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He couldn't wait until he entered the ring. He'd been looking forward to this night for quite some time. Ever since that man had come he'd been forced to change his nightly routine. Well if he thought that he was gonna just walk in and order him around; man did he have another thing coming.

"I have been waiting for this. Know this, 'Ex'; the demon realm is not, contrary to what you might believe, populated by weaklings. And by the time I am through with you, you will be begging me to stop."

The human, 'Ex', didn't look bothered at all, staring at his incoming opponent with a look of pure machismo. The executioner-based outfit he wore certainly flattered him; though while he felt that the beaded-straps were a bit much and the mask a bit too tight he could not fault the human for his choice in color. Red was such a delicious color, especially when they were the color of some perfectly packed trunks.

"Have you seen these," he flexed his magnificent arms, showcasing the muscles rippling beneath his hairy flesh, "these magnificent pups? Bet you ain't got anything like them back where you come from, eh?"

The newcomer bared his fangs at Ex. Unlike Ex he didn't wear a mask; instead, he wore an enchanted hood that darkened his face. However, like Ex, he wore a pair of wrestling boots, though his were black instead of red. He even wore trunks; pure white with a skull across the front. "Big talk from such a small human," he stared across the ring as he fondled his ginormous bulge, "You always like to talk about how much of a real man you are. But one lick of my cock and you will bend over for me. "

"Yeah I know all about the special effects of your cum. And don't worry, I'll take care of that soon enough," he scuffed his finger across his nose, "Got a little something special, just for you."

"Enough talk!!" And with that the demon Wraith lunged at the preening Ex, only to watch as the dastardly human sidestepped his attack at the last possible moment, moving so swiftly that demon-kin didn't notice that he'd left his leg outstretched, tripping over it and tumbling into the ropes, winching as they pressed against his pouch.

Ex sneered as he watched the Wraith bouncing on the ropes, fixating his gaze onto the herculean wrestler's magnificent bubble-but. He caught himself groping his own package and stopped himself. "Aw, Wraithy," he cooed, more to distract himself from his own lusts than to taunt his foe, "You'll have to do better than that if you wanna wreck this ass!"

Growling to himself Wraith extracted himself from the ropes, keeping his movements as slow as he could. Though he didn't want to admit it, his pouch was a little more... sensitive than he would have liked. As big as his pouch was, it was even more sensitive. Though his output left nothing to be desired his sensitivity did. It took a lot of self-control to reel himself in.

I'd better watch myself.

Snarling Wraith spun around, his arms out in a threatening position.

"So that's how you wanna play it," said Ex, as he matched his position, "Alright then big guy. Let's dance."

Wraith growls as he locks hands with Ex, glaring fiercely into the human's eyes. The initial impact sent Ex back a bit, and the strength behind Wraith's arms only served to push him back even further. Despite Ex's greater experience, Wraith was the stronger, and despite his best efforts he found himself being pushed to his knees, with a triumphant Wraith looming over him.

"It is over human," roared the demon as he continued to press down on the human, "You have no chance against me."

We'll see about that.

With a huff and a roar Ex dropped the hold, and then, before Wraith was able to react, swerved around behind him and locked his arms beneath his elbows, pulling the massive demon into a full-nelson. Then without missing a beat he began to push Wraith into a corner. Once there he pressed his midsection forward, bumping Wraith's skull-clad pouch against the turnbuckle. The initial impact sent a quiver throughout Wraith's entire body, a fact that Ex was quick to pick up on.

_So he likes that, eh? _

With a wicked sneer Ex continued to buck Wraith's black and white bulge into the turnbuckle with his hips, deliberately ignoring the way his own bulge was reacting to the attack. After five more bucks Ex switched tactics and, pulling his muscular foe even further into the full-nelson, pressed him even further into the corner, gasping as he pressed his own green-clad bulge into the cleft of Wraith's bubbly ass-cheeks. From there he started to twist his hips a bit, grinding Wraith's incredible sac into the turnbuckle with a deliberate slowness.

Wraith gasped as he felt his groin being ground into the turnbuckle. The tiny quivers that wracked his body intensified, growing stronger with each passing moment. Knowing that he would last for much longer Wraith fought back; thrusting his ass backwards just as Ex was thrusting forward. Wraith knew that he'd struck true when Ex froze up, who moaned softly as his hold loosened a bit.

