You stand in the darkness behind the seats surrounding the wrestling arena. Before you, thick crowds of male and female furs, scalies, avians and even aquatic gym goers cheer for the action occurring in the ring. The majority of them are clad in various tight-fitting clothing, including speedos, leotards, bikinis and more, predominently swimwear. The majority of the males sport stiff tents in their outfits, while the females bare a noticeable wet patch across the fabric between their legs.

The reason for the audience's arousal is clear to you from the sight of the events taking place in the centre of the room. A male rabbit in a red leotard is being effortlessly wrestled into submission by a male wolf in a gold speedo. Both are clearly in a state of arousal judging from their bulging clothing.

You too are brimming with arousal, your tight blue speedo also tenting as your aching member begs for attention.

You are a male Labrador retriever named Tad. Barely a month ago you were the champion of the Erotic Wrestling Competition; no one had brought more combatants to orgasm than you, until Kaige utterly defeated and humiliated you in the ring. From then on, he staked a claim to your slender, athletic body, asserting his dominance by declaring you his personal slave. You remember how he dragged you away in your cum-soaked speedo after an orgasm so intense you could barely move. You had, and have, no objections. Before experiencing it for the first time, you would never have imagined being so submissive, but now you know your place, and you enjoy it.

Your member in your speedo jumps again as you watch the provocative display in the ring. The rabbit is lying with his back against the ground, struggling against the wolf sitting on his stomach, turning to face the rabbit's lower body. As the rabbit grips the wolf and tries to force him off, the wolf takes the initiative and begins rubbing the rabbit's upturned length through the smooth fabric of his red leotard, moving it from side to side, tickling it and groping his balls. The rabbit immediately stops struggling, enthralled by the pleasure the wolf is giving him. Clearly the wolf has this in the bag, and soon will be dragging the rabbit away for some more private and personal fun.

The wolf stops massaging the rabbit, who then immediately gets back to work trying to force the wolf off him, but the wolf quickly goes back to rubbing the rabbit's member and balls through the fabric once again, putting an end to his struggles a second time. The wolf is clearly toying with his victim, pleasuring the rabbit to make him cease his struggles, then providing him a brief reprieve and glimmer of hope to get the wolf off, only to continue pacifying him with pleasure a moment later. It isn't long before a spot of pre-cum stains the rabbit's leotard.

Soon the wolf tires of this game, deciding to continue pleasuring the rabbit again, but this time without pause. Barely a few seconds of far more vigorous rubbing is all it takes before the rabbit begins yelling out his primal moans of ecstasy, his arms and legs outstretched as his body is rocked with an intense climax, anticipation from his long, pleasurable torture having reached its zenith. His muscles contracting and his hips gyrating in the cruel grip of the wolf, his leotard fills with rabbit cream, the wolf smiling as he grips the rabbit's length through the fabric, prolonging the intense orgasm and coaxing every last drop of cum from his helpless victim. The audience goes insane.

"Oooh, looks like you made a mess!" teases the wolf, turning to face the rabbit's upper body, entertaining himself with the sight of the rabbit's pleasured expression as he creams himself.

"Bayden has blown!" yells the commentator, a female hawk, from the commentator's box. "So humiliating! The rabbit didn't stand a chance!"

The wolf climbs off his defeated opponent and cups the rabbit's snout in his paw.

"You're mine now..." the wolf says with a mischievous grin, staring the rabbit right in his half-closed, zonked eyes.

With his prize creamed and defeated, the wolf lifts the half-asleep rabbit onto his shoulder, carrying him out of the ring towards the locker room, where much obedience training awaits the long-eared loser.

"Well, that's it, ladies and gentlemen!" yells the announcer. "Cruz is taking the fruits of his labours for a little reigning in! That's all the rounds we have scheduled for today, so thanks for coming to today's Erotic Wrestling Competition, and goodnight! This is Karen Burns signing off!"

The audience begins to pile out through the main doors, some of them already massaging themselves (or each other) through their various attire, eager to grant themselves release from their pent-up arousal after all the entertainment.

"Hey, bitch!" says a hugely muscular rhino in a posing brief, sternly, suddenly gripping your right arm in his large hand. "Your master wants you!"

