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He could hardly wait. He’d wanted this match for the longest time. The time had finally come for him to tame that young upstart.

“Hey Jack,” said a voice in a deep baritone, “Break a leg out there.”

The lumber-moose tilted his head sideways, “Thanks P. I intend to.”

The lumbering rhino grinned knowingly at the heftier moose. “You been looking forward to this, Jack?”

Jack grinned right back at him. “You know it,” he rumbled, “I’ve been itching for a chance to face this kid. Ain’t gonna let it slip past me.”

Sarge narrowed his eyes. “Just be careful out there. He’s got more than a few tricks up his sleeve.” It was then that Jack remembered that Sarge’s had gone up against the kid - Lucharilla, if he recalled correctly - not too long ago. He recalled seeing how thoroughly Sarge had been taken down. Not that Sarge was all that broken up about it… that blasted rhino wouldn’t stop talking about it for days.

“I’ll be a little bit more careful than you were.” He had seen the previous match-up; he knew what he was getting into. “I’ll be careful.”

“Don’t be too careful.” A ghost of a smile crept across his gray-withered muzzle. “You’re gonna wanna have some fun…”

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Had the announcer not just begun announcing the beginning of the next match, Jack would have had serious words for Sarge; cryptic wasn’t something that guy could pull off.

He watched Lucharilla enter the ring, a crooked smile crossing his face as he thought about how he’d go about teaching that dashing upstart a thing or two about disrespecting one’s elders. The crowd really seemed to be eating him up; he expected that much.

Say whatever else you wanted about Lucharilla; the kid had charisma to spare. And based on what he saw in his last match, he had the talent to back up his boasts.

Jack ran down the walkway, arms out, slapping the hands of the fans, never taking his eyes off of Lucharilla’s green-and-yellow striped rump.

Jack stepped up the small stairway on the side of the ring and climbed inside, stepping over the top ropes and entering the ring proper. He didn’t bounce around like Lucharilla did, opting to instead stand back and lean against a turnbuckle, glaring across the ring at the smaller wrestler.

Coming down from the turn post Lucharilla turned around to stare at Jack, wearing a cocky little smile as he leaned into the corner, returning Jack’s deep gaze with his own considerably lighter stare, breaking his gaze only long enough to appreciative glance at the lumber-moose’s big pouch. Jack couldn’t help but grin as he caught the kid’s eyes glancing downward; he had always been proud of the size of his endowment. Even if it didn’t translate to a whole lot of victories.

The referee, a muscular mule buck wearing a black and white striped shirt, tie, and speedo, called them both into the middle of the ring. Jack and Lucharilla met dead center and bumped bulges; or at least tried too… being just a wee bit bigger than Jack was just a wee bit larger than Lucharilla, whose stance was marred by the former’s hefty bulge poking him in his abs.

The referee laid down the rules for them. “Now I’m sure you’re aware but this is a cum-fall match.” A big grin broke out across his face, “And as such it should go without saying but… every shot counts!” He waited to see if any of them had gotten his joke and when no such response was coming his way he sighed softly and continued. “Alright then. If no one’s got any objections then wrestlers, take your places.”

Jack pushed himself off of Lucharilla, turning away with a grin at the sight of the smaller Lucharilla stumbling backwards. Catching himself on the ropes lime-green luchador glared up at the hairy cervine, snorting as the Jack turned away from him, his bubble-but bouncing as he stopped to cock his head over his shoulder to smirk at him. The lumber-moose continued to smirked as he watched the kid push himself off the ropes and come after him, stopping only when the referee stepped between them and directed the kid back to his corner.

Lucharilla waited until the referee gave the green-light before making his move, launching himself at Jack and slamming the big moose in his hairy chest with enough force to knock him onto his back. But Lucharilla didn’t stop there; catching himself on his outstretched arms he spun around on the mat, using the momentum to launch himself into air, before curling into a ball in mid-air and landing squarely on the moose’s expansive chest.

