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IronBreaker is standing backstage. His bomber jacket lays haphazardly across a nearby bench, his bandolier beside it. He stretches himself, arm outstretched and pulling his leg. He hears a noise from behind him and springs to his feet, alert and ready for action. There's a *whip* sound that crackles the air and then IronBreaker is thrown back, emitting a loud growl as he's whipped onto the ground, arms bound to his sides by strong ropes just like his legs.

"Oi! Would you looka dat'! Seems I caught myself a big ol' beastie!" Out of the corner comes Hunter, a devious smirk on his face as he leers down at the squirming orc.

"Tsk! Couldn't wait until we fought!? I'll skewer you!"

Hunter scoffs even as eyes canvass the entirety of IronBreaker's form, slowly traveling down the orc's heaving chest and onto the jutting bulge between his legs. "Heh. That's awfully cheeky of ya, considering the state yer in."

He flips IronBreaker onto his back, and then let's his hand roam the entirety of his form. "Mighty impressive body you got there, orc. Musta seen a hellava lottafights..." He lets his sentence dangle as his hands slide down the front of IronBreaker's chest.

The orc's panting gasps abruptly ceased as he felt Hunter's hands on his pouch. "Don't know what you're planning but dat's against the -uuaahh!"

"Didn't say I was gonna bring ya over the edge big guy." Hunter snickers as he gripes and kneads IronBreaker's meatsac. "Though if that-a be what yer be wantin..."

Indeed, IronBreaker's cries start to ebbs, his hips rocking into the huntsman's hands. His lurid cries tamper off into lusty moans in time with the rising tent in his tights. He barely registers Hunter straddling his chest, briefly looking up at the sudden loss of sensation to his lower half. Then the fox puts one hand back onto it and another onto his chest and he throws his head back with a moan, forgetting his earlier woes.

"I thought you'd like that, beastie!" Hunter coos, as he lets his hands rock and roll the writhing orc beneath his legs. "Been a while since you've gotten any, hasn't it? That's part of yer routine I guess."

IronBreaker was too far gone to hear him, most of his mind and sensation having traveled downward into the rising mount between Hunter's cheeks. He bucks as he feels himself growing, his cauldrons bubble. A hazardous peek sees the fox lean in close to him, minty-fresh breath against his face.

"And if dis rocks yer world..." Hunter leans in even further, until his breath tickles the greenskin's ears. "...just wait until we're in the ring."

As if on cue a voice blares overhead, calling for both IronBreaker and Hunter to come to the ring. Hunter jumps up, hands up, a whimsical 'sorry-for-ya' smile to IronBreaker's roars of protest. He was_sooo_close...

"Sorry big fella. But dem's the rules." Hunter winks down at the raging orc. "Don't wait too long in getting up." His booted foot bucks into the orc's raging hard-on, and he turns a smiling face to the bound man's get led cry. "Excuse me..."

Hunter chuckles of bemusement ring in IronBreaker's ears, even as the fox moves beyond the massive double doors and into the back room proper, leaving the bound and panting orc to struggle against his impotent rage. Going to the match suddenly doesn't seem like a good idea...

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IronBreaker's slow in making it to the ring, which the announcers are quick to notice: his light blue tights hold a larger bulge than the meaty pouch they usually hold, and made for excellent commentary when they strain on the ropes as he climbs into the ring, grunting between his tusks as it catches on the ropes.

He sees Hunter opposite him, leaning in the corner with a shit-eating grin on his face. "Nice o' ya ta join us, ol' boy." The fox sneers from his perch. The visibly swollen mass swaying between his legs says a lot about how he feels about it. "For a moment d'ere I was worried ya wouldn't show." He smiles as he lets his gaze fall downward. "And wouldn't that-a been a shame."

The fox's bravado earns a grunt and a glare from the beefier IronBreaker, who looks quite eager to get this match on the way... and to stuff that cocky fox's mouth full of his co-

"Attention everyone! This will be a free-for-all, anything goes. Pitfalls and submissions count anywhere! Are you ready...? Let's get it on!!!"

IronBreaker rushes out of the corner, bloated need lending him towards force and foolishness, roaring angrily at the fox as he rapidly closes the distance between them.

A single sidestep has Hunter out of the corner, and sees the charging orc screeching to a half mere inches from the post. IronBreaker let out a quick yip as Hunter slaps his ass, and he turns, snarling to see the fox smirking at him.

"I could'na help myself," he quips, as he does a mocking little dance and waves his open palmed hand. "Y'left yerself wide open."

IronBreaker snarls again, showing gritting teeth and tusks, but does not charge, opting to instead circle Hunter, who does the same, ever-present smirk and all. Silently the orc hopes that the fox hasn't noticed how much the solitary slap has affected his already rising lusts, but he rather suspects that it has. All the more reason to finish the match as soon as possible.

