The Cave 2: Ryan's Song

My name is Ryan and I’m kinda pissed right now, so forgive me if I’m not at my most coherent.

Ryan (me)

Seven years ago, I started a little gay-interest wrestling site called The Cave with my best friend Cody. We started it mainly to feed his incredible narcissism and he needed my technical abilities. He is the talent, wrestling as The Bat while I use (waste?) my intellect doing everything else to operate and maintain the site, both commerce and function. Now, we're both just turned 28 and I'm still the tech guy, the booker, the coach, promoter and even a cameraman during matches.

I'm waiting outside one of the two locker rooms at the ring facility we use for our tapings. We’ve just wrapped up the last match for the day. It featured Cody, in his secret identity as The Bat, being sandbagged by a new guy, Mr. Riddle, who turned out to be bigger and more skilled than advertised. Cody totally underestimated him and suffered a tough beating as a result. Still, The Bat actually managed to eke out a win. It was all “accidentally” broadcast live over the web for subscribers to The Cave, who almost saw The Bat's first loss on the website (The Bat has lost once off the website, but we didn't post the match … again, Cody is a narcissist).

I'm waiting alone to have a talk with Mr. Riddle. An aching, but surprisingly victorious Cody is in the other locker room cleaning up, leaving me to settle up with his opponent. Cody did offer to stay with me while I paid Riddle for his time, but I told him others were around if this guy wanted trouble. Others aren't around. I just want some privacy. I have some unfinished business in the visitor's locker room.

When I'm sure no one is around, I march into the locker room, locking the door behind me. The muscle stud who wrestled as Mr. Riddle is sitting on the bench, wearing a pair of red shorts and black wrestling boots. He’s rubbing his sore abs and stretching out his cramping knees. The villain has stripped off the green mask, trunks and boot covers that I gave him and tossed it into the small garbage can at the end of the bench.

Mr. Riddle’s real name is Josh. Josh is a very handsome man. Even now, after a beating, his body is still ripped. He's tall (6'2"), big (220-lbs) and not used to losing, especially when losing means getting fucked by a dick as big as Cody's.

Needless to say, Josh is not a happy camper when I walk in. He stares at me with hard cruel eyes. Finally, he says, "What the fuck do you want?"

I'm normally shy, having lived my life as an obese gay man in Cody’s gorgeous shadow. But today, I’m not my usual self. As I said, I'm pissed. I've only been this angry and frustrated once before in my entire life. It's like I'm having an out of body experience, because my adrenaline is running so high. My anger consumes me, like someone else is driving. Once, I would've shied away from a muscle stud like Josh, but my will is surprisingly strong right now (and that’s not the only surprisingly strong part of me any more).

I say in an eerily calm voice. "What I want is pretty simple, Josh. I want my money back. I paid you to crush and humiliate The Bat. You were supposed to whip his ass. Instead, you lost yours."

Josh continues to just stare at me with hard, cold eyes. I see his nostrils flare. In a loud, threatening tone, he replies, "Get the fuck out of here! Now, dude! I swear I might just fucking kill you if you don't."

I respond, maintaining my eerie calm, "Josh. Do you even realize how much you screwed up? I hired you, because you said you were tough. The toughest. I set The Bat up with the accidental live feed against the perfect opponent, a muscular novice. I lied about your size and experience so you could get the drop on him. I got him to underestimate you. I made him let up on his submission holds during the match. But you still couldn't fucking win. You were supposed to fuck him. You were supposed to unmask him. You promised to totally humiliate him in exchange for $2,000. That’s a lot of money. You failed. You owe me a refund. And I'm going to get one. In full."

Josh aka Mr. Riddle

Josh gets up slowly, rising to his full height. He rolls his shoulders and bends his head from side-to-side. He adjusts his sizable bulge and bounces his beefy pecs. He even strips off his red shorts, pulling them off over the boots. He’s letting me get a good look at his huge dick, showing me what a big man he is. Finally, he slaps his fist in his other hand in front of him.

I know that Josh thinks I'm a fat wimp, which I understand. Standing here, covered in my black sweat suit, I do look like I have a huge gut. When I approached him, I was meek about it. So I get it. But it doesn’t mean I’m going to back down.

Josh is used to intimidating other guys. He has the stare down pat. If I wasn't so angry, I might care about all this, but I don't. I just let him do his thing and enjoy the view. My cock stirs as I watch this very handsome man put on a muscle show for me. He veins throb, muscles pop and mouth snarls. Very hot. However, not the least bit scary to me at this particular moment.

When he thinks that his point is made, the stunningly muscular, naked wrestler says, "I'm not giving you shit, you fat piece of crap." See, I told you that's how he sees me.

