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The ring was composed of sand and stone: sand over the ground to deaden the impact when combatants fell, and stone as a rudimentary barrier, arranged in a rough circle. The combatants: Sir Exilo, head of Queen Uzira's palace guard, and Iwigu, representative of the Iswan City-State to the west. Tomorrow, the stands would be filled with thousands of spectators, to see how the match between these two, the best of their style, would go. But tonight, the two combatants had agreed to an exhibition. From what Exilo knew of the strange muscle man before him, he was a grappler. A grappler. How absurd. Why someone should go to all the trouble of getting a hold of their victim, shifting their weight, popping their hips, all that, when all it took was a solid blow to the jaw to knock them out. But, truth be told, Exilo was interested. He was an immigrant to Queen Uzira's land, and so had a style quite unlike what was normally practiced in the kingdom. And, truthfully, he had grown bored with the agile little kickers that he so often had to contend with in sparing matches. Iwigu was someone who could match him in height, exceed him even, and possessed a completely alien style.

Of the two, Iwigu was taller, and had the more aesthetically pleasing muscle. He bulged with muscle, pleasing to the eye. In fact, several of Uzira's people had openly stated that he was... what was the word, gorgeous? Despite his complete lack of fur. He had a square face and a pug-nose, and as mentioned was mostly hairless. Exilo had encountered humans on occasion, in his many travels, but had never viewed one this close, and all the others he had known had hair. Iwigu, wearing only a pair of brown pants, was hairless. Exilo should not have liked it, but the way his muscles bulged out of his form, how the shaven skin made the muscles easier to see. How the body made Exilo feel... the wolf shook his head, growling slightly. He lifted his hands before him in a boxer's stance. He was shorter than Iwigu, but somewhat larger in bulk. His shaggy fur meant his muscles were not clear, but it was known that he was stronger. And dressed in a simple pair of dark green pants, he was happy to show himself off, and stare at Iwigu without fear in his green eyes.

"So... what? First to three falls?" Exilo asked, to which Iwigu shrugged.

"Let's go until we are tired, alright?"

Exilo lifted his hands once more, and approached, taking each step slow and careful, not really sure what to expect. Iwigu squatted low to the ground, hands opened and fingers stretched, and braced his legs.

Exilo struck first, as he often did, and Iwigu lifted his hand to catch Exilo's fist. He suddenly realized his mistake, and quickly moved his hand back, taking a step away and shaking his hand to try to get more feeling into it. Exilo paused, as this was an exhibition, and waited until Iwigu was ready to begin once more. Exilo struck first again, and Iwigu lifted his hand to try to block. Once more, Iwigu stumbled back, again shocked at just how hard the wolf could strike. And once more, Exilo waited until Iwigu was ready, and then struck. This time, Iwigu managed to duck beneath the strike, and push forward. Exilo tried to counter this advance with a stiff uppercut, but Iwigu was faster than he looked, and was suddenly behind Exilo. Thick, tree trunk sized arms wrapped around the wolf's torso. Iwigu's wrists locked at Exilo's belly, and he suddenly began to squeeze.

The wolf gasped, the pressure on his torso shocking and painful. With a growl, he stomped down hard upon Iwigu's foot to make him let go. Iwigu growled behind him, and Exilo was fairly certain he had shattered the human's foot, but he kept his grip tight around him. Exilo felt himself squeezed against the smooth, hairless chest, and then he felt Iwigu lean his hips forward, and very noticeable bulge strike Exilo hard on the rump. It was such an odd feeling, one that Exilo certainly wasn't expecting, and didn't immediately notice. He was thrashing wildly, savagely, stomping his heel down upon Iwigu's broken foot again and again, until gashes opened as bones poked out of tight skin and stained the sands with crimson, but Iwigu's grip was like a vice around his torso, and grew only tighter until Exilo was finding great difficulty in finding another breath. He paused in his thrashing and glared behind him, and then thrust his head back into Iwigu's nose, this time succeeding in breaking the hold. Exilo stumbled forward, and lifted his guard, growling and glaring, when he noticed that Iwigu was rather happily standing before him. "Did you enjoy that too, little brute?"

