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The Nightrow was packed tonight. Well it was always packed; action like what was featured there every night wasn't exactly common place.

But tonight was a special occasion; a battle of fan-favorites. 2-on-1! Such matches weren't forbidden but they were incredibly uncommon; the basil that doubled for their ring could only hold so much fluid. The massive, studly, virile men that fought in the Nightrow had a tendency to fill the basil up rather quickly. And that's just in the regular 1-on-1 matches.

Which was why tonight was such a special occasion.

In one corner (for lack of a better term) of said basil stood Tokeki, a shimmering red eastern dragon in his bright green singlet that favored his toned, blue-haired bod.

Across the way stood two mega level digimon, Blackwargreymon and Wargreymon; two musclebound hunks larger and more muscular than the dragon, their digital bodies clad in naught be a single pair of speedos each, gold and black respectively.

Wargreymon flicked his hand through his wildly unkempt mane as he turned to gaze across the way at Tokeki, memories of his earlier fight, and subsequent defeat by, the snickering dragon literally lounging across the way. His partner, Blackwargreymon was a tad more composed.

His defeat, while not nearly as dramatic and over the top as Wargreymon's, was nevertheless more than a little irritating. Not to mention a serious blow to his pride. That smarmy little dragon had done a number on him. As far as Wargreymon was concerned, this was the perfect opportunity for some payback.

There would be no referee for the night's festivities; the basil didn't allow for more people than necessary. And besides which, none of the combatants had wanted one. Indeed, it was one thing that they'd agreed on.

How the match would go was otherwise something that would have to be resolved.

Tokeki stepped up first, taking several steps out of his little 'corner' of the basil to turn and hawk at the assembled crowd of musclebound brutes and licentious bastards, alternatively taunting and teasing them with fabulous flexes and bewitching twerks.

The duo of Blackwargreymon and Wargreymon glared across the basil at the sensuous dragon, seeming disinterested with the latter's blatant peacocking; their earlier encounters, and subsequent complete and total defeats by, him were more than enough to dispel any notions of him being harmless.

Which was why tonight, they'd something special prepared for him...

Turning his back on his adoring fans Tokeki graced the Wargreymon duo with a grin, "I'm surprised that you managed to show your faces here," he quipped, staring down his nose at the two towering behemoths, "I'd have thought you'd be smarter than that."

Blackwargreymon's hand clamped onto Wargreymon's bulging shoulder, stilling the latter's impassioned retort in its tracks.

"I see that you remember our little tussle Wargreymon," Tokeki's words were positively dripping with mirth, "About how you came to me, thinking you could take me." His hands started to roam his muscular form. "I remember taking everything you could dish out. I'd say that I tanked your Terra Force rather well," he quipped, as he clutched his bright shinny bulge and wiggled it suggestively at Wargreymon, "Several times, if we're being honest."

The intense blush that blossomed on the greymon's face betrayed his memories of the event.

"You know for a mega," Tokeki droned on, "you're something of a weakling. And the less said about your partner." Blackwargreymon's eyes narrowed as he caught the inflection Tokeki had put on his last word, "The better. Busted that Virus but good."

Now it was Blackwargreymon's turn to blush.

"If it's any consolation BW, you've got a lot more juice in your system than WG did." Tokeki's expression turned sly. "Although it might be more accurate to say that you _had_more in your system; you're something of a painslut."

Blackwargreymon and Wargreymon exchanged a hard glance, their ripped muscled bodies flexing in unconscious agitation. And though no words were spoken, they both knew that tonight was going to be when the tables turned.

Wargreymon turned to glare across at Tokeki. "You sure talk big," he said, raising the bass in his voice so the audience could hear, "In case you'd forgotten, you're facing two of us now. Don't think that it's gonna be like last time."

"At least in your favor," came Blackwargreymon, his rich voice following on the heels of his vicinal counterpart's, "If anything I'd say that the odds favor us tonight."

Tokeki flicked his hand under his muzzle at his opponents. "Fuck the odds."