Josh is still talking, "I did whip that motherfucker’s ass. I could've beaten him any time, if you let me. But you kept signaling me to stretch it out.  When you hired me, you said, 'Make the match last, he's just a spoiled brat'. Fuck that noise, he's a fucking tough son of a bitch, the kind you need to put away fast and hard. You and your fucking plan screwed me over and got me fucked by his monster dick. I'm thinking you might've set me up."

Josh lashes out, attacking me. He shoves me back then points his finger in my face. His voice drops to a deeper register as he yells at me, "Now get the fuck out of here before I get angry. You wouldn't like me when I'm anNNNN-AHHHHHH!"

Before Josh even knows it, I grab his finger and bend it back, controlling him. I twist his finger, forcing his arm behind his back. I slam him face first into the locker. I keep Josh's arm pinned with the finger hold and put my elbow on the back of his head, forcing him to taste metal. I press in close, pinning him with my weight.

I whisper, "You shouldn’t have attacked me. You shouldn’t fuck with me, Josh. Where's. My. Money?" For the first time, Josh takes me seriously. And he should.

Josh doesn't respond, other than an expletive and a grunt of pain. I tell him, "If I have to ask again, you're going home with at least a broken finger."

Finally Josh responds, "Shit. Okay, okay. It's in my bag. Outer pocket."

I let him go then reach for the bag. As I expect, the idiot charges me. I grab him around the shoulder, flipping him over my hip to the tile floor. He hits hard, momentarily stunned. With Josh sprawled out on the floor, I stomp on him, as I quickly strip off my baggy sweatshirt, freeing my broad shoulders and bulging, cut arms. Taking off the baggy shirt also exposes a padded upper body suit that covers my torso. I unclasp the suit and toss it to the side, revealing my ripped, muscular torso. I told you there was another surprisingly strong part of me.

Surprise, loser - I've got muscles

I’m only wearing my loose track pants and sneakers now as I focus on the task at hand. Josh has scrambled up to his feet, but from behind I knock him down with a double axe handle and a leg sweep. While he's down, I kick Josh hard in the side. He starts to crawl away, but I follow, stalking my helpless prey.

I taunt him, "C'mon, Josh. You're the big stud. You're the guy with all the talk. Get up."

Josh growls, “I’m gonna fuck you up then I’m gonna fuck you. I’m gonna do to you what I shoulda done to that bitch, The Bat!”

I laugh, “Sounds like stakes. You’re on. Loser gets fucked up then fucked.”

Josh keeps trying to rise, but I keep kicking him down. He crawls to the shower area, which is still wet from the guys cleaning up after the live matches. Josh slips even more as I play with him. Josh finally does something - he kicks out at me, but I dodge effortlessly. He reaches a wall and climbs up to his feet. I hammer Josh with two hard kidney punches. He spins with a left hook. It connects and staggers me for a moment. Josh senses an opening and connects with two body blows. I move back to regroup. He presses his advantage, but I dodge his next fist and catch him by the wrist on his follow up.

I twist Josh's wrist hard and fast, bringing it behind him. I plant my foot behind his knee and force him down. His knee lands hard on the wet tile floor. I land a rabbit punch to the back of his head and send him sprawling onto the floor. I quickly jump on top of him, keeping him down. He squirms under me, but I slap on a perfect chokehold. Josh writhes on the tile floor, but he can't get free. I tighten the choke enough to scare him. He taps and I release. As he lies there coughing, I realize that he probably needs another lesson, so I slip off my shoes and peel my sweat pants off. Like the rest of me, my legs are thick and ripped.

Now that we're both naked, except for his boots, I wait for him to rise. His face is red. When he looks at me, I can tell he's furious, but also confused. For the first time, Josh looks me over. I'm suddenly 6'4" of muscle. Josh doesn't understand my transformation from fat nerd to naked muscle stud, but he's too angry to care. He says, "You're dead, motherfucker." I smile at his arrogance. Josh charges again, grabbing me around the waist in a tackle, but I spin him so he lands hard on his back with my 250-lbs of muscle on top of him. The tile floor is unforgiving, driving the air from Josh.

I mount Josh and playfully slap his head, taunting him. "C'mon muscle man. You're such a stud. Let's go." Josh rolls and throws me off. We face each other kneeling in the shower area. I'm smiling, but his face is red with fury. Josh springs at me and we lock hands in a contest of strength. We press our bodies together, sliding on our knees on the hard wet floor. Josh pushes me back until my feet are braced against the wall. With his adrenaline flowing, the muscle heel forces my hands back against the wall. We continue to struggle as my arms knock the flow control. Temperature controlled warm water pours down on us from the chrome rain shower above, but we don't break our grip.

