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A Must Hire Interview

CDC, it was the logo printed on everything in this building, from the sign outside to the walls inside, and even the desks had it printed into the wood before being furnished. It was a shortened name, initials, an acronym for the business within the building that ran smoothly and without a hitch. This wasn't some umbrella company, it wasn't some side stepped business that a larger corporation might hide money in so that they can close it out after taxes were filed. This was a company created out of passion, sweat, blood, and above all else integrity. That was why the want add that was still clung tightly in the strong, leathery, scaled grip of the green gator that now stood in front of a pair of double doors with this emblem etched into it. The add called the company by name, Cherry Dragon Creations, which really said absolutely nothing about what the company did, or how it handled it's business, but only made the job advertisement that much more odd. Would it have been easy to hide the intention of this job with fancy words or a fake job to cloak the real need? Sure, but this company had no reason to hide what they wanted from people, and so the boldness of the ad stood out against the rest leading the strong build of this scaled beast to stand strong with his muscled gut, well sized pecs, and large arms and legs all packed into a t-shirt and pair of jeans.

He wasn't dressed for an interview at all, but oddly enough he was told to wear something comfortable over the phone when he called to make sure that this job was real. They could have lead him on all the way to this point, but that would be a very bad choice to put this bear-built alligator through, and not even he would pity the person that would be willing to put him through such a long reaching prank, or the punishment that they'd have to settle into as a result. This gator had walked into hundreds of odd jobs, but not one of them made him doubt it's authenticity the way that this one did. If it wasn't for the need for work he'd already have turned himself around, but now that his hands pressed against the CDC door he'd step forward to open it slowly and peer in. What those yellow eyes rested on were the sights of a the continued carpeted floor the covered the rest of this place, the same white walls that that were built into the hallways with much more art stacked on them, but what his gaze immediately locked on within this room was the sight of a large oak desk sitting back against the room with a man patiently sitting with his elbows resting on it and his fingers laced to cover the front of his mouth. Even behind his mouth the gator could see the smile grow across the lips of an eastern dragon, antler-like horns rose from the head through bright red scales while the wingless body stood strong with a clearly well cared design to his muscles. The only thing that stood out amongst those scales were the beige under scales that ran under the jaw all the way to the tip of the tip and the blue hair that coated the top of his head. The outfit that he wore was easily that of a button up, but other than that there was no way for this reptile to be able to tell what else this dragon was wearing.

Suddenly the name of the company made more since, a cherry dragon to match the color and species of the handsome beast that ran the company, but it still didn't say anything about what the company usually did, or how it operated. While this train of thought had filled his head all the way up here every question seemed to suddenly vanish when he heard the deep tone of that voice fill the room.

"Mr. Ark, I presume. It's good to finally meet you. I'm glad that you answered the ad from the paper so quickly." He spoke up easily, his voice drawing the gator to make the distance towards him from across the room.

There were no chairs on this side of the desk, not the most inviting of gestures, but it was this dragon's office and he could make the impression that he wanted to.

"Uh.. Yeah! I don't think we talked on the phone, though. The lady I spoke with said that I'd be speaking with Tokeki, is that right?" Ark wasn't usually the most cautious of people, he was strong and buff and that carried him through some of the most dangerous parts of his life, but he really wanted this job and so playing down his bear-like body might be a better option.

Tokeki laughed softly, but nodded as he accepted the claim to the name that was thrown at him. He was happy to take on the mantle that he'd built around his own name, a name of success, a name of pride, a name that many people would love to have as their own, but it came with a lot of responsibility.

Before the dragon could even say anything the gator would speak up again, growing in his own boldness as his suspicions started to take over once again, "Your company's name doesn't say much about what it does. What exactly does Cherry Dragon Creations create?"

"We sponsor, staff, and produce televised projects just like the one that you called us about. It's a way of helping to create entertainment for the people to enjoy."

"And you want to staff in a new wrestler for your wrestling show? I kind of figured that you'd have a line of fully trained people standing outside that door waiting to get in."

Tokeki shook his head slowly to this final comment, "No, we don't pile up applicants like some common talent show. We prefer to interview one person at a time, otherwise this place would turn into a circus. As for training, you don't seem to have any. My assistant wrote down, 'Big Wrestling Fan'."

It was then that those broad shoulders kind of slumped, his eyes turned to the side, and a soft breath exited through his nose. Ark knew that it would come down to this, that he'd be called on the fact that he had no formal training at all, "Well, yeah. I've seen plenty of wrestling matches before so I know what the moves look like, that's no big deal. I figured going to a class to learn what I already knew about the ring and showmanship would be a waste of time that I could spend working."

"Excellent you're hired." the dragon said quickly, looking back down at his desk that had a few pages on it.

