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Bully Vs Sarge

The excitement of the crowd for the night's main event was positively electric. The floor beneath their feet seemed to pulsate from their lust and excitement.

In the center of the arena, within a large wrestling ring perched in its very center, were two juggernauts, each staring at the other from opposite ends of the ring.

One was a large hunk of a bull, known as Bully, whose light tan fur glistened beneath the spotlights. Adorned on his head was a sparkly gold mask with a streak of brown that went from the back of his head to the top of his nose, sliding between his baby blue eyes. The mask had two openings for his horns, just above his ears. He wore two bands on each of his arms. The ones around his upper arms were thinner than the ones around his wrists but were studded. His boots were golden like his mask, with deep brown collars that matched the one on his mask. He sported an impressive pelt of white fluffy hair that ran the course of his expansive frontside, starting from a big patch that stretched across his pecs and thinned as it went down his chest, only to slowly blossom as it trailed down his abs and into his trunks. Said trunks glistened gold just like his mask and boots. And the bulge within them did him no disservice, even as it jutted out the longhorn's head etched across its front.

The rhino known as Sarge who stood opposite him was attired. A light batch of hair coursed the entirety of his handsome form, which like the fur on the bull glistened beneath the lights. He sported an army camo-shaded mask that covered the area just above his first horn, his light grey eyes and ears the only opening the mask gave him. Unlike Bully his boots were brown all over, albeit a lighter shade in certain places. He wore a pair of speedos of the color as his mask, lined with a belt that was a lighter and brighter shade of grey than the rest of his body. There was a bulge in his speedos that, while not as packed as the bull's, was still quite pronounced.

The two titans have been looking forward to this match-up for quite some time, as have their fans. It all started months ago, when Bully first came in the FWL. A hothead and braggart, he managed to alienate half the locker-room on his first day with his egocentric personality and flamboyant posturing. And he only seemed to get worse from there.

But what he proved that night, and subsequently every night thereafter, was that he was more than just talk. His boisterous, belligerent exterior belied an incredibly skilled wrestler and performer. He turned the crowd over to his side with the same ease that he'd defeated his first opponent. And he dashed any hopes that his first win was a fluke by doing it again the next week, beating his opponent and wowing the crowd, just as easily as he did the first time.

His popularity grew with time, and before long he was the most popular wrestler in the roster. Cards with his matches sold out more than others and the adulation he was getting dwarfed any of the others.

However, growing alongside his fame and adulation was his already oversized ego. His attitude in the locker-room went from belligerent to unbearable. Wrestlers started to speak out about it, with Sarge being the loudest among them. As one of the only wrestlers Bully hadn't completely demolished Sarge was the one everyone looked for, and everyone knew that a match was the way to decide things.

And there they were, two gargantuan brutes, one old and one new, both about to square off against one another.

Taking a microphone from out of announcer's table Bully stepped back into the ring. "OOhh yeah! Now, the Bully knows that there's been some talk about the Bully's attitude..." And he made to hush the crowd, "Now now, it's true. It seems that the Bully is not very popular with most of his fellow wrestlers! They don't seem to like his 'attitude', he accentuated those last words with air quotes, "His 'lack of respect for his fellow wrestlers'," again with the air quotes, "now it's alright, because I have you guys," And he gestures to the crowd, who respond with loud adulations, "who all know what the Bully is the best. However..." he let his voice hang, "It seems that those other performers, those jealous, backstabbing fools in the FWL locker-room would much rather send someone else to fight their battles for them. And while the Bully has nothing but respect for our armed forces," and he gave Sarge a mocking salute, "The Bully can't help but feel that you're out of your depth old man! Now the Bully not normally one to boast..." The crowds laughed when he said that, "But it's kind obviously, to everyone here how this is going to go down: like many others before you, you'll be laid out, in a pool of your own jizz, while the Bully walks out of here with his head held high! Because as others have come to realize, and as you yourself will soon find out, if you mess with me," he gripped his bulge with both hands, pronouncing it around the world, "you get the horn! The Long Horn!!" He let his pouch drop and threw his arms up, turning towards the roaring crowd. "That's! Just! How! It! Is!"

He turned back to look at Sarge, glaring across the ring at him even as he threw his mic over his shoulder and out of the ring.

Sarge returned his glare but otherwise didn't say anything.

Oh am I gonna enjoy taking you down a notch or two.