Josh is super-pumped and has me pinned, but I'm not helpless. I push off the wall hard, slamming my knee into his naked crotch. He moans and I push off again, toppling him back onto the floor. We wrestle for top under the rain shower, until I manage to get on top of him again and force his hands flat. I pin his biceps with my knees and slam the backs of his hands onto the tile hard.

Josh tries to headbutt my dangling balls, but fortunately his angle is wrong. He lifts his knees and slams them into my back, but he can't get much impact. I release my fingers from his and reach for the wet leather boots. I grab the green spandex covers and they gather up at his knees. I smile and these make the perfect handles to fold his knees forward. I bring his knees forward and bend them up. Josh is flexible for a big guy, but with my weight on his shoulders, I bend him until he cries out from the pressure on his neck. I keep holding, but I stop pulling him forward. I keep him like this, as he begs me to let go. I know Josh is a snake, which is one of the reasons I hired him, so when I do release him, I keep up my advantage.

Josh's legs and the wet boots slam down hard to the floor. I slide back and grab hold of his ankle. Josh's match with Cody left him with softened abs and aching knees. I lift his leg and flip him into a single leg crab. I bend his wounded knee over my forearm, applying pressure to the aching joint. With my bare ass on the small of his back, I sit back and bend his spine until he cries out in pain. I don't ask Josh to submit. This isn't a match, this is an asskicking. Again, he begs for mercy, but I'm not in a giving mood. I ease up on his knee, but only to slap his hanging balls around. "No, no, no" is all Josh can mutter between pained groans.

I get bored, so I drop his leg and mount him from behind. I force his legs up and under me, while bending his arms up into a double chicken wing. I secure him with my body and one hand. With my free hand, I smack the back of his head, daring him to challenge me. His knees ache and this hold won't help. He struggles, but he's going nowhere. Josh cries out again, but instead of releasing him, I push his face hard into the wet tile. I smoosh his handsome features into the ceramic floor, forcing him to kiss the ground where so many wrestlers have walked today.

I release Josh and slide back to my feet. I circle him as he tries to regain his composure. I decide to speed things along. I grab Josh by the hair and force him to his feet. Josh elbows my gut and pushes me off him. He again swings a fist at me, but I'm ready. When he misses, I slide in behind him and lock on a full nelson. I slam Josh face first into the wall. I shove my hips into his and hold him firm. He struggles, but I'm too strong for him.

I crank the full nelson hard until I hear him moan. I pull Josh off the wall and move under the running shower. I pull back and drop Josh over my knee in a stiff backbreaker. He cries out as he hits hard. The water pours down on us as I hold him over my knee, helplessly. Josh starts begging, but I don't care. I'm not in control. I like beating this asshole. I wish it was Cody, but Josh is a fine stand in.

Finally, I push Josh off me when his begging reaches a fever pitch. Josh is unmoving on the floor, under the rain shower. I mount him, and bend his arm up. He offers no more resistance. I say, "Come at me again and you'll wake up at County General, because that's where I'll dump your fucking body after I break your arm and knock you out cold." I let up on the arm hold and let him lie there. He doesn't move, just sobs a little.

I roll Josh over and pound two hard right fists into his abs. He grunts in pain, but doesn't resist me. I move up his body, mounting him again. As I sit on his chest, I lean down and lift my ankle across his throat. I grab the back of his head and lift it up. The pressure over Josh's throat is sudden and intense. He can’t speak to submit, so he taps furiously as his trachea is crushed. I release his head and move my leg. He can breathe again, but he coughs as I arrogantly straddle his chest.

I just sit back and wait. Again he doesn't make a move against me, so I figure I've made my point. I slide off him, watching him carefully. When I'm sure he's compliant, I grab him by the hair and drag him back to the locker area. His wet body slides over the tiles until we're back on dry tile. I force him up and over the bench. He moves, but a tight ball grab ends that.

“You offered fuck stakes, remember? You going back on that?”

I grab a condom from my nearby sweat pants pocket and slide it on. Josh starts to move again, but I push him down with one finger on his back. He complies like a good boy. Josh just hangs there, draped over the bench, frozen in fear. I guess I can be quite convincing when I want to be.

Josh grunts, “Just fucking do it!”

I force my sheathed cock into his ass crack. His ass is still lubed and stretched from Cody's fucking, so I slide easily into his hole. Josh moans as he gets fucked for the second time today. I fuck him rough and mercilessly until I'm ready to explode. When I feel like cumming, I slide out and cover his wet back with my cum, marking him as my bitch.

When I'm done, I get up and walk to his bag. Josh doesn't move. I find my money in his wallet, counting it out slowly in front of him.

Josh just watches, the fear subsiding and his natural arrogance coming back. Still, he seems to realize just how serious I am and the mistake he made by failing me. I love it, seeing this perfect muscleman helpless and scared at my feet. For the first time in my life, I feel real control over another man. And I like it. I smile a cold, evil smile at him and toss his wallet to him.