Without hesitation, he begins to effortlessly drag you away, your speedo still showing the signs of your high libido after the erotic wrestling match, his other hand firmly holding onto your backside as he pushes you along. Soon you are being dragged through the mostly deserted hallways of the gym, the majority of the visitors having gone home for the night, and a few minutes later the rhino is dragging you into one of the private workout rooms.

The rhino lets go of your arm, then leaves, closing the door behind him. In front of you, just finishing up some bench pressing, is Kaige, the male snake that dominated you in the ring. Unlike the last time you saw him, he is now fully clothed.

"Oh, hey!" he says, wiping sweat from his head and moving in your direction. "About time you showed up!"

As soon as he is near enough, he grabs a fistful of your trunks in his hand, softly stroking and eliciting a long pleasured sigh from you, your eyes closing.

"You ready for some more taming?" he asks, a grin across his face.

"Y-yeah..." you respond, another moan escaping your snout, nodding as your eyes remain closed.

"I don't think I quite got that...?" says Kaige, still grinning, yet his voice is so much more teasing and smug now.

"Yes, Master."

"There's a good boy. We need to make you say that faster, don't we?"

He moves away, causing you to whimper softly as his hand departs from your speedo. He stands on the squishy blue mat that you and him have wrestled on so frequently, spreading his legs and getting into a fighting pose.

"Now... come at me!" he says, grinning just as maliciously as before.

Knowing exactly what this is, you obey immediately, charging at him, hoping this time you may actually be able to beat him for once, although you doubt it. In your last private match, he ducked immediately, causing you to trip over him and land on your belly, after which you clearly recall him reaching his paw down to sandwich itself between the floor and your trunks. This time, he ducks again, but you manage to come to a halt just before your legs collide with him, but he quickly takes the initiative, wrapping his right arm around your left leg while his left immediately goes to grope your lycra-clad package. You freeze in place instantly, but your legs begin to wobble as intense, burning arousal sweeps through you.

"Heh, that's more like it!" says Kaige, his grin only growing as he rubs harder and faster.

Absolutely solid in your speedo, your legs give out from under you, dropping to your knees as you moan out your pleasure, arms spreading out and eyes closed. Moving another paw behind your head, he beckons you to lie back against the mat, and you comply. A few moments later, your bare back is lying against the soft and squishy floor. Kaige then leans down beside you, still rubbing the front of your speedo, albeit slower than before.

"I love you," he says, smiling down at you, his snout barely an inch away from yours. "but you really must know your place as my slave..."

Then he kisses you, the taste of that serpentine saliva entrancing you, wiping away the very last remnants of your will as he dominates your mouth with his. Combined with the rubbing at your speedo, you feel you've reached the very epitome of submission, now totally at the mercy of your Master. The only thing that could make it more so would be... yes, his paw moves further down slightly, his thumb continuing to massage the mound beneath the fabric while one of his fingers presses the fabric over your backside into you, and instantly your back arches with a burst of pleasure as soft lycra engages your prostate.

"You're going to be a good little bitch now, aren't you?" he says, briefly pulling out of your mouth, your eyes closed as your moans continue to escape. "Yes, there's a good little slut. Moan for your Master."

Then he connects his mouth with yours once again, his long forked tongue going deep, tickling and exploring every corner. Your muffled moans and whimpers grow louder and higher in pitch as he has his way with you. You belong to him, and he wants you to know it. There is no resistance.

"Oooh, is this little bitch gonna cum?" he teases, pulling out of your utterly dominated mouth once again. "Huh? You gonna blow your load into your trunks? You gonna wet yourself?" he says, continuing to taunt and tease you, and it affects you, your orgasm now seconds away. "Go ahead. Cum for me. Wet those cute little trunks." he says, licking your jaw. "Be a good slave for Master. Show me your humiliation, your submission, your complete and utter defeat. Show me that these balls of yours are mine..."

You obey, and in a torrent of physical bliss, you empty into your speedo, thick canine cum completely ruining the lycra trunks, your member throbbing with each spurt. It is almost too much to bare and you think you're going to pass out. Unfortunately (fortunately?), the mercy of unconsciousness does not come to free you from this pleasurable crushing.

"You like that? You like cumming for Master?" taunts Kaige, pulling out of your mouth occasionally during your orgasm, rubbing harder to make sure your climax is one to remember, squeezing HIS property in your high-cut speedo, drawing every last drop of cum from your balls. "Awwwww, baby wet his diaper?"