He jukes him out, the fox making a show of twitching back and snapping into place like nothing happened. He does this several more times, irritation mounting within IronBreaker, his lusts-and the efforts to suppress them-sapping him of his strength and keeping him from recognizing the obvious ploy for what it is.

The orc rushes forward, snarling, towards Hunter, who slides out of the way, but not before tripping him. IronBreaker falls to the mat, just catching himself from hitting completely but not to keep his bulge from grazing the canvas. IronBreaker lets out a solid moan as an involuntary shiver courses through his muscle-bound form, providing an opening for Hunter to haul him onto his feet by his ears and run him headfirst into the nearest turnpost.

IronBreaker's head smashes into the post several times before he fights the hand on his head off and slumps forward in a daze. Hunter pulls him off the turnpost and flips him around, raising his hand to deliver a series of vicious chops to his chest, his free hand pushing the orc back into the corner whenever he tries to escape.

Hunter let's IronBreaker go free and a vicious cross-arm chop, and follows the orc as he stumbles into the ring. He pinches the orc's brawny shoulders, gradually pushing him onto his knees. IronBreaker lets out a sigh of relief when Hunter pulls his hands away, which gradually morphs into a lusty moan as the fox presses the orc's head into his own swelling green bulge.

"Aye. Figured ya'd like that, ya big ol' beastie." Hunter sneers, as he works his hips about. "Looks like dere's more than one way to break yer iron, innit?"

Hunter scoffs when IronBreaker gives him a lusty grunt in return, his earlier erotic assault having the appropriate effect on the old orc. Hunter lets out a brief hitch between his teeth he hopes IronBreaker hasn't heard, the entire match having stirred him up something fierce. He knows that he's not as packed as IronBreaker, so he wants to follow through with his plan without something happening.

A sharp jab to his bulging pouch sees his plan unfold just as he bends over, knees hobbling together and eyes crossing as his hands fly to cover the bulge he can feel that were just juiced.

IronBreaker pulls himself up, and grabs Hunter by the neck and hoists him into the air. "Not so cocky now, are ya?" He turns the moaning fox around, eyeing his bulge and ass with obvious hunger. "Ya won't be needing these!!" He growls, as he tears away Hunter's trunks, the fox's large dripping cock flopping half-erect between his knees as his bubbly ass bounces from the sudden sensation

IronBreaker brings the fox's cock to his face and sucks it into his mouth. The fox starts to writhe as the orc begins his oral assault, his masked face rapidly contorting from the onslaught of sensations and emotions the elder greenskin's skills are inducing within him. The match, the pre-game blue balling, and the rising lusts attributed to his own domination and subjugation serve to quickly drive the fox over the edge; throwing his head back with a mighty roar he cums, hard and fast into the orc's mouth, the plentiful seed sliding down his gullet and into his stomach proper.

IronBreaker has a smirk of his own as he pulls away from the semi-flaccid dong and turns a panting Hunter around to face him. "It's always the loudest ones who fall from just a simple blowjob. Though I'd like to say that it's my skill more than anything else."

Hunter says nothing, only panting, with a lopsided smile on his face. "What? You ain't got something to say?" He scissors at the fox's singular mutter. "Thought so." With that he releases Hunter, letting the fox fall onto his feet, and start a steady collapse onto his knees, his head sliding onto and going down IronBreaker's musclegut before settling against his thigh.

The old orc chuckles as he moves to hold the fox's head in place. "Hehe yeah. That's right where you belong." He wiggles his own twitching package. "And would you look at that? There's someone waiting to see you. But you'll have to be a good boy first."

Hunter says nothing as IronBreaker pulls him up to his feet. "Think you can manage that?" He asks, as he leans his face closer to Hunter's. "Can you be a good boy?" He doesn't give the fox a chance to respond, stealing the fox's lips with a kiss. A thick green hand cups the fox's chin, the other sliding behind his head to keep him in place. IronBreaker pushes his body against him, smirking against surprisingly tender lips as the fox picks up on his silent cue and wraps his trembling arms around the orc's body, gasping his acquiesce against the orc's lips.

IronBreaker smiles and pushes against the fox. He lets the hand holding Hunter steady fall down onto the small of his back as he starts to push him around the ring, using his body to keep the hirsute fox gasping against his lips, dominating pushes and grind to show him who is in charge. Oh he'll have fun with this one! Not just in the ring, either.

