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"Erotic Wrestling Championship" says the large poster in front of you on the wall.

You're sitting on one of the wooden benches of the males' locker room, still clad in your high-cut red speedo and soaking wet from your recent swim in the pool. You are a male Labrador Retriever, a slender and athletic but strong body beneath your black fur. Tad is your name, and you are the soon-to-be champion of the Erotic Wrestling Championship. A wrestling competition taking place at this very gym, the goal is to make the enemy combatant orgasm, making it a highly popular sport. After winning several matches in a row, only one more combatant remains, but since you don't watch the other matches, you have no idea who it is.

You cannot help but feel yourself become hard in your skimpy speedo as you recall your past few matches, how you brought each of your opponents to orgasm. You recall how helpless they were in their final moments before their climaxes, how you enjoyed every moment of their helpless defeat, watching as their own skimpy trunks filled with their cum as your paws manipulated and dominated them. All of your victorious have thus far been the result of your renowned speed and agility at the gym, allowing you to easily dodge around your enemies and get them in just the right hold to provide you a perfect grasp on their arousal through their trunks.

Your red speedo rapidly tenting at the arousing memories, you are suddenly jolted by the feel of two scaly hands on your shoulders.

"Hey, champ! Lookin' forward to tonight?" says Kaige.

A male snake and your best friend, Kaige is the only person at the gym who has ever matched you in terms of speed. His scaly body just as slender and athletic as yours, he is also a popular target of second glances and ogling at the gym. He is wearing a high-cut blue speedo, his scaly body also dripping with water.

"A bit anxious, I guess..." you say, the scent of chlorine in your sensitive nose.

"Heh, don't worry, the mat's probably gonna be covered with cum by the time you're finished!" says Kaige, gently rubbing your shoulders. Looking down, he notices the growing bulge in your green speedo. "Looks like you already can't wait, huh?"

Realising that he notices your arousal only serves to make you feel more aroused. You've never told anyone this, but you've had a crush on Kaige ever since you first saw him at this gym. Nothing could make you feel better than knowing that he feels the same about you.

"You bet it will!" you say happily as you bring yourself to you feet.

"I think I'm gonna take that shower now..." you say, suddenly freezing as you notice Kaige's scaly right hand still on your shoulder, slowly sliding down your left arm. Your heart rate skyrockets.

Without warning, he pulls the two of you together, instantly connecting his scaly snout to your furry muzzle, grinding the crotch of his speedo against yours. Your arousal soars as his forked tongue slithers around inside your mouth, tickling here and there. Your eyes tightly closed, your moans are muffled as your two speedos grind together. The stimulation is driving you crazy!

"Mmmmmmmph..." you moan into Kaige's mouth, unable to hold back any signs of your arousal.

One of Kaige's hands moves to caress your sides, while the other slides around to rub against your backside through your speedo. This is like a dream come true, Kaige massaging you while grinding his bulge against yours, all the while having his way with your mouth. You take hold of his scaly sides with your paws and gently rub up and down, occasionally moving to the backside of his speedo as well, enjoying the feeling of his rump in your paws behind the blue fabric of his skimpy swimwear. You love the feeling of the scales on the sides of his body against your paws, exceptionally slick and smooth, not to mention the feel of his scaly hands massaging you against your fur.

The pressure in your loins grows with each passing second. You can feel Kaige's own tenting speedo rubbing over yours, grinding the blue and green fabric together. Already stains of pre-cum are visible on the tents of both your speedos. You two of you continue like this for several minutes, his scales rubbing against your fur while the pleasure washing over you escalates, slowly building between your legs and eager to burst with ecstasy.

He suddenly pulls his head away from yours, his forked tongue slithering out of your snout. You long for the taste of snake saliva in your mouth. Your arousal throbs and begs for release as Kaige's scaly hand caresses it through the fabric of your speedo. You are breathing, panting and moaning so hard as Kaige pushes you into the shower stall, closing the plastic door behind you. You feel his long, scaly tail wrap around your thighs, rubbing against your fur, then moving up to tickle the underside of your bulge. You get your wish as he reconnects his snout with yours.

