Fratley is a Burmecian knight, an Azure Dragoon to be particular, who is eager to test his mettle in order to hone his own strength. Being a slender young man, one wouldn’t think he had such power against muscular adversaries - but they were wrong! Fratley possesses strength and amazing dexterity besides.
He is searching far and wide for an opponent and, today, it seems that his travels take him into what would seem to be another man's domain in the Mist Continent. 
Fratley looked around for a while - he couldn’t bare see anything at first due to the abundance of Mist coming from the Iifa Tree, but eventually it subsided to reveal a clear path within a forest. Once he reached that location, his eyes scoured over the tents, feeling grassy ground cautiously beneath him, his nose twitching from the breezy night air - searching for scent, which he most certainly found. A deep, and earthy scent run into his nostrils and he was likely to cough it up from its potency. But he didn’t want to expose himself like that, he needed to be sneaky and not get any adversaries on his tail!
Taking a few paces forward carefully, he turned a corner and found himself facing the backs of several helmeted men sitting around a campfire - the backs of which were tanned bronze and human.
Fratley thanked himself for his sneaking skills, for these men would surely pummel him into oblivion for intruding upon their domain. 
However, he found that his legs could not move. His eyes was attached to the scene before him. Judging by what he could see on the few men facing his front, these denizens of the tribe are muscular and hairy, clad in nothing but a skimpy loincloth - chuckling and laughing with the deep voices joining them.
“A tribe full of studs then,” Fratley said, stroking his cock from beneath his armor. He got so hard from the sight of them. If Fratley squinted closely, he could see the men’s heavy and full balls resting on the logs that they are sitting on, hanging low from the loincloth.
As he retreated back to the side of a tent, his angle allowed him to view what would presumably be the leading man of the tribe - since he's wearing a golden helmet. Notably, his muscular chest was covered in brown hair. Fully. He looked like an ape on his front; whereas all of the other men's pecs and big juicy nipples could be easily seen through the strands of coarse hair - his (the leader’s) was clearly not shaven or washed for that matter, as the musk that permeated the air was the very same scent he smelt when arriving here. 
“A worthy opponenet, indeed,” Fratley said, whispering to himself. He pondered his plan of action for a moment, but he decided that it’s best if he gets out of there as soon as possible in order to avoid conflict. As he snuck back to Burmecia, his heart turned cold once he felt a hand encircle his arm - a deep voice bellowing out:
“Where do you think you're going, Burmecian?”
Fratley put on a brave face, looking the helmeted knight in the… eyes?
Their eyes couldn’t be seen through their armor, instead it was simply glowing. 

“If these people are monsters, then they certainly are very sexy and humanoid ones…”
“That's Fratley, thank you very much.” He said, clearing his throat and trying to ignore the blush rising up in his face.
Another deep chuckle, 
“Oh, the very same knight that I heard so much about.”
His grip loosened, and the leader was expecting the dragoon knight to run away, but instead he stayed - stiff as a pole. 
“Relax. No harm will come to you. In fact, we look up to you.” He assured him by patting Fratley on the back.
Fratley was dumbfounded that such handsome and muscular men would ‘look up to him’, but the helmeted knight had no weapons in his hand to inflict harm on him - so he was not lying. Conflict was not going to happen today.

“Come morning, I would like to duel with you at this very same place - but, worry not, my subordinates will not watching. It will just be between me and you. Understand?”
Fratley gulped as he took in the form of the man - strongly built, no shortage of muscularity on him, his chest, arms and legs covered in manly brown/black hair.

“How fortunate, I was just looking for an opponent to train with - but…”
Fratley’s worried face was telling. 

“We look up to you for a reason. Though our strength is formidable indeed - you have other areas of expertise, do you not?”

Fratley nodded, his mouth drying up and cock getting hard again as he continued to look at the man. He couldn’t stop the blush as the man got closer to him, so that his hairy chest was scratching against his smooth and far more slender front - arousing Fratley to hardness immediately. 
“God, how am I going to explain this…?” 
Fratley could feel the man's thick flaccid cock through his loincloth that was brushing against him, and that just aroused the flustered furry even more, along with the warmth and scent of the other body. 
The man gave him a smirk, and knelt his head to smell Fratley’s neck deeply, then moved away. 
“Your musk is strong and libido high. You are quite the man, after all,” he said, chuckling and waving Fratley goodbye - leaving the Burmecian confused and completely erect.
“Wow… What a tribe.” 