A small but wiry bull terrier wearing the checkered black and white bow-tie and speedo that was the official referee uniform stepped into the ring and called them to the center, where they both tried to glare the other down. Bully looked to start up again with the trash-talk, smirking down his nose at the rhino, who responded with a wicked head-butt. The force of the blow sent Bully stumbling backwards. Taking a moment to collect himself Bully jumped back and reared his fist back but was stopped by the diminutive terrier, who in a surprising show of strength, pushed the belligerent bull away from the beleaguering rhino.

"You'll pay for that," he roared as he was pushed into his corner. Sarge snorted dismissively as he was himself made to go into his corner soon after. "We'll see about that," he hollered in his corner.

Rhino and bull settled into their corners and glared across the ring at one another even as the ref stepped in between them. With a gesture to both ends to see if they were ready, and after getting another one in return, the ref turned around and signaled for the match to begin.

"Let's go!"

Bully rushed out of his corner almost immediately after getting the green light from the ref, who jumped back and out of the way just as Sarge, who'd apparently darted out just soon after he did, clashed into the other wrestler, guttural growls coming out of their mouths as they locked arms with one another and pushed.

Seeing an opening the wily Sarge slid behind Bully and locked his arms around his abs, laughing at the bull's struggles and grinding his big bulge against the back of the latter's shiny trunks before scooping him up and slamming him into the bleached-white canvas.

Upon regaining his footing Bully found that the rhino's arms were still taut around his chest, a yip of surprise escaping his mouth as Sarge picked him up and smashed him into the canvas, following it up with several more repetitions, each both quicker and harder than the last.

Struggling to catch his footing Bully reached out with his legs and upon finding firm footing bent his knees and straightened his back, forcing the rhino to bend his own back and keeping him from picking him up again. Placing his hands onto the rhino's arms he slowly began to pull them from around his chest and raise them over his head, aggressively squatting whenever it seemed like Sarge would regain his footing.

Once his arms were overhead Bully began to force them back over Sarge's, sliding behind the massive rhino and locking his arms around the latter's waist just as he did to him. Not wanting to be picked up and slammed down like he was, and feeling the bull's larger bulge grinding against the distressingly thin cloths of his camo-colored speedo the massive army rhino braced his legs onto the mat and with a herculean roar pushed back on the hulking brute, running him smack into the nearest corner. Once he'd felt, and heard, Bully's back slam into the turnpost Sarge pushed Bully back several more times into the turnpost, relenting when he felt the bull's arms quiver against his abs and loosen just enough for him to slip out.

Upon pulling out of Bully's arms Sarge spun around and made to clock him in the side of his golden face with his elbow. Seeing this Bully ducked out of the way and slid out of the corner. Grabbing the rhino by the shoulders he spun him around, threw him into the corner and proceeded to give him several hard strikes against his chest. The mighty rhino spun out the corner, clutching his chest as he roared in pain, only for the bull to push back into the corner and continue his attack. After several more blows later Bully threw the rhino's arms over the sides of the ropes and pressed himself into Sarge's body, sensuously rubbing himself against his opponent's.

"You feel that," he roared over the rhino's lusty moaning, "that's how a real man feels! Not like anything you've ever felt before eh gramps!?"

Sarge grunted and moaned but otherwise didn't immediately do anything. His body was steadily growing hotter and he could feel his thick rhino dick swelling within his speedo. Not wanting to give one up so soon Sarge focused on his opponent, and then slowly moved his arms up the front of Bully's body. And then, with a resolute growl, Sarge pushed the boisterous bull off of him.

Bully stumbled back a bit but quickly regained his footing, collecting himself just in time to see Sarge push himself out of the corner. With a wicked grin growing on his face he watches the massive rhino charge out of the corner at him. Waiting until the very last minute Bully sidesteps the charging Sarge and slams of his fists into the rhino's backside. The massive musclebound rhino is sent sprawling into the canvas, hitting it with a loud oomph.

Seeing an opportunity Bully swooped behind the army rhino's prone body and scooped him up into his arms and over his shoulders. Sarge roared in pan as he was carried around the ring in a fireman's carry, crying louder whenever the bull's shoulders dug into his sides.

"Oh yeah!" Bully's incredible bluster riled the already frenzied crowd to new heights. "Feel my power!"

Sarge breathed a sigh of relief when he felt Bully stop his moving and bouncing; said sigh soon sank into a moan when he felt the bull's fingers graze the crack of his ass and teasingly push against his tight hole.

"You're so damn tight," cooed the mighty bull, as he continued to dig into Sarge's tight end, "You've got to loosen up a little! Otherwise you won't be able to handle my mighty horn!"