Your orgasm finally ends, like an indicator that you have been fully broken, now the property of a superior being. Your afterglow symbolises the end of your sovereignty, and it feels so good.

"Good boy." says Kaige, looking over at your completely soaked speedo. "My, that was a big load, huh?"

He jostles your package around briefly in your soaked garment.

"These are mine, okay? They're my balls now." he says, squeezing further to coax more spurts of cum from you.

Yes, your body belongs to Kaige, not you. You realise why he is fully clothed. As his body is modestly covered, you are bare but for your skimpy trunks, sending a glaring declaration of who the dominant one is, making you feel vulnerable and exposed. Your nethers are his property, and you would not have it any other way, not that you have a choice. You love being owned, being his, being Kaige's plaything. There is no part of you that is not your Master's. There are no secrets, no inhibitions, no piece of your body that is not openly available to him. You are his pet, and nothing more. Oh, how you love it.

"Your balls gotta be empty now! Wanna find out?"

You know exactly what he means. As much as you want to protest, it's not your place. They're his balls, not yours, and you have no choice but to let him do whatever he wants with them.

"Let's start milkin' 'em, huh?"

He pulls away and retrieves a ring from a box on a shelf on the wall. He sits down beside you and moves his hands under the waistband of your trunks, placing the ring around your member. Moving away again, he turns a knob on a remote control and the ring immediately begins to vibrate furiously. You instantly arch your head back as pleasure overwhelms your abused arousal once again, growing to full size and hardness within seconds. An avalanche of moans and whimpers pours from your mouth. Your eyes tightly closed and your arms and legs spread out, you can do little but embrace the pleasure.

Suddenly you feel another sensation. Kaige places an active vibrator against the underside of your speedo, vibrating against your orbs through the soaking fabric. It's more than you can take and you feel like you're going to pass out from sheer pleasure (once again), almost screaming in ecstasy.

"What's the matter? Puppy gonna cum?" teases Kaige, moving a scaly hand to caress your inner thighs and abdomen. "Good."

A few minutes pass as he continues with the vibrating devices, occasionally removing the pleasure wand from your speedo so as to keep you on the edge as your body readies itself for another massive climax. Finally the moment arrives for the second time this night as you blow thick wads of your canine cum into the slick material, adding another burst of sticky doggie cream to the already cooling mess in your trunks.

"Now listen. I want you to wrestle two friends of mine." he says, still caressing your belly and chest. "If they win, you're gonna be the new gym bitch. EVERYONE gets to play with you. Do you understand?"

The mere thought of his words arouses you, sending tingles up your spine, making you wonder if you may just let them win simply so that you can enjoy that pleasurable fate. Either way, your eyes still closed, you nod in understanding.

"Good boy." he says, ceasing his attention on your body. 

A few minutes pass until you feel him slide your speedo down your legs, followed by an audible "slap" as the cum-soaked garment is tossed away onto the squishy ground, followed by the pleasant sensation of a towel mopping up the vast quantities of cream covering your nethers.

When you open your eyes again, he is holding an extra high-cut pink speedo in his paws. "You're a big girl now, and big girls gotta wear their big girl panties!" he says as he slides the skimpy garment up your legs. "WHEN you lose, you'll wear this constantly, 24/7, and NOTHING else. You'll also sleep here at the gym. Got it?"

He gives you one more brief grope through your new speedo as you nod.

"There's a good boy..."

For the twenty-fifth time since he dominated you in front of an audience, he has defeated you once again, solidifying his possession of you and your body.



You enter the ring, your trunks already straining to contain your arousal from the thought of the fun to come. As the light from above the ring warms you, you see your two opponents. On the left is Vice, a hugely muscled bull in red posing trunks. On the right is Mack, the equally gifted Bull Terrier in black posing trunks. You recognise them both, having arrived at the gym for the first time only recently, and they have quickly developed a reputation for their dominance, especially among the many gym goers whom they have "convinced" to be subservient and submissive towards them. They are both glaring at you with eager grins, licking their lips and ready for fun.

"Look, Vice!" says Mack, staring between your legs and chuckling. "He's already got a boner!"

"Heh! This pup's gonna be easy!" responds Vice, cracking his knuckles. "He's horny as heck! I bet he's gonna cum so hard!"

Their degrading teasing only seems to arouse you further, as evidenced by the heightened throbbing in your speedo.

