Double Teamed!

A cool, Autumn twilight bathed the GSA compound in a velvety, misty evening. Between tournaments on the world tour arc, the spellbreakers had finally found some well-earned downtime. The recent departure (in good faith) of Reina Rosa, a cornerstone of the GSA and friend to many, was felt by all. Buck, tasked with running the GSA in his father Colt's absence, was settling into his responsibilities. The return of  the mischievous 'Nightmare Prodigals', Deadboy Daemian and Icewolf, had put the others on high alert, least of all Spike, a target of both violence and seduction for the two roguish magi. There was also, of course the ever-hanging threat posed by rival federation, Firebird.

Which was all to say that a little bit of 'nothing' was going a long way for the muscle headed himbos of the scrappy collective. Iggy and Victor, injured either physically or emotionally, were recuperating well. However, this had created a fresh problem. Without a mentor (Iggy), Spike had fallen back into a few bad habits. Namely, lusting after bad-boys. It didn't help that Deadboy Daemian had only recently declared Spike his 'boyfriend', something for which Spike--who had actually wanted a relationship for quite some time--wasn't necessarily in agreement. Daemian came on strong, and the only thing they really had in common was their affinity for referring to a collective group of people as 'yous guys' (a linguistic, convergent evolution shared by New Yorkers and Aussies).

Fortunately, Deadboy's powers allowed him a broader degree of travel. This weekend, he was back in hometown of Marrickville, in Sydney, Australia, training with his federation SxS. Though Deadboy had every intent of keeping Spike on a particular short leash (sometimes literally), his partner, the even-minded demon, Braxius, had convinced him to to channel his aggression on the hapless trainees coming into the irreverent and macabre SxS purview. Without a terrifying (if not occasionally tender) 'boyfriend' to worry about, Spike had time to hang out with his new buddies, Icewolf (Robbie Whitewolf) and the ever bombastic and entertaining, Tirano Rex. As Rex, in his more mild-mannered and intelligent civilian form, Tiago Reyes, was in town assisting the GSA with locating the erstwhile Divine Chalices (a story for another time). After a hard day of research, T. Rex was eager to sink his teeth into a wild animal, and Robbie had thusly suggested some training in the practice ring.

Of course, every guy at the GSA knew what 'training in the practice ring' really meant.

"Finally," Robbie said, stretching his arms in the ring corner. He yawned, his diamond-cut abs visible beneath the slit of his shirt, resting just above his tight trunks. "It's nice getting to spare with you, dino bro. You know, now that you don't need to worry about me kicking your ass, that is." Handsome Robbie smirked. Befitting a hockey player, he was tall, with a rich, dark complexion, and equally dark, shining eyes. With a short cropped hair and muscles to boot, he was the picture of a jock stud.

Sitting in the deck chair at the side of the ring, blonde, Spike (a stud in his own right) cupped his hands to his mouth. "Ooooooooh. Are you gonna take that lying down, big guy?"

The enormous muscular man in the corner directly opposite from Robbie, AKA Icewolf, tugged on his mask's strings, tightening it around his head. The dinosaur masked Tirano Rex (real name, Tiago Reyes) turned his head slowly, monster-like, towards his rival. "I WILL NOT," he roared. "BECAUSE I AM ALREADY STANDING UP!"

Robbie drew back, genuinely intimidated. "Woah, bro, that's deep. Hey, but this just gonna be some friendly sparring!"

"And I'm reffing!" Spike piped up. His feathery blonde hair bounced (along with his pecs) in time with his rambunctious cheering. 

"From over there?" Robbie asked, as dumbfounded as his opponent. 

"Yeah!" Spike said. "Because...I don't want to get hurt! I saw yous guyse's match! I don't need to get frozen solid, or impaled, or accidentally...you know...eaten alive. Besides, if it's just training, you don't really need a ref." His heart-winning smile was assuring.

Still, T. Rex, the smartest of all three (believe it or not) grit his teeth at the sexy spectator. "YOU TRY TO TRICK TIRANO? GRRR. I WILL EAT YOU LIKE A TINY, CHOCOLATE BISCUIT."