The sudden response caught Ark completely off guard, a quick response and one that wasn't for him to leave which made him shake his head from the whiplash of sudden acceptance. "Wait...what?"

"You're hired," Tokeki repeated, turning his eyes up towards the gator to realize the confusion that was going on, "Look, most trained wrestlers are per-Madonna's, they fuss, they complain, they show up late if at all. That's the problem with the last heel we had leaving us without a pairing for our show-runner. We need someone with work ethic and if your list of jobs is half real then that's something that you have."

"So.. I'm a heel then?"

"Yes, you'll be working with our head-liner Wade. He's a bit smaller than you, but nobody has ever complained about a David and Goliath story before so why start now? You can make your own persona, but keep it a bit believable and try not to show up your partner."

"Alright, when do I get to meet Wade?"

"Right now," With a push of the button on the phone line he'd speak directly to his assistant who promptly spoke up in return, "Can you please have him come in here now?"

The metallic sound of a click echoed through the room as all eyes were drawn towards the doorway. As this door opened the room would be touched with more light leaving a dark figure to stand in the middle of this threshold. This man was shadowed out easily in this room, but when the door closed behind him his features came more into view. Ark was large, tank-ish, scaled, but what he saw coming towards them was none of those things. Wade wasn't weak, the clearly defined muscles on his body proved that alone, but he most certainly wasn't hulk-ish either. His build was trained, but lean as one would expect from his species which brought this gator's other note. Of all the creatures he thought he'd be taking on in this place he never thought that he'd be paired up with an otter. Where this gator was a brutish monster clearly capable of fighting by pure design an otter was really none of those things. It brought into question how he was supposed to even make Wade look good if the creature a foot shorter than him wasn't even built for fighting to begin with.

With that common and constant smirk rolled across his smug otter face the furry creature came up close towards both the dragon and the gator as he turned his gaze obvious up and down the length of that body. The very showing of that figure left Wade with a slow shrug before he spoke up in his usual careless candor, "I just want to put it out there that I don't really need a partner to look good, but folks probably won't pay to see me throwing myself around the ring. Just keep in mind that all you got to do is follow my lead and look pretty and I'll take care of the skill and strength."

The very way that this otter was speaking was almost infuriating right there from the start, but it was nothing compared to the actual words that seemed to pool free from those lips. "I'm starting to see why the last guy quit. Are you being serious right now? This is really how you talk to people?"

Wade only chuckled and crossed his arms, the slow shake of his head becoming more evident by the second as he stood there, "The last guy was a light weight, but at least he looked hot, you're kind of the opposite in that guy, aren't you? At least you're strong enough that when I throw you around the ring people will get to 'oo' and 'ah' about it."

Ark was taken back by this backhanded compliment, but the more he thought about what was said to him the more he was certain that Wade just called him ugly without actually directly saying it. To the gator this otter seemed to be friendly, seemed to smile directly at his face, but that was only because Wade knew that as the headliner he could say and act anyway that he wanted to without any level of threat that he might fall from the graces within that ring. He was at a point of being irreplaceable unlike his previous partner, but that smugness didn't help to make him friends at all out here in this league. It was only through this that Ark looked on in a confused glare, the rage within him peaking and boiling, but having no way of taking it out on this super-star that wouldn't leave him seeing the inside of a police car. If they were going to settle this then it was going to need to be on the inside of the ring, during practice, during training, during matches. If he was going to be this man's partner then he was going to have a good time putting Wade through his paces until he had to roll the match over and let the front runner win the fight. It was this idea alone that gave him the pace in knowing that he was going to be able to torture this furred creature for what he'd just said to him.

The thick beating of a hard chuckle filled the lips of the eastern dragon which immediately pulled the attention of these two off of one another before they even had a chance to speak. When Ark looked on he could tell that Tokeki's eyes were locked on him with a very clear and knowing smirk on his lips. "I think it's pretty clear that you're a bit confused by our main star here, but keep in mind that this is the entire point is for you to make him look good. The people simply love an old fashion David and Goliath story."

The indication here was that the six and a half foot gator was going to be the biblically referenced Goliath which leaves this smaller otter to take on the part of David. Ark knew his roll here, understood that he was supposed to make Wade look good in the ring, but the way that the otter was built it was clear that the guy wasn't going to need too much assistance. It was something that almost made the gator wish he paid more attention to wrestling shows that he had seen so that he could put on the performance that he needed to. If losing was the job that was one thing, but he needed to fight Wade in a way that made this little guy look like he was fighting someone who also knew how to fight. It was puzzling to say the lease, but a puzzle that Toteki would quickly answer when he pushed a button on the side of his desk and watched the right-most wall open up. The room within was large, large enough to house an entire ring within, but not much bigger than that. There wouldn't be a lot of room for either of them to walk around outside of the ring, but plenty for them to get tangled up within it.