The invasive Bully tears a hole in Sarge's tight camp speedo as he presses deeper into Sarge's ass, the sweaty drenched fabrics offering no resistance. Using the rhino's moaning to gauge his arousal Bully pushes his index finger past the rhino's tight filament, rubbing the surprisingly soft walls of his sphincter. And as the rhino's taut hole puckered and pulsed the bull pushed in another finger, his soft caresses simultaneously teasing the burly rhino and opening up his tight chute.

Sarge mumbles wordlessly as he's opened up from behind, a massive wet spot forming on the front of his speedo as Bully's fingers drive him to new heights. He shutters as he feels the third of Bully's fingers enter his rump, and join the other two in exploring and expanding his tight insides. Sinking deeper into his sensual bliss Sarge feels the bull's fingers grazing deeper into his hole, a flash of white crossing his vision as he feels the fingers press against his prostate.

"Ooh-ho-ho! What do we have here?!"

The hefty rhino's hefty cock thickened and swelled from just that one touch, drooling precarious amounts of pre onto his tight speedo. Sarge felt Bully pressing again against his small love-button and squirmed on the bull's shoulders, fighting against the flood of sensations that threatened to overtake him.

"One more ought to do it eh old man?!"

Sarge feels the bull press into his tight spot and then thrums his fingers against the tender flesh, sending sparks that shot through the entirety of his hunky bod, the strongest sensations traveling up his meaty cock, which thrummed warningly against his speedo. Feeling himself about to blow Sarge threw his head back and roared as his thick cock shoot.

Bully felt Sarge's tight sphincter contract around his fingers, even as he felt the first of his thick rhino jizz spatter onto his head. Bouncing the jisming Sarge up and down on his shoulders he made the rhino's thick seed shower all over the ring, coating a good part of the ring, as well as most of the posts and ropes, white with his salty spunk.

The elsewhere ref signaled for the first cum-fall, and quickly moved to separate the belligerent bull from his prey.

Bully bounced Sarge several more times, each bounce pressing his fingers against the rhino's tender prostate and drawing out even more of his thick seed, before pulling his fingers out and dropping Sarge onto the canvas.

"Ah yeah," He roared as he pranced around the ring, his thick bulge bouncing with every step, "That's how a champion does it! And you'd better believe that there's more where that came from!"

Having risen to his knees Sarge absently rubbed the hole the boastful bull had made in the back of his speedo and snapped his head towards the aforementioned Bully, glaring at him from his spot on the floor.

Completely unfazed Bully sneered back at him, mockingly dusting off his chest at him. "Hey don't hate! The Bully thinks you look better that way! Besides, it makes what's about to happen that much easier for when you get a taste of the Long Horn!!"

Sarge continued to glare at him while he rose to his feet and started to circle bloated bullhead. Bully surprised him with several sharp feints, keeping the rhino off of his edge. The feints grew sharper as they continued to circle the middle of the arena, each one drawing progressively closer to the rhino. Eventually the bull dropped all pretenses and rushed right at the hulking Sarge. Seeing an opportunity the rhino side-stepped the charging behemoth and tripped him as he slid to the side, sending Bully careening into the canvas.

Sarge was on Bully as soon as he hit the mat, jumping into the air and dropping his elbow into the small of the bull's chiseled backside, following it up with several more sharp blows in quick succession.

The bull quivered under the onslaught, yowling against the hard canvas. Suddenly the blows stopped peppering his backside, and the bull felt a surge of relief. Said relief was short lived as he soon felt the rhino's hands grab the undersides of his thick legs and hoist him up, followed immediately afterwards by a savage kick to his swollen golden breadbasket. Bully seemed to shrivel up, his body contorting into a ball around his smashed genitals, moaning softly as he clutched at his tenderized groin.

"Not so tough now, are ya!?" Sarge growled in triumph as he pulled Bully apart and flipped him over onto his back. Grabbing both of his legs Sarge then pulled them apart and started to deliver a series of stomps to the bull's sensitive groin, smirking at the cowardly way the bull pleaded.

"Well that didn't take long! Or all that much! Look like he was all-talk folks," he roared to the crowd before delivering a particularly vicious stomp. Sarge followed his verbal lambasting with several vicious stomps and kicks to the bull's overstuffed genitals before switching to his knee, which he ground into the bull's bulge.