"Hey, big guy," Robbie said, distracting his opponent by slowly removing his hockey jersey. He locked eyes with his former nemesis, slowly running his hand down his washboard abs, cupping his bulge arrogantly. "I got your snack right here."

T. Rex's lizard-like eyes nearly bulged out of his mask. "WOOOOAH!" he roared. "TASY WOLFIE. Hehe. BUT I AM THE BIGGEST..." 

He flexed his biceps.

"BADDEST!"

He turned and flexed his rippling back.

"DINO DADDY RARRRGH!"

Roaring like a savage animal, the Jurassic luchador struck a 'most muscular' pose, all of his coppery, veiny muscles bulging out in mass.

Clearly, Spike had the best view of the house. A natural born hedonist, he wasn't shy about letting his hard-on rage, even with his friends. "When the zombie boy's away," he growled softly, stroking the front of his tight jeans, "the sailor will play." 

The cold wolf likewise loved what he saw. "Oh fuck, bro, look at that back. Come at me, you dinosaur chicken nugget!"

The lockup was explosive. Spike could almost picture the sparks. Even though it was just a friendly spar, the attractive Brooklynite saw quite plainly that these two studs were giving it all they got. Thankfully, this bout was far less tense than their previous match. There was a playfulness in either man's eyes. 

Rex was the stronger of the two, but Icewolf was quicker. He went for a top wrist lock, expertly reversed by T. Rex, kicking off a spiralling and twisting of muscular bodies trying to get the other into a painful position. The dance ended, with inelegant tactics, when T. Rex reared up his big boot and slammed poor Icy right in the gut, knocking him off his stance.

Drooling with hunger, and teeth gnashing, Rex went for a take down with a twist...a BITE to Icewolf neck. "SO MEATY!"

"Gah!" Icewolf yelped, trying to shove the hunky, masked man off of him. It was no use! Rex clamped down harder, using his hands to explore and violate Wolf's sweaty chest. "That's grade A Canadian beef you're sinking your dirty teeth into, bro!"

Rex dropped his opponent to the mat. A seasoned spellbreaker might use this opportunity to twist Icewolf into all sorts of submission moves or joint locks, which Tirano Rex could easily accomplish, of course. But the Dino Daddy was content to play with his food, and savor the taste. He mounted Icewolf, who reacted by putting up his leg guard, wrapping his giant thighs around his opponent. If he compressed hard enough, he thought, then he might be able to squeeze a submission off the brute!

But T. Rex was only emboldened by the tactic. "Big legs!" he salivated, drooling onto his opponents too-obvious bulge, a spherical protrusion between the logo of a wolf head.

Icewolf gagged. "That's disgusting!"

"HAHAHA! I KNOW!" Rex dug in like a savage beast, clawing and pummelling Icewolf's chest. "TENDERIZE MY MEAT!"

He can tenderize my meat, Spike thought, ringside, equally hungry for some the action. A mischievous smile crossed his lips, and without thinking, his hands began to wander to his crotch. He pictured Kengo 'poofing' onto his shoulder in a puff of smoke, an angel telling him that he was violating spectator etiquette. Deadboy Daemian, in sulfuric, green miasma, materialized on Spike's left shoulder, encouraging him to slip his pants into his jeans and starting feeling himself up. It wasn't like two oversexed, violent himbos like them would mind, right?

Icwolf struggled to throw off the heavyweight beast, currently clawing and gauging at his opponent with a wild abandoned. "I thought this was supposed to be a friendly practice session!"

"IT IS FRIENDLY!" Rex slobbered. "YOU AREN'T HAVING FUN, AMIGO? HEH. WHY DON'T I TEAR OFF YOUR CUTE LITTLE BRIEFS AND..." Rex stopped, suddenly, mid-sentence.

It was then that Spike realized, with a mixture of embarrassment and terror, that Rex was looking directly at him with those lizard eyes. Hand, buried deep in the trenches of his tight briefs, Spike was the cat that had caught the canary (or certain other, male fowl, in this instance). 