Exilo swallowed, and looked down for a moment, to see that his pants were fitting rather tightly. He took a step back, then lunged forward, fist striking out, but Iwigu caught it. There was a sound of snapping and bones breaking, but Iwigu pulled Exilo close nonetheless, and once more, Exilo found himself with his back pressed to Iwigu's broad chest, arms once more wrapped around him, though this time the arm wrapped around his neck.

Exilo gasped suddenly, feeling a tight grip, as his throat was squeezed in the crook of the arm. "There there, no need to fight now." Iwigu's voice was smooth, and rolled out of his lips a finger's stroke. "See, no problem here. I just needed to find a hold you couldn't get out of. Your head's not going to be moving too much, now is it?" Exilo felt his head pressed hard against Iwigu's thick pectoral, felt the pounding of the taller human's heart against his breast. Iwigu leaned down, and smiled. "Yes yes, that's right. Behave, and I won't choke you to death. And who knows, we might have some fun." Iwigu's chuckle was deep and rich, like a knife sliding over oiled leather. A massive hand, the one that wasn't broken, brushed over Exilo's chest. "Mmm, muscle. But all this fur. Stupid mutt."

The hand inched down lower, and suddenly, Exilo felt a strong grasp on his erection. His eyes almost bulged out of his head, but the tightened grip on his throat kept him from moving. Iwigu chuckled, and loosened the grip once more, sure that his new pet would not be a problem, as his hand cupped the lump in the pants, and the two testicles, giving them a squeeze from outside the pants. "Mmm, a big brute, you are. I wonder if that's why the queen favors you? You ride that little imp? I'll show you what a real man can do." Iwigu chuckled softly once more. "See, little brute, I'm going to rape you like an animal."

Once more, Iwigu tightened the choke and threatened to break Exilo's neck in his arm, but then he relaxed the grip before that. Exilo's head bobbed weakly on his neck, the lack of oxygen making him drowsy. The hand that had before been groping him, now moved to his pants, and easily undid the tie knot. It was a simple tug, and then pulling them wide, the dark green pants easily spilled down Exilo's hips and to his ankles. Exilo had just enough slack in the tight grip on his throat to look down, and look with horror at the erection that was eagerly poking out of his brown pubic fur.

Shame and revulsion swept over him, as his erection continued to poke out of the black sheathe. His glans were quickly filling with blood and parting the flesh lips of his penis' housing. The hand went lower, and continued to fondle and stroke and toy, and soon Exilo was starting to grow at a fairly steady pace.

His erection was rather grand, nine inches in length, jutting forward from the brown pubic fur of his groin, between his two muscular thighs. His testicles hung beneath his erection, quickly swelling with arousal at all that was happening, even this position... He brushed his rump gently against the tight pants that were behind him, now feeling the friction almost painful on his virgin cheeks, but couldn't believe just how big Iwigu must be behind him. Thick and heavy, it felt like it was barely contained inside the pants. Exilo looked back once more, and then down at his erection, watching as the massive hands of Iwigu's wrapped around the shaft, and gave it a soft stroke. "You like that?" Iwigu asked with a deep, roaring chuckle. "Yes, you do, don't you. Little bitch. Like how that feels? Little brute." He chuckled once more, and reached down lower, gently cupping Exilo's scrotum in his massive hand, softly squeezing the balls, trying to measure how much seed was contained inside the swollen, furry orbs. He squeezed them tight, and made Exilo whimper pitifully, before they were released, and once more Iwigu took hold of Exilo's erection. He stroked him. Up and down, up and down, keeping his grip tight when he was moving down the shaft, and softly pushing out the seed when he moved his hand up. Exilo shook and growled and snapped, tears wetting his eyes, from the shame, from the pain of the giant behind him rubbing him off with rough hands, and from the oddly pleasurable feeling of how the heavy palm brushed over his glans and veins. "Yes, little brute. You like that, don't?"