Josh just sits on the floor, cowering as I towel off. I pull on my padded body suit, baggy track clothes and shoes, disguising my body again. I unlock the locker room door, sit down on a bench and wait. I watch as Josh scrambles to strip off the boots we gave him. Thirty seconds later, Josh flies out of the locker room, wearing just unbuttoned jeans and flip flops, carrying his bag. I laugh as I see that he doesn't even bother toweling off or throwing on a shirt over his cum-stained torso.

Alone, I feel empty and tired. I'm still so fucking pissed, but my adrenaline is going down. Obviously, I tried to set Cody up. However, I failed. I tried to have him beaten, fucked, unmasked and humiliated live. Instead, today turned into a triumph and, worst of all, Cody's antenna is up. He'll be on the lookout for other guys who try the same tricks. He definitely won't take a hard match again for a while. And he'll never believe that I could screw up twice, so even if he does lose, it won't go out live. Damn, this sucks.

You may be wondering why Cody's best friend would do this. See, I'm usually loyal to a fault. Cody, on the other hand, is a self-absorbed asshole. Last year, I was with a great guy, Greg. Like always, it didn't work out. But what I learned after some detective work is that Cody was the reason it didn't work out. I went back through all my relationships and uncovered Cody's handiwork in the demise of several of them - the exact same seductions and lies. I loved and trusted him, but it turns out that he is keeping me alone. I was crushed, but then, like today, something came over me.

Since the moment I woke up to the truth of the ultimate betrayal, my life has changed. I have transformed myself completely, inside and out, but kept it all a secret while I tried to figure out what to do. I know I won't be a sucker any longer, that's for sure. I've been obsessively working out non-stop for a year, eating perfectly and taking supplements (not steroids, just over-the-counter supplements). I’ve even had a little plastic surgery to tidy up some of the loose skin.

Now, I'm solid and strong, even stronger than Cody. I've carefully kept my body hidden from him under baggy clothes and selective padding I borrowed from a friend (one of the benefits of living in LA … friends in costuming) until I figure out the best time to reveal myself. Of course Cody is so narcissistic, he has barely even noticed a change in me or wondered why I'm fully dressed all the time.

Most importantly, I've been secretly training with a local wrestling coach. I've wrestled with Cody since we were 14. I know all his moves and now, I know things he's never even thought of before.

I didn't want to get directly involved in the wrestling revenge, but that seems unavoidable. I guess I was afraid to be linked to it all. But I need to accept that when this is done, Cody and I are done, too. I mean, it's not like we're real friends. To him, I'm a pet dog or an unpaid servant. Obviously I can't trust other guys to do my dirty work. Cody must be taught a lesson and if that means doing it myself, so be it.

Beating up Josh has my juices flowing. I know I can take the fight to Cody and win, but I want to be 100% sure. I need the ultimate test.

Ryan's Test

As I expected, Cody is taking some time off. And when he's not wrestling, he doesn't give a shit about The Cave. So I can do what I want, however I want. I decide to use the time wisely. When Cody is ready to wrestle again, I need to be ready for him. My body is in peak shape and I've honed my skill, but practice is different than the real thing.

I decide to measure myself against a tough opponent. I realize that the obvious choice is to wrestle Max. Unknown to most, The Bat has actually lost once - to a stud named Max who was undefeated in six matches at The Cave before he stopped wrestling with us when he moved up to Cupertino for a job opportunity and has been too busy to come down for another match. Of course the match with The Bat didn't get posted, because of Cody's humungous ego, but it happened.

Max is a rock solid tough guy - 6'1" and 205-lbs of raw fighting power. He is strong, flexible and smart. Max can take a ton of abuse, as Cody learned when he refused to submit to any of his holds. I reach out to Max with a challenge and he immediately agrees to wrestle me. Dude loves to wrestle and dominate bigger guys. The best part is that Max and Cody don't talk, so I feel safe wrestling him, regardless of the outcome. Whatever happens, Cody won't know about it.

I drive up to San Francisco the day before my match and hang out, seeing the sites. I don't go out - I've never been a nightlife kinda guy, so I'm well-rested for my match with Max. However, I sense my nerves kicking up and I get a little anxious. Talk and plans are cool, but this is reality.

When I arrive at Max's place, he opens the door already wearing tiny black trunks and black boots. Guy probably sleeps in them. We shake and move to his garage, which is more like a barn. It houses a pretty nice 16' x 16' ring that sits about a foot off the concrete floor and is surrounded by mats. As I walk in, I see a wall of trunks and masks hanging from hooks with names and dates attached.

