“Two hundred and…ninety nine…three hundred! Whew!”
Robbie dropped the dumbbell onto the padded floor of his dorm room. Smiling like an idiot, he turned to his friend Spike, sitting on the bed, as if to wait for the audience to applaud his efforts.
Spike watched on, impressed. “Wow, Robbie! Your arms look huge, bro!”
“Don’t I know it, little bro,” Robbie said as he turned to (one of two) full length mirrors bolted to the wall. He flexed his swollen biceps. “Oh no, I think I might just turn myself on, little bro.”
Robbie was already a stunner to look at. With jet black hair, dark eyes, and a beautiful complexion, his giant muscles completed the package. This is probably why Spike had started inviting himself over to watch him do his “private workouts”. To be fair, Robbie liked the attention.
Shirtless, and pecs and abs dewed with sweat, Robbie let out a sigh. He motioned to Spike. “Protein me up, bro.”
Spike first looked down at the tent in his short-shorts, before quickly realizing Robbie meant the literal protein shake sitting on the nightstand. Spike tossed it to him. “Ooh and it’s vanilla flavored. You excited for your match with this…er…what’s his name again?”
“Hahaha, exactly, what’s-his-name!” Robbie, a bit of a himbo-jock with a simple mind (but big heart) laughed dumbly as he chugged down his vanilla protein shake. Spike watched, hungrily, as a dribble of white liquid traveled from Robbie’s full ips, down to his chin, and into the valley of his pecs.
“That little hunk’s name is Rexford Holt,” Robbie said, coming up for a breath. He looked down at the mess he’d made on his muscles, and frowned. “Hey, little bro, your favorite part…”
“On it!” Spike said, jumping up off the bed to perform his duty as “spotter”.
“Nah uh uh,” Robbie scolded, snapping his fingers. He pointed to the floor. “Down, pup.”
“Yes, big bro,” Spike said submissively, getting onto his knees. “Can I now, big bro?”
“Totally, little bro.”
Spike wasted no time slowly, sensually licking the stray bead of protein shake from between Robbie’s salty, pectoral valley. Somehow, the sweat of post workout made it taste even better.
“Whoops,” Spike said as his tongue “accidentally” grazed over Robbie’s erect, brown nipple.
Robbie leaned his head back and let out a long, aroused sigh. “Bad pup,” he moaned, with a gentle laugh. He teased Spike by pushing his face into his workout shorts, rubbing his obvious bulge in his friend’s face.
Spike laughed and pulled away. “Hey, quit it, Icy! Hahaha. We can’t get distracted.” He looked up at him and smiled. “Even though I’d love to give you a nice, long, post-workout massage.”
Robbie smiled and picked Spike off the ground. “My sweetest bro! You’re right. Can’t get distracted. I gotta focus on the match. Can’t believe I gotta beat up some other dumbass named Rex, eh? These losers all have such uncreative names…”
Spike hopped back onto the bed and picked up the fight card information, scanning it for any tips he could give his new friend. Spike and Robbie, AKA Icewolf, had gotten very close since he’d joined the roster. The other spellbreakers suspected it was because they were so alike i.e. two, oversexed, muscle dumbasses. Secretly though, Spike and Robbie were both pretty smart in different ways. Spike was emotionally observant and street smart. Robbie was quick on his feet and was a great master of strategy, either on the hockey rink or in the ring. Robbie tended to be more aggressive and dominant, while Spike was usually submissive. They made a fine pair. Hell, if not for Robbie’s serious crush on their team mate Cian, Spike would have considered boyfriending him.
“Well, he weighs less than you, Robster, but he’s got a lot of wins under his belt.” Spike’s jaw dropped. “Robbie, it says he has a space glyph! He can teleport or ‘blink’ in battle!”
Robbie looked over his shoulder. “W-w-what!? I thought that glyph was like…non-existent!”
Spike cocked his head to the side, a perfect example of ‘human golden retriever’. “Huh. I wonder if it’s like when El Amante fought Camazotz Jr. He lied about his glyph too.”
