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In one corner of the ring stood Beastman, pumping himself up for the match by rocking the ring post. He opted to forgo his usual chest armor, proudly strutting his massively muscular frame while hopping about on dark-cerulean wrestling boots. The spiked armbands he usually wore were gone, leaving only the red bands around his wrists. He still sported the large gold-plated belt he usually wore; only this time, the garment they usually held up wasn't there. In place of the loin cloth he wore blue wrestling trunks, which did nothing to hide his pride and joy. The way they bounced around in those tightly packed trunks, visible for all to see, made it all the more obvious why he slouched all the time. And on the back of his trunks across both his bubbly cheeks were the letters 'B' and 'M' in big, bright yellow.

In the other corner was Merman, who like Beastman, sported only cosmetic changes to his usually battle-ready attire. His yellow gloves were replaced with a pair of fingerless yellow gloves. Like Beastman he choose to forgo his chest armor, revealing an emerald frame that while wasn't as massively muscled as Beastman's was still quite impressive. He chose to keep his custom made boots, owing to the support they provided. He'd ditched the fish-eared belt he usually wore, the gloves his only accessories. He also got rid of the yellow fish-scaled trunks he usually wore in favor of yellow satin. There was a gold crown over his crotch of his trunks, with the words "Number 1" smeared across his pinched ass.

"You'd best pucker up fishface. 'Cause you've got to face these." He flexed his arms, kissing each of his biceps. "And this." He grunted as fondled his junk, a very lewd look that promised very nasty things crossing his face as he glared across the ring at his opponent.

For his part Merman didn't look intimidated, casually stretching himself before turning to stare at the peacocking Beastman with a quiet stoicism.

Just you wait furface, he thought, a dark look just you wait...

*****

They'd decided on how things would go down before they got in the ring. Skeletor had taken the other evil warriors off on yet another raid for some treasure that was sure to 'topple He-man and secure the treasures of Grayskull.' He left Beastman and Merman behind, owing that they were of no use where he was going. That left them the only two on all of Snake Mountain. Seeing a chance to try something new Beastman cornered Merman, who regarded his question with curious skeptism.

"It's called a sex-fight," he said, hopping about in excitement, "Sorta like wrestling, only with sex. the first to make the other cum wins."

Merman crossed his arms at that. "I don't know. It just seems so... swift, you know. I mean, if it's just once and you're done then where's the fun in it?"

"Huu... you're right. Better make it longer." He pondered on it for a moment before snapping his fingers. "Why don't we hrr... stretch it out a bit huh?" He threw up three fingers in Merman's face. "Best out of three?"

The hopeful expression on Beastman's face did little to dissuade his inhibitions; although privately, he did find it cute when he begged. "I don't know..."

Beastman draped a hand over his compatriots shoulder. "Ahh come on. Loosen up a little. If you don't think you can handle it then..."

At that Merman shook Beastman's arm from his shoulder, staring daggers "I can hand anything you can throw at me, fur-face. Meet me in the gym in an hour." With that he stormed off, leaving a rather satisfied Beastman in his wake.

"Hook, line, hu-hu, and sinker..."

******

The match then began in earnest, with the fighters meeting in the middle of the ring. No hand was shaken because in this match no quarter would be given. And they were each weary of what the other would do to win.

"You ready Merman?"

"Bring it."

Merman was the first to hop back, quickly adopting a crouching roman-greco wrestling stance. Beastman smirked as he saw this.

"Is that how you want to play little fishy," he said, as he adopted a stance of his own, "Okay."

The stance Beastman took was a parody of Merman's, made all the more lewd by his low-hanging junk.

They began to circle each other, with a towering Beastman taunting Merman.

"What's wrong little fishy," he said, in that grizzly voice of his, "Too afraid to go toe-to-toe with a real man?"

The constant jabs and taunts had little effect on Merman. He knew that, despite Beastman's rather... boorish countenance, when it came to brawling, Beastman was one of the best on Snake Mountain. And while Merman knew himself to be no weakling, his strengths laid primarily in the water. No, if he wanted to beat Beastman he'd have to be smart about it.