Max, my big test

Max follows my stare and says, "Just a little trophy wall. So, I'se surprised y'all called me, dude. I don't mind throwin' ya 'round the mats, but I ne'er thought ya liked the rough stuff, Ry-guy." Max has a deep voice and a mixed up accent, the result of being an army brat and a brilliant, adaptable human sponge. He often switches from Southern to Aussie to Brit to Midwest mid-sentence, depending entirely on the words. It adds to his long list of incredible charms. Other than Cody and Josh, I've never even touched anyone as hot as Max. My cock is swelling and my voice goes missing as the shy, insecure me, the one I've been my whole life, takes hold for a moment, preventing me from answering.

When I just shrug and don't say anything, Max says, "So, show me whatcha got fer me today. Let's see what's goin' up on the wall."

I smile, but stay silent as I strip down to a pair of white speedos. Max is visibly surprised. He says, "Damn, Ry-guy, y'all lookin' good. Why you be hidin' all that muscle under them baggy clothes? A body like that gotta be free."

In my white trunks

I shrug again, but I do finally find my voice. I respond nonchalantly, "I just like to be comfortable, Max."

"Damn shame, Ry. You'da been first on me list at The Cave if I'da known. Can't wait to make up for lost time."

The fact that Max is impressed brings my confidence back. While Max watches, I pull on my white boots, lacing them carefully. I stand up, adjust my package in my speedo and start to stretch. Max comes in close and feels my body as I move through my pre-match routine. It feels nice to have this hot man rub my muscles all over as I bend, twist and turn. A wet spot appears on the front of my white speedos. Of course, Max isn't shy, so he rubs the spot and smells his hand. Fuck, I can't believe I'm doing this. Max's hands go everywhere, squeezing and feeling. I try to regain my swagger, the confidence that I will need to face and overcome my equally hot best friend. The confidence that enabled me to crush Josh. Finally, Max backs up and nods approvingly. When I bend over to start some seated stretches, Max grabs my shoulder and pushes me back up.

"Dude, I think you're plenty warmed up. Let's get this started." Max looks me in the eye and smiles. I melt in his eyes a little.

WHAM! Max suddenly slugs my stomach hard. OOF! I take his punch and it wakes me up. My fire is back. Max immediately tries another punch, but I grab his wrist before he can follow through into my hard abs. We struggle for a minute, eyes locked. Finally, Max smiles and nods as he backs off. He circles me, checking me out one last time.

Max slaps my ass and says, "Nice, dude. So maybe this not gonna be so easy, eh?"

"No, Max, I promise this won't be easy. For you." Max smiles and winks at my bravado. Damn, he's hot. Damn, I need to forget about that.

We circle the mats carefully. I move in first. Max ducks and lunges with the speed of a snake, striking my stomach again, harder this time. I look down at the red fist print. My first mistake. Max doesn't back off. He uses my lack of focus to move behind me and hammer two fists into my kidneys. I turn into a hard scoop slam down onto the mat. As I scramble up, Max grabs me again, slamming me down even harder.

Max moves to drop an elbow, but I roll out of the way. We both get to our feet and face each other. Max dances on the balls of his feet like a boxer. I move in again and we lock up. I force Max back into the corner. As I lift my hands to break, Max dives forward and tackles me. He mounts my chest and pins my arms with his knees.

Max says, "No ref here, man. You shouldn't have done a break." Max playfully swats my head. My cock grows even bigger as this hot stud sits on top of me, seriously tenting my white trunks.

Instead of resisting, I just smile and respond, "Point taken. By the way, your arms look great." Max obliges with a double bicep flex. I swing my legs up and under his arms, pulling him back off me, fast and hard into a pin. "One." Pause. "Two." Max rolls out of the pin. As he rolls over, I hop up to a crouch. When he rises, I tackle him back to the corner. I slam my shoulder into his abs three times then fire a forearm into the side of his head. With Max stunned, I jump onto his thighs, grabbing his head. Seconds later, I'm rolling back, executing a monkey flip. Max sails over me and flies across the ring, landing hard on his sternum.

I rise first, driving the sole of my white boot into the small of his back. Max moves forward and crawls up in the corner facing outside the ring. I charge fast, leaping and driving a knee between his shoulder blades, crushing him into the corner. I bounce off then charge my shoulder into the small of his back, slamming it in several times. Max sags on the top rope. I grab the waistband of his trunks and pull him out of the corner. I drop a shoulder and hoist the muscle stud onto my shoulders.

With Max draped over my shoulders in a perfect backbreaker, I pace around the ring, cranking it hard. Max moans, but doesn't submit. Damn, he's a tough bastard. Max reaches around to claw my face, but I shake him hard, preventing him from countering. As I walk around the ring, trying to decide what to do, I feel opposing tension. I realize too late that I've moved too close to the ropes. Max has grabbed the top rope with one hand. He pulls hard and kicks his feet. Before I can stop him, Max slides off my shoulders and rolls outside the ring.