"I have this ring here for interviews and auditions. For you, Ark, we're going to skip that and get right into the brass and tax." He said easily with a knowing smirk over his lips, "I want both of you in the ring so that I can help to judge you skill and give some pointers on how I want your story-line to go. OH, and in case you're wondering what kind of scripted events we have. We don't. Most of our matches are legitimate and involves two people fighting until one wins. Most of Wade's matches have been that way too. The only thing that's really scripted most of the time are the backstage interviews and the bolstering that you'll do on the front stage at the end of the runway."

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As the wall opened up it would bisect down the middle, splitting perfectly as it slid out of the way to reveal the ring within. It was confusing to say the least as to why they would even have a ring in here, but more-so that they would hide it behind a wall. What became more interesting was Tokeki's comments about it, about the fights that take place, about how this company works. It was actually a bit impressive to find out that the fights were more or less real, but far less impressive to hear that somehow Wade was on top of it all. Even as he looked over the scrawny otter he didn't believe for a second that this short thing could actually fight in the least, but instead focused his attention on the ring as lights flashed to shine down across it. What was really strange was the pristine condition of the ring, the way that the pure white canvas glowed against the lights while the golden colored ropes shined as well. It was odd to see such an epic styled thing just sitting behind a wall, but Ark wouldn't say anything about it while he started his way towards the ring, looking over it while he reached up for the rope itself to grip it in his green scaled hand.

"Hold on a second," Tokeki smirked easily through the interlaced fingers, "If you want to have a job as a wrestler you need to dress for the part."

It was a comment that caught Ark off guard, his mind swimming, his body locked in surprise while he tried to think about how in the world he'd be able to actually wear a wrestling outfit when he didn't bring one with him. It was a constant thought that flowed though his mind endlessly on how he could fix this very clear problem, but that thought would be shattered as the beating of chuckles suddenly touched him from the lips of the seated dragon which turned his attention from how to fix this issue and onto Tokeki who was already holding up what looked to be a black jockstrap, dark in color and able to cover his front while wrapping around the base of his butt to cover nothing else. It wasn't an outfit that he would normally wear, or wear at all for that matter, but if it was what the boss wanted then he saw no real choice.

When his hands gripped the single garment he'd start to pull his shirt away, pealing it off of his body to show off the strong chest and shoulder while that firm and powerful gut set still at the front of his body. Even Wade had to be a bit impressed by the size of those arms while those back muscles rippled under his green scaled body while the lowering of his pants would show off the tight and round butt that set strong just above his powerful thighs. With a fast step Ark would pull that jockstrap on, feeling it cup tightly around his balls and shaft to keep them close up against his body. They barely fit in this strap, it's tucking fabric gripping tight to them while his thick, heavy, round nuts pushed right back to stretch that fabric out. The size of that long shaft would also be visible from under that strap, tucked down against his own balls that was held firmly against the gator's hips. It was only now that Ark was starting to have doubts, unsure if this jockstrap was too revealing, but when he saw the otter removing his clothes as well he could tell by the flash of those purple stretching boxer briefs that most likely wore their wrestling outfits under their normal clothes.

It wasn't that Ark had any real issue with his would-be partner, but the more he saw of that rather unimpressive body the more he had to question just how this otter had managed to raise to the point of being their lead wrestler. The way that he watched Wade, the way that he looked over his body, the way that he eyed him caught the otter's attention, caused him to perk one of those ears along with his brow.

"What are you looking at, muscles?" He asked the gator, crossing his arms quickly while looking over that strong body, "You know, I don't need you to judge my looks. I know that I look fucking great."

It was this statement alone that forced Ark to narrow his gaze, to like this small sea mammal even less than he already did. He certainly shouldn't have to put up with some rookie fighter pretending to be a big deal, but he most certainly wasn't about to argue with the kid either. Instead this gator would grip his hands on the ropes, pulling himself up onto the side of the curtain so that his leading leg could kick its way just over the middle rope and he could slide under the top to find his way into the ring. He'd seen the ring from the outside a number of times, through TV's and one time in the audience, but he'd never once seen it from the inside, he'd never been surrounded by those ropes on all ends. It was overwhelming, but felt almost like home to him as if he belonged here. When he heard the rustling of those ropes the gator's yellow eyes turned towards the image of the smaller otter slithering his way under the bottom rope.

"Well if you're that eager to get your butt kicked by me then you should have said so. I can't blame you, though. If I saw me I'd want to get pinned and rubbed on too."

