Thanks to @@penguinwolf for this request that got me very inspired: “I don’t have a finisher per say but I think a match between the bull and the horse would be interesting. I think that since the bull is the biggest character and he might be used to sexual acts behind the scenes as a wrestler I think he’d be the one fighter that could handle the horse’s dick. With his finishing move failing he’d have to get creative with offing him.” To @@HandofBlades for the size theft request. It’s my first time writing this kink, so I hope I do ok. And to @@BrokenReflection who asked for more cock TF. ************************************ Setting: Gym After Dark The horse and bull were the last two people in the downtown gym. It was late, but both had the privilege of after-hours use. The horse wore his usual jeans and tank top as he beat on a punching bag. The bull worked the weight machines in his blue singlet with a set of thin basketball shorts over them, his thick cock a bulging silhouette under the two layers of fabric. Something about the bull ticked him off. Maybe the clatter of the machine, or the way his muscles bulged as he lifted. The horse was going to be picking a fight tonight. The street fighter finished his reps on the bag and pulled up his tank top, stripping it off to wipe his face and torso of sweat as he walked over to the bull. The bull noticed his approach and stopped his reps, releasing the machine’s straps to turn and look the horse over. The wrestler’s eyes traveled over the horse’s thick pecs and cut abs, and eyed his happy trail, wondering what lay at the end of it. “Your ass hungry for a real man’s cock?” The bull taunted, wanting to get a rise out kf the horse. As the bull intended, the horse puffed out his chest and tensed his abs, putting on a display that had the bull hardening under his singlet. “The only thing my ass needs is a mouth worshipping it,” the horse responded, “then my cock’ll take its turn.” “I’m no one’s fuck boy to booty call,” the bull growled. The horse’s eyes flicked over the bull’s abs, singlet stretched tight enough to be painted on. “I’ll wrestle ya for it. Winner gets the loser's mouth.” “Don’t play for stakes that low. You wanna wrestle me, prepare to not survive to see sunrise.” The horse shivered in excitement at the bull’s words. “Perfect.” The bull held the horse’s gaze for a few moments, gauging his foe. He nodded and stood, slipping off his pants to stand in his singlet, cock hard down a leg of it. He turned and walked to the corner wrestling mats. The streetfighter followed the wrestler, both kicking off their shoes and pulling off socks to stand barefoot on the circle, each at their line in the ring. “Think you can beat me huh?” The bull taunted, hardening as he watched his foe anger. “Gonna try pull a punch on me? It won’t work; you’ll just make yourself look like a bitch.” The horse huffed out a breath, then fell into a wrestling stance. “Ya think you can keep ‘m interested with a rassle? I aged out of those in elementary. I’ve fought on the streets fer a real challenge. Y’sure YOU have a chance against ME?” The bull grinned as he shifted low into his stance as well. A moment later they charged and locked up, starting a grueling wrestling match. No hold was off limits. The horse was the first to grab for his opponent’s balls, but regretted it when the inscenced bull lifted him up in a crotch lift and slammed his head into the floor. The dazed horse felt his jeans ripped at the ass and growled in rage. The bull only pinned his shoulders, but the street fighter was too proud to kick the bull in the head and give the wrestler the satisfaction of being proved right. The horse hissed as the bull began to finger his ass, moaning as the wrestler stretched it out. “One,” the bull said, “just where you want to be, huh?” The horse moaned and yelped, trying to get free, but the fingers spreading his ass and the hand on his shoulders were unforgiving as the bull toyed with him, soon reaching a ten count. Then the bull suddenly pulled his fingers out, and the horsed gasped as he was let free. His hard cock strained his torn jeans, and the air on his ass was a distraction that the horse could ill afford as he turned to see the bull take the dominant position in the referee’s start. The horse tsks, but plays along, stripping his ripped jeans off to stand in a jockstrap that bulged obscenely with his cock, barely held together. The bull stripped as well, revealing a pair of compression shorts that clung to his cock and balls, keeping them in place. The wrestler’s hard length down his against his right leg, cock long enough to poke free when he moved, the head down by the bull’s knee. The horse looked over his opponent, having something to prove now, he went on hands and knees and shivered in an uncharacteristically submissive acknowledgement of the bull’s hand slipping around his waist. The bull leaned forward, pressing his chest to the horse’s back while grinding his lycra clad bulge against the horse’s hole, taunting, “looks