A dark smirk crossed his face as an idea began to form. He relaxed his stance, drawing himself upward while never looking away from Beastman. His glare of challenge slowly turned into a look of condescension, the sides of his mouth drawing up in a smirk as he stared down his adversary.

"I could ask the same of you," he said suddenly, "If you're so big and bad then why don't you make the first move?"

It wasn't until he put on hand behind his back while motioning to him with the other one did Beastman take the bait. With a snarl he lunged at Merman, who grinned as he causally side-stepped the flying red beast with ease.

"What's the matter," he teased as he slid behind him, "something in your eye?"

Beastman barely managed to catch himself from hitting the mat when he heard Merman behind him. With another snarl of rage he threw himself again at his opponent, who again side-stepped the assault. This happened several more times, with Beastman getting progressively angrier (and sloppier) with each failed attempt.

Which was exactly what Merman had been waiting for.

Smirk still in place Merman slid back behind Beastman for the umpteenth time, crouching down into his stance.

"Ready whenever you are fangs."

Beastman saw red as he lunged at Merman. And promptly saw stars as he hit the ringpost face first. He hit the canvas in an undignified heap, his body twitching weakly as he struggled to remain conscious.

"Didn't your mother tell you to look before you leap?"

A long and steady moan was all the retort Beastman could muster at that point. Chuckling slightly Merman advanced towards his prone opponent, taking the time to admire his other side. Beastman's back was as magnificent as his front, with a broad expanse of red flesh covered with muscle. Merman's gaze went lower still as he stepped up to the red beast, sliding down his back and stopping on his delicious bubble but. The final prize, what made Merman drool when he spotted them, were Beastman's balls.

Beastman seemed to roll on them, his body swaying from side to side while they acted as a sort of counter-balance. The absence of anyone else on Snake Mountain had left the place quiet enough to hear the loud(and lewd) squishing sounds coming from Beastman's balls as his body pulled and pushed at them.

Delicious, thought Merman as he sauntered up to him, drinking it all in. Beastman grunted when he kicked his feet apart, kneeling down between them. He locked eyes with Beastman as his hands went up underneath him, grabbing a hold of his meaty balls.

Beastman yowled at the sudden clawhold over his most precious assets, his eyes crossing as his mouth formed a not-so-silent O. Seeing Beastman's face contort made the King of the Seas smile, satisfied with the knowledge that he'd the upperhand.

"Not so bad now are ya," he said, as he applied more pressure. Beastman's balls were too big for him to wrap his hands around so he settled for pressing them together as best he could and squeezing them from the middle. When his hold was secure he began to rise, bringing Beastman up with him. And when he brought his front up with him, Merman increased the pressure on balls.

"Don't you dare," he said, when Beastman cried out in pain, "Lower your front down."

Beastman immediately complied, his heavy panting subsiding somewhat when the pressure on his baby-makers decreased. Were he in a rational state of mind, he'd have wondered why Merman wanted him to do what. But as it was, the pleasure was so potent that it overrode his rational mind, reducing him to a drooling puppet.

With a smirk Merman lifted him up and pushed him towards the turnbuckle, temporarily releasing the clawhold as he threw his legs over the middle ropes.

"Comfy?" All he got in response was yet another moan. "Good. Now let's get started."

He redirected his attentions back towards Beastman's erogenous zone, cocking his eyes at the dripping phallus peeking out from beneath Beastman's cloth.

"What have we here," he cooed, as he slowly pulled Beastman's junk out of his trunks, "This looks like trouble. Better take care of this."

He squeezed the beast several times, each time netting more pre-cum and a moan from Beastman, who was getting used to his new position beneath Merman's ass. When he was satisfied that he had enough he stopped, grinding his ass against Beastman's face as he brought it up for a taste.

