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"You ready for this batfink?"

"Heh, are you kidding? I've been looking forward to this since we got home. I should be asking you that, furball. Hey Leatherhead, you think he's ready?"

Standing in a corner at my side was a blue bat alien thing called Wingnut. He was a bit shorter than I was, and didn't have quite as much muscle. He didn't wear all that much, just a yellow mask, yellow fur-lined boots, and a pair of yellow trunks that were for all intents and purposes a speedo; all of which went rather well with the blue of his body. He'd ditched the metal wings he usually took with him. For what we were about to do, he didn't really need them.

"Ut, I think that maybe Beastman doesn't remember what happened last time. Ain't gonna be any referee to save him from us this time."

The aforementioned Leatherhead stood in the ring across from me, grinning at me with that overgrown snout of his. He had changed his outfit when he got home, getting rid of that bothersome clothing he'd wrestled in and had put on something a bit more... erotic. A large mask, spiky armbands, double-chain harness, gigantic motorcycle boots; a far cry from the gentle giant wrestler he was known for. And as if that wasn't enough, he'd swapped out his squares for a big, purple jock with a zipped-up front, which he packed out reeeaaaal nice.

"Hurr, maybe what he needs is a little discipline," said Leatherhead, as he wiggled his eye at the word 'discipline', "'Ey Wingnut?"

"Hehehe. Maybe he thinks that he'll be able to handle all this," Wingnut's hand moved sensuously over his light blue chest while his other hand slipped inside his yellow trunks, teasing me "It's gonna be real fun to show him the ropes."

I couldn't help but smile at their pitiful attempts at trying to be tough. Though I suppose that I should probably cut them some slack; I mean, after all, it's not like they're me. And even though I knew that they're just having' fun, I couldn't help but get a little riled up. They'd rushed straight home after their last match without showering, and were throwing off pheromones like crazy. It took every ounce of self-control I had to not just jump the ding-bat's bones. Though to be fair, I was giving off some pretty potent stuff too.

"Hurr, that's some big talk from such a small bat," I said with a grin, "Last I recall, hur, you didn't last that long. "

And it wasn't like they were the only ones sporting new duds either. Around my neck was a blue leather collar with metal studs. I had on a pair of dark blue fur-lined biker-boots. I wore matching black armbands across my arms were. I had swapped out my deep blue wrestling trunks for a pair just like them with a large 'X' on the front, which were held up by the spiky black belt I wore around my waist. The bulge my beasthood made on my trunks made the 'X' really stand out.

"I'll show you just how 'small' I am furball." He turned towards me and pumped his hips at me, turning around and wiggling that plump little ass in the air, as if he didn't know what I could do to it.

My already flagging self-control vanished at the sight of Wingnut's yellow ass. With a roar I lunged at him, arms out in front of me, aiming for that jiggly yellow ass. I didn't even get halfway there before Leatherhead snuck up behind me, snatching me out of the air and locking me in a full-nelson.

"Ut, now Beastman. We didn't say go yet."

Wingnut gave Leatherhead a knowing glance before he turned his gaze back to me. He walked over to us, his luscious hips swaying to some unknown song, and stopped in front of me. A low moan left my lips when he drew little circles on the front of my trunks, poking at the X with his fingers, his soft touches stirring my little beasty.

"Don't set him off just yet buddy. Let's have some fun with him first."

Wingnut nodded at Leatherhead, giving my fuzzy blue pouch a whimper-inducing squeeze before he let go, watching on with a smile as Leatherhead threw me to the mat. I rolled to my feet, ready to bounce back. I saw a flash of blue and yellow and suddenly found myself staring at Wingnut's yellow pouch. I felt him settle his legs over my shoulders and then heard him chuckle as he started to grind my face into that batty bulge.

"You like that? You like that furball?"

It was hard to breathe with Wingnut grinding that pouch of his in my face, and what breaths I managed to take were filled with his musk. I could already feel my hefty balls begin to swell between my legs, stirring with my seed. Thinking quickly I sank to my knees, bringing my upper-body down with it, slamming Wingnut's back into the mat so hard his legs came off. Quickly I drew my head back out of the way of his legs. And before he could react I pulled my body up and over his own, holding his body down with my own.

"Hurrr, now let's see how you like it."