The crowd's roaring adulations grew at Tokeki's words; the dragon's incredible charisma and impressive bravado never failed to rile his fans, most of whom filled the spherical seats surrounding the large metal basil that doubled as tonight's ring.

A bell rang, piercing the shrieks and caws of the crowd, signaling the start of the match. Tokeki was out of his corner first, walking briskly across the basil towards Blackwargreymon and Wargreymon, keeping his stance up.

For their part Wargreymon and Blackwargreymon didn't both to remain stationary, exchanging a look and a nod before splitting off in opposite directions of the approaching dragon, keeping the aforementioned braggart between then.

Tokeki watched as the two walked around him, counterclockwise so that he was always in their center, coming to a stop and widening his stance as he noticed the circle they walked around him slowly starting to shrink.

"You gonna do it like this," he quipped, his eyes darting back and forth between the two, "Ganging up on me is not very honorable."

"Hey. This is a handicap match." Wargreymon shrugged, as he continued to pace, "I wouldn't think that honor had anything to do with this."

"And besides which, you wanted this" his partner intoned, his eyes never leaving Tokeki's body, his cock twitching in his confines as it explored his muscular form, "Shouldn't complain about something that you'd been looking forward to."

Tokeki scoffed at the rebuttal but continued to watch the two behemoths circling him, waiting on them to break the ice. The three exchanged feints here and there, with either Tokeki faking a dash at either of the greymons or one of the aforementioned megas faking a snatch'n'grab.

It was Wargreymon who shot out first on the heels of Blackwargreymon's feint, breaking for Tokeki. And the dragon, ever so canny, saw it coming, emerald pouch bouncing as he spun his torso to meet his charge.

Blackwargreymon's hand shot out and grabbed the nearest Tokeki's, stopping him mid-spin. Around the same time Wargreymon had taken his other hand with both of his own. With naught but a wink that went over Tokeki's head the Mega greymons swung him like a ragdoll and slingshot the smaller dragon across the basil.

Tokeki landed face-first some ways away in a heap. Pulling himself up he grunted and roared, punching the basil in his frustration. He heard laughing behind him and spun around on his knees, catching sight of Wargreymon and Blackwargreymon giving the other a high-five, their snickering laughter echoing into his ears.

"Ah look at the little dragon, all tuckered out from trying to play with the big boys."

"You can always call it quits," Wargreymon quipped, "We'll go easy on you."

Enraged by the duo's insults Tokeki charged at them, form all but forgotten. The two split apart, letting Tokeki pass harmlessly in the now-open space between them. A pair of arms, Blackwargreymon's, hooks the dragon's outstretched arms and hooks upwards, pulling him against the former's rock hard chest. Said chest wasn't the only part that was rock hard.

Boy in hand Blackwargreymon turned around, meeting Wargreymon's grinning face. Stepping up to him the latter balled his right hand into a fist and delivered the first of several sharp punches to Tokeki's rock-hard abs. He unleashed several more in quick succession, the stone-like abs softening from the digi-knight's onslaught.

Behind him Blackwargreymon watches as his partner punishes the smaller Tokeki, a smile breaking his beak as the dramon destroyer's fists rocked the latter's body against his stiffened erection. A sigh of relief parted his lips when his partner stopped his attack; he didn't want to go so soon. Though he didn't like to admit it that had been his problem against Tokeki before; and it had cost him.

No, if he was to win tonight he'd have to play it a bit more carefully...

Blackwargreymon felt Tokeki's body hang limply from his arms, the eastern dragon's panting heavy in his ears. Chuckling loudly he swung the crimson lung from side-to-side before flinging him onto the ground, his loud chuckles escalating into guffaws.

"Heh, He ain't so tough."

Tokeki pulled himself up with a cough, reaching out with his hands to start to pull himself away. A hand grasping his legs stilled his advance and started to pull him back. He was pulled off the ground and then greeted by an inverted black speedo with a rather prominent bulge.