"Uh oh."

"GRRR." Rex seized his merciless assault, pointing an accusatory claw at his one-man audience. "YOU SEE THAT, PUP! THAT DIRTY TWINK IS STROKING HIMSELF TO OUR FIGHT!"

"WHAT!" Robbie, still on his back, struggled to turn his head towards Spike, who was now innocently whistling to himself and looking the other way. He laughed. "Aw, little bro, really? This turn you on, eh?" 

Robbie and T. Rex's eyes met. Their conspiratorial grins mirrored each other. "You thinking what I'm thinking, my prehistoric papicito?"

"HEHEHE." T. Rex licked his lips. "WHY NOT USE LITTLE SAILOR FOR PRACTICE?"

"Look at the time!" Spike squeeked, removing his hand from his underwear, and bolting up out of his chair. "Golly, look at theeeee time. I forgot, I gotta go do that...thing I was gonna do. I'll catch yous guys later!"

Channelling his hockey-playing instincts, Robbie rolled out of the ring ahead of Spike, sliding to the door and taking a grappling stance. He cracked his knuckle against his other hand. "Going somewhere, pup?"

Spike gulped. He knew his goose was cooked when Robbie called him 'pup', with that flirty-but-bulling way of his. "Aw, Robbie, you know I'm a fan! I just need to go-"

Spike felt something poke him in the back. Hot, wet, breath on his back made his blood run cold. A wet, slimy tongue ran up one side of his neck, while a heavy claw dug into his soft, white flesh on the other side. He gulped again, seeing Robbie's smile turn ice cold.

"NOT GOING ANYWHERE, MEAT. HEHEHE." 

"No! No! Nooo!!!!" Was all Spike could let out, before the air in his lungs was pushed out by a tight, suffocating reverse bearhug on behalf of T. Rex, dragging him back to the ring like a serial killer. Robbie, his hands behind his neck like a casual observer, followed in close pursuit.

"B-but I can't do spellbreaking right now!" Spike protestested, kicking wildly. "I have my clothes on!"

"Don't worry, little bro," Icewolf said, burying his nose into Spike's crotch as Rex lifted Spike up into position. Robbie took a deep, invasive sniff. "Mmmm. Smells like fresh meat, Rex!"

"WILL TASTE GOOD TOO," Rex replied, squeezing Spike even harder, and rubbing the front of his trunks against Spike's bubble butt. "WE DOUBLE TEAM THIS BOY?" Rex threw Spike over his shoulder, clear across the ropes.

Spike landed on his front, and it was only for his falling know-how that he didn't slam his pretty face into the canvas and knock out his teeth! Still, the combo of T. Rex's bear hug and his toss was enough to take the momentum out of him. 

Though, it did activate his glyph.

Robbie and Rex wasted no time sliding into the ring or jumping over the ropes, like two pack animals ready to joyously tear their prey apart. "FUCK YEAH!" Robbie hollered, bringing his boot down on Spike's butt. "It's GO time, team!"

"Why I outta'!" Scrappy Spike barked back. He wasn't gonna' just take this lying down...er...on his stomach! He made a fist, ready to wallop either of his pal's handsome faces (masked or no).

Rex got to him first. But it was a creative assault. Spile didn't event realize what he was doing, as the Dino Daddy grabbed the front of his shirt with his hands, pulling the fabric to either side.

"HOPE THIS SHIRT NOT IMPORTANT!"

"It's my gym shirt!" Spike squeeked. But it was too late. Fabric ripped from his body like paper, exposing his pale, model-like torso. 

"WOAHHHHH!" Robbie and Rex said in unison, both of them licking their chops.

I really am fresh meat! Spike thought, as it dawned on him that he was completely outmatched! 

Rex dug back into Spike with a vengeance, gripping him around the back and pulling him into a sweaty, painful bearhug. He took the opportunity to push his knuckles into Spike's tender spine, jumping up and down to pile on the pressure. Spike grit his teeth, buckling against the brutal squeeze.

