"The champion Sven Lonning is down! His challenger Marco Caruso gets the final point by fall and wins the match."

The announcer's muffled voice rang in Sven's ears, confirming what he already knew. The match was over, and the wolverine's fighting spirit shattered into a million pieces. He had lost his title for the first time in five years and was about to face the consequences of his defeat.

Right now, the wolverine was buried under a literal mountain of muscle, the heavy, sweaty body of his opponent, the black tiger Marco. The feline had successfully managed to put him in a half-nelson and had flipped him onto his back, pinning him down with the entire weight of his upper body while holding his head in a tight lock. As soon as his defeat was clear, the tiger released him from the oppressive hold and gave Sven a moment to catch his breath.

But the former champion's freedom was short-lived. Marco had only gotten up to reposition himself. Without wasting another second, the tiger straddled Sven's chest and shoved his sweat-soaked red jockstrap right into his face, smothering him with the rapidly swelling bulge. The defeated wolverine groaned as drops of sweat dripped onto his muzzle, leaving a tangy, salty taste on his lips, and every breath he took was rank with the feline's musky stench.

"I've been waiting to do this for a long time, you smug bitch. Months and months of training, but now, it's payback time," Marco snickered. A triumphant grin grew on his dark face as he ogled Sven with hungry eyes. Rocking his hips back and forth, he rubbed more of his heavy musk and sweat into the wolverine's face while flexing for the audience, stoking the masses with his bulging muscles and shining black fur. He had robbed Sven of his title, and now it was time to rob him of his dignity in front of everyone, including the television cameras. The entire world would learn that the champion had fallen.

After reveling in the cheers and applause for another minute, Marco returned his attention to the beaten wolverine. "I think that's enough teasing. Wouldn't want to neglect my prize, would I?" The tiger reached behind his butt and quickly unlocked the straps of his jock, pulling it away and tossing it into the crowd with a single swing. An ecstatic cry emerged from the ranks as a lucky guy caught the priceless gift. However, the piece of soaked, musky fabric couldn't compare to the glorious black cock that flopped on Sven's face. A massive slab of uncut meat, the wet dream of at least half of the audience, and the ultimate symbol of his defeat. He knew that the image of more than a foot of cock leaking pre and sweat all over his face would decorate more than a few title pages in the weeks to come.

As if the penis in his face wasn't humiliating enough, the tiger shuffled forward and teased Sven with his bloated nuts before burying him under his heavy ass. Everything went black, and the sounds of the raving masses were muffled by a pair of crushing thighs. Adding insult to injury, Marco got himself a bottle of fresh, cool water from one of the referees while the only thing Sven got was a muzzleful of salt and musk as his opponent's sweaty anus kissed his lips. A potent, masculine flavor flooded his taste buds and made his head spin, triggering the most embarrassing reaction and making him rock-hard in no time.

"Are you enjoying yourself this much already? Color me surprised. I didn't take you for such a butt slut," Marco sneered and brushed his tail over Sven's growing bulge, teasing him with his own depraved arousal. The last scraps of the former champion's authority vanished into thin air, and he yielded to his victorious opponent and his own swelling lust. Yes, he was a gigantic butt slut, and with an offer as tempting and delicious as Marco's tailhole, he couldn't help but open his muzzle and circle his tongue around it in a wet welcome. Another gush of intoxicating flavors stirred Sven's craving even more, and he just kept going, licking the tasty ring in a greedy frenzy.

"Oh, fuck! I really didn't expect this. Looks like you're having a lot of fun eating my ass," Marco snorted in surprise, biting his lower lip and grunting with growing pleasure. His words were oil on the raging fire of lust that consumed Sven, and they made him go even faster and harder. He eagerly shoved his wet muscle deep into the tiger's ass and began to tongue-fuck him with horny passion while his victorious opponent started to move his hips, grinding his anus against his greedy muzzle and riding his face with the entire weight of his beefy body.

After humping Sven for another blissful minute, Marco called it with a raunchy chuckle. "Alright, that's enough for now, butt boy. Time to return the favor and give you a big cream filling." The black tiger rose from Sven's chest, pausing for a moment to really rub in how much bigger, stronger, and better he was as he towered over the wolverine in all his musclebound glory.

Eventually, the teasing turned into action. Using his professional moves in reverse, Marco reached under the wolverine's thigh and around his neck and threw him back on his belly. Sven wheezed as he smacked into the ground and his voice rising to a horny whine as the tiger grabbed his tail and pulled it away from his butt. Then, he forcibly spread his firm buttocks and spat on his exposed asshole. As if this moment wasn't already humiliating enough! And yet, having not suffered defeat in years, the abrupt and utter loss thrilled Sven more than he liked to admit because, for better or worse, he had finally found someone who could beat him.