Bully shuttered as each blow to his bugle brought him closer and closer to the brink, swinging drool everywhere as he swung his head from side to side. His balls quenched and shuddered from the kicks, throbbing almost audibly when Sarge ground his knee into his massive man-pouch. He tried to pull the rhino's knee off but his hands would be kicked off whenever he tried, and his thick bulge would be ground even harder; the repeated and prolonged grinding made his titanic cock swell within his tight gold trunks, with copious amounts of precum leaking out of his abused dick, creating a damp-spot on the nose of the bull-head emblem of his trunks that only continued to grow.

Bully felt the rhino's knee sink down his balls and press against the space between them. Blinking once Bully then felt Sarge rear back and thrust his knee forward, jabbing him right in his taint. That single blow was all it took; throwing his head back Bully let out a huge moan as he came. Thick globs of bull spunk shot out through his tight trunks, high into the air, and rained all over the part of the ring he was in, coating both him and the rhino in a layer of thick bull jizz.

The bell rang just as Sarge had reared back for another blow. He allowed himself to be pulled off by the ref and retreated back, wiping off the bull's salty jizz as the diminutive terrier checked out the significantly larger bull. After giving the bull a cursory inspection and seeing that he was able to continue the ref pulled away and signaled that the match was still on.

Sarge snickered at the bull as he slowly rose to his feet. "Ah, where's all that bluster now boy? What was it you were going to do to me again?"

Nostrils flaring Bully gave Sarge a quick and surprisingly deep glare before he let out a momentous roar and charged across the ring at the chuckling grey hunk, rapidly closing the distance between them. Striking out with a kick he lunged at the rhino. But the big guy sidestepped at the last moment, and the excess momentum sent his foot flying over the top rope and sent him careening over the top rope, the big bull moaning loudly as he felt his big bull bulge snagging against ropes.

There was a distinct swagger to Sarge's step as he made his way to where the bull was. "Heh. Not so fun being on the other end is it?"

Bully moaned in sensuous agony as the big rhino grabbed the ropes with both of his big meaty hands and bucked them into his tight man-pouch. Pleasure and pain warred within the big bull's body as his big balls were wrecked by Sarge's merciless rope-work, his own hands clutching helplessly at the ropes as the rhino's enthusiastic jerking made the hapless bull breadbasket bounce faster and harder. An all too familiar pressure began to swell within Bully's rope-wracked ballsac and he knew that he was getting far too close. Not wanting to lose so quickly Bully gripped the ropes with his meaty mitts and with a mighty bellow pushed himself off of the romp-rutting ringside ropes and stumbled back into the ring, dazed and horny.

Bully stumbled about with a low and steady moan, clutching his swollen egg-sac with trembling hands. A pair of hands found themselves around his head and he found himself staring into the rhino's masked face, with a hand cupping his bearded chin.

Chuckling at the big bull Sarge drew the bull's head up and then grabbed and threw both of his arms around his handsome lightly-tanned bod. Holding his arms in place Sarge stepped forward and pressed his hunky body against Bully's, who could only roar in pain and heated frustration as he felt his sensitive man-pouch being ground by the rhino's thicker bulge

"What's wrong," Sarge cooed, as he rubbed teasingly against the bull's chest, focusing on the latter's jutting nipples, "Can't handle a hug? What's a hug between friends?"

Bully shuddered audibly as Sarge shook him from side to side, his camo-coated bulge assaulting the bull's gold pouch from both sides. He was walked around the ring, bulge to bulge, chest to chest, as the big rhino chuckled in his face. Sarge would stop every so often, alternatively bucking his fat bulge into the bull's golden one and tightening his squeezing whenever he felt him starting to struggle, focusing on the bull's juicy nips. Both bulges started to swell and throb from the constant friction, though it was bully's battered bulge that was the most responsive.

Feeling the bull's resistance waning, and feeling his own bulge doing the same, the dastardly rhino picked up his prey and, clutching him closely to his chest, charged into the nearest corner and slammed him into the post.

The shock from the impact made Bully yowl in shock, his pouch throbbing sympathetically within his speedo. His hunky body still bound by the rhino's herculean strength Bully could only moan out in pain and lusty frustration as Sarge pressed himself against the big bull, pressing the bull into the turnpost. Releasing his hold on the bull Sarge wrapped his arms around Bully's body and the other side of the turnpost, locking his hands together on the otherside. Then once had a good lock the Sarge reared his body back as far as he could and thrust it forward, slamming it into the bull's heftier bulk, smashing against his chest and bulge, the arms around Bully in place making it easier to slam into him.