I lowered my hips till I felt my bulge graze his ass, enjoying the way his eyes fluttered when he felt the power of my beasthood nestled against his ass. With a grin I started bucking up against his ass, counting off a pinfall every time my dick hit the crack in his yellow cheeks.

*bump* "1"

*bump* "2"

*bump* "3"

I took my sweet time sliding my pouch off of his ass. Below me Wingnut had started to weaken, his breaths coming and going in husky gasps. And while I stood there for a minute, taking in the sight of his heaving chest Wingnut took advantage of my lowered guard and pushed me away, sending me sprawling to the canvas. Before I knew it Wingnut was squatting on my chest, grinning down at me. I grunted as he dropped his weight on my upper chest, and growled when he dropped his knees over both my arms, locking them in place. He then bent backwards and then I gasped at the feel of his hand grazing my big blue pouch.

I moaned out loud and low as my head snapped back from the pleasure. I drew a few more breaths before I felt Wingnut's hand smacked the underside of my balls, grunting with each blow.

*whump* "ooohhh..." "1"

*whump* "ooohhh..." "2"

*whump* "aaahhh..." "3"

That last hit made my whole body shake. I could feel a weird pressure on my balls, and I knew that I wasn't gonna last much longer. But before I could try anything Leatherhead stepped up. He grabbed Wingnut and threw him away from me, giving me a toothy grin.

"Hang right there handsome. I'll be back for you in a minute."

Propping myself up on my elbows I looked over see Wingnut wobble about. A green blur shot out of the corner of my eye saw Leatherhead charging at him, grabbing him and throwing him into the corner opposite of my own. Wingnut braced himself on the ropes as Leatherhead charged again, waiting until he was really close before sliding between his legs. He slid away and kept on sliding until he'd slid between my own legs and rammed me right in my hefty balls.

"OOoohhhhh!"

I tossed and turned on the mat as my hands nursed my injured sac. Above me Wingnut had righted himself and had started laughing at me while I flopped about when Leatherhead came into view behind him. He grabbed Wingnut by the arm and scooped him up into a bearhug. Leatherhead nuzzled the little blue bat on his chest before he returned to crushing the life out of him. He was so caught up in the bat that he turned his back to me. I jumped to my feet and locked my hairy arms around the gator's tail, a huge grin breaking out of my face. Leatherhead thrashed his tail around, flinging me into the corner.

I looked up just in time to see Wingnut slip out of Leatherhead's arms. The old gator reached out for another grab but Wingnut was much too quick for him. He ducked down between Leatherhead's knees and shot his arm forward.

"Ooohhhhh!!"

Wingnut's fist made a loud *splotching* sound when it connected with Leatherhead's purple pouch. I got up as Leatherhead went down, and made to deck Wingnut. But the bat ducked under my punch, sliding behind me. I turned around to face him but the little bat was quicker, and before I knew what was going on he'd grabbed my crotch and squeezed... hard.

"Ooohhhh! Umph! Umph!"

"You just never learn, do you Beastman?"

I roared as I tried to get those blasted hands away from my balls; Every time I got close enough though he'd just wrench harder, twisting my bloated nut-sack until I pulled my hands away.

"Ah ah ah, Beastman" he cooed, as he squeezed harder on my balls. "No moving unless I say so."

The pressure he put on my balls was making me hot. I drew in heavy huffs of air as I struggled in his grip. Suddenly his grip on my balls tightened, with me yelling out as even more pressure was placed on my fat baby-makers.

"Walk backwards," he said, as he started to push me back by the hold he had on my balls. The sudden yanking made me whine but I followed his orders, making damned sure to keep my movements steady. Eventually I found myself in the corner, pressing hard against the turnbuckle. Wingnut's hands slipped further down my balls, their grip still strong, and then started to push up. I had no choice but to follow, the pain making me tremble with lust as I pushed myself further up the turnbuckle. He held me there for a bit, yanking and wringing at my big boys, before he let me go. I slid down the turnbuckle, collapsing into the corner in a heap, breathing heavily with my tongue hanging out of my mouth and my vision blurred by my heat.

I looked up to see Wingnut standing above me, staring down at my panting form with a smirk on his face. Wingnut crouched down between my legs, his eyes focused on the big, damp spot on the front of my shiny blue trunks.