A second hand grabbed Tokeki's other leg. What followed was a piercing yowl as he felt his legs being forcibly split. The dastardly brute then brought his legs back together before abruptly splitting them just as before. He did this several times more before dropping onto his knee and, taking both of dragon's legs into one hand and his arms with the other, swung him down and smashed him against his outstretched knee. The resultant roar that erupted from Tokeki's mouth came with a burst of cum that shot through his singlet, hitting the vaccine digimon's elsewhere partner in the face.

Running a tongue along the rim of his mouth he licked up the jizz. "Mmm. He's a salty bastard."

"You can say that again," Wargreymon quipped, as he flung the jisming Tokeki off of his knee.

Marshalling his strength the rasping dragon pulled himself onto his back, the roar of the crowds echoing in his ears. He heard a pair of feet on either side of him before a couple of figures blocked the Nightrow's brand new spot lights.

Grinning down at the prone dragon the two megas reached down and grabbed an arm and a leg, raising them up to their chests and then dropping, as one, onto the basil.

The sound of Wargreymon's and Blackwargreymon's bodacious bulging butts slamming against the basil reverberated throughout the building, the crackling of Tokeki's joints coupled with the resultant roar following up soon after. Bracing the heels of their clawed feet under his elbows and hips the two megas continued to pull the dragon's brawny arms and legs. The dragon's oblong dick, having already fired off once, stirred within his lime-green singlet, making a noticeable arc as it rose like a flag.

A muted yowl from said dragon preceded a volcanic explosion of glossy white dragon-milk that flew high into the air, landing on Tokeki, his digital assailants and a large portion of the basil.

"Would you look at that? He shot off again!"

"I told you he's a painslut," Wargreymon snorted, "Just a little bit of pressure and they cave."

The two threw Tokeki onto the basil, a glossy-white sheen in the latter's eyes as he laid there, panting and gasping, tiny sparks of pain circuiting through his arms and legs. Out of the corner of his eyes Tokeki made out Wargreymon and saw the latter's massive hands grab him, feeling their strength as they pulled him onto his feet.

"Hey look at him. He's still hard!"

"Yeah but he can't do anything about it. Not in that outfit." Turning to his partner Blackwargreymon sneered, "What say we do something about that?"

His senses a mess Tokeki could barely make out Wargreymon and Blackwargreymon, and as such was dimly aware of the latter's presence behind him, and was unable to stop the latter from ripping his singlet, heavily moistened from his sweat and the copious amounts of cum covering both it and him, off his body, revealing his own sparking green speedo.

"Would you look at that," Blackwargreymon jeered to the audience, "He's sporting our gear!"

Wargreymon gave Tokeki's body a good looking over, absently rubbing the bulge in his own bright green pouch as he took in the dragon's luscious bod, "Yeah but he doesn't feel it out like we do. Gotta give him points for shooting off like he did through two pieces of gear; and with no hands no less!"

"Yeah, he's a big boy! Gonna fight with the big boys, fuck with the big boys..."

"Flex with the big boys," was Wargreymon's helpful response.

"Yeah, that's a great idea!"

Blackwargreymon turned his attention to Tokeki. "Come on buddy," he said, his mockery apparent in his tone, "Flex for us!"

Tokeki had just enough strength to shake his head but not enough to do more than that.

"Aw. Why not little dragon? I thought you were one of the big boys!?"

"Maybe he just needs some help." Tokeki saw Wargreymon reach out with his arms and grab his body, "Gotta look the part if you wanna be one of us."

His strength gone the dragon couldn't do more than shake his body and mumble weak little "no's" as the larger digimon pull and pressed and jerked at his body like a jar of clay. A sense of elation rushed through his body when Wargreymon finally stopped messing with him and stepped back, though that did nothing to restore his pride.

"Would you look at that? Now he looks like a big boy."

The pose Wargreymon put him in wasn't something he hadn't done before but in his current state he couldn't keep his arms up, lowering them when he felt what little strength he had left starting to leave him.

Wargreymon was right on top of him. "No stud," he quipped, as he pulled the dragon's arms back into place, "you gotta keep up the flex. Show the folks here that you've got what it takes."