Robbie growled, balling his meaty hand into a fist. “Nobody tries to pull the wool over Icewolf’s eyes. Because wool comes from sheep! And wolves EAT sheep!”
“Wowie, Robbie, you have such a way with words!”
“Don’t I know it, little bro! Now, lemme’ see this jobber…” With that, Robbie snatched the flier out of Spike’s hands. He looked it over for a second. Then, his face went red. He started to drool. “Oh d-d-amn, he’s cute as fuck…”
“I know, right!? And he hates humiliation.” As if devil horns sprouted on his angelic, feather-haired head, Spike made a mischievous expression and got on all fours, deliberately sticking his butt out for Robbie to gaze upon. “You know what I’d do to him.”
“Raaargh!” Robbie growled, slapping Spike on the ass. “Don’t get me going, little bro! I gotta focus. But you’re damn right, Spikey! I’m gonna sink my teeth into him so fucking hard. I just gotta bully him bad. Really make him rethink his career. Hahaha!!! Now, help me decide which jockstrap I should wear into battle. This is important!”
Robbie yanked off his pants in one fell swoop, giving Spike a full look at all of Icewolf’s finest Canadian exports. Robbie was the perfect ratio of thick and long, with a rounded head. Spike took great satisfaction that he was semi-hard around him.
But that ass, though. That was a hockey butt if Spike ever saw one. He was almost jealous, and he was the Pinup Prince. Robbie deliberately bent over to flex giant ass as he rummaged for a jock strap. “I’m thinking…the mint one? Or maybe navy blue.” He winked. “To honor my little bro, Spike!”
Spike crossed his legs, blushing. “Any color looks good on you, Robster!”
“Good answer,” Robbie said. He tugged the bright green colored jock around his waist and snapped the straps into place. His butt, large and muscular as it was, hung over them. “This little boy doesn’t know what he’s messing with, little bro! He’s coming into the wolf’s den…and he’s about to become my newest pup. Awroo!!”
—
Far from a pup, Rexford Holt was quite the alpha stud in his own respects. With an intimidating body of knotted muscles, and eye-catching trunks to boot, he looked every part the hero. If anything, his babyface was his only downfall. With a winning smile, both infectiously charming and cocky, the 24-year-old, 210 pound stud jumped out from behind the entrance curtain, his hands extended to the audience, and did an excitable spin.
“Wooo!” he yelled, before launching into a backflip and landing with a perfect pose. “Feast your eyes!” he encouraged the excited audience, with a flirty wink. He flexed his biceps, showing off his sporty yellow gear, marked with his intriguing logo. “But better keep them on me at allll times, or else…”
With a crackle of light, Rex vanished from the entrance, perplexing the crowd and the ref, waiting in the wing.
Suddenly, he appeared behind a handsome fan, a jock type in a polo. Rex winked at the stunned stud and then kissed him on the cheek, turning him red. “For good luck,” Rex said, real friendly.
The jock blushed. “My…hero.”
“That’s always what I aim for!” Rex said, with a thumbs up. He blinked away to, who else but Sailorboy Spike, watching from the sidelines as a civilian!
In his tight, navy-striped shirt, Spike realized he might be recognized by fans (which was kind of his goal). He didn’t expect to be zeroed in on by other spellbreakers though!
Rex appeared behind Spike, causing the pocket titan to yelp! “HI THERE!”
“AHH!” Spike shouted, trying to turn it into a more masculine cough. “Hey, buster, I’m tryin’ to blend in!”
Around them, the crowd loved it, laughing and hollering at the improvised exchange. Backstage, however, Robbie peeked through the curtain and grit his teeth.
“That’s MY twunk,” Robbie growled, slamming his fist into his palms repeatedly, warming up to the idea of smashing Rex’s face in. “Nobody touches my pup-bro!”
Rex was all smooth. He got off on his boy-next-door simplicity, from his chestnut colored hair, boyish looks, and the perfectly positioned dang necklace swinging between his pecs.
He placed his massive forearms behind his head, trying to come off to Spike as cool and reposed. “Haha, I couldn’t help it, Pinup Prince! That heartbreaking smile of yours stands out like a 100 watt bulb! Plus, you’re a hero too! Big fan.”