like you know how to wrestle. Good. It’ll make snuffing you all that much better.” The horse growled back, “ya got lucky the firs-time. I’m gonna be the one jacking over yer dead body.” The horse shifted in the bull’s grip and they started the second round. The bull was cocky and focused on taunting, getting a full nelson he didn’t use as a pin just to grind his fully hard shaft against the horse’s ass. The horse struggled out of it, breaking the arm hold. He rolled over to try and force the bull off, but ended up with the bull’s crotch humping his face. They struggled in the hump, the bull nearly bucked off of his opponent a few times before the horse wrapped his arms around the bull’s waist. The street fighter rallied, and with a growl rolled them over so that he was the one on top, spinning to go face to face with the bull. But the wrestler bridged up, bucking the horse off, and the street fighter rolled away. The two fighters got to their feet to circle each other, feinting lunges to try and catch the other off guard. The bull tacked in for real, and the horse was ready, ducking low to get behind him and lock him up in a full nelson to do his own grinding. The bull moaned, his cock hardening as the horse rubbed against him. The street fighter growled as he used the nelson to eventually force the wrestler to his knees. “Looks like a’m stronger than ya.” He taunted. The bull shook himself in the horse’s grip, almost forcing the street fighter’s fingers apart, but it didn’t work. The horse grinned as the bull tired himself out, both of them bulging their muscular shoulders and tightening their cores as they struggled in the hold. The wrestler eventually panted to hang limply in the horse’s grip. The street fighter grinned and dropped his hold to let the bull crumple to the mat, his sweaty body landing hard on the mat. The horse rolled the bull over and grabbed him by the ankles. The street fighter then walked forward to sit on the wrestler’s slick chest as his arms tugged the bull’s feet forward and over the bull’s head, hooking them on his long horns to trap him in the schoolboy pin. The horse grinned as he tugged out his cock, taunting, “open wide,” jamming it into the bull’s mouth till the wrestler nearly gagged. The horse groaned as the bull’s tongue lapped at his long shaft, worshipping its head before the horse thrust in deeper to take the bull’s throat. The horse didn’t count to get his pin, instead he fucked the bull’s throat, watching how it shifted around his thick meat. The wrestler grew hard, worshipping the largest cock he had ever come across. It nearly jabbed down his windpipe during a few thrusts before it sunk further down his throat. The bull moaned, submitting to the feelings of the horse’s cock claiming his throat, sucking and lapping at it while the street fighter pinned his shoulders and legs. The horse cursed and taunted as he fucked the wrestler, expecting to get another snuff, but the bull only stimulated him further, and the horse bucked his hips faster, groaning as another fighter coaxed him to release. The horse moaned as he came, body going limp from the pleasure rushing through him. The wrestler moaned in satisfaction, cumming himself and messing his compression shorts as he drank down the street fighter’s load. He felt the horse’s knees lose their pressure on his shoulders and bent upward enough that the horse’s cock slid out of his mouth as the fighter slid back to rest on his abs, ass teasing the bull’s damp shorts. The bull smiled as he licked the horse’s seed from his mouth, licking up the last of it. He shoved the street fighter off of him easily while he was still dazed from climaxing. The bull got to his feet, and took off his cum stained compression shorts as the horse’s wits returned to him. The street fighter gaped at the bull in shock; no one had ever survived his cock before. The horse moaned, his balls churning at the discovery that his move wasn’t infallible. The wrestler was a formidable foe. The bull posed for his downed opponent, getting off and goading his balls back to life from the way the street fighter watched him with awe. The bull’s cock was half hard by the time thd horse remembered the rules of this fight, and he scowled, ripping off his jockstrap as he surged to his feet. The horse chucked the ripped fabric away as the smiling and nude bull got on all fours, teasing the streetfighter with his ass. The horse growled and got into position to start the third and final pin of their fight. The fighters contested each other’s moves, sweat and pre slicking them as they grappled for control. The horse managed to lock on a chicken wing at one point that had the bull moaning in pain as the street fighter nearly dislocated the wrestler’s arm. When the bull struggled free of it, he wrapped the horse up into a spine screaming bow and arrow hold, the horse’s leg tugged hard behind the bull’s neck. The contest of holds continued, each fighter sqirming free with their sweat soaked bodies to use a new hold to try to break