But Tokeki couldn't, his arms dropping back almost as soon as the veteran virus buster released them. "Come on. You gotta keep your strength up!" Tokeki's arms fell even faster than before.

"Maybe he's tired?"

Wargreymon favored Tokeki with an incredulous look. "Is that it? Is the big boy tired?"

The dark knight, sneaking up on Tokeki, pushed him into his partner, saying, "Maybe he just needs a hug."

"Good idea." The vaccine's arms were beneath Tokeki's and his mouth was pressed against the center of the former's pecs before he knew what was going. "Come 'ere you!"

Tokeki whimpered into Wargreymon's chest as he felt the digi-knight starting to squeeze, the pain revitalizing him somewhat. He felt something shifting his tail and another body press up against his back, a hot and heavy musk combining and colliding with Wargreymon's, overriding his already delicate senses.

"Let me help." Out of the corner of his eye Tokeki saw a second pair of arms encircle him, pressing him tightly into the iron wall of orange flesh he was already pressed up against. "We big boys gotta stick together."

The two titans continued to press into the dragon, their bodies drowning out his cries. They rubbed and squeezed and pressed him, again and again, their hold strong though and their rubbing soft and fluid. Wargreymon's digi-cock, rebelling against the tyranny of his emerald speedo, pressed warningly against the crack of Tokeki's ass, as if warring for a destination. Blackwargreymon's own rock-hard digi-dong was equally rebellious, though it pushed up against Wargreymon's, the latter's moans as he felt his assaulting cock coming under attack riling him up, which in turned inflamed his own lusts, creating a vicious cycle of lust inducing crotchular assaults, with poor Tokeki caught in the middle.

The poor little dragon, already worn out from the two greymon's earlier attacks, could do no more than pant and moan as he helplessly writhed between their musky bods. His cock, being both rock hard caught in the ever tightening cavern between both his abs and Wargreymon's chiseled flatbed, throbbed warningly within the confines of his speedo, leaking precarious amounts of translucent out of the tented tip. Between the heat that pooled off of their massive bodies, the pain from the dual bearhug, and the overwhelming musk that emanated from their bodies, Tokeki's resistance crumbled like dust, his cock submitting to the abuse. Thick gouges of dragon semen came gushing out through his speedo, whose already moistened state did little to stop the gouging flood that arose between Wargreymon's and his own chests, coating them both.

The two megas, to Tokeki's horror, didn't stop squeezing him, despite his coating the vaccine in his subjugated male essence; indeed, they picked up the pace, their huffing and hawing picking up even as they squeezed him harder. The increase in friction did little to help Tokeki's raging lusts and it wasn't long until he came again, giving up even more of his seed. Again and again he came, the digimon's incredible frictions never ceasing; their thick musk, already inescapable due to where he was, grew heavier, added to what he had to endure.

Tokeki wasn't as happy as he felt he should have been when Wargreymon and Blackwargreymon loosened their grip on him, the latter pulling away from his back entirely. That left him hanging from the former, whose grip was already starting to loosen.

Relaxing his grip completely Wargreymon dropped Tokeki, who surprised him by not immediately collapsing onto the ground. He'd figured that after all the jizz he'd gotten rung out of him he'd be completely out of it.

"Gotta hand it to you, you held out even longer than I thought you would."

A blank stare coupled with some heavy panting and an unsteady stance was all he would get out of the dragon. Wargreymon's eyes trailed down the treasure trail on Tokeki's heavily moistened chest right to his trunks, covered by semen and sweat, and smiled at the still twitching cock straining the fabric.

"Blackwargreymon, would you mind relieving him of his speedo?"

Tokeki felt Blackwargreymon grab the sides of his speedo and yank them down to his ankles but only gave it the barest attention, being too tired to do much more than kick them off into the ever-growing pool of sweat and cum that had acclimated at his feet.

"Such a team player," Wargreymon quipped, "That's step two to hanging with the big boys."