I don't want to lose my advantage, so I quickly leap over the top rope. I land beside a rising Max, only to be met with a hard forearm to my lower abdomen and a shoulder under my chin. I fall back against the garage wall. Max charges, landing a knee to my abs. He slams hard, fast fists into my abs. I manage to push Max off me. My abs are red and sore.

I can see Max's strategy - abs and back. Weaken the core, weaken the body. Max and I circle the narrow space outside the ring. He is still smiling, but I'm done letting his hotness distract me. When he kicks at my abs, I see it coming. I grab his black boot and spin him around. I reach around his waist for a reverse bearhug, but Max launches back, pushing me against the wall. My back hits hard and I release my grip.

I'm winded and stunned as Max turns into me. He quickly wraps his arms around my waist. He lifts and spins me around, slamming me down onto the mats. Max lands on top of me and grabs my leg. He lifts and spins me over into a single leg crab. I moan in pain as he cranks back on the hold.

Max keeps up the pressure. I let myself go limp then suddenly push up and kick back. I catch Max off guard and he flies off me. I turn on the mat then rise to avoid being ambushed. When I reach my feet, Max moves in fast. I scoop him up, but he swings his feet up and wraps his legs around my head and neck. Max tries to roll me down, but I hold his torso tightly. The handsome muscle stud dangles from around my neck for a moment, unwilling to give up his scissors grip. We spin as he hangs and I try to throw him off.

Suddenly, Max release his scissors around my head, letting his feet fall. As he does this, he uses his momentum to pull me down, sliding behind me and forcing me flat on the mat with an armbar. He plants his forearm on my shoulder and cranks the hold. I feel pain as he forces my arm up and my face into the mat. I kick my feet in vain as 205-lbs of muscle man works my shoulder over. Max keeps my arm locked, but I'm not submitting. Despite the pain, I hold out. With a twist, turn and push, I manage to roll under him and topple him, face first onto the mat. I scramble on top of him, planting all my weight on him.

I slam a fist across his broad back. It doesn't hurt, but it does distract. I grab Max's wrists and pin them against his body with my legs. I reach up and lock on a nerve hold, digging my fingers into Max's rock hard trapezius muscles. Ah. Ah. The trapped stud moans, but I don't feel the muscles giving at all. I release one of his traps and fire a series of fists into his other shoulder. SLAM! SLAM! SLAM! I hear real grunts of pain this time. UNHHHHHHH!

Max squirms under me, but my weight advantage keeps him pinned as I punish his shoulder with a combination of claw and fists. I let up and grab one of his arms, freeing it. I bring it back and straight up. I hear Max's feet kicking the mat in pain and frustration. My shoulder work has paid dividends, as I stretch him out. Still, no submission, so I roll up and pull him to his feet by his arm. Max tries to push me off, but I move up and under his arm, flipping him over me and back to the mat. I move in behind the seated Max and lock on a headlock.

Max plants his feet and pushes back, forcing us to our feet. I transition the headlock to a sleeper, but Max reaches back and grabs my head before I can lock it on. He drops down and my chin slams against his shoulder. I can only sit on the mat, stunned. Max wastes no time, spinning and grabbing my ankle. He lifts my leg and spins over me. I react fast, kicking his perfect ass as he steps over. Max flies forward, back into the ring. I slowly get up, holding my chin. As Max rises in the ring, I leap over the top rope to face him again.

Back in the ring, I circle Max warily. I've more than held my own, but this guy is tough. We've been wrestling for over 30 minutes in and out of the ring. We're both sweaty, but neither of us are that tired. I'm impressed by Max's conditioning. I mean, I've basically lived in the gym for a year, but he maintains a full-time job AND this amazing body. We trade headlocks, standing armbars, flips, forearms and stomps. Neither one of us can maintain an advantage. I should be annoyed, but I'm actually impressed with myself being an equal with Max and being able to counter him for minute after minute of fast-paced ring action.

Max moves in again for a lockup and I meet him again. No tricks as we push man versus man. It's a heavyweight test of strength as we push back and forth, each trying to drive the other into the corner and demonstrate our superiority. Despite my size and strength advantage, Max stymies me with weight and grip shifts.

I decide to just let loose. I charge forward with all the strength I can muster. Max moves back, but as we approach the corner, he uses my momentum against me. Max drops and turns. I trip forward, my face slamming into the turnbuckle hard. Max grabs me around the chest and shoulder and pulls back hard. I crash back onto the mat, Max on top of me.