"Feeling a bit hot under the collar Beastman," he cooed, as he sunk his hands down the front of my shorts, "Well we'd better do something about..."

My body bucked a bit when he grabbed hold of my mighty cannon and pulled it out of its protective cloth, my big hairy chest heaved from the feeling of his cold fingers on my heated dick. He cocked his head a bit at he started to play with it, swatting at my floppy meatlog with his hands. I started to moan again, and when I did he started going faster, grabbing my dick with one hand and using it to hit his other hand.

After a bit of using my dick as a fly swatter he changed things up again. With one hand still clamped around my dick he started to jerk me off, his hand flying up and down my beastly cock. My body lurched a bit when the fingers on the other hand went into my piss-slit, scooping out even more of my pre-cum. Wingnut drew his pre-cum covered fingers to his mouth and sucked it off, eyeing me as he suckled his fingers.

"Mmm. Tasty, "he said, after he'd finished licking, "And now for the main course."

Laying his body down on the mat Wingnut brought his head down over my leaking pipe, kissing the crown. And with a glance to me he went down on my leaking rod, going all the way down to the base. His oversized nostrils flared as he took strong whiffs of the fur around my dick. Slowly he made rose up, rising up off my cock and giving the head a good licking before going back down again. I started moaning again when I felt those skillful hands of his go down my trunks and work my balls.

Overwhelmed by my lusts I clamped a hand onto the back of Wingnut's head and held him down while my hips bucked in his mouth. I heard him mumble something around my dick and then before I knew what had happened he'd swatted my hands back and had thrown his legs over his head and around my own, clamping down on my fuzzy neck with his ninja legs, giving me a faceful of his musky yellow pouch, all while never taking his mouth off my dick. He gave my neck a few squeezes. I took the hint and dropped my arms to my sides, trying desperately to breathe

Following that he opened his mouth even wider, pre-cum and drool dripping out of the edges. And then he stood on his hands and spun around, his mouth still around my dick, and dropped his legs around my neck again, giving me a perfect view of his pert little ass.

Wingnut placed his hands on the insides of my tacky blue trunks, stretching the fabric. Then just as quickly he closed his mouth once more around my little beasty and went all the way down. My hips bucked when he hit my heavy nutsack. The hands inside my trunks started doing crazy things to my balls, massaging my furry cum-filled balls while Wingnut's head went up and down my dick. I felt Wingnut's tongue snaking itself around my cock, my eyes crossing in bliss when I felt that tongue dart inside my piss-slit, lapping up my pre-cum . I felt my balls start to swell and moaned out a warning, tapping the big blue bat around my dick on his ass. He went all the way down one more time and stayed there, his head stationary while his hands wreaked havoc on my fuzzy red balls. I grunted one last time and then sank even further into the corner, my eyes rolling in the back of my head as I moaned out my surrender.

My hips bucked as load after load of hot beast spunk blasted out of my jutting cock. Wingnut making messy gulping sounds as he swallowed, his mouth clamped hard around my dick. Meanwhile the hands around my balls were working overtime, pushing and pulling at the pulsating orbs, kneading as much cum from them as they could. I cried out piteously as I felt my thick beastly spunk being sucked out of my big red balls, sinking further and further into the corner with each lost load.

When Wingnut was finished he pulled himself off, but not giving my sore balls a few good squeezes and suckling on my cock to make sure that he'd gotten it all. He flipped himself off my shoulders and crouched down in front of me, giving me a good view of his cum-covered face. Lowering himself to his knees he wiped his face off on my mane. My grunt of displeasure turned into a moan as he turned around and kissed me. The taste of his spit combined with my own beastly spunk drove my senses crazy. My dick spurted a few times, errant cum shooting out across the ring.

Slowly Wingnut pulled away from the kiss, a thick trail of spit bridging the gap between our mouths. With a wink he got to his feet and stepped closer to me. He drew his hands to his trunks, slowly pulling them down. His thick blue cock flopped out, already dripping with pre-cum. He waved it in front of my face, flinging said pre-cum all over me. I watched as his cock started to grew, its movements hypnotic. Wingnut reached down and slipping his hands inside my mouth, forcing me to open it.

"No teeth."

