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And here it is, the main event... El Macho decks himself out as always, beginning his ritual of anointing himself with oil. He always looked forward to doing it, especially since it gave him an eyeful of himself. Blazing red trunks with, emblematic of the furious fires burning within his loins. A meaty hand slides the oil across his magnificent green chest, going down the treasure-trail that he's so carefully cultivated, and across shiny red and yellow trunks, their fiery pattern mirrored in his mask and emblematic of him as a person.

"Hot damn but don't I look good! Gonna give the others a shot to remember!" a free hand slides across the front of his trunks, across the _pronounced_bulge his prodigious orc-cock made within them.

Those posers waiting in the ring didn't know what was coming their way; and if things play out like El Macho imagined, they'd be all the happier for it. Already his mind was awash with thoughts of filing sloppy-wet holes with his fat cock, of making them beg for more as he stuffed them to breaking. Would things play out so easily? Not likely; he's got plenty of experience telling him otherwise. But if the protruding length growing within his trunks was an accurate indicator, he was more than willing to play it by ear.

Once he's finished he steps away from the mirror, fingerbanging his reflection with a smirk and a wink before stepping out of the lockerroom and up to the entrance ramp just behind the small halfway right beneath the titantron, willing down his erection. There'd be time for festivities later!

Let's give it up for... EL MACHO!!!

Shaking his hands off he throws out some fists as he exits the back to a thunderous applause. How the crowds love him! Their cheers as he sauntered down the aisle, roars piercing the audience's own furious tenor. The ringside steps are easily enough to handle, as will be the two hanging in the middle of the ring waiting for him.

And his opponents... give it up for Dorian and Donovan: the Heartbreakers!

The two rat and monkey gesture to the crowds as their names are called, waving accolades and applause muted in comparison to the orc's own. Their bright expressions harden as they turn to face the giant green orc standing on the opposite corner. Dorian hops up to the top of the turnpost and sits, massaging Donovan's shoulders as the two eye up El Macho with thinly-veiled lust. El Macho could almost smell the desire emanating from those two; they were likely planning something for him that he'd not likely to agree with. It's a shame but he'll be the one on top tonight.

In fact... a quick look over their bodies, their curves... the orc has to admit, they're not bad on the eyes. The rat in particular looked especially inviting but it was Donovan who looked like he'd be the most fun. He shakes his head of the thoughts as he realizes that's likely a part of their act and steels himself, focusing on his own mounting lusts. He smiles; oh how much easier they're going to be looking once he's done with them!

The referee, the same dalmatian that's been with the federation the entirety of his own tenure there, comes between them, announcing to all involved that it will be a handicap match - bah! As if he'd be taken by twinks! Grabbing the mic from the ref El Macho turns to the crowd and sets the record straight.

"Hey you lot! This here paluka says dat I can't handle a couple a' twinks! Y'all agree ta that!?" He cocks his ears at the crowds, anticipating a roar he gets almost immediately afterwards. "Thought so! Hey!" He turns to the ref. "What say you make this a Last Man Standing match, winner take all!?"

The dalmatian eyes him a bit, looking him up and down. He opens his mouth to speak before something buzzes in his earpiece. Fingering it he talks into it he then turns and nods to El Macho, pumping his fist up in acknowledgement of the sudden change.

The orc grins. "That's what I thought!" He then turns to the two in the corner and juts his thumb down. "You're going down!"

The ref holds up a flag and waves it down, the bells following soon after. It's go time!

The two start to circle El Macho, obviously taking him in while hoping to catch his measure. Well he's not about to have that! Throwing out a heavily-muscled log of an arm the orc catches Donovan by the throat, snickering at the latter's garbled cries around his head. In the same motion El Macho spins on his heels and kicks the other one, sending him sprawling onto the mat. His other hand slides forward and grasps the monkey's bulging pouch and he chuckles to himself. "Awfully big for one so small. I'll bet you'd make a lotta people happy."