the stalemate, both kneeling, their arms gripping each other’s shoulders. Bull finisher The horse grunted as the bull rolled him onto his back into a 69. The street fighter snarled at his opponent, giving the bull the opportunity to shove his thick shaft in and down the street fighter’s throat. The horse gagged, unused to taking such thickness as the wrestler locked his legs around the horse’s head to keep him in place, willingly beginning to suck the horse in return. The horse growled and shot his legs up to do the same, and the fighter’s locked together, their legs keeping their opponent’s heads on their shafts. The horse didn’t realize he should have been trying to get out of the hold, too sure his body could take the bull’s shaft. But he could have done nothing even if he knew to try, lack of air already weakening his leg grip on the bull’s thick neck. The wrestler, however, did notice, and his balls tightened as he registered his opponent’s body start fading. The horse belatedly realized something was wrong as they sucked each other off. His lungs burned as he sucked the bull, but the bull seemed more than capable of taking his shaft. His balls tightened as the bull kept vacuum suction on his shaft, while he was forced to gag and cough as the bull’s meat went deeper into his throat. The wrestler toyed with the street fighter’s balls, pecs grinding against the horse’s abs, nipples hard as he felt the horse’s body begin to convulse beneath his. The horse writhed as his body lost air, the weight of the bull on him keeping that too thick cock down his throat. The street fighter’s corded muscle uselessly ground against the bull’s chiseled form as his legs kicked and spasmed. The wrestler continued to toy with his balls, making the rapidly fading brawler moan before the bull speared his ass again with two fingers, punching his prostate hard to force climax. The horse shouted, impaled at both ends, and came into the bull’s thirsty maw. The bull drank down the horse’s seed and moaned as he reached his climax. The street fighter jolted and gurgled as cum filled his mouth and throat, preventing him from breathing as it began flooding his oxygen deprived lungs. The bull came long, pumping shot after shot down to fill the horse’s lungs full as the fighter’s movements slowed and eventually stilled. The bull grinned. The wrestler was triumphant, and had a nice toy out of it. The horse’s cock and balls would be a great trophy to add to his championship case. Horse Finisher The horse pressed forward, toppling the bull to his back. Their cocks ground against each other as the street fighter pinned the wrestler’s shoulders to the mat as his hard cock speared his asss. The bull groaned and struggled, but could not shift the horse, cocks hardening as the street fighter pressed in deeper, counting, “One!” The bull whimpered, pre dripping from his shaft as, two, three, four times the horse’s cock smashed into his prostate. The wrestler groaned, at last submitting to the other fighter as his hips bucked with the ninth thrust, losing the third pin and shooting his load over his hard abs. The horse wasn’t satisfied though, cock nowhere near hard enough to feel satisfied. The street fighter took his arms off the bull’s shoulders, and swung hard fists into the wrestler’s face, feeling his cock further harden as he got himself off on beating up his foe. The wrestler’s face was a swollen and bloody mess, but it still wasn’t enough. So the horse pounded the bull’s gut, stimulating his cock through the bull’s reddening abs, breaking them down till the wrestler dry heaved, spilling saliva onto the mat as the horse’s gut punch caused him to convulse with coughs. A few more hits to the bull’s broken abs sent the horse over, painting the wrestler’s mangled insides with his cum. The street fighter pulled out and fondled the wrestler’s balls with one hand as the other curled into a fist. “Yer ass is mine, and yer cock is too now. I beat y’at yer own game, and proved I’m the best fighter around, wrassling or otherwise…” The horse punched the bull’s balls as he spoke, their pouch first going red, then deforming under his blows. The bull whimpered as he felt his balls lose their shape, squashing under a fist and popping all together, sending a shot of red tinted cum from his cock. The street fighter grinned as the wrestler screamed. The horse rose to grip the bull’s neck, and dragged him back to standing. The street fighter grunted and roared as he lifted the beaten wrestler off the floor. His arms shook for a moment before he locked them, the bull weakly kicking his legs as his arms tried to grip the horse’s biceps. Gravity tugged the bull and he gagged and whimpered, throttled by his own weight pulling his body down while his neck remained in place, the erotic power of the lift sending jolts of pain and deep pleasure through his cock as it tried to force his popped balls to tighten. The horse grinned and hardened, watching the wrestler’s chest buck and seize from lack of air as his arms flopped