All sorts of thoughts raced in his head as he headed back home, like why the guy was coming on to him?! Fratley always had feelings for other men, but he never made it known to anyone else but himself. He just chalked up his behaviour to culture differences. After all, there is still so much he has let to learn about the world… This is why he started travelling and training to get better - if not, then to help others in need, like the Cleyrans.
He quickly got back home and lied down on his bed, thinking about all that had transpired today - and before he knew it - he was off back to sleep. 

When dawn broke, he arrived back at the tribe’s land - the knight in question already waiting for him. Fratley first noticed that the man had discarded his loincloth - it was thrown to the dusty floor below him, leaving his uncut cock to dangle out and lightly throb in the air. The leader was hung, and all Fratley could focus on was the huge thatch of pubes above his mouth-watering, thick, limp cock. 
“You admire my body well, Fratley.” He said, flexing his cock a bit for show - prompting it into a half-hard state.
Fratley looked up to the man, blushing, and nodded, feeling his own erection spur to life beneath his garments. 
“You must strip too. If this is to be a ‘true’ test of ourselves, we needn't have might, magic or modesty get in our way.”
Fratley moaned, feeling his erection strain his shorts, causing a visible tent in front of him. 
“Even his voice makes me horny!”
This man proved too much for him to bear. If he dares get physical with him, he's likely to cum on the spot, thoughts of defeat all but set aside when he gets the chance to touch a body such as this...
“The Fratley I know wouldn't stray from a challenge.”
Fratley looked the knight in the eyes and nodded, clear in his conviction. He will win this match, he's sure of it! 
So he got rid of his clothes, and did so with great haste. All that was left was his throbbing erection, which the knight paid seemingly no heed too. 
“You are serious, then.” Fratley said, assuming his stance, fierce in the face of his fear - a big muscular man that could knock him out in one fell swoop. 
“Aye. It's not everyday I get to pit my mettle against the famous Azure Dragoon. Bring all you have to bear.”
His eyes focused to the pile of spears in the distance. 
The knight acknowledged them, 
“We get the spears. We fight and train with them. Challenge me, Fratley - as I will surely do the same to you!”

Fratley decided to go for the element of surprise this time, and begun with thrusting his leg sideways at the big hairy hulk. Though he was certain it would knock the wind out of his guts, the knight barely flinched. Only a small ‘Ooh’ could be heard, followed by a huge grin on his face. 
A feeling of dread washed over Fratley and, in that moment, his composure and stance changed - opting to quickly sprint for the spears, but being easily stopped mid-way by the big burly hand that caught him. The knight used this advantage to hook Fratley up close to him, and to brush his naked fluffy back up against the knight's hairy chest. The friction of which made Fratley hard in a matter of seconds, leaking precum to the floor while squirming in his grip - a mix of arousement and strain.
“You try to surprise me, but you forget that you are my biggest idol. Thus, I know most of your moves.” The knight smirked, and tried to play with Fratley’s cock to distract him from the trial further. 
Fratley groaned, doing his best to ignore the hand wrapping around his needy cock, and attempting to slip out of the fierce neck grip that the knight had him up against - but it was fruitless. All it did was make his smooth back rub more and more against that thick, coarse, chest hair, all but guaranteeing his cock to throb precum and reach full mast from the sexy manly friction. The knight's hot warm breath rushed in Fratley’s ear as he started to properly jack off his cock:
“I was right about another thing, too. You certainly are quite virile.”
Fratley gritted his teeth, 
“You mock me.”
“I speak the truth.”
Then, the knight loosened his grip and threw Fratley to the floor. 
“One more chance,” he said, cracking his knuckles, 
“Show me the Fratley that I've heard of in my tribe. The same man that gets all our dicks hard from his deeds of heroism and dashing good looks.”
Fratley snorted, but deep down he was very aroused and appreciative of the compliment, 
“I knew your tribe was weird,” Fratley said, rushing to the pile of spears to pick up his own. 
The footsteps of the man behind him, made the ground boom and tumble, causing more dread to be invoked in Fratley.
“No, not this time! I will win!”
In a matter of seconds, Fratley was ready for the trial. Despite how sexually charged he may be, and how that can go against him...
He watched as the knight picked up his own spear, 
“Our tribe’s ideals is quite simple. We are all men, and our needs come first and foremost. One,” He thrust his spear at Fratley, who quickly parried it with his amazing dexterity,
“We have to assert dominance.”
He rushed to Fratley and shoved his arm up, smelling the Burmecian’s pit deeply.
“Are we supposed to be training with our spears, or…?”

