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IronBreaker is standing in an area backstage. His bomberjacket lays haphazardly across a nearby bench, his bandolier beside it. He stretching himself, arm outstretched and pulling his legHe hears a noise from behind him and springs to his feet, alert and ready for action. There's a *whip* sound that crackles the air and then IronBreaker is thrown back, emitting a loud growl as he's whipped onto the ground, arms bound to his sides by strong ropes jus like his legs.

"Oi! Would you looka dat'! Seems I caught myself a big ol' beastie!" Out of the corner comes Hunter, a devious smirk on his face as he leers down at the squirming orc.

"Tsk! Couldn't wait until we fought!? I'll skewer you!"

Hunter scoffs even as eyes canvass the entirety of IronBreaker's form, slowly traveling down the orc's heaving chest and onto the jutting bulge between his legs. "Heh. That's awfully cheeky of ya, considering the state yer in."

He flips IronBreaker onto his back, and then let's his hand roam the entirety of his form. "Mighty impressive body you got there orc. Musta seen a hellava lottafights..." He lets his sentence dangle as his hands slide down the front of IronBreaker's chest.

The orc's panting gasps abruptly cease as he feels Hunter's hands on his pouch. "Don't know what you're planning but dat's against the -uuaahh!"

"Didn't say I was gonna bring ya over the edge big guy." Hunter snickers as he gripes and kneads IronBreaker's meatsac. "Though if data what yer be wantin..."

Indeed, IronBreaker's cries start to ebbs, his hips rocking into the huntsman's hands. His lurid cries tamper off into lusty moans in time with the rising tent in his tights. He barely registers Hunter straddle his chest, briefly looking up at the sudden loss of sensation to his lower half. Then the fox puts one hand back onto it and another onto his chest and he throws his head back with a moan, forgetting his earlier woes.

"I thought you'd like that beastie!" Hunter coos, as he lets his hands rock and roll the writhing orc beneath his legs. "Been a while since you've gotten any, hasn't it? That's part of yer routine I guess."

IronBreaker is too far gone to hear him, most of,his mind and sensation having traveled downward into the rising mount between Hunter's cheeks. He bucks as he feels himself growing, his cauldrons bubble. A hazardous peeks sees the fox lean in close to him, minty-fresh breath against his face.

"And if dis rocks yer world..." Hunter lens in even further, until his breath tickles the greenskin's ears. "...just wait until we're in the ring."

As if in queue a voice blares overhead, calling for both IronBreaker and Hunter to come to the ring, and that they've a match to get to. Hunter jumps up, hands up, a whimsical 'sorry-for-ya' smile to IronBreaker's roars of protest. He was _sooo_close...

"Sorry big fella. But dems the rules." Hunter winks down at the raging orc. "Don't wait too long in getting up." His booted foot bucks into the orc's raging hard-on, and he turns a smiling face to the bound man's get led cry. "Excuse me..."

Hunter chuckles of bemusement ring in IronBreaker's ears, even as the fox moves beyond the massive double doors and into the back room proper, leaving the bound and panting orc to struggle against his impotent rage. Going to be match suddenly doesn't seem like a good idea...

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IronBreaker's slow in making it to the ring, which the announcers are quick to notice: his light blue tights hold a larger bulge than the meaty pouch they usually hold, and made for excellent commendations when they strain on the ropes as he climbs into the ring, grunting between his tusks as it catches on the ropes.

He sees Hunter opposite him, leaning in the corner with a shit-eating grin on his face. "Nice o' ya ta join us ol' boy." The fox sneers from his perch. The visibly swollen mass swaying between his legs says a lot about how he feels about it. "For a moment there I was worried yer wouldn't show." He smiles as he lets his gaze fall downward. "And wouldn't dat have been a shame."

The fox's bravado earns a grunt and a glare from the beefier IronBreaker, whose eager to get this match on the way... and to stuff that cocky fox's mouth full of his co-

"Attention everyone! This will be a free-for-all, anything goes. Pitfalls and submissions count anywhere! Are you ready...? Let's get it on!!!"

IronBreaker rushes out of the corner, bloated need lending him towards force and foolishness, roaring angrily at the fox as he rapidly closes the distance between them.

