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This story was written for Day #21 of Kinktober 2017! Today's theme is Wrestling, and the story was written for GMan420. It contains M/M sexual acts involving consenting adults. :)

Stomped

"Ladies and gentlemen, this contest is scheduled for one fall!"

Flash whimpered as he squared off against the beast of a creature before him, the lithe fox feeling sweat dripping down the interior of his blue and white lucha mask as the colossal alligator grinned a toothy grin. He had been so excited to have this chance, to represent his local wrestling scene on this pro-circuit live event. Sure, he was gonna get stomped no matter what. That was a jobber's main task. But Flash had hoped he could still show off some skills in the ring as he did so. Get some local interest, maybe a few new sponsors to help try and push him up a rank or two towards a pro spot of his own. At least, that was what he had hoped before the last minute change of opponent. He had meant to be fighting one of the hot new talents on the pro scene, a luchador of their own by the name of Jackrabbit. But that very afternoon the bunny had managed to aggravate an old injury during their rehearsal match, and thus a replacement had been found.

Why, though... that was all Flash could think as he stared at the huge, hulking alligator before him, the swollen scaled belly of the wrestler propping up two large, rather rounded pecs and stretching out over the tight red shorts wrapped around his broad body. Why did it have to be him, of all the wrestlers on the tour? Why did he have to be put up against Gawjo, a wrestler so out of control both in and out of kayfabe that he had been suspended by the company no fewer than five times, and arrested more than once for his behaviour in the ring towards jobbers just like him?

The worst part of it though wasn't that Flash was terrified by the idea of what Gawjo might do to him if given the chance. His face flushed, and he put all his concentration into not letting happen what he feared might happen if he thought about it too much. He couldn't get hard. He couldn't let himself get turned on by the idea of what was about to happen to him. He couldn't. He...

The sound of a ringing bell should have clued Flash in that it was time to stop worrying and start moving, but he froze up. A split-second later he heard a derisive, mocking snort, and then he was sailing backwards onto the floor of the ring as a big boot connected savagely with the centre of his chest.

"Oh my god! A brutal start from Gawjo as the local talent here looks star-struck!"

The announcer's voice rang out loudly, the crowd booing over him as Flash lay on the floor for a moment or two, stunned by the force of the impact to which he'd had no chance to react.

"That's right Blaine. And he's certainly seeing stars now!"

Flash frowned beneath his mask. He had to at least try. He had to put on a good show. For his career. For his city. He raised his legs and flipped forwards back onto his feet, crouching low and stretching out his arms in what he hoped was a threatening looking martial arts stance. He flung out an open palm to smack Gawjo across his broad barrel of a chest, and... he yelped as the alligator grabbed his arm and yanked him forwards, tipping him off balance and using his momentum to easily lift the far smaller male off the ground and over his head.

"Land hard. Stay down."

The gator grinned as he span round on the spot, growling so only the other wrestler could hear him. Then he threw Flash with all his might, tossing the flailing, yelping jobber up into the air and grinning, slapping his own rounded belly in laughter as the fox hit the floor spread eagled and with a loud thud, only to roll over onto his back in a daze, ready to be pinned. Sure enough Gawjo flung himself down over the luchador, but Flash yelped as he felt the wrestler's substantial and full weight crushing down over him, no part of Gawjo holding back.

"Hey. Get off! I can't break out if you..."

The referee hit the deck beside them and began to count, slapping the base of the ring as he counted loudly.

"One!"

Flash tried to move, to struggle, his eyes darting towards the referee who looked just as confused as him, another four minutes supposedly remaining on this match if they were sticking to the schedule.

"Two!"

Gawjo's arm swung out and backhanded the referee away, the crowd erupting into deeper boos than even the fox's poor start had received as the alligator dragged himself to his feet, bent over forwards and grasped Flash by the throat.

"I'm not done with this piece of meat yet! Don't count him out too early just because he's too pathetic to do his job!"