Wingnut didn't wait for my reply and thrust his dick into my mouth as soon as he felt it wide enough. Obediently I sucked on it, quietly savoring the flavor of his spicy cock, when Wingnut reached down and grabbed at the sides of my heads. He then started to pump my face with his cock, his heavy sac slapping my fuzzy chin as he skull-fucked my hairy red face. After a short bit his body started to shake. With a rough yank of my head he pushed himself as far as he could, letting out a low moan as he came.

The force of his orgasm rocked the back of my throat and showed no signs of slowing down. Wingnut's hips bucked as he emptied himself down my throat. I swallowed as much as I could. Wingnut's had quite a lot of cum.

Eventually His dick began to soften, spewing a few more shots of bat spunk before it went flaccid. He pulled out of my mouth, dropping his hands from my head. Taking his dick in hand he then started to wipe it off on my face before stuffing it back into his trunks.

Without warning a couple of meaty hands grabbed at Wingnut's sides and pulled him away. I looked up to see Leatherhead pull the blue bat into an inverted bearhug.

"Ut, you ain't gonna be escaping me this time."

Leatherhead took a few steps backwards and stared to shake up and down. Wingnut cried out from the shaking, his arms flailing about. Leatherhead then stopped and switched things up a bit, shaking his captive bat from side to side. I watched as Wingnut was flung around like a dish-rag. A smirk crossed my face when I saw one of Wingnut's hands connect with Leatherhead's big purple pouch.

Leatherhead's thrashing about came to a complete stop, a weird look crossing his face. Wingnut gave him several more hard jabs, every shot making the gator's body rock a little. With each jab the hold Leatherhead had on Wingnut weakened, his legs wobbling from weakness. After a particularly well-placed blow Leatherhead released Wingnut, staggering backwards onto the ropes with his hands around his injured, swelling man-pouch.

But Wingnut wasn't done with him just yet. Grabbing the ropes on either side of Leatherhead's slumped chest with the toes of his booted feet he went to work on the gator's purple pouch. He pulled the zipper down, letting the gator's huge Louisiana dick flop out of its stuffy leather casing.

Wingnut went to town on Leatherhead's cock, noisily licking at it with his tongue while his hands toyed with the massive low-hangers dangling between his legs. Leatherhead sank back into the ropes, whimpering as he felt his overly-sensitive cock and over-sized balls swell from Wingnut's touch and tongue. I could make out the imprint it made on Wingnut's mouth whenever he went down on that gargantuan dick, spit trickling out onto the sides of his upturned mouth. The ease with which he went up and down Leatherhead's massive dick showed me how he was able to handle my little beasty. Eventually Leatherhead started to shiver, and I knew that he didn't have much longer. Wingnut stopped orally assaulting him and opened his mouth up really wide, swallowing his cock like he did mine. It wasn't long until Leatherhead gave out.

"Ooooaaaaaaaggghhhh...!"

Leatherhead roared as he came, his massive hips thrusting his giant cock deep into Wingnut's throat. Large splotches of jizz burst out of the sides of Wingnut's mouth. Wingnut's throat had bulged visibly from the volume, though he never stopped swallowing the gator's heavy spunk. Leatherhead's lulled his head back as he rode out his orgasm, absently bucking his massive hips while Wingnut drank his big-rig dry.

It was hard to look at the way Wingnut worked Leatherhead over and not get a little riled up; my balls were already starting to reload. I caught myself jerking off to the scene unfolding in front of me. Summoning all my willpower I stopped myself and stuffed my cock back into my trunks, barely aware of the outline my erection made on the fabric.

Leatherhead's bucking started to slow down. With a heavy sigh he sunk to the ground, panting heavily. Wingnut continued to suck him in that odd position, shifting his feet to go as far behind his fallen back as they could. I saw Leatherhead buck his hips a few more times, the last one being the longest, grunting as he released the last of his salty cum down the mouth of that bat.

I watched as Wingnut brought himself up to his feet, apparently too tired to notice me sneaking up on him. Before the little bat even knew what was going on I'd him knee deep in a fireman's carry, his back pressing into my shoulders as I bounced him up and down. Wingnut's shrieks of terror were music to my ears.

Grinning madly I slid a hand up Wingnut's yellow trunks and yanked out his cock. I got a little rhythm thing going on, bouncing up and down while squeezing his blue cock. After some more squatting and squeezing Wingnut stopped fighting. I could feel his body going limp into my shoulders.