It was the last straw, it was one thing that he had to fight this kid that looked and sounded like a spoiled prince, but now he'd heard enough of him acting like he could beat someone like Ark, and the gator wasn't just going to stand there and take it. "Listen here, pup. I'm not someone that you can just mess with. If you want to fight then let's fight, but cut the crap already."

"What crap? I'm the top fighter here. I've taken on guys twice your size and you think you can threaten me?" Wade wasn't about to get threatened, and he absolutely wasn't about to be talked down to by some muscle headed idiot looking to be paired up with him.

A million comebacks were already going through Ark's mind, his very being tensed up as he thought about how he wanted to respond to such a bold and boistrous claim against him, but Ark wasn't a man of hard words as much as he was a man of strong fists. He'd only just met the small otter and already he knew that he didn't like this wrestler, that he wanted to punish this small creature and break that ego as much and often as he could. It didn't take much to motivate this gator to fight and with them both in the ring anyway his approach brought him quickly up to the much shorter fighter. With his hand reach out Wade he'd planned to wrap his grip around the little guy's neck and force him back towards the ropes, but Wade was quick, he was nimble, and with a fast bounding step to the right Ark could feel those knuckles crushing again and again against the side of his strong and scaled body.

The blows could be felt, but they were far from hurting, not even the slightest scratch showing up on his strong body while the otter tried to hammer away at him. It wasn't that Wade was weak, that was simply not the case, but Ark's scales had thickened over the years from the different types of jobs he'd done leaving him with more than enough protection against those attacks that the otter might as well not be bruising his knuckles against that firm figure. With the gator twisting his figure he'd raise his elbow quickly, bringing his arm back in a hurry in order to aim for a hard hit against the side of Wade's head, but once again the otter's speed proved to be a match for the brute strength of this opponent leaving Ark's wide hit to miss it's target and the otter to be able to freely move around him. It was clear on both ends that just strikes and punches weren't going to be enough to bring either of them down leaving this wrestling ring to finally serve it's real purpose when Wade brought his hands up to catch Ark's latest elbow within the cradle of his grip.

The otter could feel the meat of that strong arm, the muscles tensed the strength behind them pushing him back a step while his hand slide up the length of that scaled limb until his finger could wrap around that wrist. His other hand moved to the back of Ark's shoulder, feeling every bit as much strength there as he did across the rest of that arm only to find that his attempt to pushing forward to bring this gator into a sudden arm bend would fail right before it even began. The push against the back of that shoulder didn't budge the brute, didn't even start to move him in the least leaving that gator gaze to trace back over his own shoulder to look the otter squarely in the eyes. It was a gaze that forced Wade to gasp, made him stun for a second while that arm was pulled from his gasp and left him entirely exposed when hands reached out for him to bend the otter forward. It was only a moment later that this small mammal found his head pinned between two scaled thighs, the feeling of those covered balls rested on the back of his neck while his hands pushed against those thighs to try and free himself only to feel hands wrap around his hips.

By the time those muscular legs released him the otter found himself lifted, found himself flipping through the air on the palms of this gator and for a second he was on top of him, sitting on his shoulders like a throne with that face pressed to his own crotch. The feeling of it, the pressure, the sensation, it caused a stirring within his boxer briefs that seemed to tighten just a little bit more in place only for that instant in time to pass and his figure to be thrown down into the canvas of the ring. The impact alone forced the entire thing to shake, caused it to quake under Ark's feet, it was a bounce that left Wade lifted up just a few inches before crashing back down once again. It was a hit that locked this otter against the ground, forced him to squirm and shift in place while the pain of the fall coursed through him. His attacker wasn't about to let him rest, however, wasn't about to give him a moment's break as that hand reached down through Wade's agony in order to wrap around his throat. With an easy lift the otter was in the air again, his body dangling easily while hands gripped at that arm that was bracing him so well. It wasn't a tight grip, he could still breath, but it was one that left him jerking and swaying as he was moved and carried around the ring like freshly fallen prey before being mounted back first into the turnbuckle at the corner of the ring.

Wade's hands managed to grip the top ropes, managed to hold himself up rather than crumbling back into the floor of the ring once again, but that didn't save him at all when Ark stepped on the bottom ropes to give himself just enough height to bring his barely clothed crotch right into Wade's face. It wasn't this otter that the gator was at war with, it was his ego, his pride, which meant that he didn't need to tear down that slender figure at all. Hurting Wade was just a bonus to what he was doing, but if he wanted the small mammal to be truly beaten then he needed to humiliate him in the most proper way possible and that meant gripping the back of his head to pulling this face straight against the front of that jock-strap so that he could grind his hips hard against the otter's snout in a slow and cruel method.