The orc starts to edge the fox into the corner, the masked man's semi-flaccid cock smearing precum all over his bright blue tights. He pushes the fox against the turnpost as his hand falls further still, clasping onto and grabbing a heaping handful of hairy bubble-butt. The gasps against his lips grow in number as the hand roaming his back travels down, descending onto the small of his back and into his tights, where they grasp hungrily onto his own meaty cheeks.

IronBreaker chuckles against Hunter's lips; the fox is still far too uppity. He bucks his hips hard against Hunter's, enticing a gasp even as his thigh batters the fox's hairy testicles, and draws a shot of pre from the fox's defeated cock.

Orc and fox hips rock into themselves, as heated grunts and moans pierce the audience's roars. Hunter's hands shift and begin to lower IronBreaker's tights. The orc lets him, emitting a single grunt of acquiesce as the tights are lowered down his tremendous thighs, to his calves and to the heels of his wrestling boots, and kicking them away with great relish, leaving the bulging white speedo to press needily against the fox's midsection.

IronBreaker's hands start to roam the fox's back, hungrily, angrily, and eagerly exploring the latter's every inch with a neediness borne from his overwhelming desire. The Hunter's hands on the orc's meaty cheeks subtly press him forward, the fox gasping slightly as he feels the bulging blue pouch press against his hairy mansack. The orc chuckles at the fox's sudden boldness, too far gone to do more than promise to admonish the fox later for his presumptuousness as he presses himself eagerly against the fox's flesh.

The fox surprises him not by pushing back, but by sliding his hands around the bridge of his tiny speedos to his front, where he lightly and firmly grabbed and gripped his bulging breadbasket, enticing a heaty moan from the needy greenskin. His own hands freeze on the hunter's shoulders, a subtle bit that the fox sees as permission to bring his own cock into his hands and knead both at the same time.

A shivering gasp escapes IronBreaker's mouth as the sudden influx of new sensations threaten to overwhelm him. He grips the fox's shoulders harder, though tremors now course though his hands, and pulls the fox, and his magic hands, closer to him, their upper-chests brushing against each other as his hips buckle and bounce under the fox's touch.

IronBreaker feels the fox start to move, and move him, flipping their positions. He starts to fight back but the fox's hands are so good. And he himself can still fight. So he allows himself to be turned and pressed into the corner. After all, he can always punish the cheeky fox later.

Hunter leans in for a kiss, his lips easily sliding between the orc's willing tusks, and sealing their lips together. IronBreaker uses his tongue to force his way into the fox's mouth and subdues the latter's own tongue to show him who's still in control. As he does this he slides his meaty green hands onto the hunter's shoulders and slowly but firmly presses down.

Apparently the hunter knows what's up, as he accepts his order with nary a grunt but a series of kisses that descend down the orc's brawny front, between his pecs and down his expansive chest to his bulging blue breadbasket, which he kisses and nuzzles.

"Fuck yeah." The orc gasps huskily, as he throws his head back and closes his upward-facing eyes in apparent bliss. "You know your place."

IronBreaker's hips start to rock into the fox's face, homing in on the his bulge-kissing lips. The fox's hands move up and down the orc's meaty legs, with the same force and relish as the orc has given the fox's own body. All throughout this IronBreaker's head is rolled back, the softest gasps of pure pleasure echoing from his mouth.

He feels the hunter's hands pulling down his speedo, and slightly gasps as the air hits his cock. IronBreaker glances down to see a dollop of precum hit the canvas and he raises his eyes to meet the hunter's. "Clean that up." Comes the order, in a voice mixing authority with raw sexual need. The fox wordlessly complies, lowering himself to lick the errant emission from the floor. He draws his tongue across the canvas, onto the orc's bright boots and up his thighs, until he again reaches his bulbous sac which he greets with not his tongue but with a gentle kiss that sends shivers through IronBreaker's form.

The orc knows he's probably shot some more but the fox's shown that he knows his place so there's no need to make him clean that up too. Especially when he's going to have more than his body can likely handle real soon.

Scenes of a bloated Hunter laying shivering at his feet as the crowds sing his praises fill IronBreaker's mind as he throws his arms across the ropes and throwing his head back just enjoys the fox's surprisingly skillful ministrations. He gasps as the hunter plants his lips on his sac and starts to suckle lightly, his legs quivering to either side of the fox. IronBreaker grips the ropes and grunts as those same lips rain kisses across his leaking cock, each one lingering just long enough for him to register it, narrowing onto his leaking head, which the fox starts to noisily suckle.

IronBreaker lays against the turnpost, deaf to all the world save his own lusts and the fox eagerly servicing them. A growing need starts within IronBreaker's balls, helped along by tender touches from the hunter, and he feels himself getting _close._Time for the fox to get stuffed. With a smiling sigh he starts to pull himself out of the corner, and pulls the fox into a long and sensuous kiss.