His tongue made circles around the crown of his head as he made sure to get it all. "Delicious. Much sweeter than expected." A low moan was all the answer Beastman could muster. "Is that so? Well, think I'll have some more."

And without warning he descended upon Beastman's cock, pushing it in all the way in one gulp. Beastman groaned as Merman began sucking up and down his dick, squeezing his overfilled- testicles as he did so. Merman was slow at first, deliberately dragging it out. Beastman's cock had a strange flavor, not unlike lightly-seasoned barbeque. His precum however was deceptively sweet. And there was just so much of it. Gradually he increased his speed, sucking his dick and kneading his balls even faster. Beastman began to moan warningly against Merman's ass as his cock began to expand in his mouth. Sensing that the end was near Merman went all the way down to his balls, sending Beastman's gargantuan cock down his throat. His unusual anatomy meant no gag reflex to keep him from enjoying himself. The steady heat in Merman's mouth was all it took to send Beastman over the edge.

And the first fall goes to...

"OOOOOAAAAGGGHHH!!!"

*SPLOOIE*

Beastman's balls began to empty their contents down Merman's throat, his dick visibly dissenting as the cum gushed forth. Merman's throat, dissented as it was by his dick, had little problem taking it all. He continued to massage his balls, coaxing as much cum from Beastman's loaded baby-makers as he could. Beastman rope-held legs twitched as his precious fluids were milked from his helpless body. In truth, there was more than Merman could handle. The excess flowed down his cheeks, dotting the ring (and Beastman's chest) white.

The cum fountain slowed to a slow drizzle after several minutes had past, Beastman's body jerking in Merman's grasp. Merman was slow to pull off of Beastman, taking the time to savor the flavor of his thick jizz. Beastman's seed was much thicker than he thought it'd be. Briefly he wondered if he'd been able to take it all if his body weren't so adept with digestion.

Oh well...

Merman pulled away only when the cum explosion had come to a complete stop, wanting to drain Beastman of as much cum (and energy) as he could. A quick spurt of jizz marked Merman's face as he pulled off, with some goblets falling onto Beastman's rock hard abs. Merman eyed the errant jizz with some irritation, giving the beast that shot him a few jerks. Each jerk saw a moan from Beastman and a shot of jizz from his cock.

Satified that there was no more Merman released Beastman dick, which started going limp as soon as it left his hands. Merman took a couple of minutes to catch his breath before looking over his shoulder at Beastman, who looked considerably more exhausted.

"I'm feeling mighty generous right now," he said, breathing loudly himself, "so I'll only count ALL that as 1."

Beastman continued to lay there, breathing heavily with his back against the canvas. Seeing him to be in no condition to continue Merman stepped away from him, strutting towards the other side of the ring.

Merman was shocked when something grabbed hold of both ankles. He looked down to see two red hands with even redder wristbands clutching his ankles.

"My turn."

Beastman gave Merman a swift tug, sending the surprised crustacean sprawling to the mat. The shock of the fall stunned him long enough for Beastman to push himself off the ropes and position himself with his legs on either side of Merman's emerald backside, repositioning his cock back in his trunks as he did so. In one swift movement Beastman sat down on Merman's back while grabbing hold of his legs, clutching them to his chest as he dropped his but onto the small of Merman's back. He locked both legs in his armpits to keep him from getting loose. Merman screamed outright, bashing his fists against the canvas as his body (or rather his back) was submitted to excruciating pain.

Beastman, however, was having the time of his life.

"Feels good," he sneered, bouncing up and down with each word, "don't it?"

That the first fall went to Merman raked Beastman more than the way he lost. The resulting blowjob was far more satisfying than he would have liked, and it did relieve him of some much needed tension. But all it took was for Merman to make him cum again and he'd lose the match. And that was something Beastman refused to do, especially to Merman.

I'll teach you to make a monkey outta me...

In a burst of desperation Merman began grabbing at anything he could for leverage, a weight hitting his chest when he none was found. Out of the corner of his eye he spotted the lower rope and began to pull himself and Beastman towards it.