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That thick, round package strained the jockstrap that held it in place while rolling and sliding across the surface of Wade's face. The otter could feel every single inch of that meaty shaft, he could feel those balls crushing and grinding across him, but more importantly he could feel that his pushing hands weren't doing anything as he tried to shove against those thighs in order to break away. The grip that Ark had on the back of his head was simply too much for him to be able to break away and left him dropping his pointless efforts as his hands slid down the length of those thighs. Angered eyes stared up at the gator who's bulging meat pressed against those cheeks to occasionally cover one eye at a time. It was clear that Wade had enough of this, but when Ark finally pulled that head back off of his crotch it wasn't the otter's face that caught his attention. With this face out of the way the gator could finally witness the stiff, hardened otter meat resting down between his legs just inches away from Ark's knees. The sight of it caught him by surprised leaving him to push the otter away from him hard enough that Wade's body stumbled before crashing down against the canvas.

"Getting a hard on from this?" Ark asked in an almost enraged glare, but with an idea rolling across his head those frustrated eyes slowly faded into a wicked grin.

The idea of how this fight was going to go quickly grew through Ark's mind, this gator knowing that if he was going to torture the poor otter then it wasn't going to be because he beat him down and knocked him out, or even because he hurt him enough to force the smaller creature to whimper and whine. The way that he wanted to fight Wade wasn't with pain, at least not anymore, he wanted to fight him by using the otter's newly introduced weak point. When that large, scaled foot came forward he'd press it down quickly across the length of the otter's crotch. It was a step that caught Wade by surprise, the feeling of that foot crushing down, the way that the heel instantly found both of those round, full balls that folded and crushed one at a time against his weight while the bridge of that foot rolled across the hard shaft of that cloth wrapped otter meat. It left those toes to fold one digit at a time around the head of that dick, his digits finding the large curve of that round tip so that with every motion made would bring a grinding rub straight across the tip forcing Wade's head to roll backwards with his eyes widening quickly.

"That.. That's cheating!" The otter protested as his already pulsating meat started to leak his pre across the surface of his briefs.

The deep pants that followed rolled through his lips while he head leaned back in pleasure. The otter didn't know if he wanted to pull back, to get away, or to sit there and allow this to continue, but soon those choices wouldn't even be his as the rising pressure continued to build against the tip of his hard, throbbing cock. While that foot rolled across it his own hips shifted, moved, adjusted, but before he could even think about getting away from the gator and regaining his composure the otter strained his hips right back up against the sole of that foot pushing him back down until finally with his own body betraying him those briefs became warm and damp when the heavy shot of creamy seed burst from the tip across the fabric of his own outfit.

Ark had to chuckle, had to smirk openly to the sight of this while the feeling of that goo slide under his curled toes, "Well, look at someone so eager to cum for the bigger, better man."

"Bigger isn't always better..." Wade replied quickly, straining and grunting while he fought off the moans trying to rise out of the surface of his own throat.

"Oh really?" The gator said while sliding his foot from that covered cock with an easy smirk, "Could a smaller man do this?"

Ark's confidence was at an all time high as he watched the suffering little mammal under his foot straining against him, but just one well placed crush-job wasn't going to be enough to end this in a satisfying way. No, the largely muscular reptile wanted to really put the otter through his paces and so when he finally slid his foot off of that still throbbing meat Wade was finally able to take a breath of contentment. Wade's mind was already clearing up, already allowing him to finally focus at all on what was to come, and so with his freedom finally in tow he'd start to sit up only to see the gator bending at the knees down to him. The otter tried to struggle, tried to get away, tried to break free only to find fingers wrapping around his ankles thanks to his weakened state that left him twisting and kicking helplessly in place. Ark's stronger grip helped to keep this smaller creature in place for the most part, but as he twisted his body to the side this otter found himself being forced to follow the motion which ended up rolling him onto his stomach with those feet still in Ark's grasp.

Wade had been around these rings long enough to know what was happening, but even with his knowledge and all the struggling he could muster he still ended up on his front with that scaled gator butt sitting down on his own plush seat. Without any competition at all those feet found a new home under Ark's arm pits which left the otter barking out in deep pain anytime the gator was cruel enough to lean back. Of course what came next was far crueler than just a little back pain, because with those legs effectively locked in place that hefty and recently emptied set of balls dangled there in place to jiggle against every motion set by this awaiting gator. At first Wade squirmed against the pain, tried to tough it out, but when he felt that hand swing down and slap hard against his sensitive and bolstered nuts those clinched eyes would open and the loud gasp flowed instantly to fill his lungs as a shocking pain bolted up the length of his spin.

"I didn't know my partner was going to be a pain slut. I bet this is like a dream for you isn't it?" Ark teased, smirking wildly with a grin stretched from one side of his face to the other.