No longer needing to keep his grip on Exilo, Iwigu's second hand came into play. A few fingers were broken, but his palm, forefinger and thumb were all alright, and with them he could get such a tight grip on Exilo's penis, it made Exilo whimper like a whipped dog. The pain was intense and severe, as just the thumb and forefinger managed to squeeze the erection so tight, neither seed nor blood could reach the shaft, which was quickly turning a deeper black color. Exilo gritted his teeth, gasping and groaning, as the other hand moved down and softly played with his testicles, coaxing more and more seed to be produced, but never letting the pressure on the shaft up. With no place to go, Exilo was left to feel the aching swelling of his genitals, as the seed continued to produce and pool, as his erection gagged desperately for sweet blood or release.

Suddenly, Iwigu's hand opened, and the wolf's pained erection was free of the cruel grip. Seed exploded out of him like a cannon, a massive rope shooting through the air and splashing wetly against the sands.

Iwigu took firm hold of the shaft, and rubbed it up, causing another massive gush of white to shoot out, and Exilo's eyes rolled back into his head and his head tilted back into the giant's chest. He gasped and twitched, as Iwigu continued to rub and stroke him, working out more and more of the seed that was now exploding, all so desperate to escape into the open air. It was agonizing, but Exilo didn't whimper or groan, he didn't have the strength, but shameless tears streamed down his face, as he released more and more, harder and thicker, heavy ropes shooting out into a pool on the sands. The grip around his neck shifted, and slid down, and Iwigu simply held Exilo under the arms. Exilo just lay there, spurting more and more, releasing. He went limp in the giant's arms, the giant effortlessly holding him up despite the wolf's significant size. He chuckled to himself, liking that his little toy had been so easily broken. Eventually, he set Exilo down upon the sand, letting him rest in his back and moan and muttered curses and whimpers and pleas.

Iwigu reached forward, and undid the buttons of his pants, letting them drop to his knees. His own genitals were bare of fur, and his erection was heavy and tight, his foreskin pulled back so far he could have been cut. He spent a time admiring himself, holding himself with two hands.

Yes, he was gorgeous, as the fluttering kittens of his kingdom had said. Every muscle on his body was so perfectly chiseled; he could have been sculpted from clay. He traced the bulging veins down his long arms, and then curved one finger around the pectorals. He smiled to himself, and then looked over his long legs, the perfect definition that exploded from the tanned skin. He rubbed himself as he stared, a dribble of cream oozing out of the shaft and down to the sands.

He stood there, masturbating, and then used his pre to lubricate his shaft. Exilo still lay there, unable to move or even sit up, his massive release leaving him utterly spent. "Roll over," Iwigu ordered, and when the wolf did not, he kicked a toe into the wolf's ribs. "Roll over, mutt."

Exilo groaned and whimpered as he slowly braced himself, and then slid onto his side, then belly. His penis was still dribbling cream, now pressed between the sands and the warm fur of his abdomen. He spent a delicious moment enjoying himself, until he felt Iwigu's fingers on his flanks and picked his lower half up off the ground. His hands were still moist and wet, and as he hoisted Exilo to all fours, he used his strong grip to spread the furry cheeks. "You know, I was right. You are a brute. A brute who needs to learn his place. Animals like you never understand anything save a fucking, isn't that right? I came here, an ambassador, hoping to explain diplomacy to a bunch of mutts and animals. What was I thinking?" He leaned his hips down, and spread Exilo a bit wider, making the other wolf growl and whimper. Iwigu smiled, and leaned himself down, then pushed his shaft right up against the eagerly squirming pucker. With how lose Exilo was, Iwigu sank right in, and Iwigu briefly wondered if Exilo really was the bitch he had first thought. Yes, nothing but a bitch. The castle whore who had found favor with the queen. He needed to be taken down a few pegs, and that's what Iwigu was going to do.