A single sidestep has Hunter out of the corner, and sees the charging orc screeching to a half mere inches from the post. IronBreaker quick yip as Hunter slaps his ass, and he turns snarling to see the fox smirking at him.

"I couna help myself," he quips, as he does a mocking little dance and waves his open palmed hand. "You left yerself wide open."

IronBreaker snarls again, showing gritting teeth and tusks, but does not charge, opting to instead circle Hunter, who does the same, ever-present smirk and all. Silently the orc hopes that the fox hasn't noticed how much the solitary slap has affected his already rising lusts, but he rather suspects that it has. All the more reason to finish the match as soon as possible.

He jukes him out, the fox making a show of twitching back and snapping into place like nothing happened. He does this several more times,p. Irritation mounts within IronBreaker, his lusts and the effort to suppress him sapping him of his strength and keeping him from recognizing the obvious ploy for what it is.

The orc rushes forward, snarling, towards Hunter, who slides out of the way, but not before tripping him. IronBreaker falls to the mat, just catching himself from hitting completely but not to keep his bulge from grazing the canvas. IronBreaker let's out a solid moan as a involuntary shiver courses through his muscle-bound form, providing an opening for Hunter to haul him onto his feet by his ears and run him headfirst into the nearest turn post.

IronBreaker's head smashes into the post several times before he fights the hand on his head off and slumps forward in a daze. Hunter pulls him off the turnpost and flips him around, raising his hand to deliver a series of viscous chomps to his chest, his free hand pushing the orc back into the corner whenever he tries to escape.

Hunter let's IronBreaker go free and a viscous cross-arm chomp, and follows the orc as he stumbles into the ring. He pinches the orc's brawny shoulders, gradually pushing him onto his knees. IronBreaker let's out a sigh of relief when Hunter pulls his hands away that gradually morphs into a lusty moan as the fox pressses the roc's head into his own swelling green bulge.

"Aye. Figured ya'd like that, ya big ol' beastie." Hunter sneers, as he works his hips about. "Looks like dere's more than one way to break yer iron, innit?"

Hunter scoffs when IronBreaker gives him a lusty grunt in return, his earlier erotic assault having the appropriate effect on the old orc. Hunter let's out a brief hitch between his teeth he hopes IronBreaker hasn't heard, the entire match having stirred him up something fierce. He knows that he's not as packed as IronBreaker, so he wants to follow through with his plan without something happening.

A sharp jab to his bulging pouch sees his plan unfold just as he bends over, knees hobbling together and eyes crossing as his hands fly to cover the bulge he can feel that were just juiced.

IronBreaker pulls himself up, and grabs Hunter by the neck and hoists him into the air. "Not so cocky now are ya?" He turns the moaning fox around, eyeing his bulge and ass with obvious hunger. "Ya won't be needing these!!" He growls, as he tears away Hunter's trunks, the fox's large dripping cock flopping half-erect between his knees as his bubbly ass bounces from the sudden sensation

IronBreaker brings the fox's cock to his face and sucks it into his mouth. The fox starts to writhe as the orc begins his oral assault, his masked face rapidly contorting from the onslaught of sensations and emotions the elder greenskin's skills are inducing within him. The match, the pre-game blue balling, and the rising lusts attributed to his own domination and subjugation serve to quickly drive the fox over the edge; throwing his head back with a mighty roar he cums, hard and fast into the roc's mouth, the plentiful seed sliding down his gullet and into his stomach proper.

IronBreaker has a smirk of his mown as he pulls away from the semi-placid dong and turns a panting Hunter around to face him. "It's always the loudest ones who're fall from just a simple blowjob. Through I'd like to say that it's my skill than anything else."

Hunter says nothing, panting with a lopsided smile on his face. "What? You ain't got something to say?" He scissors at the fox's singular mutter. "Thought so." With that he releases Hunter, letting he fox fall onto his feet, and start a steady collapse onto his knees, his head sliding onto and going down IronBreaker's musclegut before settling against his thigh.

THe old orc chuckles as he moves to hold the fox's head where it's at. "Hehe yeah. That's right where you belong." He wiggles his own twitching package. "And would you look at that? There's someone waiting to see you. But you'll have to be a good boy first."