"You're a horny little thing, aren't ya?" says Kaige, briefly pulling his forked tongue out of your mouth to speak, then pushing back in.

"Mmmmmph... Mmmmm!" you say, your moans of blissful pleasure muffled in his mouth.

He pulls out again. "I've noticed the way you look at me, hot stuff. You sure can get me aroused!"

"Mmmmmmmm!" you moan, barely able to contain the incredible pressure for much longer.

He moves his hands away from your tenting speedo to stroke your backside through the fabric of the back. His tail curls around your bulge and begins to stimulate you.

"Yeah, that's right. I've wanted to hear you moan ever since I first saw you. Now I got you all to myself. Now cum!"

"MMMMMMPH!!!" you moan as the intense pressure finally reaches its peak and you moan loudly into Kaige's mouth as you orgasm, large quantities of your fluids bursting into your speedo. Simultaneously, Kaige's own skimpy speedo fills with his warm cum, his hands and tail still manipulating and fondling your entire body.

"UUUUUHHHH!!!" you moan as your orgasm finishes, screaming your pleasure as Kaige's tongue retracts from your snout.

Your orgasm only drags on as your empty your load into your red speedo, your length throbbing as it strains the fabric. After what seems like forever, it finally stops and your legs give out underneath you. In front of you, you see Kaige's tenting speedo turn a dark blue as he fills it with cum, groaning out his own orgasm. As his tail lowers your body, still wrapped up in your afterglow, you reach a wobbly paw out to grasp him through his skimpy garment, unable to deny just how incredible he looks wearing it.

In moments you're on the floor of the shower, your spread legs limp as he lies you back against the moist wall. Panting and sweating, he leans himself against the wall above you, shoving his soaked speedo in your face. You extend your tongue and lick him through the fabric, slurping up his seed as it forces itself through the speedo.

After a few minutes, you find yourself insanely tired. You slump your head back against the wall and close your eyes, Kaige's speedo still right in your face as the musky odour overwhelsm your senses and arouses you further still.

As you slowly awake an unknown amount of time later, the sound of showering reaches your ears. In a few moments it stops, and Kaige, now wearing a blue speedo, walks past you, soaking wet with a towel around his neck. Looking down you notice your speedo is gone, replaced with Kaige's blue speedo, while he is clearly wearing yours.

"Sleep tight, gorgeous..." he says, grinning and winking at you as he walks off.

With that, you close your eyes and drift off once again.

"Looks like someone's been havin' some personal fun times, huh?" comes a male voice.

Slowly returning to wakefulness and opening your tired eyes, you see a variety of other males standing before you, grinning, laughing and eyeing you up. Looking down you notice your speedo is still soaked with your cum, so you can't have been asleep for too long.

"Even the champion needs to blow off some steam, and other things!" said another.

Most of them are wearing speedos. In the background, some are only just putting their skimpy swimsuits on.

"Come on, let's help him out!" says a studly gray mouse.

The males grab you by your arms, pulling your athletic body onto their shoulders as they drag you out of the shower stall. Dragging you just a few meters, they lower your back down on one of the benches, spreading your legs to hang off either side. Your mind is still tired and foggy.

"Look, guys! He's already hard!" says the studly gray mouse, pointing at your soiled speedo as it begins to tent once again.

A young weasel wearing a shiny black thong sits on the bench between your legs, and with an excited smile, takes hold of the sides of your (formerly Kaige's) speedo, pushing the thin strips of blue lycra further up your hips. He then moves his paws down to engulf the bulge in your speedo to gently massage you through the fabric, pushing your lycra-covered, soaked bulge up, down, left and right, sending waves of pleasure through you with each movement, all the while the other males chat...

"Dude, you have GOT to let me have a go with him!"

"This is incredibly hot!"

"Dat speedo..."

"Make him cum!"

"Let me go next!"

"I want that body..."

"I think we've all wanted to do this to him for some time! Heck, he's beaten some of us in the ring!"

"Yeah, this is great payback!"