“You smell like a proper man. Worthy to be alpha. Now smell me.” 
Fratley was confused, but soon the nature of his trial was beginning to be known to him. It wasn't just a simple spear fight. It was going to be something more. He lifted the man's arm up as he asked, which took a lot of effort on Fratley’s part - as it very bulky and muscular. Once he did, he was exposed face first to the huge bush of hair in the man's pit - all matted and greasy with sweat and earthy musk, filling up his nostrils with the scent which sent him dizzy, not even barely scratching the surface of what this man's musk can provide. 
“Well? Smell it deeper. Do I smell like a man?”
Fratley’s cock was rock hard as the knight pushed his head further in the deep hairy pit of musk. His nose and muzzle touched the sweaty hairs, and he opened his mouth - it being filled up with the pit hair, which he cleaned the greasy sweat off with his tongue gladly. His nose pressed up to the hairs and pit, forcing him to drink all that earthly man musk from his nostrils. 
The knight chuckled, 
“It seems we have already established our ‘places’, so to speak.”
He forced Fratley’s head back, who was still lost in that haze of musk - his eyes closed, face flushed and mouth drooling. Almost like he was being hypnotised from it. Then he closed his mouth around Fratley’s, kissing him deeply with his bigger and thicker tongue - making the Burmecian’s dick rock hard from the amazing contact and feeling from being intimate with this man’s mouth, his stubble rubbing against his furry chin, his cock spurting precum all over his muscular abs as their tongues wrested feverently. Once it was over, Fratley opened his eyes to see the man’s hairy chest in front of his face, his heavy hand on his furry head - pressing him close to that manly chest, his face getting mushed in the taut skin and mouth getting full of the coarse hair again. Of course, Fratley would not have it any other way. He fell in love these helmeted hairy men when he first saw them. His mouth attached to the nearest pink nipple, finding it beneath the forest of black hair, and began suckling on it - looking up to the man with a smirk. The pleasure that ran through the knight was spine-tingling, and in only a matter of seconds did his thick uncut cock plump up to a full erection - poking Fratley in his lean and taught stomach with all impressive 8 thick inches on display, the huge bush of pubes just completing his manly, amazing cock. 
Fratley was overcome with desire. He didn’t know whether to get on his knees for this man, or to continue suckling on the meaty nipple. His choices were so many!
The man whispered in Fratley’s ear, his warm and deep voice sounding like honey to his ears,
“You give in to defeat easily. Though you are a great worshipper, I would like to see what’s hiding between your legs.”
Fratley gulped, and stepped apart from the man to give him a solid view of what he’s packing down there. The man looked down and whistled,
“Phew! I always thought you were hiding a big dick, but I was never sure.”
Fratley’s dick was well on par with the man’s, being 8 inches too, but more of the length side rather than the girth. The men were really happy with their cocks, smirking as they frotted them together and kissed each other again. Overcome with lust for each other’s bodies - the knight’s hand caressed Fratley’s slim body all over, until his hand found his shapely ass, and he frotted harder against Fratley’s longer (yet slimmer) cock. Fratley, in turn, couldn’t stop running his paws through that hairy chest, loving the feeling of coarse hair between his paws - but also loved to feel the man’s back and rippling body, the muscles flexing beneath them with every moment and jerk of his cock.
Then, much to the surprise of Fratley, piss started to trickle out of the knight’s cock, piss shooting up to his chest, then back down all over Fratley’s fur and crotch. The Burmecian was surprised at first, but he soon got into it - unloading his own bladder with his new-found ‘sparring’ partner, coating his hairy belly and matting down his pubes with his dark piss. Soon enough, the scent got very heavy in the air, and Fratley found himself taking it all in again, when his face met with his partner’s pit.
“I do love training with our ‘spears’ together, Fratley.” said the knight, to which the Burmecian chuckled in response. Rubbing his own uncut cock against his friend’s, he was eager to make him moan further and direct more piss at him, all while he was face first in that hairy pit.