Spike’s eyes fell on Rex’s clean-shaven pits. Damn it, this cute fucker knows what he’s doing awright… “Oh, wow. You’re way nicer than I thought. Almost gonna be a shame when Icewolf takes you to the cleaners.”
Rex took in stride. “Sailor stud…after I neuter this wolf pup, maybe you can come out with me. I promise to treat you nice!”
Resist temptation, sailor. Bros before ‘mos. Spike crossed his arm and tried to do his best to look uninterested. “You’re cute, Holt, but Robbie is gonna kick your butt! Then again, guess it’s a win-win for me…”
“Heh, we’ll see about that cutie.” Rex poked him on the nose, playfully. “Like you, I’m a master of submission holds! Get cocky with me and you’ll be tapping out in no time. Keep that in mind, Sailor!”
“Oh, I will,” Spike said, both horny and ready to fight. “I’ll introduce you to the Sailor’s Knot next time, and then we’ll hear you scream.” He blew a kiss at Rex. “Scream, one way or another, that is.”
“Ooooh, I like you, Spikey,” Rex said, blinking out of sight again. The next time he appeared in the ring, on the top ropes, striking another heroic pose for his fans.
Spike giggled to himself. “He’s kinda sweet after all…”
The announcer called out Icewolf’s stats. The so-called Ice Cold Killa’ from the Great North usually liked to preen and pose himself, but this fight, he was all business. He skated out from behind the curtain on a sheet of ice, zooming down the aisle at blinding speed. At the end of the lane, he did a triple axel, stopping himself with a mighty wolf howl.
“AWRRRRO! Wolf pups, let me hear you howl!!!!!”
Spike cupped his hands to his mouth. “AWRRRROOO!!! Come on, 69!”
Robbie heard his new friend’s encouragement, and tapped the ‘69’ labeled on his arm guard to make the point. “Not just my team number, but my favorite position too!” He flashed his eyes at the ring, towards a smug-looking Rex. “Bet you wanna taste, eh?”
From the ring, Rex sneered. “Not a bad looking opponent at all.”
“Same at ya!” Robbie snapped back. “Want an Icy ‘Snow Cone’?” To that effect, Robbie grabbed at his (rather sizable) with his wolf logo across.
Rex laughed. He stuck out his tongue. “Sounds like way too many calories, sexy. Now, are you gonna stand outside that ring and bark like a yappy puppy, or are you gonna fight me like a real man?”
Icwolf bore his fangs. “You want the alpha? Get ready for the fangs, bro!” Robbie jumped into the ring, intimidating Rex with a thrust forward.
Rex blinked out of instinct and teleported several feet back. “Ha! Not so fast, bud!”
Full of arrogance and testosterone, Robbie pointed a finger at him. “That’s what I THOUGHT! That’s what I fucking thought! RAAARGH!” Robbie pulled off his gear, showing off his giant, oiled pecs and arms. His tone shifted from aggressive to seductive. “Like what you see, pup?”
Rex smiled. “Not bad. What about this?” He flexed for his opponent, then gave him a little pec bounce too.
Spike could practically see Robbie’s eyes jumped out of their sockets, cartoon-style. “AWRRROOO! Oh wowzers, now I GOTTA sink my teeth into ya.” Robbie skated to the corner and handed his chest plate and auxiliary gear off to an attendant. “Don’t be afraid to give it a good whiff, ya perv! I’ll charge you for it later.”
Rex made a fist, irritated by Robbie's poor sportsmanship, but otherwise willing to give his opponent the benefit of the doubt. “You’re definitely a cool customer, Icy. But it’s time for me to put this bad doggie to sleep.”
“ME?” Robbie laughed, letting the ref pat him down. He made a kiss face in his direction as the ref blushed and went over to Rex. “ME, get knocked out by YOU? You do know what my finisher is, right?” He pointed at Rex and then folded his hands under his head, pantomime sleeping, before opening his eyes and making a slit motion across his throat.