One of the referees threw Marco a bottle of lube. The tiger casually caught it in mid-air, popped it open, and dumped half of it over the wolverine's butt. Sven grunted and shivered as the cool liquid ran into his crack and over his tight black anus. His grunt swelled into a dazed groan when his opponent unceremoniously shoved two fingers into his asshole and spread it open just enough to squirt the other half of the bottle right into his rectum. Not giving him any break, the tiger plunged his fingers knuckle-deep into him and pumped his rectum with reckless force and a dirty laugh, the obscene slurping of the finger-fuck mixing with the ecstatic cheers and shouts of the raving masses.

The tiger's fingering was almost too harsh to be fully enjoyable, and yet, every time his fingers punched into Sven's prostate, a spike of pleasure shot through his body and made him moan like a little bitch. Besides, he was happy about every bit of preparation and lube he got before he would inevitably take that tiger's colossal cock.

"You like the fingering, slut? Probably want more, don't you?" Marco snickered.

Sven grunted and rolled his eyes, but before he could respond, the tiger had taken his grunt as agreement. Withdrawing his fingers, Marco granted the wolverine a moment of peace, allowing Sven to catch his breath and steel himself before he grabbed his waist and aligned his fat tip with the defeated champion's loosened, dripping asshole. Then, without any warning, the tiger thrust forward, forcing Sven's sphincter wide open and shoving inch after inch into his tight depths.

The wolverine howled at the top of his lungs as the feline rammed his schlong into him, claiming his whole rectum in one fierce shove and pounding his prostate into utter submission. Where the fingers had only spawned an occasional flicker of pleasure, the overwhelming girth of the tiger's prick elicited a sparkling bonfire of stimulation, more than his sorry brain could handle. And yet, the sensation of the initial penetration was still nothing compared to the pounding that followed. The tightness of his wet, warm hole alone wasn't enough for the horny tiger. He needed more, and he began to hammer Sven's ass with reckless abandon. 

Within seconds, the wolverine's brain turned to mush, and he roared with pleasure. Every thrust, Marco rammed his cock a little deeper inside him, mercilessly breaking him in and subjugating him to his superior strength. Sven had found his match in the musclebound tiger, and as lust clouded and muddied his brain, he learned to fully appreciate the shift in power. Looking around, he could see all the cameras recording him from virtually every angle. The same mechanical eyes that had captured his numerous victories now showed his defeat in the highest fidelity. For the first time, he was on the receiving end, getting humiliated in front of thousands of watchers, and there was no way to undo the match or its outcome. He had lost his title and was now nothing more but the tiger's slut, a reward for his strength and superiority. This was his fate, and as soon as that realization struck him, a switch flipped in his brain. The last bits of his shame at his defeat vanished, and he embraced his new position. Staring right at one of the cameras, the wolverine's muzzle flopped open, and he began to moan with intense passion.

"Yes! Surrender to your victor! Let everybody hear how much you love my fat cock," Marco roared and bent over, wrapping an arm around Sven's neck and pulling him back up against his massive, sweaty chest. "Let's give them the show they deserve."

The black tiger sweated and grunted through gritted teeth as he fucked his willing slut even harder and forced the last few of his fifteen inches of fat, uncut cock meat into his tight ass. More than enough to visibly bulge Sven's ripped abdomen and make him lose it completely. The defeated champion moaned and howled, not caring one bit about his rapidly decaying image. He wasn't an immaculate hero anymore. He had been dethroned, and he had the unique opportunity and duty to make even his downfall the most remarkable imaginable. Even as he surrendered his title, he wanted to entertain the crowds the best he could, and it looked like it was working. The raving of the masses had acquired a lewd touch as they celebrated the defeat of the unbeatable. The rush of public humiliation even drew a few of the referees into its wake. Two of them started to fuck behind the tables like randy animals, and others jerked it in plain sight.

Sven winced when Marco suddenly licked his ear. Once the stronger male had gained his attention, he showed him his next trick. "Your jock looks like it's about to burst. Shall I lend you a paw?" he growled and slipped a finger under the wolverine's waistband, ripping it apart with a swipe of his claw. In a chain reaction, the rest of his jock exploded and unraveled his fat brown cock. It was a few inches smaller than the tiger's behemoth but still an impressive sight. Admittedly, a little less so at the moment, as it flailed around like a thin twig in the wind, stirred by his partner's excessive thrusts.

"But don't you dare touching yourself. Losers don't get to touch themselves," Marco added raunchily and held down Sven's paw. The wolverine whined in protest but complied, especially since he was pretty close anyway. His body was bursting at the seams with lust. Every thrust of the tiger's fat, thick schlong pummeled his prostate, distended his belly, and drowned his mind with stimulation, enriching his voice with slutty joy and pleasure before he ultimately broke under the endless onslaught.