Max pins my wrists to the mat then springs up into a handstand on my wrists. Before I can react, he comes down, knees first into my abs. WHOOF! My abs nearly collapse from the weight. Shit that hurt, but my abs did hold, barely. Max lifts up again, but I'm ready this time. I sweep my arms out, shifting his hands. Max falls down awkwardly. He lands, butt on the mat, his back on top of my chest, but not with much force. He is surprised and takes a moment too long to recover.

I roll up behind Max and slide my hands under his arms, locking on a full nelson. I lift my hips up and press down. As he sits on the mat, I force Max's face between his legs, my weight pressing down as I fold Max in half. I hear a moan, which always gives me great satisfaction, but no submission.

I'm not ready to give up on the full nelson yet. I move back and lift Max up to his feet, maintaining the hold. I lean back, pulling his feet off the mat. More moaning, but nothing more. I move into the corner. When we get close, Max pushes back, slamming my back into the corner, but I refuse to release the hold. I plant my right foot on the bottom rope then my left. With all my new power, I lift and lean back over the turnbuckle. Max is lifted up, suspended by the full nelson. He dangles as I use his weight and the corner to steady myself. Max kicks his feet, but I keep leaning back to counter his weight shift.

Max lets out a small, high pitched cry that I've not heard before. I realize that for all his moaning, this is the sound I really need. With my super hot opponent now crying in pain for real, I step up my game. I shake Max back and forth. He doesn't give, but I feel his resistance lessening. I can't keep him suspended any longer, I'm sweating and tiring, keeping his 205-lbs up in the air. I lower Max's feet to the ground and hop off the rope.

I force Max into the middle of the ring. He has been in the full nelson for a long time, but he won't submit. I decide to move on, knowing I've weakened him. Instead of just letting go, I start spinning. Max's feet can't keep up. They end up straight out as I spin him from his shoulders - the force is incredible and I hear his high pitched cry again. After a few revolutions, I let go. Max flies across the ring, landing hard on his sternum. He falls into the corner, arms hanging limply from his weakened shoulders.

I take a minute to gather myself. The spinning hurt Max, but it has also made me dizzy. Max is seated, rubbing his shoulder. I move in behind, planting a boot onto the aching joint. Max tries to climb the corner and spin to face me, but I'm faster. I grab his arm ad fling him across the ring into the opposite corner. WHAM! Max hits hard, back first. He bounces off and I scoop him up for another slam. SLAM! I flip Max over and plant him on his back. Two stomps to his abs and a elbow drop has him curled up. I use the opportunity to drive three knees into his side and lower back. With Max now flat on his stomach, I punish his lower back with two quick elbows. I plant my foot in his back, grab his wrist and ankle and sit back. I pull hard, bending Max back, stretching him out against my foot. I work to fold Max back. He tries to pull against the hold, but I have leverage and power. I feel less resistance than I expect, so I must be weakening him.

I really crank on his back, but eventually, after no submission comes, I move my foot. I keep hold of his ankle as I move forward, positioning my knees in his back. I grab under Max's chin and roll back into a bow and arrow. Max hangs over my knees, head and feet touching the ring. I again hear the high pitched whine for him, but again, he refuses to give to me.

I roll Max off me. We're both sweaty and breathing hard. His body is red and he is moving slowly. We've been at this for over an hour now. The long submission holds have taken their toll. I knew Max would be resilient, but I'm surprised I haven't been able to get a submission. I'm a little frustrated as I get up and force Max to his knees. I feel in complete control, as I lift him up by his arm and sore shoulder, but also confused about what to do next. As I pull him up, Max isn't confused. He dives for my abs. He slams me into the corner, back first. With the tables turned, he whips me across the ring. I crash hard into the opposite turnbuckle. Max flies into me with a cross body block. I shake my head to catch my wits, but Max doesn't give me any time. He whips me across again. I slam hard and bounce off, right into a clothesline that sends me to the ring floor.

Max is back in control. He stomps on my bicep then my abs. I roll to the side, but he grabs my hair and pulls me up. Max throws me into the ropes. When I bounce off, he is waiting with a dropkick to my chin that flattens me. I'm dazed and confused as Max grabs my feet into a full Boston crab. He really cranks it and I feel shooting pain. It's my turn to cry out now. I'm tired, even though I've been dishing out most of the pain. I can't throw him off, all I can do is suffer.

I cry out as Max continues to fold me in half. I make the mistake of trying to go for his ankles. Max grabs my wrists and holds my arms tight. With my ankle wedged under his arms and now my arms trapped, there's really not much I can do. I steel my will. If Max can hold out, so can I. I refuse to submit again and again. Eventually, I free my wrists. With all my might, I press up and pull with my legs. I manage to topple Max and he has no choice but to release my legs as he falls.