The gator roared at the referee, the crowd, at anyone who would listen as he lifted Flash off the ground and left the luchador's white booted feet wriggling in the air. The boos intensified, but that did nothing more than seeming to make Gawjo all the more gleeful in his continued assault on the poor fox. He flung the luchador across the ring and left him sprawling across the top rope, but just as Flash was considering saying fuck it and trying to pull off a back-flip aerial kick to the alligator's smug face he felt a hand grabbing at his boot once more as he tried to leap up onto the ropes. He found himself yelping, flailing as he clung to the top rope while Gawjo lifted the lower half of his body higher and higher as though attempting to tip him out of the ring, and he didn't trust the alligator nearly enough to try and push off and spin through the ropes, fearing that he'd just end up looking like even more of an idiot when Gawjo simply failed to let him go.

He did try it soon enough though, not because he thought the alligator was going to assist him, but because of what he felt Gawjo doing with his booted feet. Untying their laces, tugging at them as though trying to remove them from his feet. Flash took advantage of that fact no matter how strange a manoeuvre it was, and the crowd actually cheered for him as he dragged himself free from his boots, kicked off against the smooth, rounded stomach of the huge gator and flipped around the top rope to slide on his knees back into the ring. He sprang to his now bare feet once more, giving Gawjo what he hoped would be no time to react by instantly spinning round for a jumping roundhouse kick. His foot connected with the alligator's stretched out snout with a loud smack of bare fur and flesh against jaw, and the crowd gasped as Gawjo rather than the luchador span upon the spot and fell to his knees, stunned by the unexpected force of the blow.

"Oh... oh fuck no, you did not just get a hit on me..."

Gawjo growled through gritted teeth, turning his head sharply, glaring towards the fox who suddenly felt his blood run cold. He whimpered softly, springing back to his feet once more as Gawjo did the same and lunged at him with all his weight and force.

"You want to try and humiliate me? Me, the great Gawjo in my own ring?!"

He roared for all the arena to hear, another cascade of boos echoing in the wake of the heel's words. At the side of the ring however, out of the corner of one eye Flash could see a few members of the stage crew murmuring nervously to one another. They then began to gesture to the cameras, and Flash saw what looked like one of the camera crew flipping a switch on the side of his unit; the type of switch one could activate to then provide themselves with an instant shut-off to the feed they were providing. He didn't have time to wonder why though, for a second later the alligator's belly slammed into his own torso and knocked him off his feet with the force with which it was pushed forth. He fell, and once more Gawjo fell atop him, though this time the huge, rounded form of the alligator landed not to pin him, but with his knees either side of the masked fox's face.

"You want to humiliate me?!"

Gawjo cried out again, and Flash yelped as he felt the tight red shorts that the other wrestler was wearing rubbing against the front of his mask, thrusting its crotch into his face. He howled louder still, thrashing and flailing wildly now as on live TV and in front of the thousands of people present at the arena Gawjo grabbed his face and pulled it forward, pressing his masked muzzle into the fabric of his shorts and the bulge that he swore was beginning to swell and grow within. If Flash thought that things couldn't get any more humiliating than in that moment though, if he thought this was the extent of Gawjo's revenge, he was sadly mistaken. He felt the alligator's other hand soon after, not reaching down in front of him to his mask, but behind where the alligator was straddling him. Reaching down to the front of Flash's own blue shorts, hooking a thumb under their waistband and rather shamelessly beginning not just to tug, but to pull, to try and tear them free if that was what it took.

"You want to see what jobbers do for real talent, for real stars like me?!"

Flash yelped as he felt his shorts rip, and a moment later he was whimpering, squirming in utter shame as he felt the cool air of the air conditioned ring meet the bare, exposed fur and flesh of his genitals. By now he was absolutely certain that the bulge in Gawjo's own shorts was beginning to swell as it pushed against his face, and to his dismay he felt his own body reacting to that fact. He'd heard about what Gawjo did to other wrestlers who got on his bad side before now, and much as it embarrassed him to admit it, Flash might even have fantasised about that very thing happening to him. It was one thing to imagine it though, and another entirely to have it happening in an arena filled with thousands.