Sneering at Donovan's warbled cry, El Macho turns and throws him into the ropes, catching him on the return with a sharp clothesline. The monkey's limp body spins midair before slamming down onto the canvas.

Stepping over him El Macho leans down and slaps him in the face a few times, eliciting nothing but a moan. Satisfied with this the orc drops himself onto the monkey's chest, making sure his magnificent bulge is stationed right beneath his nose. "Breath deep of this kid; this is what a _man_smells like!"

There is a slight whomp as Dorian's booted heel connects with El Macho's back. The orc barely feels it. So the little fragger jumped up. "You'll_both_be getting a bigger whiff of it in a bit!"

Pulling himself up El Macho turns to the rat, catching his fist and pulling him close with the same. His other hand catches him at the throat and with a wiggle of his finger and a tsk-tsk he grabs Dorian's hand and with it launches him into the nearby corner, following right behind him with a hard bodyblock.

The rat yowls in the corner, sound slightly muffled by his place against the orc's hairy pecs. El Macho revels in the feeling of it before pulling Dorian's head out and turning it to face him. "Don't you worry about that; there's more where that came from." Pulling the rat's head El Macho leans in for a kiss, his tongue easily dominating the smaller male's into submission, exploring his mouth unobstructed. El Macho's bulge grows against Dorian's leg, and the orc growls into the latter's unresisting throat.

Something starts to press into El Macho's trunks, sliding right behind him. His hand swings quick as lighting and grabs the offending tail. Pulling out of the kiss he holds up the tail and then looks down at a gasping, winded rat. "Someone's a naughty rat. You looking to get punished, you naughty rat?"

Without asking for a response El Macho picks Dorian up above his head and holds him there, yowling to the adoring crowds. He then throws the rat into the center of the ring, watching with no small amount of mirth as the rat's limp form bounces on the canvas. Out of the corner of his eye he sees Donovan start to pull himself up. Taking slow lumbering steps El Macho saunters over to him and _waits_until the monkey's pulled himself onto uneasy standing. He waits until the latter has turned to face him, enjoying his little freakout, before slamming a fist into his stomach, hoisting him above his head and slamming him down onto his partner's body.

El Macho watches the two lay limp on the canvas, Dorian panting face-first into the mat, with Donovan on top of him, gazing into the lights with a blank glare, and gingerly breaks the stillness with a boot nestled within the crack of the monkey's ass. He wiggles the foot about and smiles as it makes Donovan moan. Almost immediately the ref is there to count them out, quickly pounding out a three count...

1...

2...

The big brown boot slides off Donovan's butt and kicks him off his rat buddy's body just before the three count. Ignoring the ref's quizzical glance El Macho goes over to where the monkey's laid out, lowering himself with a ring-rocking thud onto the latter's body. Pulling himself up El Macho gazes grinning at the prone Donovan, his mind going back to recordings of previous matches that the monkey had partaken in, glancing back at his rodent partner and remembering _his_role in their many victories, and the notes he meticulously took on their techniques and tricks. Dorian may have been the leader, that much was made apparent in the way he led their previous conquests, but it was the jovial Donovan that was El Macho's _real_prize. So much the better for him to have taken out the rat first; who knows what trouble he might have gotten into. Gingerly El Macho leans in close, the heat of his breath caressing Donovan's right ear. "The way of it is that you and yours got some tricks up your sleeves; not that they'll work on me," El Macho whispers into the monkey's ear, "but I got some tricks of my own. Let me know what ya think, alright?"

Pulling himself off Donovan the orc then steps over, and kicks over, the prone primate, the former's body bouncing as his chest hits the canvas. El Macho could've sworn he heard him mutter an oomph as he was kicked over. Good,_the masked orc thinks to himself as he squats over the monkey's backside, taking in his lithe form, his... pert little rump, _I'd hate for him to miss out on such an experience as what I'm about to give him.