Hunter says nothing as IronBreaker pulls him up to his feet. "Think you can manage that?" He asks, as he leans his face closer to Hunter's. "Can you be a good boy?" He doesn't give the fox a change to respond, stealing the fox's lips with a kiss. A thick green hand cups the fox's chin, the other sliding behind his head to keep him in place. IronBreaker pushes his body against him, smirking against surprisingly tender lips as the fox picks up on his silent que and wraps his trembling arms around the orc's body, gasping his acquiesce against the orc's lips.

IronBreaker smiles and pushes against the fox. He lets the hand holding Hunter steady fall down onto the small of his back as he starts to push him around the ring, using his body to give the hirtruse fox gasping against his lips dominant pushes to show him who is in charge. Oh he'll have fun with this one! Not just in the ring either.

The orc starts to edge the fox into the corner, the vulpine's semi-placid clock smeering precum all over his bright blue tights. He pushes the fox against the turnpost as his hand falls further still, clasping onto and grabbing a heaping handful of hairy bubble-but. The gasps against his lips grow in number as the hand roaming his back travels down, descending onto the small of his back and into his tights, where they grasp hungrily on his own meaty cheeks.

IronBreaker chuckles against Hunter's lips; the fox is still far too uppity. He bucks his hips hard against Hunter's, enticing a gasp even as his thigh batters he fox's hairy testicles, and draws a shot of pre from the fox's defeated cock.

Orc and fox hips rock into themselves, as heated grunts and moans pierce the audience's roars. Hunter's hands shift and begin to lower IronBreaker's tights. The orc lets him, emitting a single grunt of aquiesque as the tights are lowered down his tremendous thighs, to his calves and to the heels of his wrestling boots, and kicking them away with great relish, leaving the bulging white speedo to press needily against the fox's midsection.

IronBreaker's hands start to roam the fox's back, hungrily, angrily, and eagerly exploring the latter's every inch with a neediness borne from his overwhelming desire. The Hunter's hands on the orc's meaty cheeks subtly press him forward, the fox gasping slightly as he feels the bulging blue pouch press against his hairy mansac. The orc chuckles at the sudden boldness, too far gone to do more than promise to admonish the fox later for his presumptuous as he presses himself eagerly against the fox's flesh.

The fox surprises him not by pushing back, but by sliding his hands around the bridge of his tiny speedos to his front, where he lightly and firmly grabbed and gripped his bulging breadbasket, enticing a heaty moan from the needy greenskin. His own hands freeze on the hunter's shoulders, a subtle bit that the fox sees as permission to bring his own cock into his hands and knead both at the same time.

A shivering gasp escapses IronBreaker's mouth as the sudden influx of new sensations threaten to overwhelm him. He grips the fox's shoulders harder, though tremors now course though his hands, and pulls the fox, and his magic hands, closer to him, their upper-chests brushing against each other as his hips buckle and bounce under the foxs touch.

IronBreaker feels the fox start to move, and move him, flipping their positions. He starts to fight back but the fox's hands are so good. And he himself can still fight. So he allows himself to be turn and be pressed into the corner. After all, he can always punish the cheeky fox later.

Hunter leans in for a kiss, his lips easily sliding between the roc's willing tusks, and sealing their lips together. IronBreaker uses his tongue to force his way into the fox's mouth and subdues the latter's own tongue to show him who's still in control. As he does this he slides his meaty green hands onto the hunter's shoulders and slowly but firmly presses down.

Apparently the hunter knows what's up, as he accepts his order with nary a grunt but a series of kisses that descend down the orc's brawny front, between his pecs and down his expansive chest to his bulging blue breadbasket, which he kisses and nuzzles.

"Fuck yeah." The orc gasps huskily, as he throws his head back and closes his upward-facing eyes in apparent bliss. "You know your place."

IronBreaker's hips start to rock into the fox's face, homing in on the his bulge-kissing lips. The fox's hands move up and down the orc's meaty legs, with the same force and relish as the orc has given the fox's own body. All throughout this IronBreaker's head is rolled back, the softest gasps of pure pleasure echoing from his mouth.

He feels the hunter's hands pulling down his speedo, and slightly gasps as the air hits his cock. IronBreaker glances down to see a dollop of precum hit the canvas and he raises his eyes to meet then hunter's. "Clean that up." Comes the order, in a voice mixing authority with raw sexual need. The fox wordlessly complies, lowering himself to lick the errant emission from the floor. He draws his tongue across the canvas, onto the orc's bright boots and up his thighs, until he again reaches his bulbous scan which he greets with not his tongue but with a gentle kiss that sends shivers through IronBreaker's form.