Or at least, it should have been.

"Oh... ohhh what's this. You twisted little lucha. You're loving this, aren't you?"

Gawjo's tail swept over the lower half of Flash's body, and as it did so the fox's helplessly stiffening cock brushed against its underside. A moment later he whined loudly once again as the alligator's free hand returned to his crotch and grasped his swelling cock within its sturdy, fat fingers.

"Is this what you wanted all along? To piss me off so much I'd do more than stomp you in front of all these people?"

The crowd weren't just booing now. Some were booing. Others were cheering. Others still were wolf whistling and jeering playfully. All around the arena company and venue staff members were running back and forth as cameras pulled away and no doubt backstage footage of some sort began to play instead. There were thousands of phones in hands however, and as the images of the scene continued to be broadcast across the arena on big screen TVs Flash couldn't help but wonder about the live-stream to the pro-circuit website and its tens of thousands of dedicated viewers.

"Hey. Don't you look at them. Don't you think about anything else. You're here to fight me. You're here to make me look good, jobber. And if you can't do that by taking a punch, you're gonna make me look good by taking something else instead."

Flash's attention returned rather sharply to Gawjo when the alligator growled to him once more, no longer yelling out for the whole arena to hear though by no means keeping purposefully quiet either. A moment later he felt the hand on his mask release, only to watch it reach down beneath the bulging belly of the huge fighter astride him and tuck itself under the stretched, tented fabric of his shorts. Gawjo tugged down his shorts and released his cock, every bit as much a monster as the rest of the alligator's huge and bulky form. The hand returned to Flash's face, grabbing his mask tightly by the rear and threatening to tug it clean off. He whimpered pleadingly, staring up over the belly of the gator to Gawjo's grinning face. The heel licked his lips, saliva dripping down onto the floor below as he snorted with laughter.

"You wanna keep your mask? Keep yourself from being known on every street as the guy who got hard being pinned by Gawjo? Open wide, jobber."

Groaning in humiliation, but every bit as much in pure, overwhelmed lust, Flash did as he was told. He opened his mouth as wide as it would go, and gurgled as almost immediately the huge alligator began to shuffle forward once more. Humping, thrusting his cock into the fox's maw without shame as the crowd gasped and yet more phones chimed as they began to record. Flash thrashed and gurgled as the weight of the alligator's huge belly pressed down over Gawjo's own cock, pushing it more firmly into his maw and soon covering most of Flash's face, truly pinning him as he was muzzle-fucked and barely giving him room to draw breath beneath the rounded, sweaty scales of the far stronger, far superior wrestler.

All he could see was the occasional ray of light from the arena lights as Gawjo rocked back and forth while fucking his maw with that huge thick cock. All he could hear were Gawjo's increasingly loud grunts and moans over the sounds of members of staff begging the wrestler to stop, to think of their ad revenue and all the lawsuits. All he could feel was the alligator's weight over him and the cock humping his face, stuffed so far down the back of his throat he gagged a few times before figuring out how best to accommodate its near asphyxiating girth while still able to choke down a gasp for air every now and then. Although, technically that wasn't all he could feel. Flash could also feel his own cock, his own arousal throbbing openly as his torn shorts remained wrapped around his knees somewhere, exposing his shameful erection as it twitched and drooled hungrily with every grunt and every thrust Gawjo made into his maw. He couldn't touch it, couldn't reach it around the girth of the gator's body either to hide himself or stimulate himself. He couldn't do anything other than buck his hips, the whole of his torso pinned by Gawjo's huge buttocks, and gurgle as every so often the other wrestler's thick tail swung back and forth and rubbed over his twitching, dripping length.

"Gonna cum soon, jobber. Fuck, if you were as good at wrestling as you were at sucking dick, you might be world champion."