Rex felt his cock twitch, right as the unwitting ref patted him down. “Yeah, we’ll see about that. Let’s do this thing.”
“GAME ON!” Robbie snarled, charging forward.
The bell rang.
The two studs locked up, like two wild, male deer interlocking horns. It was an aggressive display of strength, with a push and pull on either fighter. Biceps and triceps swollen, the two fighters glared directly into each other’s eyes. Robbie growled. Rex gave him the same, babyface smirk as before.
“I’m too cool for you, eh?” Robbie said, activating his magick. He made his skin icy cold, too painful for Rex to hold on to.
“Yow!” Rex said, pulling away.
Robbie seized the moment and went for a takedown. He planned to go full brutal on this dork and beat the shit out of him. No flashy moves, just punishment. There was just something about smug Rex that made Icy want to bully him bad. Then, he’d make the prettyboy geek beg to get put out. Icewolf was already getting hard at the thought of how it would all go down.
“YOINK!”
Instead, Robbie found himself trying to take down the air! The buff pipsqueek had ‘blinked’ back into the ropes, using the moment to dive bomb Robbie down to the mat. Robbie went on the back foot to try and catch him, and he did almost succeed in grabbing Rex and holding him put. He figured he’d go into lift and try and get him on his back, then.
But Rex was one slippery customer! Once again, he outwitted the jock stud from the North, blinking away.
“GRRR!” Robbie spit onto the ring. “GETTING REAL SICK OF THIS!”
The ref glared at him. “Hey, no spitting on the mat.”
Robbie’s Canadian sensibilities took hold. “Oh! Soowrrrrry–”
But he barely managed to get the word out before he felt two strong hands locked beneath his arm pits and behind his neck, creating a manacle.
Rex buried his face in the crook of Robbie’s neck as he clamped down on a powerful full nelson. “I’m the one who should be saying sorry, for what I’m about to do to YOU.”
Robbie grit his teeth, bracing against the pain. The kid was powerful. “Shit…SHIT!”
Rex drove forward, his hold unrelenting. He really was an adept submission wrestler. “Down boy,” he said, teasingly, as if Robbie was a disobedient doggy. “Go down, boy. Goooood boy. Hahahaha!”
It was no use. Robbie had been focused on brute forcing this match, but that was clearly not the way to go now. Instead, he allowed his body to drop to the canvas. He wasn’t going to submit any time soon, but he was not at all in an advantageous position, especially with Rex clamping down on his neck and shoulder blades. All the dork needed to do now was quickly turn the move into a choke, and he would be out unless he whipped out his magick again (and waste his energy).
With a fair bit of high school wrestling under his belt (though obviously not his favorite sport) Robbie pushed down on the mat with his knee, one in front of the other, and rolled forward, bringing Rex with him in the moment of the roll.
The positions reversed, and Robbie really irritated now, he decided to humiliate Rex and use one of his moves against him. “You want some high school bully action, eh? How about this, bitch!”
With Rex splayed forward, Robbie dragged his forearm across his face, painfully compressing Rex’s nose and mouth, and reaching for his other arm.
“Mmmfmfff!”
“Mine,” Robbie said, reaching under and yanking Rex’s other arm back into a painful chicken wing, straining his joints.
“GAHHH!” Rex moaned, his face contorted with pain.
To add insult to injury (and…well…more injury) Robbie leaned in and sunk his teeth into Rex’s muscular back. “Mmm! Tastes like chicken.”
“Fuck you!” Rex cried out. “You damn bully!”
“Damn right, I’m a bully! Now, ask him ref!”
The ref leaned in. “What do you say, Rex?”
“No fucking way,” he spat. “Think this is enough, Wolfie? Think again!”
The ref forced Robbie to break the hold, much to his anger. “GRAAH!”
Rex took the opportunity to blink away before Robbie could bury his claws into him again. “Ugh!” Robbie was just about at the end of his wits. “This again? Fine, you asked for it, LOSER.”