The orc knows he's probably shot some more but the fox's shown that he knows his place so there's no need to make him clean that up too. Especially when he's going to have more than his body can likely handle real soon.

Scenes of a bloated hunter laying shivering at his feet as the crowds sing his praises fill IronBreaker's mind as he throws his arms across the ropes and throwing his head back just enjoys the fox's surprisingly skillful ministrations. He gasps as the hunter plants his lips on his sac and starts to suckle lightly, his legs quivering to either side of the fox. IronBreaker grips the ropes and grunts as those same lips rain kisses across his leaking cock, each one lingering just long enough for him to register it, narrowing onto his leaking head, which the fox starts to noisily suckle.

IronBreaker lays against the turnpost, deaf to all the world save his own lusts and the fox eagerly servicing hem A growing need starts within IronBreaker's balls, helped along by tender touches from the hunter, and he feels himself getting _close._Time for the fox to get stuffed. With a smiling sigh he starts to pull himself out of the corner, only to find... he can't.

A brief rush of panic and surprise forced a temporary moratorium on his lusts. His good eye snaps open and turns to see his arms bound to the ring ropes with steel granite. Something cold clamps down onto his cock and he looks down to see the distinct silvery glow of a cock ring, nestled at his base, forcing his already heavily bloated deep green cock into an even more obscene shape.

"Who needs dignity when you know you're gonna win," says the hunter as he rises in front of the orc, aware, alert and bereft of his earlier subservience. "Nah me, dat's fur sure!"

IronBreaker lets out a growl of impotent frustration, slinging spit and fire at the fox in front of him. The cries stop when the Hunter raises a hand in front of his face, uncertainty soaring with the lusts that have not been dealt with. The fox turns his hand about, as if inspecting it, and then drops it onto his twitching, leaking meatlog so suddenly, and yet so gently, that the surprisingly tender caress sees the orc's breath hitch and a shot of pre spurt onto the mat.

"Whad'ah tell yea? It's always the big beasties that pack da most spunk! Now let's get ta da part yer been waitin' fa."

The hunter runs his gentle hand across the length of the orc's dong, enticing several wet shots from the greenskin's sensitive organ before the shuttering IronBreaker steels him, slowing but not stopping the shots of spunk. It doesn't take him long to determine that the cockring is smithying his attempts at control.

"Now don't try t'fight it, ol' Ironboy, you know you want this as much as I do..." The hunter slides a finger across the tip, making IronBreaker shutter with pent-up need. "Besides, we gotta give da folks watchin' us a good show." He bends down onto his knees and starts to work on the cock in earnest, sliding his other hand beneath the thick orc cock and onto the bulbous sac swelling beneath it, feeling it squirm against his palm. In time with his other hand he starts to knead it, gently at first, and gradually becoming if not faster than firmer.

IronBreaker writhes against the post, tossing his head too and fro as he tries to reign himself in, to regain control of hips and cock no longer responding to his commands to stop. The anger and rage on his face gradually contort into anguished acceptance as he slows down, growls and frustration turning into moans as his hips surge forward of their own accord, bucking to and fro much like his head has. He feels a hitch deep within his sac and closes his eyes with a whimper, the remainder of what fight he's got left within him seemingly congregated to the quivering mass between his legs...

"Ooohhhh~"

"Here it cums!!"

IronBreaker's hips surge forward out of the hunter's hands , a loud roar preceding the first of several potent shots of hot orc spunk, the results of the edging and the resultant pent-up need apparent for all to see. The initial shot flies far and fast enough to overshoot the opposite turnpost, successive shots painting it white with cum. The referee slides out of the ring, but not before catching a few shots across his back.

The Hunter whistles as he admires his work. "Oi! Would yer lookie dere! I was right all along! And I'll bet yer'ol be havin' more where dat came from." He doesn't wait for a reply and grabs IronBreaker's wildly-gyrating hips and cock, which goes off almost immediately. The orc cries out as the Hunter strokes his sensitive, spurting cock. Load after load fires from his cock, the shots not quite reaching as far as the first ones but making up for it in sheer volume. IronBreaker's slumps backwards onto the turnpost, throwing his head back and moaning into the ceiling as his hips surge forward of their own accord, sapping more and more of his energy as they help his every shot go the distance. The Hunter grabs his sac, sending him into a twitching fit even as it sees more spunk flying into the air.

