Commission by ~ANIMALHOUSE~ with AzzytheSnek!

I wrote a small story to go along with it - enjoy!

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Neptune and Azzy entered the ring. The masked wrestler eyed up his opponent, his tattoos and dyed hair invoking a formidable, beast-like look. Unlike Neptune, his foe went maskless, smirking as the two fighters eyed each other up. Neptune knew he'd be a challenge, but he thought he'd at least stand a chance. 

How wrong he was.

Blow after blow hammer into the abdomen and chest he spent hours sculpting and keeping toned, staining his skin a dark black and blue. A few more blows, and he feels something shift inside him. His eyes widen, as a red hue seeps in behind the bruising. Another hard blow, this time to his face, caves in the fake beak on his mask and shatters the nose beneath, leaving him dazed as his ears rang in pain.

Neptune is about to tap out, this was too far. But in his dazed state, he was too slow as Azzy grabs ahold of his forearm. And twists. With a sickening crunch, his armband gives way beneath his grip, the bone snapping soon after. Neptune let out a cry of pain, a surge of energy coursing through him as he tried to break away.

But it wasn't enough. Azzy repeated the move with his other arm, leaving them both in searing pain, which would render him a sitting duck for the rest of the match. As the crowd cheered in approval, Azzy moved to the bird's legs. In the earlier struggle, Neptune had managed to kick one of his boots off. Azzy starts with this leg, gripping it at the knee and ankle and twisting in opposite directions. Both joints give way as Neptune let out a sob, his foot and leg now twisted in opposite directions. Azzy then pops the knee on the other leg, rendering all four of Neptune’s limbs useless.

Neptune thought that'd be the end. But no. There was one more bone to break. Azzy wraps his bicep around Neptune's neck, taking him to the turnbuckle. Neptune shut his eyes under the mask, hoping it'd be quick. But Azzy had one more humiliating move to do first. He feels a hand rip away the fabric on the back his leggings. Powerless, Azzy starts to pound away at his rear. His thrusts are rough and careless, focused solely on getting himself off.

The grip tightens around his neck as Azzy continues. Something stirs inside Neptune. The humiliation. The cheering of the crowd. The hammering of his prostate. All of it got him rock hard, as some of the cheers turn to laughter. His cock throbs in the front of his gear, dripping precum through the fabric. His breath hitches, before the hold around his neck tightens and cuts off his air supply entirely.

His choked grunts can be heard beneath the mask as Azzy slows down and begins to flex his bicep. With a yell, Azzy pushes in deep and twists the hold to the side, a loud crunch sounding out as Neptune's neck shatters in several locations. Azzy cums inside the twitching, dying wrestler, and Neptune's cock erupts inside his gear as the overstimulation of those final moments push him over the edge.

The crowd cheers upon seeing Azzy totally ruin his foe, the fountain of cum soon coming to a stop as Neptune's twitches subside. Azzy steps back from the turnbuckle, dropping Neptune onto the mat and posing above him for the cheering crowd. Azzy exits the arena to fight another day, leaving the cleanup crew to bag up Neptune and drag him off to the morgue.