While Rex dashed to the ropes, Robbie decided to shift sports, from Olympic freestyle wrestling to his pride and joy: hockey. Icewolf extended his hand and channeled his energy. All at once, the temperature in the drink dropped, and quickly at that. A cool mist appeared in the air, glittering in the lights. The ref shivered. Solid pieces of ice materialized from the aether, weaving their crystalline threads into the approximate shape and size of a hockey stick. Robbie grabbed onto his weapon and took aim.
“Come on, punk! Time to score!”
“Oh yeah!” Rex said, mid- jump. “FOR ME!”
Only at the last second did Robbie realize he’d been duped again! Rex ‘blinked’, throwing off Robbie’s aim. When he appeared again, it was to tuck Robbie’s head under his elbow and bring him down into the mat for a quick, effective, and brutal DDT.
SMASH!
As Robbie’s head collided with the mat, his ice-formed hockey stick shattered into a million pieces. In the audience, Spike winced.
Tongue hanging stupidly out of his mouth, Robbie saw stars and multiple lights in the rig overhead. “Unnnghhh…” It wasn’t his first blow to the head, but they never got better.
Rex went for the roll-up in. “One! Two…”
At the last second, Icy kicked out, leaving Rex looking stupid and concerned.
“When I said I wanted head…” Icewolf sputtered, dizzy and delirious, “I should have specified, eh?”
Kneeling, chest heaving, and beads of sweat running down his abs, the prettyboy glared. “You poutine-eating, maple syrup guzzling, BIG JERK! You ASKED FOR IT!”
While Robbie;s world tilted and spun, Rex took advantage of him and locked his meaty legs together under Robbie’s boots. Robbie grunted, telling Rex he’d already dug in deep. Rex bridged elegantly, with precision, so much so that the crowd audibly reacted to the arching of his muscular back. Rex wrapped his hands beneath Robbie’s chin, and pulled.
“Now you’re DONE!” Rex said, cockily. He tugged hard on Robbie’s head. “That’s it…come closer, now, DOGGY.”
“Shhhhyeeahahh,” Robbie grimaced. This was bad. Every cell in his body told him to tap.
Rex pulled his head back as he yanked Robbie’s face towards his. “This is the best part. Sweet, sweet submission,” he said. “Oh you are so cute. I just gotta…”
SMOOCH.
In addition to locking Robbie’s legs and chin, Rex locked his lips on him as well, kissing Robbie harder, giving him some sweetness on top of the pain. Rex’s goal wasn’t just dominance, but sensory overload. He invaded Robbie’s mouth with his tongue, making sure he knew who the real alpha wolf was now.
But Rex had failed to account for one thing: that Robbie Whitewolf was a huge slut. Instead of the kiss draining the fight out of him, it made the pain that much bearable. Robbie felt back, with his lips, sucking on Rex’s tongue, hard.
Too hard.
“MMMFFFF!!!”
In the crowd, Spike–on the verge of a heart attack from the intense fight–leaned forward. “That’s…THAT’S MY TONGUE LOCK TECHNIQUE!” Instead of being insulted that Robbie had ganked his move, the Sailorboy was overjoyed. “Nice one, Robster!”
Rex couldn’t take having his tongue ripped out, and thus he lost his hold on the move. Robbie immediately wriggled his way out, tossing Rex off his back with ease.
“Great kisser,” Robbie said, wiping his face. “This is why I always eat a mint before a match!”
Rex held his sore mouth. His tongue was swollen. “Huh dahur youh, bashturd.”
Robbie jumped forward to tackle him, but Rex blinked again. A moment too late. This time, Robbie caught his waist, inadvertently bringing him out of his invisibility state.
Rex looked down at him. “Oh…oh crap!”
The audience gasped.
Robbie promptly turned his dive into a double leg takedown, bringing Rex on to the mat. “YOU FUCKING CHEAT!” he roared. “Space glyph my sweet, hot, ass! This isn’t teleportation. This is LIGHT MAGICK!”
In the audience, Spike slapped his own head. “Icewolf, I LITERALLY TOLD YOU THAT.”
Embarrassed and beet-faced, Robbie growled. ”Oh, I’m SO gonna hurt you now, kid!”