IronBreaker's ministrations turn rough, and he shoves Hunter onto the canvas. The overloaded fox lays on the canvas by his lonesome for but a moment before the orc pounces onto him and pins his writhing fur against his own thick green skin. He brings his face up to the fox's, the sounds of his hands heavy against the canvass as he crawls up his body..

"Get ready," comes the ominous warning, from an equally fearsome face. The fox moans as his legs are hoisted into the air, and bracing on either side of IronBreaker's massive frame. He glances down his body to see the orc rubbing his dick, the pre-cum giving his thick green dong a marvelous sheen.

The orc then leans again over the hunter's frame to stare intently into his eyes, a wicked smile crossing his risked face before suddenly he thrusts his thick cock into the hunter's hole.

The fox emits a howl of shock as IronBreaker's titular namesake pushes past his plump ring and deep into his anal cavity. The thrusting comes quick and hard, in and out, over and over, each time hitting onto his sweet spot. His hands grip tightly onto the ring as he tries to ride out the storm, his own thick cock leaking dangerously onto his furry washboard abs.

The whole time IronBreaker's fierce visage looms over him, taking the breath of his vision, as the greenskin's eyes never leave his own, and the rough sound of his thick sac smacking against his ass resound throughout the ring.

Unintelligible words pour out of Iron Breaker's mouth as he speeds up his cock thrusting, flung from him like spittle onto the ground. His entire being shakes as he feels his swelling sac smack against the fox's ass. He feels his cock twitch inside the hunter's ass, and knows he's about to blow. With a savage thrust he hilts himself inside, balls deep, and chomps down hard onto the nape of the hunter's wooly neckline.

Hunter lets out a long, piteous moan as he feels the orc unload deep inside his gullet, unloading load after load of hot and salty spunk deep within his innards. Neither orc or fox move during the interval, as the orc's far sac unloads its salty-sweet cargo.

The fox starts to gargle as he feels himself swelling up as a heated weight settles within his growing gut. There's a log and streaky moan that fills the air, and it takes Hunter some time to realize it's his own. Just then he's suddenly aware of a hot and steady heat growing within his gut, and realizes that the orc is still unloading into him, his massive frame twitching as it holds him tint, and is still pumping into him, so fiercely that he can almost hear the thick seed swirl within him.

And yet despite it all, he doesn't want the orc to discouple from him, to be bereft of the bliss he's feeling right now. He throws himself back and opts to ride out the storm, letting out a moan of surrender up to the fluorescent spotlights beaming down at him.

As with all good things it's over all too soon, at least in the eyes of the audience. IronBreaker slowly retracts his cock from the fox's anus, stepping aside as a deluge of semen surges outwards onto the canvas.

IronBreaker is slow to retract his mouth from Hunter's neck and pull away, though he doesn't detach entirely. He gazes at the prone and panting fox for a bit longer before putting a hand on his chest and gesturing to the ref to begin the count out.

"1!"

"2!"

"3!"

The audience erupts into a thunderous applause, crying out in celebration of IronBreaker victory. They watch as the orc allows himself to be pulled up and away from the still-winded Hunter, onto his feet and ready to greet his adorning crowds.

For his part Hunter's unaware of what's going on, barely aware that he's lost the match, and indifferent besides; being far too caught in the afterglow to do more than smile as IronBreaker pulls him to the edge of the ring.

Once there the orc pulls the besmitten fox under the ropes and droops him over his shoulders. With a fierce smile he takes off down the walkway into the back, patting the fox's moistened ass as he strides cockily down the walkway. The last thing the audience sees before the orc disparate backstage is his finger disappearing into the hunter's ass, a subsequent moan the final sound...

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"Whew!! What a rush, eh matey?"

The fox's ass up in the air, twitching rhythmically as it spews some of the orc's copious semen from his twitching hole. The knocked-out, tongue-lulling-out-of-his-mouth expression suits the haughty hunter quite well, IronBreaker thinks to himself, as he readjusts his speedo over his still sputtering cock.

He'll have to get that looked at again, he realizes; the fox has proven to be a damn good lay. "Had I known you'd feel so good on me cock, I'd have smashed you down sooner."

He'll take care of it at home; and more besides. Pull out the cot, make some space for his new guest. His loins lurch at the thought of all the things he'll be putting his fox through.

"Heh. I'll go collect your things, an' be back for you later. I'd tell ye to not go nowhere but somethin tells me that you ain't about ta stray..." he quips as he reaches for the lightswitch. His impromptu decision widens the smile that blooms on his face as he turns from the darkness he's left the fox in. Spoils of war and all that; he's the victor, after all. There's no reason why he shouldn't have some fun...