Blackwargreymon grabbed Tokeki's sides. "Let's show him the next step," he said, as he hoisted Tokeki into the air.

Wargreymon started to close the distance between them. "Good idea. Let's do it."

Bracing his hands on either of Tokeki's sides Blackwargreymon slowly lowered the former's upperbody down and in front, towards Wargreymon, who Tokeki could see was already pulled out of his speedo, which floated down by his feet. Grabbing the eastern dragon's maw Wargreymon then maneuvered him down to his midsection, right in front of his own towering erection.

"Big boys always help out other big boys," he said, as he moved to open the dragon's mouth, "Especially if they're the ones who caused the problems in the first place. Now open wide."

Around the same time Tokeki felt something insert itself into his upturned anus, his lust-addled mind waiting until something else pushed in right afterwards that it must have been a finger, a third one poking itself in and wiggling about with the other two soon after. They soon pulled out not long afterwards and then Tokeki feeling something large press up against his rear entrance.

Pausing only to share a grin Wargreymon and Blackwargreymon pulled back and then as one _thrust_their rock hard dongs deep into Tokeki's mouth and ass respectively, the latter's cries muffled by the vaccine's dick.

"That's right," Wargreymon half-moaned, "Big boys have to be willing to go the extra mile."

"And be willing to handle anything," Blackwargreymon gasped, smacking his hand across Tokeki's upturned ass, "You're doing just... fine."

They started slowly, pulling their cocks in and out with a slow and sustained pace, keeping a firm grip on Tokeki's head and sides as they gradually increased the pace, their cocks pumping into and out of the double-ended dragon with a ravenous frenzy.

Wargreymon's focus shifted onto making Tokeki's head bob up and down his rock-hard dick, while Blackwargreymon's allowed him to lean forward over Tokeki's back and reach beneath him for his dick, taking it with both hands and jerking it.

It was Tokeki that came first, his seed gushing in heavy torrents into the large pool that grew beneath him, his overstimulated cock unloading in Blackwargreymon's hands without much effort on his part and shot off multiple times.

The latter was the second to cum, the dragon's ass tightening around the virus's fat cock, from the successive shots throwing his head back and roaring into the air as he fired one, two, three thick shots of digi-spunk deep into Tokeki's ass, most of which came gushing out around his dick and splattered across his waist before falling into the pool of semen.

Wargreymon's happened not long after that; sensing that he was about to blow he grabbed Tokeki's head and thrust his cock all the way down his throat, right to his balls. He then copied his partner, throwing his head back and roaring as he came, his thick digi-seed gushing out of his hot and heavy organ. What seed the dragon didn't swallow came gushing out of his mouth and nose, and like what happened with Blackwargreymon splattered across his waist before it too joined the pool.

The two titans pumped their cocks into Tokeki several more times, pumping out as much spunk as they could, before stepping back and half-throwing/half-dropping him face first into the pool of sweat and seed. They then dropped their knees onto Tokeki's back and walked over to each other, meeting just over the small of his back, rubbing their bodies against one another as they kissed and tongued with wanton abandon.

"You think he's okay Wargreymon," said Blackwargreymon between snogs.

"I don't know," he replied, "Are you okay down there?"

Pulling away Wargreymon and Blackwargreymon bent down and flipped a semi-comatose Tokeki over onto his back, the latter's face covered in seed and sweat. They took the dragon's arms and brought them up before dropping them, noting the complete lack of resistance on Tokeki's part. They then folded the dragon's arms over his chest and pounded it ten times, the attentive crowd erupting into a frenzied adulation as soon as the tenth pounding.

The two megas got up and greeted the crowds, Tokeki temporarily forgotten, circling the edge of the basil. The crowd's adulations grow louder, with a brave few dropping down from the seats into the basil, wadding their way through the cum-sweat slurry.

Confident in their victory, the two megas exited the basil, hand-in-hand, paying little mind to the ironic ministrations their tormentor's fans were giving him, the sounds of his screams and moans putting a smile on their faces.