The lime-green gorilla slid his hands up Jack’s chest, his fingers gazing through the moose’s hairy chest, and latched onto his nipples, simultaneously sliding his feet into the latter’s bright lime trunks, wrapping his feet around the bulbous assets nestled inside. Jack could feel his admittedly weak resistance crumble beneath the two-pronged assault; not even 30 seconds into the match and already he regretted not rubbing one out before entering the ring. Jack’s eyes grew heavy and fell shut as the massive lumber-moose felt his big orbs seize up, the belligerent groaning he’d been reduced to yowling collapsing into a muted moan as he came, his manhandled rod releasing a thick gout of submission around and through the kid’s dexterous feet, a growing stain forming across the front of his wrestling trunks.

The ref stepped in just as the bell rang, pulling the gorilla off of the jutting, jisming moose, who laid there panting while his younger opponent roared to the crowd, prancing around the ring like he’d already won.

Jack slowly pulled himself to his feet, panting softly as he shook off the involuntary afterglow, absently adjusting his soggy trunks. Daring to glance upward Jack looked forward and found himself an eyeful of a pert yellow and green colored backside waving itself in his direction. Damn kid was mooning him. Sparing only a moment to shake his head at the indignation of having a kid, a child, taunting him Jack rushed across the ring, horns out and nostrils blaring, determined to catch Lucharilla and give him a taste of what was coming to him.

But the kid was quicker, stepping off to the side just as Jack came rushing forward and tripping him with an outstretched leg, sending the big moose tumbling into the corner. Jack barely managed to catch the sides of the ropes before his horns were caught.

The big moose blinked in surprise as he felt Lucharilla’s arms wrap around his waist, along with a certain something nestle into the crack of his cloth-clad ass. He felt Lucharilla press his bulge into the crack between his bubbly-cheeks, wiggling it about while his hands snaked around the moose’s barrel of a chest and down the front of his shiny green trunks, groping the moist package beneath the dampened cloth.

Jack caught himself moaning, the kid’s groping mitts proving to be far tenderer and through than he’d have liked them to be. He caught himself swaying into the kid’s hips, the latter’s hand movements puppeteering his husky body. Shaking his head at his weakness Jack took a deep breath before steeling himself against his awakened lusts just long enough to bump his ass sharply into the kid’s midsection, focusing on the part that kept digging into his ass. A soft grunt from behind him told Jack that he’s struck true.

The massive lumber-moose bucked his ass into the kid’s midsection again, pushing the smarmy primate back a bit. Several sharp bumps later saw the kid’s hands fly off of Jack’s own man-pouch and onto his own. Lucharilla stumbled backwards, moaning piteously as he clutched his injured groin.

Turning on his heels Jack caught Lucharilla’s hands on his pouch, moaning as he gently cradled his bulge. Catching his eye Lucharilla took a deep breath and dropped into a stance, blinking constantly as he tried to shift his unsteady gaze on the moose’s massive body.

The lumber-moose launched himself again at the kid, watching himself so that the kid couldn’t trip him up like last time. But instead of stepping out of the way Lucharilla rushed forward, sliding feet first beneath Jack’s legs, arms outstretched, catching Jack right in the man-pouch just as he went through, sending the cross-eyed Jack to his knees, moaning as he clutched his groin.

Just as Jack was going down Lucharilla had slid himself all the way through his picked himself up from off the mat and threw himself into the corner, catching his hands on the turnpost ,and launched himself into the kneeling Jack, clubbing him with both feet and sending him sprawling to the mat.

Jack laid moaning on the mat, feeling the weight of the kid as he settled onto his back, blinking weary eyes as he felt the latter’s hairy arms wrap themselves around his chest and clamp a nerve pinch on his nips, braying from the involuntary arousal said pinching had i as the kid laid down on top of him and wrapped his arms around his barrel of a chest, groping his nips while rubbing his bulge into his ass.