Several seconds later, and the men were well and truly bathed in urine, it rippling off the knight’s muscles, and seeping into Fratley’s fur - providing a near-permanent musk that will last for days on the men.
The knight breathed in and smirked,
“The smell of piss is hot, don’t you think? It shows how manly we are.”
Fratley nodded, then moaned as the rest of his bladder was unleashed and the amazing feeling of holding in a piss and unleashing it to the world was brought upon him. It was even more arousing, knowing that his dick is rubbing up against a studly knight’s big uncut cock, that is also pissing on him with the urine matting into his own fur - turning his once luminous white fur into a dark/yellow colour. Fratley relished in the raunchiness, and made out with the handsome man again - loving the brittle feeling of his stubble against his soft fur, rubbing his cock harder and harder until a torrent of cum exploded from his tip and he felt the knight orgasming with him - feeling his big cock throb and thrum cum in tandem with his own. 
The cum they unleashed upon themselves seemed bountiless, these men were very virile after all. Fratley was quite happy he got to experience such a great feeling of bliss, grinding his cock up against another man’s was adrenaline rushing. 
Soon, his piss-stained fur was coated in his own and the knight’s cum too - some of the baby-batter from his cock being unleashed on the knight’s hairy body, matting the hair down even further into a seeping piss and cum mess that reeked of musk. Eventually, their bladders subsided and both men were left panting and heaving, a huge puddle of piss beneath them, urine covering and flowing off their bodies…
Still, their cocks were rock hard.
“I think I’ve trained enough with my spear. Isn’t it about time you show your dominance?”
The knight showed what he meant by bending the nearest tree and exposing his hairy ass to Fratley, who’s cock was more ready than it had ever been before.
“Lay claim to your foe. Destroy my ass, Fratley. Just fucking do it…”
Cum still dripped from his cock as he lined it up to that hairy hole. As Fratley coaxed his tip inside the warm depths, he carrassed and played with the muscular asscheeks - making the knight below moan and salivate for more. The man was hairy all over, that much was established already, but his ass had to be the muskiest part of his body. Not to mention, the sexiest. The big fat muscular ass was so enticing to Fratley that, when he slipped the tip of his cock in, he forcefully shoved the rest of his shaft inside the leader with a deep grunt, hearing the beast below groan out, almost shout, from the pleasure he receives from having his idol’s cock shoved up his backside. 
Fratley was in pure bliss - he could get lost inside this fat, amazing, hairy ass. With the insides being so coaxing and warm around his cock, he was likely to blow his second thick load within a matter of seconds.
That being the case, he resolved to show his dominance in the best way possible. With full on, rough, sodominy. 
He thrust inside and out like a man possessed, sending the knight into a constant fit of pleasure with having his role model’s fat, long cock shoved in his tight and hairy, manly hole, time and time again. 
“Take… my… cock… You sexy bitch!”
The balls slapping against the ass were covered in sweat and piss from the ‘training’ before, and - with a deep and guttural cry - Fratley exploded all of his alpha sperm in that newly-penetrated man cunt. 
He had to lay on the knight’s muscular quivering back for a second to get his breath back from the amazing fuck he just had. The knight’s elbows could stand it no longer, and gave in from the pleasure. The two collapsed together, satisfied and content with their training.
Eventually, Fratley popped his cummy cock out and the leader held all the cum inside his ass as he stood up.
Fratley smirked at him, to which he responded by picking him up in his arms, and nuzzling his fur - smelling the Burmecian’s musk just like he first did when they first met each other.
“Hmmm… I can say that your musk is very potent and manly now. Almost like… you’re one of us.” 
Fratley chuckled and the man put him back on his own two feet. When his feet did reach the ground, he already made his way to pick his spear back up, and the knight did the same - flexing his muscles for a bit, before assuming his stance.
“Well… Can we train normally with our spears now?”
“It seems that you have finally gained the confidence to stand up to a man bigger and better than you, Fratley. Not to mention, you will be a source of pleasure for me in the coming days.” He added the last sentence with a chuckle, and the men resumed their fight as normal - now all the better for it.