Wade didn't even have a chance to answer, a change to protest, as another hard slap came down across his balls forcing them to shake and jiggle in place while leaving the otter trying to muffle his mewling cry. The pain hit him like a brick, but with his legs bent up over his head even he couldn't hide the instantly stiffening shaft that rolled against the front of his still damp briefs. There was nothing that the otter could do against this hold, nothing that he could do to break free or counter as his entire crotch was punished with one hard slap after another with each seemingly coming down harder than the last.

"I... AH... You Dick!" Wade tried to cry out, aiming to attempt any kind of counter-comment or insult back at the largely muscular scaled beast.

This clear failure of trash talk brought a much wider grin to Ark's lips while he quickly retorted, "Yeah, but you like dicks. Don't you, Slut?"

By the time this large gator finally released those legs Wade could feel his lower body snapping back down to the canvas like a rubber band finally being allowed to return to it's natural state. Those knees, those shins, the entire length of the legs hit the ring with a loud thud that left the otter squirming in place while the ache in his back seemed to just remain. Wade wasn't the kind to stay down, but while he worked to push against the canvas under him he had one of his hands on his back to try and rub out this lasting pain. The throbbing was a distraction, but it was one that left him not even looking at Ark when this large and muscular reptile stepped right up towards him from behind. Before the smaller mammal could even tell what was going on he felt that powerful arm wrap around the front of his neck and scoop him off of the ring entirely leaving the otter to feel that strong and stiff body behind him, that muscled gut crushing against his lower back while those legs worked to try and kick wildly for any chance to break free.

The hold wasn't tight enough to choke him, but it was tight enough to keep him suspended while the other hand moved to wrap around the underside of Wade's knee. At first the otter had no idea what was going on, but when the arm around his throat released him to also wrap around his other knee he suddenly knew too well what was happening. Both of Wade's legs were lifted up, as elbows hooked around the back of those knees so that the hands could grip the back of his head in a full body nelson. This was a position usually utilized for forcing someone into a more helpless sexual position, but for Wade it was a position to simply leave him helpless while his feet dangled on either side of his own head and his knees were crushed into his own shoulders. The only thing that he had which was free to move around were those somewhat swollen balls that hung tight against his briefs. It wasn't a hold that was painful, it wasn't even a hold that was all that humiliating, but it was one that left him exposed so that when Ark suddenly kicked his legs out from under himself and fell down on his own butt the only thing that this otter could land on to brace himself was his own hanging balls which filled the room with a loud and deep throated groan.

It was a hit that forced Wade's eyes to roll into the back of his head while his jaw hung loosely while shuddering. There wasn't a word that could come out of him, but the intense pain alone did it's work as that throbbing meat once again burst with a hot wave of sticky otter seed that would coat the inside of his wrestling gear and leave it smearing and leaking down across Wade's covered bone.

"Yeah, I thought you'd like that one. You look like you're almost done if you ask me." Of course Ark wasn't about to let the otter off so easily, he wasn't about to just release him to freedom, but instead wanted to make sure that the spoiled brat of a fighter would remember him until the end of time.

It would be easy to just leave the otter a panting wreck, but with how those feet still strained against his tight grip, tried to pry themselves free from this full nelson, it showed that he still had some fight left in him. As long as Wade could keep struggling the gator wouldn't stop punishing him. The goal was the same now as it was before where he wanted to see the otter suffer, he wanted to see him strained, he wanted to see this loud mouthed punk broken and helpless across the canvas which left him gripping the back of Wade's head rightly as he pulled down on the back of his head to while leaning the otter slowly from one side to the other. The weight alone was enough to send quaking jolts of pain through that body, but to have Ark's strength added to it while having him balanced on just one nut at a time made that arching groin throb with pain even more. It wasn't until those legs finally stopped trying to free themselves that he'd pick up the otter again, lifting him by his own knees in order to drop him right back down just like before. This time when Wade hit his head just hung loosely, his eyes almost glazed over, and his voice rolled from his lips in a soft and empty squeak like someone that was on the verge of passing out. It was only then that he'd finally release the otter so that Wade could crumble across the floor, unable to put up any kind of fight with Ark having no intention of stopping just yet.

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That ever present confident grin remained on Ark's lips as he looked down at the grunting and groaning lump of an otter that had been so fiery before and so helplessly handsome now. The gator would usually just walk away after this, leave his victim to recover through his own embarrassing defeat, but after such harsh boasting and loud threats this strong and powerful reptile felt that the otter might need to really remember this fully handed defeat. It was clear that Wade loved the abuse that this gator had managed to give him, but with all the pleasure that had passed through the otter's dick with one orgasm after another Ark felt that it was his turn to have his own pleasure.