Not wanting an encore of his first submission Jack pulled himself up to his knees, propping himself on his outstretched arms. Just as he did this Lucharilla threw his legs around the moose’s big waist and slid his feet into Jack’s trunks, latching onto and expertly groping the latter’s massive jewels.

The handsome moose trembled as he felt Lucharilla kneading and groping and rubbing his ginormous cock and balls with his dexterous feet, the former of which had swollen enough that it’d begun to peek out of the top of his trunks, smacking his lower abs. When he dared a glance down Jack was slightly dismayed to notice some pre-cum bubbling out of the top of it and knew that he was about to blow.

Thinking fast Jack picked himself up to his feet, his stance wobbly from all the groping. Just as he felt that he was about to blow Jack threw himself backwards, slamming Lucharilla flat into the mat just as he cock fired a burst of his man-cream into the air.

The bell rang once again as the ref came back over and pulled a gasping Jack off of Lucharilla, who laid on the mat, gasping for breath.

Jack, being somewhat winded from blowing his load again in such a short amount of time, took his time tucking his softening cock back into his trunks. A small part of him relished in the fact that he’d managed to do some damage to the kid.

Sure enough when Lucharilla did finally get to his feet he was panting heavily, swaying a bit as he stood unevenly on his feet, favoring his left foot.

With a lopsided grin Jack stepped up to the kid, silently taking in his measure as he closed the distance between then, and stopped in front of him, silently taking the kid’s measure as he loomed over him. Lucharilla shuffled a bit on his feet, only becoming aware of the moose’s presence a few moments after he’d been staring over him for a while. He tilted his head upwards to look him in the eye and took a lopsided stance, still favoring his left foot

Jack couldn’t help but grin at the kid’s determination, even as he pondered just how one blown load could have taken so much out of him. With a shake of his head Jack reached forward arms out, wrapped them around Lucharilla’s sides, and pulled the kid into a good old-fashioned bearhug, pulling the kid to and holding him tightly against his chest.

The masked ape roared into Jack’s fuzzy pelt as the latter pressed him in harder, waking him from his weariness. The big moose walked around the ring as he continued to squeezed the life out of the kid, stopping at points to rub his moistened pouch into Lucharilla’s stripped bulge, smirking at the lusty moans the kid made.

An idea came to Jack just as he was nearing a corner; the massive lumber-moose grinning as he played it out in his head. Spinning around on his heels Jack turned to face the corner, planting his feet as he did so. Then he pulled Lucharilla away from his chest and, taking a moment to smirk at and admire the kid’s flushed face, flipped him upside down and pulled him close again, moaning as he pressed the kid’s face into his sweat man-pouch. Once that was done Jack took off with a roar, rushing into and slamming Lucharilla’s backside into the turnpost, dropping the kid’s legs over the top ropes and dropping his knees so that his musky sac was snug against the kid’s face.

Jack grinned to himself as he felt the kid moan into his bulge, wiggling it teasingly into his face as he stopped the kid’s attempts at escape by pressing him deeper into the corner with his body. The big moose grinned as he watched the kid’s bulge tent his yellow and green trunks. Pulling them back Jack looked for a moment at the peaking cock before sucking it into his mouth.

Lucharilla grunted in surprise as he felt Jack suck his cock, breathing in huge mouthfuls of the latter’s musky pouch. The kid pushed at Jack’s inner thighs, hoping to push the moose back, or barring that himself away so that he’d have some breathing room.

Jack responded to that by dropping his hips, force-feeding the mighty ape his fat bulge. Jack wiggled his hips around, grinning around the kid’s cock, which had begun to spurt copious amounts of pre into his mouth. He suckled harder, swallowing and savoring the rich taste of the kid’s pre, murring admiringly around the cock in his mouth when he felt Lucharilla moan loudly into his fat pouch. Jack couldn’t help but smile as he felt Lucharilla go off in his mouth, paying no attention to the muffled grunts coming from his crotch. He was barely aware of the bell, and had to be pulled away by the referee.