The paws of the many other males surrounding you begin to wonder over your body, softly tickling, fondling, groping, massaging and caressing you everywhere they can. The blissful sensations are absolutely overwhelming, but you dare not deny in your mind that you love every moment of this pleasurable torture, being handled by all these guys at once, each of them eager to see you climax into your friend's speedo. You drink in every single touch, forgetting about everything except for the incredible stimulation.

"Come on! Cum for us! We wanna see you cum!"

"No, make him wait for it!"

"That's right, stop at the last minute, then continue again shortly after!"

The words of the other males only serves to send your libido through the roof, your sensitive length throbbing in your speedo from the attention and begging for release!

After a few minutes of the scantily-clad males tormenting your body, you instinctively begin thrusting your hips into the hand of the weasel, while a fox pulls the sides of your speedo up your hips. Your loud moans echo throughout the large locker room.

"He's almost there!"

"He's gonna cum!"

"Yeah! Blow your load like the toy you are!"

"Cum for us, champ!"

"Thanks, Kaige." you think to yourself as the pressure between your legs builds to incomprehensible levels. You furiously hump the air above you as your body tenses and seizes up with your climax. Thick wads of cum spew into the tenting blue speedo as you lose yourself in one of the best orgasms of your life.

"Look at him go!"

"He's still goin'!

"That's a lot o' cum!"

Finally you finish climaxing, your speedo utterly soaked with both your cum and Kaige's. You are left panting heavily, your tongue hanging loosely from your snout.

"That's what I call a climax!"

"Now that's how you cum!"

"This is just way too hot..."

Almost all the males drop to their knees and begin jacking themselves off through their skimpy swimwear, throwing their heads back as they work furiously to satisfy their pent-up arousal. In a few minutes, cum-soaked furs lie half-asleep all around you as you rest against the bench, your warm seed seeping through your speedo and onto the wood.

A few minutes later, you finally shake off your exhaustion and stagger to your footpaws. You take a shower, still wearing the blue speedo, while the others begin to force themselves to their legs as well. You hear the sound of even further moaning coming from the other shower stalls.

When you finish, your dry yourself off with a towel, still keeping your speedo on, deciding the little article of lycra is worth treasuring. Heading out of the locker room, you head into the main gym. Various work-out devices lie scattered about. Other speedo-clad males exercise in the machines, while leotard-clad females watch intently, giggling with each other as they comment on the bulging trunks of the males. The more muscular males wear only skimpy posing briefs, each one worn high on the hips with the thinnest sides.

Looking around, you notice a muscular coyote in a shiny red posing brief sitting at one of the machines, his legs spread around the leather seat as his arms pull the handles at his sides to his front, pulling the massive weights behind him off the ground. Sweat streams down his brown fur as his muscles exert themselves. Grinding his teeth, his eyes are tightly closed. However, what appeals to you about the sight is the gathering of other gym-goers around him, watching as a female cat in a red leotard kneels down beside him, using a paw to rub and fondle the red bulge between the spread, muscular thighs of the coyote while the others cheer them both on.

The sight drives you crazy. You head towards the spectacle to get a better view while you feel yourself hardening in Kaige's blue speedo. As you approach, you see a noticeably large stain on the front of the coyote's posing trunks, no doubt the result of pre-cum spurred on by his arousal. You think to yourself what you'd give to be in his position!

The coyote is panting heavily. His tongue begins to hang loosely from his mouth. The pleasurable onslaught from the cat's paw, and then her tongue, drives him rapidly towards a climax. A few more minutes pass and finally he orgasms, staining the entire front of his red posing trunks with his seed, yet despite the intense pleasure and the echoes of his moans, he does not let up his exercises and continues lifting the weights.

"The big guy wins!" says one of the males.

You realise the point of the activity was to see if the coyote could continue to exercise unhindered by his climax, and he certainly could, as evidenced by his continued workout. After a while, the coyote stops and is left panting on the leather seat of the machine, utterly soaked in sweat and his posing trunks filled to the brim with fluids, soaking through the shiny red fabric. He receives a few pats and congratulations from the crowd, while the female who was working his bulge just couldn't get enough of him and was still fondling him through the high-cut brief.