His meaty digits slide into Donovan's trunks and with a quick jerk_tears_the offending cloth off his body. And as he stares down at the monkey's rump El Macho whistles. "Damn! If it's half as tight as it looks then you're definitely going to be walking funny."

The orc takes his time squatting over the magnificent rump, quickly pulling down and kicking away his own tight speedo-trunks, revealing a thick and hard pulsating green weapon of ass destruction, already dripping with lust. With a wicked sneer El Macho leans down and pierces the monkey's resistance with his tongue.

Donovan's world alights with a kaleidoscope of color; the orc is phenomenally skilled!! He can feel the tongue press and poke at his most sensitive spots. Drool falls from his mouth as his eyes roll into the back of his head. His cock starts to harden in the space between his abs and the ring floor, unhelped by the semi-involuntary rubbing his sensationalized body is giving him. Damn this orc... they've underestimated him. He's done his homework.

El Macho then pulls his tongue out and spits at the entrance, smearing it all over Donovan's hairy cheeks. Looking down at himself he sees his cock dripping wet the barely contained lust and works to smear said 'lust' all over his cock. Satisfied with this El Macho then angles himself right above Donovan's entrance and then with a swift_thrust_pierces the monkey's only resistance.

Donovan lets out a quick yowl as he feels El Macho's thick cock enter his ass, gasping as the orc quickly builds to a frantic pace. He pulls himself up to take the edge off his own painfully hard cock, unable and despite himself unwilling to stifle the cries of pain and pleasure piercing semi-reluctant lips. "Gods you're a mouthy one, ain't ya!" Quickly glancing around El Macho finds, grabs and uses discarded speedo-trunks as a gag, wrapping it around the monkey's mouth to stifle his cries. The smell emanating only serves to drive him wild, causing him to leak heavily from his cock. The pounding only increases in tempo, hitting _all_the right spots. A hand aching to alleviate his own rising need is quickly swatted away, unnecessary and unwanted. "Nuh-uh. I ain't gonna let you off the hook just so easily."

The cock piercing his walls pulls out with an abrupt and lewd slirp, eliciting a moan of discomfort from Donovan, even as he collapses onto the canvas. "Sorry ta leave you like that, but I gots me some business with your friend over there," is what the monkey hears from seemingly far away. Had the energy he'd pout. Damn... he was so close...

The orc saunters with a cocky strut over to the downed rat, rigid cock swaying in front of him, a drip of lust and desire falling onto the canvas beneath him, the roar of the crowds all around him. And as he looms above him El Macho stops, remembering the multitude of cameras all over the arena, each one taking in the action. He turns and sneers as he sees one hovering just outside the ring to his right; an idea forms...

Reaching down El Macho takes Dorian to where the nearest camera is facing the ring. There he throws the rat onto the ropes so that his upperbody his hanging over the otherside. He steps in close, facing the camera, and makes a show of tearing off Dorian's trunks, his face never leaving the camera. "To all you folks at home, I hope you're ready for the show!"

Taking a finger El Macho thrusts it into Dorian's ass, a lewd smile forming from the rat's ecstatic cries. "I don't know about you folks at home but I like ta make my boys _howl!"_He wiggles said finger about, swish swish, before pulling out and wagging two fingers in an exaggerated fashion in front of the camera, and thrusts them into the rat's ass. The warbled cries are like music to El Macho's ears. "I'm surprised! You got a lot a space in here. In fact... let me see..."

Pulling his fingers he then pulls up a third one. Glancing at the ass, then to the rat, and then to the camera, and then his fingers he turns to the camera and shakes his head. Balling his hand into a fist he turns smiling at the camera, giving a lewd nod. "Now that's more like it!" He leans his fist down to his cock, showing them to be about the same size. "Gotta get your boy here nice and loose!_Wouldn't want to rough him up _too bad!"

With a conquering smile El Macho leans back and _thrusts_his entire fist into Dorian's ass.