Exilo whimpered as he felt the heavy, thick shaft push inside him with absolutely no resistance. The extra weight of the foreskin felt... strange inside Exilo, oddly pleasant in fact, and made him shiver and tickled him in a way Exilo had not known before, from only using one of his fingers. It felt wonderful either way, and he found himself panting, despite himself. His erection, which he believed had been absolutely empty, was now starting to stir with desire, as the penis in his backside continued to push deeper. The pushes were aided by how heavily Iwigu was dribbling inside the bowels, making it nice and lubricated as the, rather magnificent, erection continued to push inside. And Iwigu's movements... he was treating Exilo like a dog, fucking him deep and wiggling his hips, thrusting his hips up and then rolling his hips down, only to thrust up once more. His muscled bulged each time he thrust, his whole body rippling and his veins expanding as they pumped precious blood through the great man's form.

Exilo had to bite his knuckle to keep himself from whimpering at how pleasurable a feel it really was. The weight of the foreskin brushed his sensitive inner walls, adding just a touch of extra bulk to what was already a blinding pleasure. Tears streamed down his face, and he could no longer bite his tongue when he felt the heavy weight of Iwigu's shaft press up against his wolven prostate. Exilo's back arched and he howled into the air, gasping and then biting his tongue hard, as Iwigu continued to ride him, stuff him... by the goddess Iwigu was huge. The wolf whimpered and gasped, and soon Iwigu collapsed down upon him. "Hold me up, bitch," Iwigu ordered. And no longer wanting to bother holding himself up, he reached his arms around Exilo's chest, and began to grope over his body, squeezing and rubbing the muscle through the fur. Exilo had a good shape, and using two fingers, he could just penetrate the fur enough to feel the skin, pressed taught over rocky abs and biceps.

Exilo's best feature, though, were his arms, having biceps as thick as some people's thighs. Still, it took all of Exilo's strength to hold both himself and the giant on top of him up, and tolerate all the pleasure that was rippling through his body. His arms were shaking something fierce, and it seemed any moment his whole body would collapse. But he managed to lock his elbows stiff when he felt Iwigu reach underneath him. He yelped as Iwigu once more took hold of Exilo's now swollen shaft. He gasped and growled, now truly acting like an animal, howling and snapping and foaming at the mouth, as Iwigu continued to rub his shaft, up and down. As Iwigu continued to stroke his testicles, and massage his pectorals and pinch his nipples. As Iwigu worked him mad, and as Iwigu plunged himself deeper and deeper inside the virgin anus before him, pushing right up against the prostate, and then pushing past it. Exilo dipped his head and whimpered as he felt his shaft suddenly grow warm, and then spurt hot wetness onto his chest. From the position he was in, with his head so low, a splash hit as far as his chin, before he lifted his head and release a long howl from deep in his lungs. Iwigu chuckled softly, and pushed himself up. Now on his knees, he reached forward, and once more took firm hold of Exilo's buttocks. Pulling them wide apart, wider than he had before, he popped his hips forward, and drove his shaft hard and fast inside of Exilo, pushing past his prostate, so the creamy flood that surged out of his shaft filled Exilo's bowels, making the wolf howl and scream, tears swelling down his eyes. When bored, Iwigu pushed Exilo forward, off the impalement of his shaft, and reached a hand behind him for balance. He stroked himself with his other hand, ejaculating musky seed onto Exilo, staining his fur.

The feeling of content that washed over Iwigu was difficult to put into words, as he continued to masturbate, and although there was a musky scent in the air and his erection was slick and wet, he had not gone hard just yet. He could feel another climax already brewing in his scrotum, in his impressive testicles, and spent a moment massaging his orbs with his warm hand.

At last, he muttered, "On your knees." Exilo looked back at him, swallowing slightly, and rolled over slowly. He tried to get to his feet, but suddenly a pair of strong hands were on his buttocks. Iwigu pulled them apart, as he had before, and a stiff blow to the back of the wolf's head caused him to reel forward, dazed and stunned, as he felt the thick glans press up against his hole. "Oh no. We're just getting started."