The whole world watched as Sven succumbed to a powerful anal orgasm. He roared and howled at the top of his lungs as time slowed down around him. His balls tightened, his cock jumped, and the first squirt of cum erupted with immense force. A thick, milky rope shot high into the air and arched through the ring before hitting the lens of one of the cameras dead-center. But that was just the beginning, and the tiger's endless pounding wrenched even more semen out of his poor prostate, eliciting a huge torrent of sticky jizz. More and more strands rained down on the floor, painting it white with the messy goo. 

It wasn't long before the excessive eruption faded, and Sven's nuts were so dry that not even Marco's relentless thrusting could produce more than a trickle. "Fuck, you've nutted just from taking it in the ass? I underestimated you," the tiger cackled before pounding him even harder, making the wolverine squirm and struggle as he hammered his hypersensitive insides. "And now I'm gonna show you what a true orgasm looks like." Marco immediately put his words into action. He shafted his cock inside the wolverine and came with a deafening roar, churning up a massive load for his thoroughly defeated opponent. 

Bent back against the tiger, Sven's belly was fully exposed to the audience and the cameras. They could witness the feline's massive orgasm in its whole glory, from the throbbing cock distending the wolverine's trained midriff, the gurgling and sloshing of thick jizz as it rushed through his guts, and the growing bulge as he was bloated and inflated with cum. 

Marco's orgasm kept going with undiminished intensity for more than a minute. The tiger grunted and huffed directly into Sven's ear, lewdly licking his cheek as he continued to blast out semen like a loose fire hose, turning the wolverine from a seasoned fighter into a moaning cum-dump. 

Aroused by the sheer perversion and humiliation of Marco's superior load, Sven got hard again in no time. His cock swelled back to full mast, throbbing and dripping with pre as the tiger kept bloating and ruining him. But soon, even Marco's voluminous eruption came to an end. His nuts ran dry, and his squirts faded into a dribble.

"You're a lot of fun, slut," the tiger sighed and ran his paw over Sven's bloated belly, rounded and brimful with cum. Pushing the sloshing bulge and squeezing the wolverine's leaky cock, he teased a few more meager grunts and groans from the defeated male and toying with him in front of the mechanical eyes of the world. "Oh, how you've fallen. Just like all the others, you've finally been put into your place. Now you know what a stronger male feels like."

Sven didn't respond to the teasing, but the tiger's words sent a mighty shiver down his spine. For years, he had been better than everyone else, but now he had finally had his comeuppance. Thankfully, his steep fall from unmatched glory was cushioned by the fact that he had finally found someone on par with him, a worthy opponent who was at least as boastful as him.

The wolverine moaned and toppled over as the tiger pulled out of him, his fat schlong parting with an obscene slurp and a visceral pop, and before he could get back up, Marco reached for Sven's ass and spread his gaping, battered asshole for the cameras. The sight of the wolverine's ruined, leaking crater flashed on the countless monitors scattered around the arena as the tiger presented it like a lewd trophy, a sign of his accomplishment and ultimate victory. 

But even now, the tiger wasn't done with him. Marco moved behind Sven, pulled him on his knees, and draped his soaked cock and fat nuts over his shoulder. Another great image for the cover pages, another show of ultimate dominance and humiliation. But in a fit of wanton lust, Sven decided to give it a personal spin. With a naughty grin, he turned his head, grabbed Marco's black wang, and pressed it against his muzzle, kissing and licking it, having a taste of the tiger's cum and his own ass. The Defeated Champion Worships His Victorious Opponent's Sweaty Cock. How was that for a title?

"Fuck, you're really getting into this, aren't you?" Marco chuckled as he finally stepped back. He even offered Sven a paw to help him back on his feet. "You took the defeat pretty well, didn't you? Not that I'm complaining. That was the most fun win I've had in a long time."

"I can't wait to get my revenge and make you eat those words," Sven grunted with a crooked grin.

"We'll see about that, ex-champ. I've got the feeling that you're going to throw the next match just because you want more of my dick."

Sven blushed vigorously, and his words failed him as the tiger read him like an open book. Getting pounded by a guy much stronger than him, the first to actually defeat him in a match, turned him on like nothing else.

"However, that wouldn't be any fun. I want to beat you fair and square, break you and tear you apart while you're trying your best," the black tiger growled. "Just so you know, I'm gonna rail you every day until our next match so you don't get any cock withdrawal. Also, we don't have to stop there. How about I fuck your smug face in the showers and cram another nut into your stomach right now? Sounds good? Thought so!" Marco cackled and reached under the wolverine's butt, picking him up with ease and throwing him over his shoulders in another display of raw strength.

Sven's heart raced in his chest, and he almost burst with excitement as the hunky tiger carried him out of the ring and out of the arena like a cheap whore to fuck his face and hopefully pound him into submission again. Eventually, he would have to get back to training and make sure that he didn't lose the next time they met each other in the ring. For now, though, he could just wallow in his defeat. It was going to taint his image for the coming weeks whether he liked it or not anyway, so why not make the best out of it and fully relish the savage lust of a stronger, superior male?