There we go.

Pinching his muscular buttocks Wraith started to buck back some more, striking Ex's bulbous bulge with his bubbly ass, earning a moan from Ex with every thrust. And with every blow Ex's hold sagged just a bit more. Wraith waited until there was enough slack before rearing forward and then, with a mighty roar, bucked backwards with all of his strength, unlocking the hold and forcing them both to this the canvas.

Ex huffed upon hitting the mat, and then again when Wraith fell on top of him. In his new position Wraith noticed Ex's bulge poking at his rear. Ex cringes as he feels Wraith wiggle his bulge down with his ass, grinding his hefty package with his prodigious bubble-but before literally bouncing off of it and rising to a standing position.

"Come on," he roared, "Come up! Get up!"

Ex was slow in rising to his feet, tenderly rubbing his wounded bulge as he stared daggers at the beast in front of him, a light growl emanating from his lips as he adopts his stance.

With a roar Ex charges at Wraith, furious, embarrassed and more than a little turned on by the bulge bouncing. There was a whooshing sound as Wraith sidestepped Ex's charge and scooped him up into a particularly vicious sidewalk-slam.

"Uuggghhh!!" The husky form of the burly human panting heavily on the mat turned on Wraith more than he cared to admit.

Mmmmmm... nice.

Ex was much slower in getting up this time than he was before; hitting the hard canvas with your back tended to do that to people. Reaching down Wraith put his fingers into the eyes of Ex's mask and pulled him to his feet. Then just as quickly Wraith took hold of one of Ex's arms and pulled it behind his back.

"Now let us see how you like it when the same is done to you!"

Using Ex's arm to keep him from fighting back Wraith then pushed him into the nearest corner, using his own body to press Ex's heavy green-clad bulge against the turnbuckle.

"You feel that," he cooed, pressing his face up against Ex's ear as he drove his hefty bulge into the chasm between Ex's cheeks, "It feels good, does it not? This is how a demon feels."

Ex didn't get a chance to respond; just as Wraith had finished speaking he stepped away and spun Ex around. Then, taking one of Ex's arms, he spun around and sent Ex running into the other side. Ex spun around just in time to see Wraith bearing down on him, slamming his body back into the turnbuckle with a running tackle and bouncing off of him like nothing had ever happened.

The charge took a lot out of Ex, who stumbled forward in a drunken daze, right into the arms of the demon Wraith, who scooped the bewildered muscle man up into his arms and pulled him closer, crushing him.

"Ggggaahh!!"

Wraith smiled wickedly as he pranced around the ring with Ex in his arms, absolutely giddy to have him in his arms. He would stop every now and then; shake the human he held in his arms while rubbing the human's hairy bod against his own hairless form, savoring the musky heat the contact enticed out of him.

"*Sniff* yeah," he cooed, as he brought his nose into the nape of the other man's neck, "Come on. Submit."

But submission was the one thing the human was dead set on denying him. Growing frustrated Wraith took his captured quarry even tighter against his chest and charged into a corner, slamming him into the turnbuckle. He loosened his hold on Ex just long enough to drop him to his feet and, bracing his hands on the ropes on either side of him, shoots his shoulder into his abs, enticing a 'woofing' sound out of him.

Wraith shot several more times before pulling back, watching Ex slump against the ropes, kneeing him viciously whenever he tried to escape. Several sharp blows to the chest saw a lessening of Ex's fighting spirit. With a smirk Wraith snaked his hand up Ex's hairy chest, slowly as to savor the feel of his sweat-drenched frame, and pressed it against his neck, forcing him back into the corner. Then stepping forward he leaned into Ex's body. A light moan escaped Ex's lips as he felt Wraith begin to grind his black and white bulge into his own hefty nap-sack.

"Feel that human? That's what a demon feels like. A little taste of what's to come."

The moaning intensified as Wraith continued to grind his big pouch into Ex's, whose own pouch was starting to swell. Seeing no way out Ex started to lean his hips backwards and, when Wraith leaned in for more rubbings he jabbed forward, stabbing the underside of the demon's hefty pouch with his own swollen package. The sudden stilling of the crotchular rubbings told him that he'd struck true.

Gotta ya now bitch.