"I BREAK TOY!" Rex growled. "MORE SCARED. MORE TASTY!"

"Q-quit it," Spike whined. Though, in truth, he didn't mind it.

"WHY SPIKE NOT LIKE BIG MUSCLE BEAR HUG AGAINST SEWATY CHEST IF HIS COCK SO HARD!" T. Rex growled, now gyrating his own bulge against the front of Spike's jeans. "TASTY, TASTY SPIKE! *nom*"

Now it was Spike's turn to get chomped on the neck by the king of dinosaurs! Far from a vicious attack, however, Rex nibbled and licked Spike's neck, deliberatley turning him on. Between being forced into a rough embrace, and having his neck nerves lit up at once, Spike experienced an endorphon explosion. His eyes rolled back into his head. He sincerely hoped he wouldn't pass out from the pain before he maximied his pleasure.

"Hey, Rexy!" Icewolf sneered, squaring up like a goalie ready to take on a shot, "Don't hog the stud! Hand him over to his favorite bro!" Arms wide open, Icewolf was ready to receive!"

Rex was happy to toss Spike throw the hair, a human hockey puck on a collision course with a vicious defense.

"Wolfie's got ya!" Robbie roared, intertwining Spike inside the cage of his muscles. Robbie's bear hug was even worse than Rex's! Spike thought his teeth might break from gritting down. "Awwww what's a matter, chief? Gonna wet yourself, little boy?"

Spike couldn't protest! All the air had been driven out of his lungs by the double bear hug assault. He thought he might even pass out at any moment.

Thankfully, Robbie was slightly more merciful than his tyrannically counterpart. He eased up, and began thrusting and gyrating on Spike's vulnerable bulge. "You like this, pup, don't ya? I saw you stroking it to us. You like our muscles, huh, is that it?"

"N-no," Spike whined.

"Yeah, you do! You like it when Wolfie humps ya, don't ya! Hahaha!" Robbie, unable to resist, forced his mouth onto Spike's.

And Spike, unable to resist the taste of sweaty, muscle jock, tongued him back. He gave in to his carnal impulses, returning Wolfie's bulge rubbing with his own. Both of them were tenting now. Hockey stick against hockey stick.

"That's my little bro from another hoe," Robbie said softly, removing his prying lips from his prey. "You want this, don't you? You want a big bad wolf and dino to make you moan?"

"Fuck, I do," Spike said with a lustful sigh. There was no use hiding it, right?

Rex, gracelessly rubbing the front of his own trunks, chimed in. "YOU WILL HAVE TO EARN IT. THE PRICE...IS PAIN!"

More pain, more pleasure, Spike thought. But he couldn't let them know that!

"Well, since you like muscles so much," Robbie began. "How about a taste?"

Icewolf embraced Spike tightly, nibbling on his neck, the sensation distracting Spike from the reality that was the himbo hockey player tightening his grip on Spike's lower back, bear hugging (or wolf hugging) him tightly. Spike reared his head back, cringing from the compression, but found his pretty blond head pressed forward down, hard, by Rex's claw-like grip. Spike's face was forcefully buried into the sweaty valley of Icewolf's pecs.

Icewolf bristled at his prey's touch. "Lick it like a good pup," he commanded. "Are you a good pup?"

Spike's tongue worked ahead of his brain. He lapped Robbie like a treat, tongue gliding over his hard nipples and the crest of his pecs. "I'm such a good pup," the younger spellbreaker said. He was almost embarrassed at how hard he was, and the amount of precum he was likely leading down his pants. Thankfully, they were still on.

Or so he thought. Rex yanked them off, not shy about digging his claws into Spike and leaving behind traces of deep red. Animalistic and grunting, Rex pulled them off his catch while Robbie hoisted Spike into the air with his iron grip, earning another moan from the poor sailor stud.

Rex wasn't shy about burying his face, mask and all, into Spike's wedgied up bubble butt either. 

Blushing, as well as bruised, Spike looked down at Robbie, sneering at him. "Aww, don't worry, bud. My friend here is just saying hello. How's he taste, eh?"