Through his own deep pants and loud grunts the voice of this small mammal would scrape his hands helplessly against the ring, looking for any angle to be able to lift himself up, but the strength in his arms and body had left him a while ago. Ark could see this movement, could continue his long smile down across the body of that less than muscular creature, but seeing Wade squirm across the floor of this ring wasn't enough to satisfy the need that this dominating reptile now had in his loins. When that large hand reached down his fingers would wrap around the back of Wade's neck, gripping tightly around it so that with an easy pull he could slowly guide the otter back up to his feet.

Wade's stumbling motion showed him trying to keep his legs under him while the powerful gator guided him around the ring by the back of his neck. It was like being attached by a collar and forced around like the ring on display for their one audience member to see, but as hard as he was getting with his dick once again throbbing between those furred thighs this showing march would end with his chest hitting the softness of the turnbuckle with enough force to jerk his body forward and then back. Wade's fingers only just managed to grip that top rope while the hand against the back of his neck would lock him down in place and leave him grunting and gasping openly. By the time Wade looked up his cheeks blushed as he saw the always judgmental expression of Tokeki looking right back at him, his expression hidden behind the sight of his hands folded within one another while he looked on with the otter's brief's being peeled off of his hips. When that spandex was lifted it released it's tight form-fitting hold on the otter's butt, but as it was pulled down the thick and potent strings of the previous harsh orgasms clung to from his hips to the front inside of these briefs. The long lasting strands held tight as much as they could before finally snapping away and leaving those wrestling briefs to hug his knees while that tail whipped and turned side to side the best it was able. Wade couldn't stop him from pulling his gear down, couldn't even stop him from teasing that hole, but while he was made to stare at the judgmental gaze of his employer the otter knew that he needed to do something.

"Look at that tight pucker, all ready to take in a real man's cock." Ark mentioned softly, smirking down at Wade's back while his free hand gripped the front of his own jock-strap. The single jerk of it would free himself easily and allow his mostly hard gator dick to bounce free in front of his hips.

"Auhngh..." Was all the otter could say to retaliate, his breath leaving him in a deep and lusty grunt that dumped from his being. "Gnue...wahld..mmmm"

The length and width alone was something he'd been proud of for a long time, but this smaller mammal wouldn't even be given a chance to look back at it before it was pressed against that rear star. For a moment he'd dance his hips back and forth, side to side, so that with an easy series of motions he could feel more and more of that very underused pucker to wrap around the head of his protruding dick in order to hug it in place. It took only a second later for Ark to finally thrust straight in, pushing his hard cock deep within that squishy tunnel that clung to his meat in a crushing clamp and left both moaning deeply with the sudden penetration. Wade's head leaned back, his ears flattening against his skull and his mouth half hung open before the shiver that rang along his body once again filled his figure with lust and need.

"Such a tight little bitch!" The gator announced, rubbing his hand across the lines of Wade's fine rear as he slammed his hips forward again and again into him, "If I knew that you'd love having a hard dick inside of you than I'd have kicked your ass much faster than I did. Or did you lose on purpose just so that I can have my way with that squeezing pucker?"

In hearing this latest taunt, though, the small mammal finally regained the ability to speak leaving him to lift his voice in order to try anything in order to allow himself to believe that he was still part of this fight, "I..ugh..haven't lost yet. I'm just b..b..biding my time before turning this around."

Ark didn't see a reason to answer at all as those hips picked up speed to force this hard dick into Wade's soft depths that much quicker and harder than before. Every hit landed with an impact that would make any hard smack his hands he could land against that butt green with envy while Wade's tongue rolled from his mouth to whip back and forth from the forward and back motion of his continued and lasting fucking that he was getting from this much bigger male. Even Wade's eyes rolled to the back of his head, his mind glazing over and his fingers tightening against that rope leaving his knees to give out so that his chest could press more against the top of that turnbuckle as the only thing to keep him from falling down into the canvas once again. When that hard otter dick pulsated between his legs it was clear that Wade wasn't going to be able to last much longer, but Ark still had plenty planned to make this well earned defeat a truly lasting experience.

When the gator pulled free from that soft fuck funnel Wade would be brought back to life, his eyes unrolling and his head turning back to look at his assailant as he wondered if it was over, but the shining smile that remained on this gator's reptilian lips showed that he still had plans and before Wade could even make a movement of protest his smaller, furrier, body was rolled over in that corner and his hips were lifted so that not even his feet could touch the floor anymore. It was a gap that left the otter with a feeling of vacancy, with a feeling of emptiness, but when that hard, meaty, juicy gator cock pushed back into him again to fill those recently abandoned spaces the otter's ears would fold back, his head arched up, his breath left his body again and the sensation that this cock belonged inside of him filled his mind. It was a sudden reentry that left his flag pole of a mammal cock to sway in place before the leaking tip would finally burst with another hard shot of juicy otter cum to spray out into the air and land back down over Wade and Ark's stomachs.