The non-stop barrages started to take their toll on Bully's already crumbing resistance; the swelling in his pouch from the rhino's earlier rope-thrashing, coupled with the bulge-bashing the rhino was subjecting him to only made him harder. He could feel his fat cock throbbing against the moistened fabric of his gold trunks, even during those brief moments between the rhino's savage body-thrusts.

Waiting until the rhino had pulled back Bully pulled both of his arms up and threw them over the Sarge's big grey arms before the rhino had completed another charge. He took a hard blow to both his chest and his balls but he was alright, as just as soon as Sarge slammed into him Bully slid his fingers down Sarge's backside and plunged them into the rhino's tight hole, through the rip he'd made in them earlier.

Sarge's entire body went still against Bully's furrier one and his eyes flew open and widened, a soft and quick yip telling Bully that he's struck true. His fat rhino bulge throbbed approvingly against the bull's as immutable pleasure surged through his hunky body, centered on the bull's fingers. He shivered against Bully's chest as he felt the latter's meaty fingers twirling around his inner-walls, his chest trembling against the latter's as the fingers grazed his sphincter with a familiar grace and purpose, pressing up against his soft pink love button. His thick bulge throbbed within his speedo, straining the fabric even as it was pressed against the bull's own bulge. He attempted to pull away but the fingers in his hole pressed warningly against the walls of his tight sphincter, thrumming all too familiarly against his prostate, and the arms around him held firm, despite the actions of their hands.

"Uh-uh-uh," cooed the bull, "Didn't your mama tell not to start what you can't finish!?"

Sarge muttered wordlessly against the bull's breasts, his breaths started to come and go in hurried, horny gasps. The fingers in his ass, surprisingly soft and tender despite their speed and thoroughness of their vibrations, roused the heaving behemoth between his legs and he could feel his thick man-seed stirring within his big balls. The heavy and belabored breaths and sinuous throbbing he could hear and feel from Bully told him that he wasn't the only one about to blow. Not wanting to be the first to blow Sarge took a deep breath, he pressed himself into the big bull and started to grind his throbbing camp pouch into the latter's equally anxious organ.

There was a hitch in the bull's breathing; and Sarge's too, as the former's heavier breathing was accompanied by heavier finger-play on his part, the bull responding to and rising to the rhino's challenge. The thick bull fingers worked faster and went deeper into his hole, drawing heated breaths from the retired military-man. Sarge's thick dick thrummed warningly against Bully's and he knew that he was about to cum. Lowering his head deeper into the bull's expansive chest he tilts his head to the right, locks his mouth around the bull's jutting right nipple and starts to suck...

Bull and rhino cry out warningly as their thick dicks fire off at the same time.

The two wrestlers continued their impromptu make out session even as the bell rang, both determined to grind out as much juice out of the other as they could. Their tight abs were coated with their combined sticky man-spunk, a large puddle of amalgamated jizz forming on the canvas at their feet even as it shot out of their dicks and coated their abs.

The diminutive referee came over to the two squirming, rutting titans and pushed them apart. The masked rhino was sent stumbling backwards while Bully was pushed into the turnpost.

"You only get one warning," roared the ref terrier, pointing at both of them, "Do anything like that again and you're both disqualified! Is that clear?"

They both glanced at each other before nodding their affirmative. Seeing that the ref pulled away and gave the signal for the match to continue.

It was Sarge who made the first move. Taking a moment to catch his breath and adjust his screaming nutsac within his tight camp speedo the big rhino charged towards the heaving Bully. The bull surprised him by throwing himself out of the way at the last moment, allowing him to crash shoulder first into the used turnpost.

Sliding out and around the gob stepped rhino Bully took a few steps backwards before he crouched down and began to pound the mat with his feet, clapping hands over his head and gesturing to the crowd, riling them up even further. He kept his eyes on Sarge, who'd pulled himself out of the corner and was presently stumbling backwards, seemingly oblivious to his presence, even as he stumbled towards him. Once the rhino was nearly by him the big bull picked him up by his waist, stretched out his own brawny knee and then slammed him down hard against it, the pointy part of his knee jabbing the dazed rhino right between the knees.

Sarge roared as his taint was smashed against the bull's pointed knee. The rhino's knees locked together as soon as his legs hit the mat, his mouth forming an O that his lungs wouldn't permit him to vocalize. As such he was completely unprepared for when Bully grabbed him by the shoulders and spun him around. Then he picked him up and slammed him down over his knee again, smashing it against his heaving bulge.