"Ooohh-ho-ho no you DON'T."

Beastman saw Merman's little escape attempt and fell on him hard, grounding Merman to the mat. When he saw Merman stop in pain he pulled up and began to drag him towards the middle of the ring, where he resumed assaulting Merman's back.

"Submit fishboy."

"N-no..."

A dark thought began to form in Beastman's mind. Keeping his hold on Merman he looked around the ring, guffawing when he found what he was looking for.

"What's so funny," asked Merman, timing his words between pained gasps.

"Oh you'll see," Beastman said, more to himself than to his prisoner. "You'll see."

With a sharp bounce on Merman's back he shot up. The sudden pain stunned Merman long enough for Beastman to drop his right leg and grab it with his other arm. He pressed his left foot on the small of Merman's back where his ass had made contact, securing it at the base of his spine.

"Huurr. No funny stuff fishy," was the only verbal warning Merman got, with several small but painful presses of the heels of Beastman's boots providing the obligatory example. As Beastman did with his balls in danger Merman still himself, whimpering at his helplessness. Hearing this Beastman began to chuckle, knowing full well that he'd be whimpering even more before he was done with him. He reached down to his abs with his free hand, scooping up the cum that had dropped on it during Merman's oral blitzkrieg. He stepped off Merman, who by then had become too exhausted to put up much of a resistance, and kicked him over. Merman continued to gasp as Beastman kneeled beside him. Beastman's gaze drew not to Merman's not-as-heavily-muscled-as-his-but-still-impressive frame but onto the crown-embroiled satin on his trunks. Though there was nothing to indicate why, there was a large wet spot on the front of Merman's trunks. One that wasn't here when he had Beastman on the ropes.

"Oh-ho-ho. Looks like somebody's havin' fun."

Merman continued to gasp, staring at the ceiling as he tried to get his strength back. Defenseless as he was, he offered no struggle when Beastman slid his trunks down to his ankles. The sudden shift in the wind stirred Merman into action (his lower half, at least) and his own cock began to emerge from the slit it'd been in. It was different from Beastman's, tapering off into a point at the end with the piss-slit at the tip of the arrowhead. And while it wasn't nearly quite as big as Beastman's it was still quite the respectable size.

And more importantly, it was dripping wet.

"Guess I won't be needing this," Beastman said, as he licked the cum out of his hand. His other hand had taken to rolling itself all over Merman's chest, his claws flickering across his emerald scales. The sudden worship stirred Merman even more, as was made evident by the rapid growth of his lower half. This didn't go unnoticed by Beastman, who grabbed the cock with his wet right hand and began jerking it.

Merman huffed at the sudden influx of pleasure, seeing spots as Beastman eased his hands all over his most sensitive parts. His body bucked when Beastman began to play with his pecs, their stiffness yielding to Beastman's greater strength. In a sudden burst of clarity and will he threw his arms at Beastman's, only to collapse into a drooling heap when Beastman increased the tempo of his hands on his dick.

Now let's see how you like it...

Merman vision went white was he lost control over his body, sending his own semen flying into the air. The ring around them was dotted white with his seed, the canvas looking less like a wrestling ring and more like an inverted Dalmatian with each fall.

Beastman continued jacking Merman, whose dick kept spewing jizz. Merman's own cum shower lasted only a little bit less longer than Beastman's, the slippery thing falling from Beastman's grasp as the last of its contents spewed itself onto Merman.

Merman panted as he came down from his high, gasping softly as he felt Beastman lick the cum off his body. Beastman made sure to linger around his crotch, suckling softly on the slit as he did so. He licked down to Merman's trunks, eyeing the thing with distaste as he removed it from his body.

"Huu. You won't be needing that anymore," he said, casually flicking them over his shoulders.

Rising up he stepped away from Merman's gasping form, eyeing his quivering adversary as he made himself comfortable in the other right side.