Flash writhed and shuddered as he heard Gawjo growl what was almost a genuine compliment at him, his cock throbbing again as a shot of thick, musky pre-cum oozed down the back of his throat with absolutely nothing he could do or indeed wanted to do about stopping it. His head span as he thought of how many people were watching, how many people were seeing him slurping and gorging himself on this huge gator's cock and how many more would be seeing it on the internet in the next twenty four hours. He was going to be famous. Not for wrestling. Not for his athletic skills and prowess. But everywhere he went in his mask, people would know exactly who he was. The little jobbing bitch who'd been muzzle-fucked by the great Gawjo. The slut. The whore. The cum-hungry blowjobber.

Eyes bulging even though he could barely see over the thick belly pressed down over his face, Flash howled through his muzzleful of cock as Gawjo roared and began to unload into his belly. There was so much cum, so much that no matter how hard he tried Flash simply couldn't swallow it all. He choked and gagged as it poured out of his mouth around the cock still humping him. He whimpered as gasps and bursts of laughter rang out from the crowd as they saw what was happening, and as his face burned hotter and hotter with humiliation and pure lust as he gulped and slurped and sucked hungrily at the gator's cock, begging for more even as he found himself unable to handle what was already being produced, Flash felt a surge of arousal unlike anything he had ever known lance through him like a lightning bolt.

"W-what the fu... ohh you horny little lucha..."

Gawjo turned his head as he felt something hot and sticky lash out over the base of his tail, his head throwing itself back and his toothy maw howling with mocking laughter as he saw what was happening. The fox was cumming. His untouched cock was twitching and sending fountaining ribbons of his seed high into the air before they came splattering down once again over his thighs, his crotch, and indeed over Gawjo's tail as it swept back and forth in time with the hot spurts of his own orgasmic eruption. He lifted his tail higher, ensuring the whole arena could see the fox losing control. He drank in the crowd's attention, their moans, their boos, their cheers, all of it, he didn't care so long as all eyes were on him. It was their focus that fed his orgasm to its satisfying conclusion, and only then did he pull his cock away from Flash's maw and rise up so that he was no longer squashing the fox quite so severely beneath him.

"Good boy, jobber."

He growled to the other wrestler, still having not bothered to learn his name if he'd even been taught it to begin with. With a grin he wiped his saliva and pre-cum stained cock off on the luchador's masked face, then glanced back over his shoulder once more to see the fox's exposed cock twitching and drooling the last of its own thick white seed over its own length. They were done here. But... maybe not done entirely.

"You can come see me backstage after the show if you want."

He muttered under his breath to Flash.

"I always like an assistant to help me shower and clean up after a match as hot and heavy as this. And if that assistant is lucky, I might just stuff every last inch of my cock up their ass, too."

Without another word Gawjo rose to his feet, stepping off and away from the fox, his mostly hard cock still hanging free from the front of his red shorts, pushed down and out by the curve of his large belly. He paused as he began to move away across the ring though, and glanced over his shoulder to where his tail was swinging out behind him, its scales still glistening with a few streaks of the fox's cum. The alligator turned and walked back over to where Flash was still lying flat on his back, panting, whimpering, trying to catch his breath and not to think about the thousands of eyes still lingering upon him as he realised what he had just so eagerly, deliciously let himself be a part of.

"Actually..."

Gawjo growled down at him once more.

"...you can help me clean off right now."

Then, before the jobber could do anything about it, Gawjo reached down, grabbed at the back of his mask once more, and pulled it clean off Flash's face. He swung his tail around, wiped the streaks of cum off on the interior surface of the mask, and flung it back down upon the fox's chest as Flash yelped and covered his face with his hands in fresh humiliation.

The last thing Flash saw as he tugged his now cum-stained and scented mask back on was Gawjo turning away from him again, the alligator's plump ass jiggling within his shorts as he stepped away, calling back loudly over his shoulder for the entire arena's population to hear.

"Be sure to get in touch next time we're in town, jobber. I'll be sure to arrange a rematch."

By Jeeves

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