Sarge's knees hobbled as his eyes crossed, his upper body bending over his wobbling knees even as his hands flew to cover his screaming genitals, which pulsated and throbbed within his camo-colored speedo. He hobbled a few steps forward on said bent knees, moaning in agony

Seeing an opportunity Bully had launched himself into, and had bounced off of, the ringside ropes, and had launched himself at the wounded rhino, slamming him hard in the neck with his outstretched arm and sending him down onto the mat.

Sarge's herculean bod did a little bounce as it hit the canvas. He moaned into the mat, his already sore genitals having been smashed into the unforgiving canvas as he fell. He slowly rose to his feet, pushing himself off of the mat with one hand as the other cradled his balls. He wobbled on his feet for a bit, his stance more than a little unsteady, and stumbled against Bully.

Bully surprised him by pressing himself against Sarge's back, throwing his furry arms underneath the rhino's, looping them up and over his chest and locking his hands behind his back. Sinking even further into the rhino Bully then started to press against him, pushing the panting, struggling Sarge down onto his knees. Rhino squatted before him Bully then rose upright, pulling the squatting Sarge up with him. Chucking against the back of Sarge's head he walked the rhino around the ring, his big bull bulge smacking the back of the rhino's ass, shaking him whenever he felt him struggle.

"No use in fighting it old man! You're gonna get clobbered!!"

Full-nelson in place Bully carried Sarge over to a corner and rammed the rhino's hefty pouch into the corner, drawing a muted howl from the latter.

"Ah come on. It ain't that bad," Bully cooed, as he pressed the rhino's man-pouch into the turnbuckle with his own body, "And beside, we all know you like that. Isn't that right? You know you like having your big old man balls beaten and bruised."

Sarge shuttered piteously as he is helplessly ground against the turnpost, his screaming loins squirming within his speedo. He breathed a huge sigh of relief when Bully pulled him away from the turnpost. "Well the Bully's not gonna let you off that easy," the bull says into his ear, "Got something special in mind, just for you.

Far too dazed by his own lustiness Sarge felt himself being picked up and placed on the top of the post, with his legs standing over the side of the ring and the bull's arms retracting from around him. No longer held up by the bull's strength Sarge slumped backwards, colliding with the bull's fuzzy chest.

"Can't get enough of the Bully, can you old man? Heh... well you're really gonna love this next part!"

Placing his right hand on the rhino's back Bully held him upright even as he climbed the ropes to the side of the turnpost, bringing his captive prey up with him as he braces his feet on the bottom ropes. With his free hand he grabs Sarge and pulls him upright. Then, with a wicked grin he pulled his cock out of his trunks with his free hand, gave it a few good strokes to bring up to mast, and then with a savage grin thrust the oblong organ deep into Sarge's overused hole.

The sudden anal intrusion made Sarge's eyes fly open, the daze he'd been under clearing up as he was pulled upright. He felt the bull thrust his meaty dong in and out of his overused hole, his heavy balls smacking against his camo-clad ass-cheeks.

Resting his head on Sarge's shoulder Bully leaned forward and whispered into his ear, "You like that, old man," he quips, glancing down and eyeing the rhino's magnificent dong stretching the fabric of his speedo, "'Cause it looks like you do. Let's mix things up a bit."

Pausing in the middle of his plowing of the rhino's ass Bully pushes his cock deeper into Sarge's hole, pushing up against his heavily tenderized love-button. Using his position he unhooks his right arm and uses it to lock the rhino's right foot underneath his leg, just underneath his throbbing balls, doing the same with his left arm and the rhino's left foot respective soon afterwards. Putting his hand back in place Bully then pushes the rhino's hung bod forward, stopping when Sarge's big balls dangled just over the post. Then with a wicked flourish Bully squats down, smashing Sarge's bulge on the turnpost.

The big rhino groans as he feels his balls smash against the post, groaning helplessly in the hold as Bully controls his body with the big bull dick throbbing against his prostate, his own thick cock throbbing as pleasure and pain shot through his body.

Behind him Bully was laughing into his ear. "Not so bad is it? And look," he says as he tilts his gaze outward towards the roaring audience, "The crowd loves it! And," he lets his gaze fall downwards, back to the rhino's dripping dong, "And from the looks of things so do you!"

Sarge didn't have to look down to know how close he was. His big balls swelled from the punishment the bull was giving him. He could feel his cock straining against the fabric of his speedo. And each ball-bashing smash brought him closer to the brink.