The rat lets out a pitiful yowl, as pleasure and pain struggle for the top spot, before settling into an uneasy equilibrium. The orc behind him hollers and laughs, oblivious to the rat's helplessness. "Now you gotta be careful how you folks at home do this; better ta leave the rough stuff to the pros."

Dorian's body jumps and bucks to El Macho's fists, a puppet almost literally in the latter's heavily muscled hand, even as the rat fails to muster the energy to do more than moan and mew. One of the orc's fingers grazes a particularly sweet spot and the rat's cock lurches with a muffled groan, sending a spew of thick semen out of the ring for all the world to see.

Seeing this, El Macho laughs. "Well it looks like he's just about spent! Can't make him a proper boy now, can I?"

Taking Dorian in he flings him onto his buddy and replaces his foot onto the small of the rat's back. The ref comes up with a quick pinfall, glancing up to see El Macho jerking himself off over the prone pair...

1... El Macho's face scrunches as his body starts to quiver.

2... The orc's breathing, once long and steady, starts to come and go in fevered gasps.

3...!"Oohhh!!"

The bell rings just as the cum flies, thick volleys of orc semen covering everything and everything within the ring in quantifiable batches of reproductive spunk. More and more cum flows out of the orc's long arc cock, covering even more of the ring. He lets out a grunt as the cum starts to fly out further, starting to cover the ring ropes and turnstiles with his frothy semen.

The unleashing continues, picking up in tempo. First the outside of the ring is first dotted white before becoming completely covered. A few_very_lucky fans in the first few rows are similarly covered in his spunky jizz, and take to licking both themselves and each other clean. El Macho continues unleashing himself for several minutes more as his body seemingly comes up with more semen just as he's about to run dry.

Eventually he stops, though not because he's out, if his still rigid cock is an accurate indicator to how much semen he's still got in those tanks scrunched up next to his thick cock. Taking several deep breaths El Macho then runs around the ring, jumping onto the top of the ropes and proclaiming his victory to the adorning audience. "Yeah baby! That's how it's done!" The roar of the audience served to elevate him even higher than he was before. Damn but he felt good!

Taking his time he struts around the ring, cock still rigid in front of him, hands out as if accepting the adulations he was getting. Several circles later he jukes out of the ring, sliding beneath the bottom rope. He walks around the ring and up the ramp, back to the back, to where he can do a _proper_celebration. Maybe he'll get Donovan to join in, he seemed to get into the rawdogging...

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"Hey Donovan, you with me?" Back at the FWL lockerroom Dorian and Donovan have just finished up a round of workouts and are fresh out of the shower. The two are finishing toweling themselves down and are about to get dressed.

"Oh hey D! I'm here. Just thinking about... orcs." One in particular: a green giant with a fiery persona. Oohhh~ Just the thought of him makes his balls lurch. Or is that the hand that slid onto his suddenly aching cock? He smirks as he pulls his boxers over it and his shorts above that, leaving the satisfaction he's suddenly craving to be handled when he gets home.

Dorian smirks at him as he ties his shoelaces. "You mean El Macho." Of course he'd get hard thinking of him."He's probably thinking about you as well."

"I think we had a real connection going on. Or was that all in my head?" Probably. Likely. It wasn't like something

"Ironbreaker was fun; there's just something about orcs I guess." Shame he didn't live up to the name, Dorian thinks, as he loops his gymbag's strap across his shoulder.. But at least he was a good lay. _Hells,_he was a _terrific_lay, but he'd be damned if Donovan caught wind of him saying that. Not that the monkey was any less attuned to him than he was him.

The monkey sends him a sly side-glance as he's tying up his own snickers. "Carter was pretty fun too, last I recall."

Dorian rolls his eyes and sighs. "You know I don't go for bugbears... not that I'd turn down another romp with him and his gray friend."

Donovan springs up and "I'm right with ya pal."