Rex's long tongue trailed up Spike's back, up to his neck, where he gnawed on him again. "EAT YOU ALIVE, LITTLE ONE."

"Fuck," Spike moaned, ready to tap out from pleasure and pain. "But what if I want to eat."

"YOU HAVE POINT! HEHEHE. FEED LITTLE DINO. LITTLE DINO NEED EAT TOO."

Next thing Spike knew, he was free out Robbie's wolf grip. He breathed, his back soar. But relief didn't last long (nor breath) before his face was buried deep in T. Rex's musky, Jurassic pits. His other harm held Spike in a half bear-hug, doing the work on his upper back.

Spike breathed in his man/beast scent, licking his pits. "Oh fuck, T. Rex. Oh yeah..."

"GOOD. YOU TAKE IN SCENT. REX MARK YOU LIKE TERRITORY."

"Speaking of which," Robbie said, yanking Spike free like a beast ripping back his portion from a fellow hunter, "Show a big pup how his little pup bro greet him."

He threw Spike to the mat. Dizzy with oxygen deprivation and musk, Spike looked up just in time to see a Robbie's brief covered hockey butt hovering inches from his face. Slowly, and somewhat goofily, Robbie swivelled his hips and pulled down his trunks, revealing a mint-colored jock strap and a certified hockey muscle butt. Spike, who considered himself the 'peach prince' was both jealous and honored. Even more so when all of that ass smothered his face slowly.

Spike kept on his feast. If they were going to treat him like a pup, then he was going to show them that he could dig in with the best of 'em.

Icewolf's eyes rolled back into his head. "Ohhhhh damn, Rexy. He just reversed my move."

Rex smiled. "Hehehe. Spike hungry."

Completely smothered and covered by all of the hockey hunk's best features, Spike held out his hand and gave Rex a thumbs up.

"Damn, when is he coming up for air?" Robbie moaned. He had underestimated his foe. "Okay, I'm sitting back now. You get in there in full, little bro."

"Mmmff!!!"

Spike began to thrash his legs and arms, as Robbie leaned back harder, pushing himself into Spike's face.

"Whining?" Icewolf, regaining the upper hand, a. sked. "Oh no, little pup. You might need to go into the Penalty Box for that."

Before he could pass out, Spike, covered in the masculine scent of two men, found his neck clamped down and forced into the jock's pits. Icewolf's dragon sleeper submission was as humiliating as it was brutal. Spike wasn't sure if his neck would break first or he'd pass out.

"That's right," Robbie said, pawing at Spike's giant bulge in his underwear. "I'll put my scent on you here too. Mark my territory." As his prey stuggled for air and relief, Robbie yanked down Spike's trunks, letting the pinup stud's second best feature free. Robbie's eyes grew large and hungry. "WOOOAH! Spikey, you're a thick little stud."

"MMMFFF..." Spike moaned weakly.

In total control now, Robbie gave Spike's seven-inch wonder a few strokes, turning his pain into pleasure. Like a hungry dog, Rex pushed his hand inside and swallowed Spike's girth whole, slurping and sucking on him like a creature starved of water.

It wasn't fair, Spike thought, moments away from tapping out. He was going to pass out just as he was about to reach peak pleasure.

Fortunately, the dino daddy interceded on his behalf. He growled at his fledgling tag buddy. "GRRR! WOLFIE! DO NOT PUT HIM OUT! HE CANNOT HAVE FUN IF HIM K.O!"

Robbie rolled his eyes. "Ugh, fine." He dropped a blue-faced and red-throated Spike to the canvas. "You're free, I guess."

"Let's remove these," Rex said, softly, ripping off Spike's underwear. The kid was out of it!

"We'll join in," Robbie said with a wink, taking off his jock and showing off his fat cock to his admirers.

Rex licked his lips. "We are big men, huh?" He tugged his briefs off. The largest of the three, Rex's uncut cock swang pendulously, making even authentic sluts like Robbie blushed.