Rearing back Ex jabs Wraith's bulge several more times, with each one seeing a lessening of Wraith's hold on his neck, before a particularly well-placed jab sent Wraith stumbling backwards, moaning piteously as he clutched his injured pride and giving Ex ample time to calm himself. Once he was done Ex took off out of the corner with his arm outstretched and floored the disoriented demon, knocking him to the mat.

Wraith lies on the mat for a moment, sucking in air in deep gulps, only vaguely aware of his surroundings. Ex circled the downed Wraith and stepped between his legs, giving them both a good kick so that he'd have more room. He watched Wraith writhe on the floor, watching as that exquisite chest of his rose and fall with every labored breath, and stepped forward, stomping his heavy metal boot into Wraith's bulge.

"OOOHHHHH," Wraith cried out.

"Yeeahh," Ex exclaimed, as he ground Wraith's bulge beneath his feet, while as the same time flexing his massive biceps, "Now let's see how you like it!"

The combination pain and pleasure Ex's boot was causing him drove Wraith crazy; his attempts to claw at Ex's boot only caused the latter to press down even harder on his pouch. And as Ex drove down Wraith grew desperate, thrashing his arms and legs on the canvas in a vain attempt at displacing the pain. But Ex didn't let go, and continued to grind Wraith's hefty, black and white, swollen package beneath his feet, relenting only after Wraith had run out of steam, but not before giving the hulking demon-bulge a few more stomps for good measure. Then, while his enemy was distracted he kicked him over and reached down, yanked Wraith's trunks down, revealing a pair of yellow speedos hung snug against one of the most delicious buts he'd ever laid eyes on.

"That's quite an ass you got there," Ex said, after he pulled off Wraith's old black and white trunks and had tossed them over the ringside, "Got a nice ass there. Can't wait to wreck it."

Not waiting for an answer Ex pulled himself up and stepped to the side, kicking the moaning Wraith over with his feet, whistling at the sight of Wraith's massive endowment.

"That's... that's really sumthin," he muttered to himself, more than a little jealous at how much bigger a cock Wraith had, "I'll bet you get all the attention back where you come from. Or are all of you like that?" When he got no answer, save for some light moaning, he continued, "I guess not. Doesn't really matter anyway," he said, as he lowered himself to the canvas, "'cause when I'm done with you," he sneered, as he grabbed at Wraith's bulge, making the demon yowl in pain, "Size won't be an issue."

The clenching of his hefty ball-sack was like a wake-up call to Wraith, the jolt of pleasure-pain having a regenerative effect on him. seeing how distracted Ex was with his bulge Wraith snaked his arm beneath Ex's legs, being as mindful to keep his movements slow and discreet as Ex's groping permitted him to be (low moaning and all), and when he was right where he wanted to be shot his hand up and smashed the belligerent human right in his own hefty pouch, knocking him to the floor.

"OOOOHHHHH"

Wraith struggled to pick himself up, one hand absently clenching his own battered ballsac, pulling the writhing Ex closer as him as he rose to his feet. Then, he reached down and pulled Ex's own bright red trunks down to his ankles, revealing the plump and hairy ass he'd been hiding beneath it.

"Exquisite," cooed the demon, as he stared at the human's hairy backside, stealing a good long look at the human's lengthy cock and balls, smirking as he caught sight of a cock ring, "Simply exquisite. Such a shame that I have to wreck it."

Ex barely had time to ponder just what the hell Wraith was talking about before he'd found himself hanging against the demon's knee, shivering as he felt the heat of the demon's breath caress his upturned ass. Not liking the thoughts that he was sure was running through his head he began to squirm.

"Oh there's no use struggling human. I will get what I want." Then, without a second thought Wraith pulled his free hand back and swung downward, connecting with Ex's hairy ass-cheek.

"Oooaarrrhh!"

Ex's ass rumbled with every swat, the sounds rebounding off the heavy metal walls. Again and again he swung, smacking Ex's ass with as much force as he could muster. And with every blow Ex's resistance dimmed just a little bit; after the tenth smack his roars of anger had all but gone, mewing weakly as the will to fight left him.

A loud squiring sound came from beneath Ex, and the accompanying smell told Wraith what had just occurred. Pulling the human back Wraith looked beneath him to find that his cock was long and hard, with a pure-white driblet of cum hanging obstinately to the enflamed tip.

"Oh-ho-ho," said the demon, "looks like you enjoyed that. If I had only known what you really wanted was a good spanking." His face cracked into a rather devilish sneer as he pushed the human to the ground. "I would have been only too happy to oblige."