Heh, got ya now...

I dropped the arm around his head and swung him around by his legs, grabbing him when he was upside down and holding him tight against my chest. I bucked him a bit to bring him up a bit, giving me a full view of his ass. I slid the hand holding Wingnut up his upside-down body, whacking him in the sides with my other hand whenever he tried to fight back. When the hand reached the trunks I pulled the skimpy things up his thighs, that bubbly blue ass glaring at me. Licking my lips I opened my mouth and dove in. I went all over his ass with my tongue, focusing on his pinched pink rim. My other hand went to stroke off his balls, sliding up and down his limp cock, slowing making it rise.

I felt Wingnut's hands slide down my trunks and pull out my own meaty rod. I moaned as he jerked it in his hands, stroking it to full hardness. My hips started to buck up into the air and I could feel my cock begin to leak. I started to pick up the pace on my end, jerking his cock faster while digging deeper into the confines of his sweaty ass-crack with my oblong tongue. Deeper and deeper I went, making sure to reach every part of his inner-walls, all the while trying desperately not to cum, my hips bucking the air faster and faster, and I knew that I was about to blow. Luckily for me, Wingnut was even further along than I was. About the same time Wingnut's hips tensed up, and I could feel his balls close in. At that point, it was anyone's race.

Wingnut yowled into the air as he came, his pinched rump jerking forward as his cock delivered the goods, shooting his cum all over the ring. Wingnut's hands fell off my dick and dangled in the air, following suite as the rest of his body fell limp against my shoulder blade.

I bumped my shoulder a few times as a pre-cautionary measure before I set him down. As soon as I laid him down onto the mat Wingnut's hands shot up and grabbed hold of my dick.

I roared out as Wingnut clinched at my erect cock with his hands. I whined piteously as he used my cock to pull himself up. He pulled me down by my dick, forcing me to look him in the eyes.

"That was really good," said Wingnut, "Now let's see how you like it."

My body jerked as Wingnut ran his hand up and down my overpowered fuckrod, his delicate movements drawing out little driblets of crystal-clear pre-cum. I moaned helplessly as he led me around the ring by my cock, helplessly clutching at his hands as he pulled along by my jutting hips. Wingnut stopped and pulled me forward, my body bumping into his. Botches of white dotted my vision as he started to tweak my nips, twisting and pulling them between his fingers. He sneered up at me while he worked me over, twisting and pulling my drooling dick and jutting nips as though they were buttons on a computer.

I felt my dangling bad-boys draw up to my cock and cried out as I struggled against cumming, my body trembling from the strain. A sigh of relief left my mouth when I felt Wingnut release my nipple. I saw him raise his free hand up in front of me and bucked a bit when he brought it down and clamped it around my cock. My hips made little bucks as Wingnut ran his hands up and down my big red cock, tears forming in my eyes as I struggled to rein in my raging lusts, whimpering as I felt him run his palm over the crown of my great big drizzling fuckrod, rubbing furiously.

I felt my cock tingle and closed my eyes, crying out a warning. Wingnut gave my dick one final jerk and held it there as I cried out my orgasm. I yowled as I came, rope upon rope of my salty-sweet spunk burst out of my up-turned cock. I cried out, as I felt my dick being given encouraging strokes by the hands clamped around the head, milking my hulking beasthood. I winched as a pair of fingers clamped onto one of my nips and twisted it, drawing out another burst of cum. My body humped the air helplessly as I was coerced into giving up my salty jizz, coating the ring and ropes white with my salty-sweet beast juice.

Eventually my orgasm began to die down. Those last few shots really took it out of me; Wingnut's grip on my limp noddle was the only thing keeping me upright. He tugged at my cock whenever it looked like I'd fall over, snickering when the heightened after-sex sensitivity made me cry out. He played with my limp dick for a bit, slapping it around in his hands and chuckling at the few pitiful splotches of cum that his manhandling had coaxed from my tool, before he let it fall over my depleted nut-sac, taking a step backward to appreciate my trembling form. I was so tired, so winded, that I collapsed backwards, powerless and spent, right into the center of Leatherhead's chest.

"He's really something, eh Beastman?"

I took a few deep breathes before answering. "You got that right lizard-lips. Took the fight right outta me."