Merman laid there for some time, winded from the hold and drained from the handyj. It was with supreme effort that he managed to bring himself up his knees, shaky though they were. He took the time on his knees to catch his breath, barely making out the sound of heavy footsteps coming towards him.

He looked up to find Beastman, staring down at him with a look of thinly-veiled amusement. His muscular arms were crossed over his chest, his legs spread apart as to give some room to his giant cum cannon.

"And that fall goes to me," he said smugly, with a proud grin on his face. "And the next one'll go to me as well."

Merman's eyes narrowed as he stared up at him. "That's... what... you think."

With a herculean effort he brought himself up, standing on wobbly legs as he glared back at his opponent. Beastman watched Merman struggle with not a small amount of amusement, knowing how much of the fight had been drained out of him by that last assault. He was literally a fish out of water, and though Beastman had lost more fluids than Merman, it didn't have as much of an effect on him as it did the King of the Seas.

Feeling sporty Beastman spoke up again. "You sure you ready?"

Hearing this Merman adopted the wrestling stance he began the fight in, throwing shaky arms into the air.

"Come and get me."

Beastman stared at him for a moment, shrugging his head to the side as if to say 'okay' before throwing himself at his opponent. This time however, Beastman made sure that his feet never left the ground. And this time, Merman was too exhausted to move out of the way in time.

"Gggaaahh!"

Beastman roared as he scooped Merman up by his arms, locking them around his back and hooking them in place. Beastman then began to squeeze, enticing a scream from the captive Merman.

"Submit," he ordered when Merman didn't immediately quit. "Submit!"

All Beastman got in response were more roars, with Merman being too drained to offer much else. Seeing this Beastman changed tactics, swinging him around like a ragdoll while still applying the hold. And though his arms were free, there wasn't much that Merman could do with them. Beastman's arms were too thickly muscled for him to affect, especially in his weakened condition. So in desperation he'd taken to kicking him, his legs flailing in the breeze as Beastman began to time his swings with Merman's slow kicks.

"That the best you got fishhead?!? Ha ha hahahahah ooohh."

In his arrogance Beastman began to slow down, confident that he had victory within his grasp. And all it took for his world to come crumbling down was one well-timed kick to the groin. Beastman immediately stopped moving, his hips bucking as the impact resonated through his lower body.

Jackpot.

Merman didn't waste time with taunting and pressed his assault, kicking and kneeing Beastman's balls and dick with a renewed vigor. And with each blow Beastman found his hold weakening, his strength waning with each strike. A particularly well-placed blow found Merman set free, as his captor was suddenly preoccupied with his lower region. Beastman rocked on the balls of his feet as he knees knocked together, with his hands flying over his balls as he struggled to ease the pain.

Got you now.

Merman was determined to not let this opening go to waste and drew Beastman's face upright, drawing pleasure from Beastman's anguished expression. Taking advantage of the situation Merman drew both arms up Beastman's massive chest and locked onto the underside of his breasts, twisting them upward. A subdued roar sprang from Beastman's mouth, its muted volume an accurate indicator of Beastman's current state. His earlier release had drained him of more energy than he'd let on, and the knees to his balls diminished him still. And as such, his efforts to throw Merman off were greatly mitigated. That the blowjob had left his dick and balls somewhat raw was, of course, no help at all.

"Let's go furball."

Beastman struggled against Merman's onlslaught, bolstering himself against the painful clamp on unsteady legs. A large wet spot began to grow on the front of Beastman's trunks, the sudden darkening inticing a deep chuckle out of Merman

"Awww. Is the big bad Beastman enjoying himself," Merman crooed, twisting his hands with frevored relish. "But I didn't say smile now did i? Looks like somebody's got to learn their place."

Even as he finished speaking he began pushing Beastman backwards, laughing outloud at Beastman's ineffectual struggling. Beastman thrashed about, as though by stomping and growling he'd regain the energy needed to throw Merman off, seeing only momentary pauses in movement at Merman increased his own efforts. Beastman felt the ropes behind him, exhaustion causing him to unconsciously brace himself against them.