Wraith watches on as Ex struggles to rise, breathing heavily as he struggled to a seated position.

"And to think," cooed the grey demon, "we went through all of this, when really, all you needed was a little discipline."

Wraith circled around the panting human, coming up at his front. Stepping forward he slowly began to press his hefty neon-green bulge into Ex's face.

"Sniff it," he growled, with a tone of utter authority. Ex moaned as he began to sniff deeply of Wraith's otherworldly musk; which was already starting to have an effect on his lower-half. Drawing his arms up Ex grabbed the sides of Wraith's waist and began to wiggle into Wraith's bulge.

Wraith moaned as he felt the human press into him, his eye-lashes fluttering beneath his gray hood. "T-There you go," he moaned, as he brought a hand down to the human, both to hold him in place and to steady his own trembling legs, "You know just what to do, don't you?"

You don't know the half of it...

Ex continued to wiggle against the hooded demon's bright green pouch, his slow and through movements making Wraith moan with desire. Absently he pushed to the side, noting how the hands trembled when he pressed against his balls. Taking note of this Ex began to try out a few more things, a wiggle there, a nudge there; all the while keeping his movements through and subtle. It wasn't until he noticed how the bulge in front of him was growing that he decided to take action. With a quick glance upwards to see if Wraith was seeing anything (he wasn't) he pressed his head against that part of his bulge that made Wraith's hands go back of their own accord and very quickly thrust his head into the underside of the demon's ball-sac.

The sudden shock of the blow stilled Wraith; who as a result was in no condition to block Ex's other shots, sinking further down with every blow. A particularly well-placed jab saw Wraith stumbling backward, clutching his injured bread-basket. Something took hold of his hood and dragged him forward, and before he knew what was going on Ex had reared back and smacked him in the chin, knocking him to the mat in an unconscious heap.

Ex panted heavily as he stared at the unconscious demon in front of him. "

"Rest well. 'Cause when you wake up, thing are gonna be a little bit... different."

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Wraith wakes up in the middle of the ring, groggy and confused.

"Well look who's up!?"

Recognizing Ex's voice Wraith snapped his head in the direction it came from, homing in on one of the corners, where he spotted a familiar man glaring back at him from the top of the turnbuckle in an unfamiliar ensemble.

What the...?

Ex had inevitably changed while Wraith was out. His old red mask and trunks was a leather mask and cod jock, though the former had obviously been modeled after his original mask. He'd kept the metal straps around his arms but had obviously switched out his old boots for a pair made of shiny black leather around the time he'd donned a shoulder harness. A dark leather vest topped off his new look.

A rather dark smirk crossed Ex's newly masked face as he stared down at Wraith. "I'm glad to see you're up buddy boy. 'cause otherwise, the next couple of minutes wouldn't be nearly as much fun."

The condescending leer the human was flavoring him with struck a chord within the hulking demon. Growling he picked himself up and made for the human, ready to give him a sound thrashing, only to trip over something and fall to the mat. Flipping himself over Wraith glanced downward and paused: apparently, Ex wasn't the only one sporting new clothes. Looking down Wraith saw on his legs a pair of white wrestling boots. The wrappings on his legs were gone, as were the ones on his arms. His black and white wrestling trunks had been swapped out with a pair of white speedos that he could feel hugging his balls, with a large hole in them which his cock hung from.

Or rather, would have hung from.

A large canister had been attached to his cock, the metal connecting it to him encased with yellow runes. On the other end of it was a large clear rubber tube that went into a hole in the center of the ring.

Irritated Wraith tried to pull the thing off, only for the runes to light up. From out of the runes came a small charge that hit his dick, the shock of which made the demon cringe. And while the charge had a painful component there was also an element of pleasure to it, coinciding with the pain. The pleasure/pain combo made his dick throb; a low moan ensued from Wraith's mouth as a small shot of pre-cum shot up from out of his cock and flowed rapidly through the tube, disappearing into the darkness beneath the ring.

"It's nice to see you two getting acquainted," mocked the human, "You wouldn't believe what that cost me. And to top it off, it won't even hold that long."

It dawned on Wraith that this was what the human meant when he said that 'he had a way of dealing with him'.

