the all too appropriate, doggy-style position. Each thrust caused the fat on Wolf's ass to jiggle inside his trunks, creating a heavy smacking sound before Fox reached down and gave that bulge a teasing pinch. Wolf let out an agonized cry despite his nuts beginning to churn up a second load, and he wasn't the only one.

Beast Wars Wrestling had a policy allowing public masturbation within their centers due to the extremely erotic nature of some of their content, a fact which really showed tonight. The majority of the crowd was either stroking themselves through the fabric of their clothes or openly, with some of the front row viewers already covered in a load of their own jizz, and going for seconds, or even thirds.

It seemed everybody in the arena was having the time of their life through sexual release, except for one man. "OH GOD FOX PLEASE, SLOW DOWN!" Wolf's eye was red with tears, his words barely heard over the thunderous, harsh slapping of Fox's hips into his own. Fox ignored the man's cries as he rose from his kneeling position and replanted his boot atop Wolf's head, this time rotating his hips so that he could squat evenly above that perky, upturned ass. The large muscles in Fox's meaty ass began to truly come into play as he began to savagely squat-fuck his frantically moaning adversary.

Fox sneered as he looked down, seeing the blubbering man begin to drool around his boot. "That's it Wolf, give in, and enjoy yourself! Even if it is kinda hard after admitting you were nothing but my father's tool for all those years! But hey, at least in this new position, my nuts won't be knocking into yours anymore! It feels kind of good, resting 'em on this fat cushion you call an ass cheek!" Fox grinned. "I'm really too kind, being all gentle with you like this." Fox proceeded to dig his boot further into the lupine's face.

The relentless pounding continued for twenty minutes. These minutes went by all too quickly for the majority of the crowd, though for Wolf they were the longest twenty minutes of his life. Finally, Fox's breathing became shallow along with his thrusts."Oh yeah! OH YEAH, HERE IT COMES!" Fox shouted, ears flattening to his skull as he began to bounce wildly. "I'M GONNA FUCKING FLOOD YOU BITCH!" Fox screamed before his white furred nut-sack drew up close to his body, and he began to squirt glob after glob of fresh vulpine seed straight into the used asshole of his new favorite fuck.

It was after a few more moments of exhausted, slow squats, that Fox finally pulled out of his spent adversary. The victor watched as his used and abused opponent's second load leaked out from his trunks to mix with the new load dripping from his stretched asshole.

"Damn Wolf, that was a great match!" Fox said casually as he tucked his cock back into his trunks, and began to dust the dirt off of his fur. The fox paid no mind to the face down moaner with the gaping asshole as he strolled out of the ring and walked over to the announcer's corner, grabbing an object he'd placed there before starting his promo tonight. He grabbed another microphone before he made his way back into the ring and walked to stand over Wolf. "Well, Wolf," Fox spoke into the microphone as he squatted. "I'd say this was a real hard fought match that could have gone either way, but it wasn't." Fox ignored the boos of the spent crowd members. "You see, I know the truth about you Wolf, and that's the real reason I fought you dirty tonight. I know you're a glutton for punishment, a real PAIN-SLUT." Fox growled out the last two words. "That's why I got you this!"

Fox raised his hand to reveal the object he was holding to the audience: a spiked, black leather dog collar with a golden nameplate reading "McCloud's Pup." The squatting man proceeded to roll Wolf's spent, all but unconscious body onto it's back, and locked the collar in place around the defeated lupines neck.

"Well would you look at that!" Fox smiled, looking out at the booing audience, ignoring all the thumbs down he was getting from his cruel, cocky display. "I don't know about the rest of you, but I don't think Wolf has ever looked better!" Fox cackled before he reached down to tug Wolf to his wobbly legs by the collar, and finally hoisted his body up in an over the shoulder carry. Fox placed a hand on the big, blue, cum-dripping pair of ass cheeks next to his head as he flashed the audience his signature cocky grin and spoke the last lines of the night into his microphone.

"Well that's all folks! You've been a wonderful audience, as always! Drive safe! Now if you'll excuse me," Fox turned and made his way out of the ring, tossing Wolf's body to the outside like trash before rehoisting it on his shoulder. He calmly walked up the ramp, keeping the audience in suspense of his post-match plans, though they seemed clear as day to anyone watching.

Finally, Fox stopped on the stage and turned to face the audience, claws digging into Wolf's meaty ass cheek as he raised the mic up to his lips one final time. "I've got quite a bit of lost time to make up for." Fox grinned, before dropping the mic, and heading to the back, prize in hand.

END