"Cumming already, slut? You didn't think I was going to let you go after you came did you?" Ark spoke up once again leaving the panting small animal to try and think of anything to say back while that dick robbed him of his mind.

Wade fought to speak between panting breaths, his voice etching from his throat while his figure bucked hard against the feeling of a solid dick slamming into his mostly suspended body, "I.. I'll get...you...ugh...soon."

"Before or after I fill you up like a bitch?"

"Be..mmmm...bef..ff... Fuck you." It wasn't the most witty of responses, but it was one that he was able to squeak out of his throat.

Every hit of that hard dick plowed as deep into his body as it was able to, their hips slamming together leaving Wade's cock to move in circles from force alone so that every heavy impact that those penetrating hips made would leave the otter's entire body to jerk and sway with the violent motion. Wade couldn't even fight back, couldn't even get his feet down in order to gain any kind of position to try, but he didn't know if he even wanted to break free at this point. Instead he leaned his head back, allowed his jaw to fall open all the more, and moaned deeply to the sensation of being thoroughly used for a good hard and long fucking. It was the beating of that dick within him, the pulsating throbbing in his tight rump that got his freshly released cock to grow instantly hard once again as it crashed into his figure over and over again.

The motion was never-ending, never slowing, and if anything only sped up the longer that they were together, but just when Wade thought that he couldn't hold it anymore, when he thought that he couldn't keep himself contained even a second longer the gator would finally break his strong stance. The flow of his breath passed across his lips in a heavy growl as thick and creamy shot after shot fired into the depths of that awaiting tunnel to fill it with the hard gushing bursts that pushed against the lining of those squishy inner walls. It was a flow that made Wade feel even more full than before leaving his own deep panting calls to echo across the depths of the room while his eyes rolled once again to the back of his head leaving the final geysering burst of sticky, creamy seed to shoot straight up over them far harder than it had the last time. Rope after clinging rope gushed upward, shooting into the air to splatter across Ark's strong chest and rounded muscle gut while the furred body of this otter found what remained landing across the length of his figure and neck.

"Keep this butt hot..." he said with his hand easily coming down for a well placed plant which echoed the soft smack across the room, "...and I might even start to like you."

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With Ark's dick pulling free from the tight hold of that rounded rump the strings of his cum would continue to connect them before his hands released the small mammal and allowed him to simply drop like a bag of sand down into the canvas below. Even if he hadn't liked Wade that much even this gator had to admit to himself that dominating him, humiliating him, and then dropping him to pant while that hot, potent seed ran from his now stretched out rear had actually been quite a bit of fun. The job was to be the villain to this otter, to break him down and make him pay for being the "good guy" in front of millions of people. When he first met Wade he'd thought that the punk was going to be impossible to work with, but now he was starting to see that maybe beating this shorter creature's into the canvas on a weekly bases might actually be a lot of fun.

When he stepped down from the ring it was to the beat of a slow clap rising from the desk that had been watching them. Ark wasn't the kind of person that really cared about privacy, but in remembering that he was being watched his mind raced to the thoughts of what Tokeki must have just seen and pulled a very short lived blush to the gator's cheeks. Somehow in competing for this interview he'd completely forgotten that he was being watched leaving him to realized that he'd just fucked the otter in front of this draconic spectator. The look on this dragon's face didn't seem to mind, though, and instead seemed to be rather impressed.

"Well done, Ark. Not a lot of people are willing to go to such efforts to humiliate their opponents, but it does lead to a question." He started, his fingers still interlaced around one another as they now rested on the surface of that table, "Are you willing to do that every week?"

"Do that to Wade?" He asked quickly, looking back at the otter who was starting to rise up from where Ark had left him, "If he keeps deserving it then, yeah."

"Congrats, man." Wade piped up quickly, smiling as he slid under the bottom rope back to the floor only to start pulling his briefs back up again, "I haven't had a match that good in a long time. Tokeki, we really need to pick this guy up."

This comment brought a smirk across Tokeki's face while he couldn't find himself agreeing more with Wade's opinion, "You'll need to do that to anyone your in the ring with, Ark. We have a lot of people in this league that let their fame go to their head. If you're willing, I'd like to see them punished."

The statement was ended with an outstretched hand, dragon digits clumped together as it awaiting something. It was left suspended for only a second, however, before the reptile's own hand connected to it, gripping it, shaking it, and sealing the deal for this large, muscular brute to start his new job, one that might just be his most favorite yet.