Jack grinned as he watched the ref pull the kid onto his feet, chuckling softly as the latter stumbled awkwardly onto his feet, catching himself on the ropes whenever he fell. It took him a while but the kid eventually found his equilibrium again, though his stance was rather lopsided. Once he had the ref’s okay Jack got into a stance himself, cocking his head at the smaller primate, wanting to draw the kid into coming at him again.

Jack caught himself choking back a laugh when Lucharilla came bursting out of the corner, exhausting seemingly forgotten. He dropped into a slide again, moving to go between Jack’s legs again. Not wanting a repeat of what happened the last time he did that Jack waited until the kid was almost through and dropped his ass right into the center Lucharilla’s chest, stilling the gorilla’s downward slide. Jack repeated the butt-slamming a couple more times when it looked like the kid was gonna recover, making sure that every slam hitting a bit harder than the last.

When Jack saw that the kid wasn’t gonna fight back he dropped onto the latter’s chest, with his legs on the mat on either side of the kid’s with the latter’s arms locked beneath his knees and his own fat bulge resting on the kid’s face.

Leaning back Jack reached behind him and slid his oversized-mitt into Lucharilla’s trunks, teasing the moist contents before pulling it down and letting out the latter’s wet cock, which he’d started to stroke.

Beneath him Lucharilla moaned into Jack’s bulge, the vibrations and subtle sensations making Jack moan, though the latter never stopped manhandling the gorilla’s crotch. Between his weakened state, the moose’s musky pouch, and his own heightened arousal, it wasn’t long before Lucharilla shot up a fall, moaning into the maple-colored bulge as his cock blew thick ropes of his salty-sweet spunk high into the air.

The ref pulled Jack off of Lucharilla just as the bell rang, giving the smaller gorilla some breathing room.

Jack allowed himself be pulled away, subtly adjusting his nutsac, which had started to throb in his wet trunks. Exhaustion and arousal were a volatile combination, especially in matches like this; he hated how easily he got turned on, how easy it was to turn him on. If he didn’t end this quickly then he’d be in trouble.

Lucharilla was slow in getting up, as Jack had surmised, a stiff grunt leaving his lips as he braced himself on the ropes. He shook his head at the ref when he came over to check on him and pushed off the ropes, facing up at Jack with weary eyes and a wearier stance.

Jack couldn’t help but grin at the sight of the kid’s cock peeking out of the top of his trunks, even as he crouched into a stance himself, shaking his

Lucharilla charged forward with a roar, moving his lower-body dropping down as if to slide once again between Jack’s legs. Shaking his head Jack dropped his ass down just as Lucharilla’s legs were going through, more than willing to punish the kid for his lack of originality.

However, just as he was going down Lucharilla stopped himself with his hands and swept the big guy off his feet with a vicious sweep of his booted heels. Then, just as the mighty moose was going down Lucharilla spun around on his hands and jumped into the air, slamming into Jack’s chest just as he hit the ground, knocking the wind out of him.

Lucharilla took the time to rub his bulge into Jack’s face, much like the latter did to him not too long ago, drawing a moan out of the beleaguered moose before turning his body around and directing his attention to Jack’s big bulge, sliding down the furry trail on the moose’s chest and settling in the thick bush on his abs. With a wicked smirk the gorilla reached down and took the moose in hand, making the prone moose moan with his almost forceful gentleness.

He continued to paw at the moose’s bulge, which has begun to tent and strain the already heavily-dampened crotch. Lucharilla reached down and tugged at the moistened area, which ripped under his not-so-gentle hands. Seeing an opportunity Lucharilla tore away the rest of his dampened trunks, letting out the moose’s hefty cock, the latter of whom groaned as it shot into the air, leaking profusely as it towered in front of the smaller ape.