Bound and horny as he was Sarge was unable to fight back when he felt an all too familiar bubbling sensation within his heavy balls. Tilting his head back Sarge let out a mighty roar as his thick cock gave itself up once more.

The crowd goes wild as thick ribbons of Sarge's frothy man-cream come gushing out of his thick dick, the thin-cloth keeping none of it from shooting out of the ring and across the first few rows. Bully swished the jisming rhino from side to side, making him shower not just the first few rows but everything in between with his seed.

The bell rang shortly afterwards. Upon hearing this Bully unraveled Sarge's legs from his own and stepped down the ropes, carrying the gasping rhino down with him. He sits him down against the turnpost and steps away just as the ref comes up to meet him, his gaze lingering on the rhino's heaving form.

He spares a thought as he watches the ref pulling Sarge up to his feet about tucking his cock into his trunks but decided against it. As he saw it this match is already over, even if the old rhino could go another round. Chuckling to himself he watched on as Sarge leaned heavily against the turnpost, his gaze lingering on the rhino's heaving chest. The ever present smirk on his face grew as he watched the rhino reach behind himself and check his hole.

Pushed himself off of the ropes Sarge turned his attention back to the bull, nostrils glaring as he caught his grin. With a grunt and roar he rushed Bully, ignoring his own fatigue, and took a swing at him. Only for the bull to duck underneath and slide behind him

Spinning himself around Sarge caught himself staring into the bull's baby-blue eyes for a moment before the latter surprised him with a groan-inducing grip on his heavy genitals.

"The Bully is sure that you didn't see this coming old man!"

Bully squeezed the rhino's fat pouch, grinning wildly at the latter's heaty moaning even as he gripped and twisted his fat dong and swollen sac, making the latter buck and bounce and pound his feet against the painted canvas.

"Walk," he commanded over the rhino's yowling protests, as slowly pulled him to the ring's center. Once there he squeezed down hard on Sarge's squirming nutsac, forcing him to stop. "Flex for me. Flex for the Bully," Bully says, his big hand clinching the rhino's cock, "Now."

The rhino's feet pounding subsided and winching from the bull's strength Sarge slowly started to flex flexes, making sure to emphasize each and every one of his muscles. He kept his motions simple at first, using his arms as the pain of the bull's grip keeping him from seeing or thinking straight, but then started to branch out more. Sarge started to use his legs, at least as much as he can with the bull gripping his manhood, and struck a variety of poses for his controlling opponent. He sighed in relief when he felt the bull's hand relax its grip on his junk.

Sliding his hand inside the rhino's taut speedo Bully rubbed his hands across the rhino's swollen genitals before he ripped the speedo off, leaving the former army rhino bare-assed and letting his junk dangle freely beneath the arena's lights. He took a moment to admiringly rub and caress the rhino's fat dong and dangling balls, slowly working his hand down and around his balls before running his hands up the giant grey cock, slowly wrapped his fingers around it and started to jerk him off. He went slowly at first, jerking in time with the rhino's own breaths, only speeding up when said breathes grew deeper and deeper.

The sensations soon keep Sarge unable to flex, his lust and bravado lost under a lusty daze. He leaned into the bull's hand, unable and unwilling to stop his body from swaying in whatever direction the bull is jerking.

Seeing this Bully slid his hand up the rhino's chest and latched his hands around the rhino's breast, smirking at the surprisingly contented moan that drew out. His other hand never stopped jerking the rhino's fat cock, even as Bully slid the hand on Sarge's chest down the rhino's breast, stopping once it was around his jutting nipple. Then he slid his fingers around said nipple and started to squeeze.

"Now let see how you like it!"

Sarge's half-lid eyes blew completely wide as he let out a loud quick moan, his cock lurching in the bull's grip the only part of his body that was moving. The thick haze covering his mind grew even thicker, the twin pleasures the bull was giving him making his loins lurch within his speedo and his thick cock to start dripping with pre.

His smirk grew into an ear-to-ear grin Bully started to squeeze the rhino's nipple, drawing out another sharp moan from the beleaguered titan. He tugged on it some more, and then relaxed the hand around the rhino's cock, opting to let it pump itself in and out of hands. And as he's did this Bully moved his fingers from nip to nip, the rhino's moans steadily growing sharper and deeper as he pulled him deeper into his sexual haze.

Seeing this Bully started to slowly slide behind him, his hands still around the rhino's thick dick and chest. Once he was behind him Bully removed his fingers from the rhino's nipples and pulled his hand away.