After a few minutes of continued panting, and several more gushes of cum in the soaked posing trunks, the massive coyote staggers to his feet. The female cat stands up as well and the two suddenly kiss, their tongues exploring deep into each others' mouths. You notice the rings on their fingers and conclude that the two are probably married. As adorable as the thought is, the entire ordeal was too much to bare and you immediately head to one of the machines to sit down. You press your paw to your bulging speedo and get to work satisfying your arousal, much to the delight of other gym-goers.

Night falls as the hour passes, and you have already showered once again, the smell of musk replaced with a fresh, soapy odour, but it will not last long. Already you can feel your hormones raging out of control as you approach the entrance to the arena, still clad in Kaige's blue speedo. You take it by the waistband and pull it further up your hips.

Finally, the time has come.

Striding slowly into the huge room with your bare footpaws against the soft mat, your blue speedo already tenting with eagerness for the fight ahead, you smile and wave at the cheering audience. The fanatical cries of your name are music to your ears. The announcer's voice on the loudspeaker introduces you as you enter the ring. As you reach the centre, you spin around with your arms raised to your sides, showing off your athletic build to the horny fans.

"And in this corner," says the announcer. "the only other wrestler with just as many wins as our current champion..."

You have no idea who it is, considering you only watch the matches and video replays when you are in them.

"...glistening scales under a superb red speedo... KAIGE!!!"

Immediately you turn to face the other entrance. Striding smugly down the walkway is Kaige, still wearing your red speedo. The light from above shimmers against his smooth scales.

"Hey, stud!" he says. "Didn't expect to see me?"

Your libido soars at the sight of your friend, the fabric of your speedo stretching as arousal begins to consume you. You're at a loss for words.

"Don't worry, if you beat me, I'll give you your speedo back!" he continues.

"Fight!" yells the announcer.

In a flash, Kaige charges into your legs, knocking you forward. He catches you as you fall, spinning you around and leaning your spine against his knee, your arms spread out.

"Shhhh..." says Kaige, running his scaly right hand over your abdomen, his left hand running up and down your thighs.

You love the feeling of him touching you like this, every single contact like a little spark of heaven, sending jolts of pleasure through your sensitive body. Then suddenly he moves a scaly index finger to your tenting speedo, rubbing against the tip.

"Heh, I didn't expect you to get hard so quickly!" says Kaige with a grin.

You simply lie where you are, your arms spread out as he teases you through your speedo. You close your eyes, welcoming every little sensation, despite being in full view of the surrounding audience, watching as Kaige humiliates you.

"You like that, huh?" he says, getting a fist full of your tenting bulge and rubbing your package up and down.

You let out a contented moan as he masturbates you, the fabric of the speedo seeming to intensify the pleasurable sensations. Nothing feels better than someone else's manipulators around your own throbbing arousal. You breathe deeply as the tingles of bliss wash over you, your heart rate skyrocketing. You're in heaven!

"We got a winner!!!" yells Kaige, raising his head to face the audience as he notices pre-cum staining your tenting speedo.

Finally you muster the willpower to force yourself to your footpaws. You throw yourself forward as you straighten your legs, but Kaige is right behind you, throwing a scaly green arm around your neck and another around your abdomen, restraining you where you are. You try to pull his arm away from your neck.

"Come on, champ, we both know I'm gonna make you cum!" says Kaige, his forked tongue slithering out of his mouth to tickle your neck and your air.

The arm around your abdomen suddenly dips and he grasps you by the bulge in your speedo once again, much to the delight of the crowd. The shudder as he stimulates you while the bulge of his speedo presses into your rump.

"Time to give up, hot stuff!" Kaige teases, a mocking and smug tone in his voice. "You won't enjoy this as much if you don't!"

Fighting your primal urges once more, you duck down, both his arms losing their grip from around you. You run to try and get some distance, but Kaige's swift hands grab you by the arm, causing you to spin around as he pulls you towards him. As you are thrown into him, he suddenly connects his snout to yours, and your two bulging speedos meet once again. He moves his hips up and down, rubbing his speedo against yours, eliciting a soft moan from you. His scaly arms wrap around you and pull you close.