A soft whistle was the only thing Lucharilla was able to articulate, as he watched the hefty organ sway in front of him. With a reluctance that was could easily be mistakable for reverence Lucharilla reached forward and took hold of Jack’s lumber.

Laid out on the canvas Jack moaned as he felt the mighty Lucharilla grope his member, tugging and pulling at his hefty cock with a gentle thoroughness. Jack’s vision went white when he felt Lucharilla grope at his balls, which quivered under the kid’s touch. Lucharilla’s hands was surprisingly tender, damn near medicinal in fact, and it wasn’t long before the fallen lumberjack moaned out warningly as he felt his hefty orbs pull up to his crotch.

A pair of hands clamped down hard on the base of Jack’s cock, halting the impending cum-blast. Jack thrashed about as he felt his seed bubbling and boiling within his balls. But the kid’s hands remained firm, denying the braying moose any relief. He let out a half-moan/half-sigh when he felt his orgasm die down.

Just as soon as relief had started to set in he felt the kid’s hands feet working over his cock and balls again, drawing him to the heights of pleasure. And just like last time he was brought to the very precipice of pleasure, only to be held back by the kid’s cast-iron grip on his cock, forcing him to come back down again.

This went on for some time, with the intervals in which Jack was brought up, denied, and brought down shrinking as it went on. Eventually it got to the point where all it took to get a rise out of the big moose was a simple touch to the crown of his cockhead, with some subtle tweaking of his hefty orbs.

Jack was more than a little surprised when Lucharilla relented, inwardly cursing the latter for having brought him to the heights of pleasure with his skillful hands and feet, only to deny him his iron grip.

A powerful moaning from the prone moose, followed by an equally powerful burst of seed, told him that he’d struck true. Rope after rope of thick moose spunk came bursting out of Jack’s bloated lumber, shooting into and around the peeking face of the victorious ape and high into the air, raining down all on the canvas and all within it, coating them with heavy batches of thick moose gunk. And all the while Lucharilla’s hands and feet never stopped their work; a gentle finger caressed the moose’s hefty cock, which pulsated almost merrily as the thick moose seed came surging out of the inflamed, throbbing cockhead, while the hair orbs nestled between Jack’s legs throbbed angrily against the kid’s feet, rumbling as they worked to produce the seed which traveled up the aforementioned cock and into the air, dotting the surrounding area with white batches of seed. He had underestimated this kid. He underestimated him big time; and had paid the price for his pride.

The ref was slow in pulling stopping the match, both because the announcers were too surprised by the semen output to register the bell and because he was having difficulties traversing the semen-covered ring without slipping. When he reached the heaving pair of wrestlers he pulled the victorious one to his feet, leaving the defeated lying on the ground, panting heavily as his hefty log continued its incredible output, which had begun to slow down under the ref’s gaze. The moose’s throbbing fell across his swollen sac, pumping out the rest of his jizz onto the cum-stained mat. The ref dropped a knee into the gooey mess and inspected Jack’s fallen log, weighing the placid thing in his hands before doing the same to his balls, which were equally unresponsive. He spared one look at the moose’s heaving face and, shaking his head, pulled himself up and went back to Lucharilla, hoisting his arms up and declaring him the victor.

The crowd went wild, roaring so fiercely that it was almost impossible to hear the announcer proclaim the mighty Lucharilla as the victor.

Jack was only dimly aware of what was going on; that last orgasm had taken quite a bit out of him. He eyed the kid strut around the ring, nearly slipping on his seed; if he weren’t so damned tired he would have laughed at the kid’s clumsiness. As it was, he was too tired to do more than lie there and think as the kid circled the ring and returned to him, pausing to stare into his face for the briefest of moments before he turned and exited the ring, leaving Jack alone with his thoughts. And an arena full of rabid sex-fiends just waiting to hop the rails and help the cleanup-crew with their decidedly arduous task.