“Hehehe,” Rex said, from his position on his back. “Can’t..blame a guy for trying?” Even so, Rex knew he was in for a world of hurt. Welp, soma, don’t fail me now…
WHAM!
Robbie’s fist, thankfully shielded by his cut-off hockey glove, SLAMMED into Rex’s jaw.
Spike, and the audience, winced in unison. “Oooh, that’s gotta hoit.”
“I think I’ll knock your teeth out of your skull so you can give me head a lot better later, eh!”
SLAM!
WHAM!
Another punch, and another, Rex’s head going side to side with each blow. Robbie counted the hits, as did the audience.
“FOUR….FIVE…SIX…SEVEN….EIGHT…NINE…AND TEN!”
Rex had entered the ring a prettyboy, but Robbie had turned him into an old circus sideshow with his iron-clad fists. Swollen, purpled, bruised eyes, and bleeding nose and lips. Puffy and bruised, the freshly disfigured Rex groaned… “Pu….put me…out.”
Robbie, full of sadistic wickedness, wiped his face, giving the concerned ref a ‘stand by’ glance. “Huh, pup? What was that? Ohhh, are you hurt?”
“That…all you got…” Rex said. He tried to move his jaw, but Robbie heard the crack.
“Damn dude, I could put you out?”
“An Icewolf punishment, huh…” Rex said. Unfortunately, the idea was very appealing. “Damn it. Put me out.”
Icewolf blinked. “I mean, it would be a pretty badass way for you to go out, eh? But why don’t you say…’‘put me out, sir’.”
Rex gritted his teeth, struggling against the pain. No use. He wanted the escape. “Please put me out, sir.”
“Ask and you shall receive! Hahaha.”
Of course, the soma the fighters both ingested would ensure Rex’s face would likely be back to magazine model form within a half hour or more, but for now, his world was pain. A world about to be ended, as Robbie tucked his neck under his arms, forcing the broken fighter to inhale a mix of cheap, jock deodorant and natural body odor. As if the temporary disfigurement wasn’t enough!
Rex’s legs twitched and his world slowly began to darken. Robbie, grinning innocently, reached down and grabbed his opponent’s bulge, giving a generous tug and twist. “Sworrrryy, pup, but you broke the rules. You know what that means. Penalty Box for you!”
Icewolf’s humiliating finisher was basically a dragon sleeper, but always with a cruel twist of Robbie’s choice. Rex’s instincts, despite his wish for the release of pain, kicked in, forcing him to twitch and struggle against his depleting blood flow and oxygen to his brain. He tasted blood and the scent of Robbie’s pits. It wasn’t just humiliating but brutal too. Robbie the Icewolf was indeed a hometown hero and a natural born bully.
There was also one additional recurring element to Robbie’s finisher, one that he cherished to watch. As the ref tested Rex’s consciousness by lifting up his hand and letting it drop–once, twice, three-times, Robbie trained his eyes on Rex’s bulging crotch. You see, Robbie was such a muscular stud, and his body odor/deodorant combo so perfectly coordinated, that his raw sexuality coupled with his foe’s loss of consciousness usually had an unintended effect.
“Right on cue,” Robbie sneered, as the bell rang. A dark, wet spot appeared on Rex’s trunks. He’s quite literally squeezed the precum out of him.
The announcer called it. “The winner, Robbie The Icewolf!”
“Hahaha!” Robbie stuck out his tongue, and clamped down harder. He shook Rex, still tightly locked under his arm. “You hear that, buddy? Come on, don’t you want to cheer for your hero. What’s that?”
He dropped limp and bleeding Rex to the mat. Already, the soma had managed to resculpt his face back into a somewhat normal state, though his head had turned a sickly shade of purple due to the oxygen deprivation.
“Come onnnn, buddy,” Robbie said, pulling Rex up and into his arms. “Don’t you want to cheer?” He locked eyes with the disapproving ref and flipped him off. He was much more interested in his prey. Robbie stuck his fingers into Rex’s blood-scabbed mouth, turning him into his own little ventriloquist dummy.