Ex jumped off the turnbuckle. "I don't mind though," he said, as he made his way over to where Wraith was struggling to collect himself. "It's not like I'm gonna need that much time to finish you anyway," he sneered, as he came up on the weary demon. Once there he reached down and grabbed the weary demon by the chin and pulled him up, forcing him to stare into his eyes. "Cause as of right now," he says, drawing a scream out of Wraith by clamping the underside of his pecs, "It's Round-freakin-two."

The sudden clamping of his chiseled pecs made Wraith moan with lust; that, and the small burst of pre that shot out of his dick were not lost on Ex, who twisted Wraith as he pushed him into the corner, forcing him backwards against the turnbuckle. Once there Ex dropped his hands off of Wraith and gave him several savage chomps across the chest, pushing the demon back into the corner whenever he tried to leave. When he was finished he pulled Wraith out of the corner and, turning him around, leaned downward and, scooping an arm between Wraith's legs and another over his shoulders, pulled the lumbering demon over his shoulders, in a perverse inversion of a fireman's carry.

"Oh yeah," Ex said, as he walked around the ring, stopping periodically to buck his shoulders, "You like that? Gonna give me the goods, demon-boy?"

The only answer Wraith could give was more screaming; between the exhaustion from that came from just waking up and fighting a losing battle against an inexhaustible machine for his own seed Wraith was in no condition to put up a fight.

Seeing this Ex dropped Wraith to the ground, the impact jarring the milking tube and drawing out another shuttering shot of pre-cum from its unwilling donor. Seeing an opening Wraith begins to crawl toward the ropes, keeping his movements steady as to not upset the tube, desperate for relief.

"Oh no you don't, grey-boy."

Ex was onto him before he'd reached the first rope. Reaching down Ex grabbed a hold on Wraith's right ear and pulled him upward, away from the ropes, forcing the battered demon to again look him in the eye. He held him there for a moment, silently glowering at his heaving form, and then wrapped his arms around his neck, pulling him into a head lock.

He made of show of wrenching Wraith's neck, yelling obscenities over the demon's anguished yowls. After he was done with that he took off running across the ring, dragging Wraith along with him, before jumping about midway there, falling to his ass and dragging Wraith down with him.

"OOOOHHHH!"

The cylinder jarred from the impact, making Wraith shiver and moan as it induced a large shock of pleasure/pain, inducing a rather large shot of pre from out of his encapsulated cock. Wraith writhes piteously on the mat, panting heavily while clutching his hands around his crotch, being careful to not actually touch it, for fear of setting off another charge. In desperation he began to claw his way back over to the ropes, and this time was able to pull himself up. He was still a little bit wobbly; constantly reigning in his already libido was a chore, especially in these circumstances. In his weariness Wraith fails to notice that the tube was dangerously close to the middle rope; a sharp tug later saw him moaning again, with an even bigger discharge flowing down the long tube.

"You really need to watch that," said a voice from behind him. Wraith didn't even have time to turn around before Ex had backed up against him, pressing against his chiseled backside. A shiver ran up Wraith's form as he felt a pair of hands roam up and down his chest, "We don't want anything bad to happen to my meal-ticket," Ex cooed, as he sat his head on Wraith's right shoulder, "now do we?"

Keeping his movements slow and deliberate Ex started to push Wraith into the ropes, all the while working to keep the demon distracted by running his hands all over his body. Then, with Wraith pressed firmly against the ropes Ex let his arms fall from Wraith's body and onto the ropes, which he pressed against the demon's heaving ball-sac.

Wraith cried out at the sudden shock, his protests dying in his throat as he shivered against his human aggressor, struggling valiantly against cumming. But the human wouldn't let up, and continued to rub the rope against his balls; a stray hand rose from the ropes and ran up the demon's body, stopping at one of his nips and tugged.

"AAAARRRRGGGGHHHH!!!"

Jackpot...

A large grin broke out of Ex's face as he saw Wraith's cock give up the goods; frothy white semen traveled the tubes where there was once crystal-clear pre, and in larger quantities.

Wraith leaned back in weary defeat, moaning against Ex's body as thick globs of cum burst out of his jisming dick; so lost was he in his lusts that didn't even notice how he humped the air with each orgasm, straining his balls against the ropes with every hump of his upturned hips.

"There we go," Ex said, "Now isn't that better?"