to hang still. A few moments later, the bull’s cock shot a weak wad of pre that spattered on the victorious fighter’s abs. The horse dropped his hold to let the snuffed wrestler’s body flop to the mat. He stood, chest heaving from exertion as he regarded his kill. The bull had been a challenge to beat, and he now understood the impulse to take trophies. The horse sat upon the bull’s chest to grip the bull’s horns to regard the face he broke. “Your head would look great mounted to my wall…” the horse muttered, brushing a long lock of ginger hair away from his trophy’s swollen eyes, “cock too…” his hand rubbed over the wrestler’s muscled core, “hrm… like these too.” The horse grinded his shaft against the wrestler’s pecs and abs till he shot hard, marking his kill as his pride only grew. The fighter said, “guess I’ll just take all of ya. I know a few guys who’ll make you a lot of fun fer me…”. Alternate Finishers Horse finisher The wrestler moaned 69’ed by the horse. The bull may have stood up to the girth of the horse, but the horse’s mouth and tongue were surprisingly adept as a hand cupped the wrestler’s balls to tease them as well. He tried to fight back against the pleasure, but the horse had him, and the bull moaned around the horse’s cock as he came in the street fighter’s mouth. A few light squeezes of the bull’s balls while sucking hard to milk out the bull’s leaking shaft left the wrestler docile. The horse pulled his cock from the bull’s mouth to let it leave wet trails of saliva down between the bull’s pecs as he crawled further down to lick and kiss the bull’s hole, recognizing the wrestler as a worthy opponent. The bull whimpered, his cock still hard with arousal, and the horse took that as the signal to roll the bull over and onto his belly so that he could turn around and hotdog his cock between the bull’s muscular glutes. The horse moaned as he further slicked the wrestler’s taint his cock throbbing as he at last shoved the head of his cock into the bull’s ass. Both fighters moaned as the horse started fucking the slightly larger male. The bull shivered, feeling his horns begin to shrink as he put his last bit of effort into resisting. But the horse wasn’t taking any chances, and wrapped his arms around the bull’s throat in a sleeper as he pumped his shaft deeper into the wrestler. The bull gurgled as he was fucked, his heavy shaft leaking hard as his hands gripped the horse’s shaft, but the horse’s cock is already changing him, as the bull’s ginger hair sheds off, leaving only pale skin behind. The wrestler whimpers, his body hypersensitive; the rubbing of his nipples against the wrestling mat enough to have him desperate to shoot, but the bull won’t cum, and he doesn’t know why till he realizes that his large cock has been absorbed by his body. The bull doesn’t last long after that, screaming through the choke on his neck till all that’s left is a leaking cockhead with the same girth as the bull’s neck. The horse keeps his choke hold on his now giant shaft, rolling off of it to sit cross legged on the floor. The horse turns his body sideways to look at himself in the mirrors as he lets go of the choke on his cock to cum hard, roaring as the shot spatters the far wall’s mirrors, leaving a trail of seed across three wrestling mats. Bull finisher The bull knelt over the horse, thrusting down and into the horse’s throat. The wrestler’s knees hooked around the horse’s arms near the armpit to keep them up. The street fighter’s hands were pinned under his head, making it impossible to dislodge his foe. The bull’s hands teased the horse’s abs and cock. He was tempted to pull out to sit on the horse’s face to smother him, but he decided to use a different tool at his disposal. The street fighter tried to bite down on the wrestler's shaft, but a squeeze to his balls forced a scream of pain from the stallion. His prized orange sized balls were in another male’s grip, and his mouth was choked with cock. He groaned as a shudder went through his body as his orbs were mashed in the bull’s grip. But something was wrong. His balls felt smaller as the bull squeezed him, making him cry out, the cock in his throat seeming to grow. The horse kicked his legs and bucked his hips, but nothing worked against the bull as his muscles lost definition, breaking free becoming more difficult each second as the bull bulked up on the horse's stolen muscle. Soon, the weakened horse’s throat was suddenly stuffed too tight with cock, and his brain, unable to get blood, faded to blackout as the bull pulled in the last of the horse’s strength. The wrestler came in the withered neck of his opponent, the powerful shot bloating the horse’s sunken gut. The bull pulled out of the horse’s mouth, then once standing stomped down on the street fighter’s skull crushing it to dust as if it were a tumbleweed. The bull grinned, feeling up his new muscle mass as he swaggered away from his prey to look over his powerful body and longer, thicker cock in the mirrors that lined the walls of the gym.