The time between each shot starts to widen, the spine themselves not shooting as far. Hunter squeezes IronBreaker's throbbing sac for more, and succeeds in doing nothing more than to make the tired greenskin gasp in apparent exhaustion, the smaller spurts not with the effort to squeeze them out.

He rises up to his feet, and turns his attention to the writhing IronBreaker, taking in the sight of the orc's panting, heaving form slumping weakly against the turnpost, his body wracked with tremors as his once-proud namesake hangs limply between his legs, leaking what remains of his seed and fight into a puddle. Hunter then turns his attention to the ring and whistles. "Whew! Dat's a might right power packer yer got there. Went all the way to de other side, and out of it too. But I like ta dink that, I helped yus out a bit der too, eh?" He turns to wink at IronBreaker. "Now I'll bet yer jus' aching' ta see yer handiwork fer yerself." He undoes the ropes holding the orc in owner and pulls him up, pressing his face against the winded greenskin's and forcing the latter to see the seed that's dotted the ring. "Yeah it's a lot, but den dat's nothin new ta yer. Congrats!"

He gives IronBreaker a hearty slap on the back, sending him sprawling forward several steps before slumping clumsily into the cum, face first. He braces himself on his arms to pull himself up but slips back down into the cum. Grunting against the canvas the orc changes tactics and, with great difficulty, turns himself onto his back, where he lays panting into the ceiling, tired eyes flickering onto the hunter's figure as he moves above him, his legs on either side of the orc's skull. The fox then drops onto the orc, his cock on his mouth. A heavy pant from the greenskin beneath him makes him shiver, even as he raises his arms in apparent victory, not bothering to drop them as the ref comes sliding and brings the count out...

"1!"

"2!"

"3!"

...and just like that it's over. The audience erupts into thunderous applause as the bells' ring cuts through the chatter. The referee comes over to hoist the hunter's arm up and he pulls him off the orc, who's too far gone to do more than moan as the announcer proclaims the fox's victory.

Afterwards the hunter pulls IronBreaker out of the ring, where he grabs both the orc's gear and more of the same steel mesh he's used in the ring to tie the orc's hands in front of him. Then he starts a slow march into the back, a devious smile on his face. Oh he is gonna have fun with this one...

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The singular light in the storage closet shines down on a prone IronBreaker, who lays across a large wooden bench, completely naked but for his boots and eyepatch. His arms and legs are tied beneath the bench. His thick cock, his trademark and namesake, lies bound in a large cockcage, the steel reflecting harshly under the fluorescent light. His leather jacket lies folded on a shelf just above him, out of reach. His milky-white speedo is balled and pressed into his mouth, restricting his vocalizations to the grunts and growls of protest as he struggles in vain against his bindings.

A lone figure stands in the doorway, mostly untouched by the single fluorescent light. The pearly whites of his teeth and the orc's bandolier slung across his shoulders the most distinguishable thing about him. "Yer put up a good fight, but yer should'a known it'd turn out dis way." He sneers. "I'll be back in the morn, don't go tryin' ta bust out those ropes, or go breaking dat cage, but after tonight I'd say yer not gonna go anywhere." He tips his hat to the orc, who's giving the fiercest glare he's ever gotten. "Now dat's da spirit. You'll be all set fer a rematch; and between the trainin' and dat cage I'd say that year's might actually have a chance ta win. Don't go count in' on it though; I might still beat ya. G'night!"

With that he closes the door, but not before turning out the lift, and leaving the bound and belligerent orc to simmer in rage, too tired to escape and too angry to think straight, completely at the mercy of the morning crew when they come in. His last thoughts as he slips into unconsciousness are promises of vengeance, the dreams he has as he slips under filled with scenarios and setting of him having won that par match, and the many ways he'd make the fox pay. His cocky twitches within its cage as he goes deeper, the smile on his face as his mind slips into slumbering fantasies of what he intends to do to that fox, the one good thing to come out of an absolutely horrible day...