In his state Wraith was powerless to stop Ex, stepping in time with the human as he pulled the lumbering demon back towards the center of the ring, stopping about halfway there. Wraith's body trembled at Ex's touch, the hands coursing up and down his body driving him wild with desire, which of course made for more cum to flow. A gasp arose out of Wraith's throat as he felt both of Ex's hands slip down his pearly-white speedos and grab hold of the palm-sized treasures that laid within and give them a few good squeezes. The squeezing of his heavy balls made Wraith shutter as his cock discharged even larger globs of semen, their volume visibly distorting the tube.

Weakened as he was by the discharge Wraith sank out of Ex's grasp and onto the ground, the continuous orgasms robbing him of the strength to stand on his own. The shock of hitting the mat with his knees restored his strength somewhat, and with it he began to tug at the tube, only to be repaid in kind by another shock of pleasure/pain; the resulting orgasm the pleasure saw Wraith's strength diminish even more, and left him leaning backwards on his knees with his arms slouched to his sides and his tongue lulling out of his mouth, absently humping the air with each new orgasm.

Seeing all this Ex sinks back down to his knees, and back into Wraith's back, resuming his earlier position. Again he runs his hands all over Wraith's trembling body, cocking an eyebrow at how much more responsive he is than he was before. Sinking one of his hands back down Wraith's speedo Ex puts the other one under Wraith's chin, and pulls him into a deep kiss just as his other hand squeezes at his hefty balls.

Wraith moans into Ex's kiss as the gentle ball-groping makes his hips pump the air, and makes his cock discharge huge goblets of cum. Ex squeezes again, drawing Wraith deeper into the kiss and forcing another load from his balls. He did this several times, smirking against Wraith's lips with every induced orgasm. Wraith saw what was happening and began to shake his head against the kiss, struggling against the passions Ex was forcing on him. But in his state he was no match for Ex, who merely smirked as he pulled the exhausted Wraith back into the kiss, squeezing his balls. He smirked against Wraith's face as he felt the latter's balls begin to quiver in his hand, with a rather hefty discharge of demon-jizz flowing down the tube.

Momentarily content Ex pulled away from the kiss and from Wraith, just enough to get a good look at him but not far enough so that he couldn't just reel him back in if he got too fidgety. Smiling he wrings a few more loads out of Wraith's heavy balls, smiling at the exasperated moaning that accompanied each load, before pushing him to the mat.

I'd better take care of this. I am so damned horny!!

Ex crawled over Wraith, laying his body against his prone, gasping form, rubbing his massive cock-head against the latter's bubbly ass.

"I hope that you weren't about to use this," he said with a swat, "'cause I'm about to wreck it!"

The thought of being penetrated sent a surge of energy through Wraith; bracing his hands against the mat Wraith pushed back with a might roar, throwing Ex away from him and onto his back on the other side of the ring. Ex took his time in getting re-collected, time which Wraith used to force the heavy metal canister off of his weeping cock. The first few tugs resulted in a few shots of cum, diminishing Wraith's newfound strength but not by enough that he wasn't able to pry it off, cumulating with an audible 'pop' and a trail of cum that flowed from the tip of his cock to the place outside the ring where the canister had gone.

The loss of the canister gave Wraith newfound strength, with which he crossed the ring to where Ex was and dropping his elbow across his back, knocking him back to the mat. From there Wraith dropped to the mat behind Ex and pulled his down his cod-jock, again revealing his massive endowment. In anger Wraith again pulls Ex up across his knee and again starts to spank him, his blows connecting with as much indignant force as he could muster. And just as before Ex blew an epic wad at the floor by Wraith's legs, shivering as his thick dick gave up the goods.

Wraith threw him to the mat with a roar, re-energized by the dominating he'd just done, when suddenly an idea came to mind. It wasn't enough for him to get revenge; he had to be through about it. A devilish grin crossed his demonic face as an idea came unbidden to his mind.

Going back down Wraith began to pull Ex back against him, smacking his ass whenever he got fidgety. Once he was close enough he pulled Ex's ass up to his face and proceeded to give him the rimjob of a lifetime. Afterwards Wraith steps over Ex and looms over his prone form. Then, angling his cock to Ex's hole, Wraith slammed down with a heady roar.

"UUUUMMFFF!!"