Leatherhead gave me a really strange look. "Now what say you we finish things up." I felt a big, slimy something press against the crack of my ass.

"B-but... but I," I started, "But I ain't got nothing... *huff*... left."

In front of me Wingnut stepped closer, taking my deflated cock in hand. "We'll just see about that."

Suddenly I could feel hands all over my body, touching at my nips, gliding over my chest, rummaging through my furry mane. I could feel my cock growing in Wingnut's hands, re-energized by the stimulation Leatherhead and Wingnut were giving me. Leatherhead's cock rubbed against my hairy cheeks, smearing their slimy cargo all over my ass. Using his free hand Wingnut reached up and pulled me into a deep kiss, his body pressing into my own as he stood up on his tippy-toes to reach me. His husky breath seemed to travel down my body, running rings around my jutting nips, before dropping into my balls, the heat giving new life to my devastated big boys. I sank further into the kiss as I felt my dick grow to full-mast. Wingnut pulled out of the kiss, winking at me as he stepped back a bit, his hands never ceasing in their taunting stroking of my revitalized cock.

A big leathery hand on the side of my head turned me away from the blue bat working my dick, and towards the giant green gator behind me, whose serpentine tongue snaked through my mouth. I closed my eyes in bliss, moaning around the oral invader as it went down my throat, tugging at the sides of my mouth.

The feel of something soft and wet engulfing my dick brought me down from my heady high. I looked down to see Wingnut's ass swallow my cock. The coating of cum and spit already on my dilapidated cock made it easier for him to take it in, wiggling his pinched blue cheeks connecting with my hips as his ass took it all in.

As that was happening Leatherhead had stopped smearing his cock over my furry backside and pulled out of the kiss. He placed his hands on both side of my hips and then without warning shoved his cock into my ass.

"Aaahh!"

Leatherhead moaned as he pumped his bloated gator-pole in and out of my ass. His hands went up my sides and pulled my arms backwards, pulling me against his chest while he pumped my ass with his fat cock. Beneath me Wingnut had gotten a bit more comfortable being impaled on my dick, slowly going up and down my blundering dick. I shivered as I felt him draw up close to my chest, whimpering as I felt his inner-walls wring my cock.

"Ut, let's make ourselves a bit more... mmmm comfortable."

My legs were kicked out from under me. Leatherhead pressed my back to his chest and bent down, forcing me to my knees. Wingnut went down as well, propping himself up on his elbows as he fucked himself on my dick. He started going faster, his bubbly cheeks slapping nosily against my chest. With the dick in my ass and the ass on my dick it didn't take long before I moaned out my surrender, my dick pumping cum deep into Wingnut's ass. Leatherhead never stopped, pressing me in all the right places. I felt Wingnut shiver below me and heard the sound of something splattering against the ring, know. The sudden constriction rang my cock even harder than before, and I found myself moaning as a fresh burst of cum shot out of my captive cock. I cried out as I felt Wingnut's ass mangle my dick, his inner-walls cruelly milking my bloated beast-tool. The pistoning phallus in my own ass worked over my prostate, forcing my overworked balls into churning out as much cum as they could.

Above me Leatherhead had started to shiver. He pulled me against his chest and moaned, pumping piping hot gator spunk deep into my ass. I could feel it coat my insides, and begin to trickle out of my ass. He drew an arm across my chest to hold me closer to his as he bucked against me a few more times before letting me go. I fell atop Wingnut, who himself had collapsed onto the mat, sliding off slightly to the side while my flaccid cock slipped out of his ass. Wingnut bucked a few times before collapsing onto the mat, huffing loudly. I pulled my cock out when his ass loosened its hold on it, falling slightly to the side. Leatherhead bucked a few times into my ass and collapsed above and between us, sweaty and panting. He pulled up just enough to pull his cock out of my ass before falling back on top of us, his arms spread out across our backs.

"Mmm. That was good," he said, as he licked us both. "We ought to do that again sometime, eh Beastman?"

"*huff* I got no complaints. What about you 'Nut?"

Some light snoring was all the answer I got. I smiled at Wingnut and propped my head on my arm, barely aware of Leatherhead and how he was making himself comfortable on top of us, before I too drifted off to sleep, the sounds of his heavy breathing the last thing I remember hearing before falling asleep myself.