With a loud grunt Merman released his hold, giving Beastman a hard wring before doing so. Seeing his obviously exhausted adversary leaning breathlessly on the ropes stirred Merman's nethers, his lower region seeing a resurgence of energy. It was only with a herculean effort that he was able to keep himself from ravishing the weakened beastlord then and there.

Steady Merman. Just a little longer.

Beastman could do nothing but breath heavily while Merman drew both his arms up and threw them over the top ropes. He then drew the middle ropes over Beastman's arms, effectively locking him in place. He stepped back as Beastman slumped towards the mat, his rope-bound arms the only things keeping him in an upright position. And as such, though he desperately wanted to fight, he was in no shape to stop Merman from drawing his leaking trunks downwards and locking them around his booted ankles.

With a wry smirk he drew himself up to Beastman's face. "Keep the boots on," he slurred, breathing lustfully onto Beastman's left ear. "You'll make that much more noise."

Merman placed himself between Beastman's legs, kicking them apart as much as the elasticity of his moistened trunks would allow. And when he had enough leg room he drew himself downward, redirecting his attentions to Beastman's substantial girth. Though the head hadn't yet protruded from the foreskin, a steady stream of pre flowed from within.

"Let's try something different," he said, picking up one of Beastman's balls. "I think you're going to like this." Beastman drew in a sharp breath as Merman literally sucked one of his balls into his mouth. The stars Beastman saw when he hit the ringpost paled compared to the colors he saw as Merman worked him over. He began to jerk around, the sensations making his body twitch. His sigh of relief when Merman released his ball became a gasp of pleasure when he put the other one in his mouth and began to play with it.

The whole time Merman never stopped looking at Beastman; the myriad expressions and sounds making his own body twitch. A puddle had begun to form from below Merman, his own meat poking uncomfortably against the canvas.

I'd better end this.

After the requisite amount of suckling he opened his mouth and released Beastman with deliberate slowness. A quick glance found a panting, and wildly hot, Beastman at full mass.

"Back for more are we," he said, addressing the organ itself instead of its owner. "Well let's see how you deal with round 2!"

Exhaustion and lust warred within Beastman. The impromptu ball-washing had drained him of what little energy he head left. It was all he could do to keep his eyes open. A sinister chuckle drew his attention upward to an even more sinister-looking Merman, whose own weapon was poised and ready to go. He locked eyes with Merman for a brief moment, having only barely made out what he'd said.

What'd he say?

A sharp roar resounded throughout Snake Mountain as Merman dropped himself onto Beastman's dick, the sudden pressure on all sides of his cock having drawn out the resounding roar. The gargantuan thing was almost more too much for Merman to take, causing him to only take the thing half-way. The considerable quantities of pre that had drizzled down the shaft assisted in the effort.

"Wooooohhhh!!"

The pressure had an effect on Merman as well, the remainder of his inhibitions fading away in the face of insurmountable lust. Merman lost himself to the sensations, drawing himself up until only Beastman's head was in his ass before descending, going further down each time.

Beastman was already to the breaking point from all the suckling, the sudden (though not uncomfortable) pressure on his cock giving him a burst of lustful energy. He'd have given himself over the sensation and taken the loss, had Merman's merciless bouncing not awakened his pride. Grunting he began to buck, plunging himself deeper and deeper into Merman with each thrust. A low (and lustful) grunt was followed by a shot of pre from Merman, hitting Beastman above his right eye.

The sudden betrayal of his lower-self served reminded Merman of the task at hand, bringing his attention to the beast assaulting his anus.

I can't let him win.

Merman reached out to either side of Beastman and grabbed the ropes holding him captive. Using them as leverage he forced himself downward until Beastman was all the way inside. Beastman's drew a sharp breath as he felt the weight of Merman's ass on his balls, his eyes widening as his focus shifted.