Wraith growled when he wasn't able to go all the way in with his first thrust; his cock's semi-flaccid state prevented him from penetrating Ex like he wanted to. Growling again Wraith reached down and brought Ex up to his hands and knees, which made it easier for him to thrust.

However, while that made it easier to thrust, it still didn't solve his other problem; and between his puffy cock's semi-flaccid state and Ex's incredibly tight sphincter, Wraith wasn't able to push down as hard, as fast, or as deep, as he wanted to, and was only able to get halfway in.

"Having trouble back there, big guy?"

Wraith blinked at the sound of Ex's voice, the sound momentarily clearing the storms of rage that ran through his mind.

"Let me help you."

Wraith watched passively as Ex began to push his ass back; if the human wanted to hasten his domination then who was he to stop him. A ghost of a smile crossed Wraith's face as Ex tilted his body upwards and pressed it against Wraith's chest, all the while working his bubbly muscle-ass. Wraith blinked in confusion as he felt Ex increase the tempo, working his hefty demon-dick even deeper into his ass. Wraith growled at the loss of control and began to violently thrust into Ex's ass, shuttering when his overly-sensitive cock meet the latter's incredibly tight and hard inner-walls.

A subtle shift on Ex's part saw a moan from Wraith's mouth and a shot of cum from his dick. Seeing an opportunity Ex started to push back, jerking his ass even faster and forcing Wraith onto his back. From there, Ex started to work in some light bouncing, pounding the every-loving-fuck out of Wraith's depleted dick with purposeful little hops of his hips. He managed to draw out several more loads from the demon dick; and with each new shot bringing the demon's head closer to his prostate. Beneath him Wraith had reverted to the way he was when he was getting milked: putty in the human's hands. Arms sprayed out with his eyes in the back of his head, mumbling wordless words under his breath as the human took him and his gigantic demon cock for a ride; a soft and steady groaning noise escaping out of his mouth every time the human managed to squeeze a fresh load out of him. And as the cumming continued Ex's own cock began to stir, the enlarged head already dripping with pre.

A particularly aerobic twirk sees Wraith's cock press firmly against Ex's prostate, making the masked man moan as he blew his wad all over the ring. The sudden anal constriction forced a huge load out of Wraith's cock, which flopped powerlessly as it fell, limp and flaccid, from out of Ex's ass. Ex collapsed first, falling atop of Wraith, who was so disconcerted that he too passed out.

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Wraith was the first to stir, feeling calm, clear, collected, and very, very afraid. He knew that he should probably be searching for the canister but the non-stop orgasms Ex had juiced out of his dick had sapped most of his strength. As it was, he wouldn't have had the strength to fend the human off if he did anything. That last minute fuck was a bad idea.

I had better go.

Keeping his movements as quiet as he could Wraith pulled out from under Ex and, setting him aside, started to crawl away, narrowly avoiding the many puddles of cum the two of them had created during their earlier rumpus, falling over the side of the ring. He manages to pick himself to a standing position just as the noise from his fall roused Ex from his sleep.

"Uugghh... My ass."

Ex was slow to rise; he was nearly as worn out as Wraith was. The crunching sound of boots against the mat told Ex where Wraith was; flipping his body around Ex saw was Wraith making his way to the door, his movements slow and erratic.

"Yeah you'd better run," he cried from the floor, "You like that?!? Well there's more where that came from! Oh, and thanks for the cum!!"

Wraith narrowed his eyes at the human's caterwauling; the noise and accusations Ex threw at him doing his pride no good. Exiting the room he slammed the door shut behind him, his loss weighing heavily on his spirit.

"I will have my revenge," he muttered to himself, as he started to make the trek away, "I will not let this insult go unavenged."

But as he stepped down the narrow concrete corridor a moderately-sized nap-sack caught his eye, if only because it had his name on it.

Now what is this?.

Feelings of revenge subsiding Wraith peeked inside, finding the original wrestling gear he came in with. There was even that small yellow speedo he'd worn beneath his trunks.

Being reunited with his old gear brought a smile to Wraith's face. But as he piled his stuff back into the knapsack something on his old trunks caught his eye. His good mood faded when he noticed what it was. He scrambled through the rest of his stuff, hoping that his trunks were the only things that had been changed. But fortune was not on his side; like his trunks, all of his clothes had a patch attached on them, not in plain sight but then that wasn't the point, with three little words embroiled into the fabric just above the ass:

"Property of Ex"