Spike, dazed, bruised, and in pain, wasn't sure if he was in hell or in heaven. Like Tantalus, trapped between sweet waters and sweeter fruit, he couldn't move his neck up to take in either Rex or Wolf's lengths. 

"Look at that." Robbie said, turning Spike over. "Let's finish him with that cute bubble butt up." Indeed, Spike's best asset was a the bubble butt to end all other bubble butts--two perfectly sculpted spheres of soft, pink flesh. "Jaws of the Predators!"

Both Robbie and Rex wrapped their tree trunk legs around Spike, with Robbie's hocky legs taking is neck, and Rex's beastly thighs trapping Spike's mid section in a vice. Rex tugged on Spike's legs, and Robbie held back his arms so he couldn't escape.

"Ugggnnnn," Spike moaned, feeling both neck and back buckle under pressure. This was easly one of the worst (and hottest submissions) he had ever been placed in!

Thankfully, these heels were more merciful than most. "You give, cutie?" Robbie asked.

"YES! I GIVE!" There was no shame in it, Spike thought. He just knew if he passed out, he wouldn't be able to enjoy what happened next!

Triumphant in their takedown, Rex and Robbie planted their respective boots on Spike's still-sore back, drawing out another sharp cry from their defeated prey. Robbie and Rex both flexed their biceps for each other, with Rex giving Robbie a savage chest bump.

Then, a more tender, but animalistic kiss. The studs and opponent's knew their bodies. Hands travelled across sculpted, copper-colored muscles. Cocks rutted against each other, growing more swollen. Precum dripped on Spike's prone back like drops of rain.

The three men were so horned up, that all of them knew instinctually that they would not last long. Rex and Robbie took turns eating out Spike's hole, making the blond moan yet again (in far better circumstances) Greedy, Rex and Robbie pushed each other away, fighting over their meat, burying their face in. They made a contest of whose tongue could go in deeper, and make Spike moan harder.

Meanwhile, Spike, overcome with endorphins, entered a soporific trance. All is forgiven, he thought, drooling to himself as hunks ate him quite literally alive. He felt a wet puddle under his pelvis. He wouldn't even need to touch himself for long before he spilled everywhere. 

Rex wiped his face, and took the lead in bringing Spike to his feet by yanking on his sweaty, matted hair. "Heheh. WE GIVE HIM REAL FINISHING MOVE NOW."

Robbie lifted the entranced Spike up by the chin and kissed him hard and deep, exploring and violating his mouth with his tongue. "He's like our little sex toy," he said, wrapping his arms around Spike from the front, while Rex took the back. Both studs began grinding their meat on Spike, with Rex probing and teasing the crevasse of his ass cheeks, while Robbie's cock had its own wrestling match with Spike's. "Feel good, getting humped and rubbed on by two muscle studs?"

"Y-yes, Spike moaned." 

The two beasts were relentless. They humped and grinded on their prey, muscles tensing and flexing, coating Spike in their jock sweat. It was too much for Spike to bear.

"Oh shit," he cried out, "I'm gonna cum hard."

"Right there with you, pup," Robbie said, squinting. "Ohhh fuck." 

Like dual fountains, Spike and Robbie creamed at the same time, with Spike a consistent dribble, and Robbie's load thick and ropey. A small puddle formed near their feet, as they finished off with making out savagely, giving way to the beast within.

At the apex of his pleasure, Spike turned and looked at Rex. "Come on, Daddy. Mark your boy."

Rex did as told. "Right...against...your cute butt." He grunted and thrusted, wetting Spike's back with waves of cum.

All three men found themselves against the ropes, leaning back and falling into each other's arms with sighs and contented laughter. Spike, in the middle, cuddled by two mountains of muscle, received plenty of reassuring kisses, neck nibbles, and soft caresses. He felt like the real winner of this match.

That was until Robbie, with a mischievous glint, pointed to the puddle (pool, really) of milky white fluid in the center of the ring. "Loser has to clean up!"

Spike bit his lip, looking at the mess of his own making. "Aw, man! No fair!"

The End