"Hey!" you yell. "You haven't won yet!"

"Awwww, that's so cute! He actually thinks he's got a chance!" scoffs Mack. "Admit it, pup! You're gonna cream that speedo! Might as well just give up now!"

"We'll be gentle! Givin' up feels so good!" says Vice. "Trust us!"

The two begin slowly walking towards you, both drooling through their lustful grins.

"Trust us!" says Mack. "Just surrender. It's gonna feel soooo good!"

"Just give yourself to us! You won't regret it!"

"Give us your body, pup! You'll enjoy it!"

"Just submit!"

"Face it, you're gonna cum, pup!"

You almost climax from their words alone, pre beginning to seep into your speedo. However, you manage to shake their almost hypnotic words out of your head, deciding not to respond to their taunting and teasing.

You decide to attack from the side, dashing to the right to try and run circles around Mack, but much to your surprise, he is fast enough to grab hold of your left arm. As he does so, he uses your inertia to swing you around 180 degrees into the waiting paws of Vice, who grabs hold of your right arm. You struggle in the iron grip of the two brutes stretching you out, but to no avail, as if you were trying to break away from titanium shackles.

"Looks like we got a live one!" cheers Mack, moving a paw to the bulge in your trunks, then slipping it further downward. His paw slowly lifts you up from between your legs, his thumb rubbing your member through your speedo while his middle finger slides into the back to push into your entrance, instantly sending surges of pleasure through your body as your legs flail in the air. Unable to stifle a loud whimper of pleasure, you almost climax on the spot. You're just so helpless.

Then they suddenly let go at the same time and Mack's paw comes out from between your legs, causing you to fall to the floor, landing on all fours. You quickly move both paws to between your swollen speedo to try and keep yourself from cumming.

"Awwww, he's so cute!" says Mack, still grinning. "He's trying not ta cum!"

"I think those balls o' his could use a good milkin'!" says Vice, rubbing his paws together. "What say we help him out...?"

"Yeah! Gotta be friendly, after all!"

Mack approaches you, a grin filled with cheeky intent adorning his face. But just as he reaches for upper body, you manage to regain your composure just enough to throw out your right hand to cup the bulge in his trunks with your paw, immediately rubbing furiously.

"Ohh! Ohhh... Ohhh..." moans Mack, stopping in place. "Mmmm, that's the spot..."

"What's the matter, Mack?" laughs Vice. "Losin' that 'self control' you keep tellin' me about?"

"What?! No!" snaps Mack. "The pup's just talented! Might as well enjoy him!"

Vice shakes his head as he approaches you, grabbing you from behind and lifting you onto your knees, trailing his paws over your abdomen.

"Sorry, pup, but you're done!" says Mack, softly removing your almost shaking paw from his speedo as he kneels before you, grabs both your wrists in restraint, and connects his mouth with yours. His tongue goes deep, dominating your mouth and throat as he effortlessly shoves your own tongue out of the way, all the while Vice's left paw slips down to fondle the tent in your trunks. You are theirs now.

"Mmmmmph..." you moan, your eyes closed as your orgasm begins to build rapidly once again, locked in perhaps the most dominated position of your life, but little do you know what is about to come.

"Not yet, pup..." whispers Vice into your ear, exhaling softly in the process.

Out of nowhere, Vice lets go and Mack pulls out of your mouth, leaving you to fall forward onto your paws, drooling in your erotic daze.

"Come on, pup! Last chance! What's the matter? Too horny to put up a fight...?" taunts Mack.

Visibly shaking now, pre-ejaculate pouring into your speedo as you struggle to contain your arousal, you crawl forward in an attempt to get some distance from the two. They both stand behind you, watching as you pathetically crawl away like a coward, arms crossed as they chuckle with amusement.

"Hang on there, pup!" says Vice, reaching a paw down between your legs to take hold of the tent in your trunks, immediately fondling your sensitive privates. You immediately stop crawling forward and begin gyrating your hips, unable to resist gorging yourself on the pleasurable stimulation, but as your gyrations get faster and faster, Vice pulls his paw out from between your legs, standing back once again to watch you squirm. You let out a sigh of frustration as the pleasurable stimulation subsides, yet it does not stop you from turning around and climbing to your wobbly knees.

"He thinks he STILL has a chance! That's adorable!" says Vice, the two now approaching you once again.