Without relaseing the ropes Merman began working his insides, pressing and poking at the intruder from all sides. The beast beneath him stilled himself even while the one within him pulsated, as though fighting its own battle. The steady stream leaking from Merman's backside was a clear indicator of just who was winning the battle.

"Don't fight it Beastman," he teased, rocking the beast below him, "Succumb. You'll feel better."

And Beastman was in no position to fight, having redirected his energy to keep from cumming. It was a tad ironic then that the ropes holding him began to slip, and Beastman found himself falling over the ringside. The lower rope held him up as much as the gyrating Merman did. Most of Beastman's upper torso, from his 8-pack upward, however went over the ringside. He hung like a limp noodle, the ring shaking from Merman's assault on his lower-half.

"Don't go yet," teased Merman, "You'll miss the best part!"

What Merman didn't say outloud, however, was how close he was. It went without saying that Beastman was big, and his hardness had taken up a lot of space. Sensitive space. And while it was obvious that Merman was on the offensive, what wasn't apparent was how much of a toll it was taking on him. Already his own cock had protruded completely from its slit, and with a steady stream of pre-cum gushing from his triangular head. Several volleys had followed the one that first hit Beastman and several more shot over him.

It was catching sight of these volleys that gave Beastman the drive to push himself up off the ringside. Bracing his hands on the ground he pushed himself up, catching the ropes. Drawing on another breath he pulled himself through the ropes, bracing his backside on the middle rope.

"You won't... *huff* beat me...*huff* that easily."

Merman's eyes went wide as Beastman came back up. Already he'd felt himself begin to tire. His own assault had started to wind down, and the renewed vigor Beastman had shown in a renewed attack on his ass. The beast inside him began to work his prostate, his toes curling in an effort to remain in control.

He's going to beat me!

Merman could feel victory slipping further with each fearful thrust. With his cock only moments from erupting he searched desperately for a way to win. And as he looked down at Beastman's heaving body, an idea hit him. With a speed born of desperation he released the ropes. He then latched onto Beastman's protruding nipples and squeezed.

*Mooooaaaaannnnn*

A gushing sound reached Merman's ears, just as a flowing sensation came from within him. He didn't have to look behind him to know that Beastman had cum. Warmth had begun to accumulate in his insides, the pressure making his breath hitch. He hadn't stopped massaging Beastman's dick, squeezing and grasping at the orgasming organ. He was unprepared however, for how good it would all feel. The feeling of warm cum on his innards was just... beyond words.

Beneath him Beastman's face signaled his surrender, even before his orgasm. His tongue lagged out the side of his mouth while his eyes took on the frosty tone that usually signals supreme bliss. Merman's hold on his overly-sensitive nips (the ones he continued to twist) was the only thing preventing another ringside collapse. Absently Beastman bucked upwards, his body relinquishing control to the one who had worked him over so masterfully. His balls pulsed and throbbed as his dick gave up the goods, coating Merman's insides with cum.

Beastman's orgasm dragged on for some time. Somewhere down the line Merman had stopped moving. The body pinned beneath him was doing all the heavy lifting, so to speak, and his victory was in the bag. Experimentally he gave Beastman's nips a few good twists, watching the captive Beastmaster moan as each twist induced a fresh influx of cum.

Beastman's moaning began to subside as his balls began to run empty. The limp organ currently held captive in Merman's ass was going flaccid. And the lack of stimulation helped speed it up. Beastman gave a long steady moan as his dick shot off several more times, the final volley hitting the outside of Merman's backside as it slipped out of the ruined ass. He felt the ropes behind him, just before he felt Merman release his sensitive area. His vision returned just in time to see a triumphant Merman descend on his face to give him a deep, wet kiss. The taste of his cum intermingled with Merman's saliva riled him once more, his dominated dick shooting out one last burst of beast-gunk onto the ring.

Merman pulled away from Beastman, looking down at the rasping brute he'd just fucked into submission with a quiet gratification.

"So," he said exhaustion ever-present in his voice. "Looks like it win."

Beastman could only moan.