“There we go, champ!” Robbie smirked. He moved Rex’s mouth. “Icewolf! Icewolf! See, I just wanted you to say my name….LOSER.” He pried Rex’s mouth open and hocked a huge wad of spit into his mouth, before forcing his jaw shut and SLAMMING his head down into the mat.
That was enough to pull Rex from the void. “AAAAGGGGhhhh,” he moaned, his eyes spinning wildly. “Wh…what’s that smell? Ughhh.”
Robbie towered above him, like a vengeful winter god. “You complaining about my sexy, natural scent, eh?” He nudged him in the ribs with his boot.
It was then that reality hit Rex in the face, just as hard as Robbie’s fisticufss. “No…NO. I LOST?”
“Hahaha!” Robbie flexed for the audience, giving them an added pec jiggle as a bonus. “What a loser.”
“Ugh,” Rex spat, disgusted. “I lost and you PUT YOUR PIT IN MY FACE?”
Robbie shrugged. “Bro, you asked for it.” He caught Spike’s eyes, in the audience, and gave him a little wave.
Do the thing! Spike mouthed. Do the thing I taught ya!
A mischievous glint appeared in Robbie’s eye. “Oh yeahhh, that’s right. You don’t like humiliation, do ya kid? Well, here, what do you think of my jockstrap?”
Robbie turned around and slowly, somewhat comically, made a dance of pulling down his signature briefs (marked with a 69 on the back). His hockey-toned muscle butt burst out from his trunks, hanging over the edge, with his jock strap bands hanging on for dear life.
Blinking and wincing from the pain and the knockout, Rex looked up. “Uh, very tasteful mint color? WAIT, WAIT, N-N-NO..DON’T DO THAT!”
“The sweet scent of defeat,” Robbie said as he lowered his sweaty ass onto Rex’s face, wiggling and rubbing it into his opponent. “Kiss it, Rex! Come on, kiss your sports hero’s big butt!” He kept on there for a few seconds as Rex struggled and sputtered to get out from beneath it. Only after the ref turned away from shame did Robbie relent.
Somewhere in the audience, a man muttered, “Damn, I think I’m gay now.”
“Ugh,” Rex sputtered, trying to pull himself away. He dragged his hands across his face, spitting onto the mat. He had turned a bright shade of red. “N-no…” he said, breaking out into tears. He was beyond embarrassed.
Smiling like an idiot, Robbie hitched up his trunks again, earning him a disappointed “Awwww…” from the audience. “Hey, you got more than you paid for tonight, folks!”
Triumphant, Iceowolf strutted his way towards the ropes. Just as he was about to duck beneath them, though, he turned around and looked over at Rex, kneeling on the ground, embarrassed, humiliated, and flat out disappointed.
He pouted. He growled. He rolled his eyes.
“Ugh, why do I gotta be such a softie.” He crossed his arms and looked over at his defeated foe. “I like making boys cry, but even this is too much. Hey, Rex! Icewolf wants to make it up to you.”
Sniffing, the beautiful Rexford Holt, looked up. “I don’t trust you!”
Robbie shrugged. “Suit yourself, bud. But…” He turned, hoisting one leg over the rope, and looking over his shoulder cheekily. “The wolf daddy always gives his pups good after care. If you know what I mean.”
Rex stared dumbly at Robbie, then down at his (still erect) bulge, then at Robbie again.
Suddenly, losing didn’t seem so bad. “Oh…yeah? What did you have in mind…daddy?”
—
“This is what you wanted all along, hun, Rex?”
“You got my number, stud,” Rex said, passionately kissing Robbie on the mouth.
Both of them naked, Icewolf and Rex fell onto the mattress in a flurry of kisses and clawing. After worshiping each other’s bodies, and licking each other’s muscles, the wolf went in for the kill.
“Come on, pup, you know you loved my muscle butt in your face,” he said, as he mounted his opponent.
Robbie’s cock was thick and erect and already dripping precum as Rex hungrily took it inside his mouth. He couldn’t verbally answer, but he hummed and moaned instead as the wolf tested the limits of Rex’s throat, thrusting deeper and deeper.