"He's gonna cum so hard when we're done with him!" responds Mack.

The two continue approaching you until they are on either side of you, yet you don't fight back, too dazed with arousal and an urge to submit, to surrender. As they casually and softly take hold of your nimble body, the arousal only seems to build further, their touch so gentle and sensual as they softly lower you to the ground. It takes all your might to hold back the impending release between your legs. Mack gets behind you and locks you in a firm full nelson, still keeping you on the ground. Then he leans back, pulling you back along with him and stretching out the athletic muscles of your abdomen to keep your vision away from the rest of your body. Vice gets down in front of you, entangling his legs with yours and sitting on them. You are now fully restrained.

"You're not a tough little puppy, are ya?" taunts Vice, grabbing you through the bulge in your speedo, rapidly moving your package up, down, left and right, stroking and occasionally pausing to run his paws up and down your sides and abdomen, rustling your fur. "But you're definitely a horny one!"

He continues to rub your aching member through your speedo and caress your abdomen for the next few minutes, and you cannot help but deny that this whole situation, entangled, double-teamed and molested by these two brutes, is one of the most arousing and pleasurable things that has ever happened to you! To be at their mercy, dominated by these two grinning and maliciously chuckling hunks, is almost too much to bare! Yet to hold off for as long as you can, fighting to hold in the volcanic climax approaching, a deep pressure building between your legs that you are visibly struggling to contain, knowing that the longer you hold off, the more powerful your orgasm will be.

"This one's got a nice bod!" chuckles Vice, running his paws through the fur over your stomach.

"You're tellin' me!" says Mack, licking at your ear.

No words can describe how perfect you feel. Even though you don't want to resist, you try anyway, getting a feel for how strong their grip on you is, enjoying just how utterly helpless you are.

"Nnnnngh! Aaaaahhhhh!" you moan as Vice gropes your speedo once again.

Mack, still keeping you in a full nelson, moves his bulky right arm to put his paw over your mouth, muffling your pleasured moans.

"Mmmmmph... mmmmmph... mmmmmph...!"

"Know your place!" says Mack. "Your daddies are gonna give ya a good milkin'!"

"I think this slut's ready to blow!" says Vice, still rubbing your hard package between your legs, pulse after pulse of pleasure reverberating through your pelvis. "You ready to blow your loser load for your daddies?"

"MMMMMPH!" is all you can say as the pleasure teeters on the precipice.

"Good boy! Cum for your daddies!" cheers Mack, responding to your loud moans.

Vice rubs the speedo on your gyrating hips faster, and finally the intense orgasm arrives. Screaming into Mack's paw over your muzzle, you rapidly try to hump the air, but Vice sitting on your legs only makes it possible to rapidly gyrate your hips as you feel your cream spurts into your speedo, then another spurt, then another. You feel a slight chill as the creamy substance continues to pour into your skimpy, revealing trunks, sandwiched between your fur and the smooth fabric. Wave after wave of heavy pleasure hits you as Vice continues to coax every drop of your seed that he can from your hard pulsating member inside the fabric. You can do little but continue to pant rapidly and moan into Mack's paw as they totally dominate you.

Finally it ends. Your mind filled with euphoria and exhaustion after blowing your loser load. Your entire body weakens, numb after the whole ordeal. Mack removes his arms from around yours and allows them to droop to your sides as you pant in a heavenly, warm afterglow. It feels as if you just emptied a lake into your trunks, your orbs feeling spent and empty as your member softens in its creamy bath.

"Yep, looks like we've done him in!" says Vice, giving your soaked speedo a few little pats.

Your skimpy trunks still dripping and soaking wet, the massive bulk of Mack effortlessly lifts your exhausted and half-asleep body off the floor, soft whimpers escaping from you as he hooks your back over his shoulder, holding you down by the bulge of your drenched speedo, your arms dangling down in front of him. His free paw moves your paw over to his own bulging speedo, using your paw to pleasure himself as the two carry you off to the lockers, eager to reign you in.

"I think the other guys and gals are gonna love havin' fun with this horny slut too!" says Mack. "We've been needing a new gym bitch since the last one left!"

"No argument here!" responded Vice. "I'm gonna get the vibrator! I wanna see how much cum he's got left!"

Yes, you are going to love your new job as the gym's submissive little public slave very much. You are definitely going to be a popular one!