"On your knees."

The heat of the bull's breath in his ear stirred Sarge up even as his heavily-dazed mind registered the bull's words and Sarge found himself sinking down onto his knees despite himself.

Lowering himself with the bewitched Sarge Bully then removed the hand around his cock, putting it back on when he's on his knees, using the small gasp the rhino let out as proof that he's still under control. With his free hand Bully reached down and grabbed his big bull dong. Then, leaning his body into the rhino's as he pushed it past his loosened hole, Angling it to the entrance of Sarge's gaping chute Bully preceded to push it in, easing it all the way in.

Sarge's mind starts to clear somewhat as he felt the bull's many inches invading his sensitive hole, moaning loudly as he felt to bull's Long Horn press up against his love-button. Bully's fingers enter his mouth almost immediately afterward, the bull's other hand jerking him off again. The three-pronged assault made the rhino's mind haze over again.

Once he saw that the rhino under his thrall again Bully then started to thrust his thick cock in and out of the rhino's wet chute, the arm around the rhino's side holding him close while he pistoned himself into and out of Sarge's hairy ass. He keeps his movements slow at first, gradually building a rhythm, slowly pumping harder and more forceful as time went on. And while he did this he slowly pumped the rhino's thick dong with his other hand, the rest of his arm grinding as sensuously as he could manage into Sarge's side. He focuses his attention on the rhino's soft love-button, chuckling when he feels the old man's rigid cock quivering in his hand.

"That's it," he cooed over the rhino's heavy panting, "You're almost there now!"

Sarge's moaning started to increase in volume and he feels an all-too familiar pressure building up within his heavy nutsac, the bull's pounding on his soft and sore love-button having driven him up the wall with lust and desire and deeper into the mind-haze. A particularly forceful jab to his sweet-spot by the bull's heavy cannon saw the end to Sarge's resistance. Leaning back into Bully's chest he felt his fat and sagging ball-sac scrunched up against his thick rhino dick and let out a soft, almost defeated sigh as he blew his load.

Sarge's thick dick jumped and pulsated within the bull's grip, firing off rope after rope of rhino spunk out onto and across the canvas in front of him, drenching the ropes white with his seed, even as some of it rained outside and shot out over several rows of incredibly enthusiastic fans. Bully continued to punish Sarge's prostate with his thick cock, each meaty thrust drawing a moan from the beaten titan and a sharp influx of cum from his captivated beat-stick.

Sarge's tight sphincter started to close around Bully's tight dong, grinding against it with each shot of the rhino's cock. Seeing his victory was already assured, and that he himself was incredibly turned on, Bully pulled his hand out of the rhino's mouth and pulling him against his own body. And then Bully gives Sarge's ass several more savage thrusts before rearing his head back and roaring out his own pent-up load, with rope after rope of thick bull spunk pumping itself into Sarge's hole, with globs of it spilling and onto the canvas.

Sarge shuttered as he felt Bully's seed being pumped inside him, his own cock going off as the bull's load hits his prostate, drawing yet another burst of rhino jizz out of his overused cock.

Letting Sarge go the bull clutches at the rhino's hairy ass even as he lets his upper body fall into the puddle growing beneath them, his focus entirely on the fucking the rhino's tight and hairy rump.

So focused was he on fucking Sarge he didn't notice the bell ringing, and was only vaguely aware of the ref, who took him by the arm and pulled him out of the rhino's overused backside. A torrent of jizz gushed out of the rhino's upturned backside, showing the bull's dripping dick even as it fell onto the canvas, expanding the cum-puddle beneath their feet.

His cock still hard, and now drooping with even more cum, Bully shook his arm out of the ref's grip and jumped onto the nearest turnpost, proclaiming his victory to the roaring fans. Stepping down he climbed out of the ring and grabbed a mike from off the announcer's table. Then he walked around the ring's edge until he was facing Sarge's still-dripping upturned rump and made a little square with his fingers.

"And so it has come to pass, just as the Bully has proclaimed," he roared into his microphone, "That's what happens to you when you can't handle to Long Horn!" He pointed towards the upturned and still out of it rhino, "Tell that to your friends! You mess with the bull, you get the horn!" And the crowd was quick to join him in the last bit, "The Long Horn," wrestler and fans roared in unison.

Sarge was still out it when Bully left the arena. As such has barely aware of the ref's calling for help from the locker-room. And was completely unprepared for the reception he'd receive when he got back there...