Again, you summon your willpower and duck under his arms, getting a face-full of Kaige's bulging speedo as you throw yourself back, falling on your backside. The quick whiff you took of the scent from Kaige's speedo makes you feel dizzy, your mind hazy with pheromones.

As you sit there idly, unable to straighten your thoughts or control your arousal, Kaige approaches you and shoves his bulging speedo in your face as pre-cum flows into your speedo. The powerful aroma practically shuts off your brain, leaving you unable to focus on anything but the pressure rapidly building between your legs.

"You like it, hot stuff?" says Kaige, smiling down on you.

You slowly move a paw down to rub against your bulging speedo, but Kaige suddenly moves your arm away and lays your back against the ground. Immediately he connects his snout with yours again while his left hand moves to gently caress you through your speedo, the stain of your fluids growing ever larger.

"Ready to give up now...?" says Kaige, retracting his snout and his hand as he positions himself behind you.

Before you can get up he reaches his right hand down your torso, running circles around your speedo with his index finger, teasing your thighs and abdomen. It becomes too much and you content yourself to just stay where you are.

"I'll let him have a little fun with me, but that's all..." you think to yourself.

His scaly hand glides over to the crotch of your speedo and grips your arousal firmly through the lycra blue spandex. At the same time, you feel his own tenting speedo pushing into your back.

"Mmmmmmnnnn..." you moan.

He looks you in the eyes, then lets out his forked tongue, sliding it across your snout, then sliding into your mouth as he smothers you with a deep kiss, sending the crowd into a frenzy of excitement. Males in the audience still wearing their speedos begin rubbing themselves immediately.

"Mmmmmph!" is all that can be heard of your muffled moans.

His hand, rubbing against your bulge, suddenly pulls back, only to dip into the top of your speedo, sliding down to embrace your throbbing length directly, gently masturbating you behind the fabric. The crowd goes absolutely insane!

"Mmmph! Mmmmph! Mmmmmph!"

"Cum! Cum! Cum! Cum! Cum!" the crowd chants, determined to see the champion soil his speedo.

The pleasure building inside you rapidly approaches its peak, the chanting of the audience almost hypnotically urging you forward. Still Kaige's tongue slithers around inside your mouth, tickling your own tongue. Suddenly he pulls his hand out of your speedo and embraces you through the fabric once again, now masturbating you ferociously as you gently gyrate your hips.

"Mmph!! Mmph! Mmph!" is all anyone hears from you as you vocally express the incredible sensations.

Kaige slowly pulls his tongue out of your mouth. "Got somethin' to say, champ?" he says, looking seductively into your blissful face.

"I... I'm gonna... I'm gonna... I'm gonna cum..." you stammer, your eyes still closed.

"I can't hear you..." says Kaige, smugly.

"I'm gonna... cum..." you say again.

"Louder!"

"I'm... I'M GONNA CUM!!!"

The crowd roars and Kaige kisses you once again, laying your back on the floor and masturbating you even more furiously. Then the pressure reaches its peak and you can't hold it back any longer. You thrust your hips furiously as you spew your loser load into your skimpy speedo, turning the fabric a dark blue. Never have you ever felt anything this good!

"MMMMMMPH!!!" you scream into Kaige's mouth.

After what feels like a whole minute, your orgasm finally finishes, the last of your cum emptying into the speedo. Kaige takes care to force out every last drop with his expert hands. When he is satisfied, he snakes his tongue out of your mouth.

"I told you I was gonna make you cum, Tad." he says, sternly, but with a smile. "Now you're gonna return the favour..."

He lifts you onto his shoulder, his obvious superior strength showing.

"The winner is Kaige!" yells the announcer through the loudspeaker. "In a stunning turn of events, Tad has utterly failed to take the title of champion! We expect Kaige is gonna have a ton of fun with his reward!"

"Oh, I definitely will..." says Kaige, rubbing your bulge with a scaly hand as he drags you out of the arena, your footpaws scraping against the ground.

To be continued?