Icewolf was many things, but a liar wasn’t one of him. True to his words, he did treat his pups right. “My favorite position,” the buff stud said as he looked lovingly upon Rex’s (rather sizable cock). “Oh fuck, I gotta…” He wasn’t shy about taking the whole thing in and down his throat.
Rex, mouth full of Robbie, moaned with a new pleasure as he felt himself get eaten alive by the wolf. He could only moan and squeal and try not to choke. Thankfully, the endorphins surging through his brain overrode his gag reflex as he joined Robbie in the mutual thrusting and sucking. It was raw, obscene, and dirty…just how Rex liked it.
Eventually, Robbie freed Rex’s manhood from his special “mouth hold”. “My ass ain’t done with you yet, Yankee stud. You had a whiff before, now have a taste. Eat it.”
This time, Rex was happy to oblige. As much as Robbie had humiliated him utterly, a deeper, more primitive part of him couldn’t deny that he had enjoyed being engulfed by the wolf’s delicious posterior.
“Yes, sir,” he said, repositioning himself and bringing his nose and tongue into Robbie’s hole. Salty sweet, with the remnants of a post workout shower. Rex licked.
“This is how all good pups say ‘hello’,” Robbie said, eyes closed as he drifted off into pure bliss. “This is how all bad wolfies do it. Fffffuckk, kid, you know how to please your wolf daddy.” To show he wasn’t just talking smack, Robbie’s cock let free a long, sticky trail of spunk onto Rex’s chest.
Rex took advantage of the moment and opened his mouth, tasting his new kind. “Damn Robbie, you are a tasty treat. I don’t know how much more of this I can take.”
Robbie turned around and pulled Rex forcefully closer to him. He wasted no time mounting him with his sweaty, thick body. But Robbie was different in the bedroom than in the ring. He was still aggressive, yes, but there was something softer about his eyes. He was emotional, tender, with a face suggested a drug-like euphoria as he engaged in intimacy.
“Come on bro,” Robbie said, as he began to grind rhythmically against Rex. “Let’s frot. It feels so good.”
Rex didn’t know what the stud meant at first, til he looked down and saw Robbies thick, wet, leaking cock pushing its head forcefully against Rex’s own.
“OH FUCK,” Rex said, embarrassingly loud.
Robbie just looked down and smiled, punctuating his grin with a kiss. Then another one. Robbie kept his mouth on Rex as he grinded his body against his, faster and faster.
“My pup,” Robbie moaned softly, kissing Rex’s neck. “My pup stud. You’re so fucking hot. I’m so glad your face looks good again.”
Rex scowled in the momentary lapse between thrusts. “You jerk.”
“Heh.” Robbie said, pulling up and turning Rex over. “I’ll make you cum hard for that. Let’s do the same from the back, but wolfie style. This is totally my sex finisher. Well…one of them.”
Rex realized that Robbie was mostly a goof by now. A sexy, sweet, dumbass. But just as he went to make a snide comment, he felt Robbie’s muscular body press against his, almost pushing him back into the bed. Then, he found Robbie’s arms around his waist, pulling him closer as he positioned his…
“OH, SHIT.”
“Come on pup,” Robbie growled soft. “Be my pup. Shoot with me. Shoot with me, pup.”
“OH, FUCK I’M GONNA–”
“Me too, pup. Go hard. Cum hard. Score for me now.”
Rex was embarrassed all over again, but this time by the stream of white, sticky cum he squirted all over Robbie’s bedsheets, and the primitive, guttural grunts he made. He looked down as he heard Robbie let out a huge moan, and saw him adding to the stream, like a fucking rain shower. The bedsheets were absolutely ruined.
Rex sighed, curled up and impossibly content against this stud. He kissed Robbie again, and it wouldn’t be the last time that night either. “Remind me to lose to my opponents more often,” Rex said.
Robbie smiled and gave him another kiss. “You’re the best loser there ever was. Only…just one problem.”
“What’s that, sexy?”
Robbie sighed, looking over at the mess on the sheet. He scratched his head. “How the hell are we gonna clean all that up now, eh?”
The End.
Artwork by @ibarakidoujin