I'm so sore and tired that I can't move immediately, but so is Max. The Boston crab was hard for him, too. He is finally showing the results of my long submission punishment on him. We both stagger to our feet and fall into our corners. Across the ring, I can see Max smiling. I smile back. Our chests are heaving; our muscled bodies red. We move out together into the middle of the ring. I extend a handshake and Max accepts. Not surprisingly, we both try to use it to our advantage. I pull Max into a forearm smash while he lifts a boot. I connect first, his foot hitting harmlessly on my thigh. With Max staggered, I reach under him and scoop him across my chest.

I drop Max across my knee. He cries out. I power him back up and drop him again. Louder, longer cry. With all the power I can still muster, I power him up for a third time and drop him harder still. Really loud cry. I bend him over my knee in a backbreaker. Max moans and struggles, but he can't get free. I'm cranking hard, holding his neck and knees to steady him. His 205-lbs of muscle hangs limply. I hear his tortured cries and feel the resistance leaving him.

Max holds out for a long time, but I learn that even he has limits.

"DAMN, I GIVE, MAN." Max finally submits.

I release the hold, letting him fall to the mat. I fall back, seated and exhausted. Finally, I move to the corner and grab a seat on the top turnbuckle. I feel great. Tired, exhausted and sore, but still, I know if Max submits to me, Cody will, too.

After the Match

I can't help but look at Max as he lies there. He is simply stunning in defeat. We're both drenched in sweat. I keep silently watching Max as he finally sits up. He rubs his back and tries to stretch it out. I could watch him all day as he twists and contorts his torso.

I finally break the silence. "Max. That was awesome. Thank you. Wanna go again?"

"Naw, man. Let's take a break. Woo. You got yourself some stamina, Ry-guy. I'se impressed. Definitely impressed. Not too many guys who can wear me down and get me to give." Stamina. I like that.

Max crawls over to me as I sit on the turnbuckle. He stands up and comes in close, between my legs. I watch as he strips out of his black trunks, revealing his beautiful manhood. I have to work not to shoot in my white trunks as he hands me his black ones. I pull them up to my face and sniff them. God, they smell amazing. I tuck them in the waistband of my trunks. Max climbs up the ropes, standing on the middle turnbuckle. He leans in and kisses me on the lips. It is a long, delicious kiss. Surprisingly soft and tender. I get lost in it. I'm not the most experienced guy when it comes to sex, I have to admit, but it was an awesome kiss. I'm surprised, though. I say, "I thought you didn't do this. You know, sex stakes stuff."

Max says, "That wasn't about stakes, Ry-guy. That was about respect, admiration ... attraction. That was about kissing the hottest man who's ever been in this ring, man."

"Oh." I blush and don't know what to say. When you've been overweight and second fiddle to a stud like Cody your whole life, it's tough to accept compliments and believe them. Max tenderly caresses my face and it drives me wild. We kiss again and I almost topple off the turnbuckle to the floor.

Max hops down to the mat. He starts rubbing my legs. He leans in and looks up at me. I am overwhelmed and lean forward, kissing him again. Max moves his hands up my torso, caressing me. He kisses my chest, spending time sucking on my nipples. Max runs his fingers across my abs and lats to the waistband of my tenting white trunks. He pushes me up, so I'm standing on the second rope. He kisses my bulge then slides my trunks off me. I convulse when Max wraps his lips around my already hard cock. He is the hottest man I've ever been with, hotter even than most of my fantasies. Stakes or not, the fact that he is servicing me after I defeated him is hotter than anything I've ever imagined. I struggle not to shoot in his mouth right then and there. Sensing my impending explosion, Max slows down, releasing my cock and sucking my balls. I sit back down, I'm too excited to balance. I can only moan in intense pleasure as he plays with my body. Finally, Max moves back to my cock and sucks a load out of me in seconds. I warn him it's coming, but he doesn't withdraw, he just deftly swallows my entire load.

Max moves up the ropes and kisses me again. He smiles and asks, "Got plans tonight?" I shake my head and hop down off the turnbuckle. I spend the most incredible night of my life with Max. We wrestle and fuck until dawn. Max gives me tips on how I could be more aggressive and better combine moves for faster submissions. I catch a little sleep in his bed and promise to come back soon. I'm on cloud nine the entire drive back to L.A.

I know now that I can actually beat my traitorous best friend. The only question is when and how.

Ryan Is Ready

After defeating Max, I return home, confident and totally ready to finish things with Cody myself. I lie low, avoiding Cody as much as I can. I claim to be swamped at work and testing new equipment for The Cave. While I could confront Cody and wrestle him as Ryan, betrayed best friend, I have a better idea. I decide to wrestle The Bat anonymously as a masked wrestler. I decide that I can do more than just crush Cody. I can also put an end to his alter ego, The Bat. I can embarrass and expose him, just like I planned for the incompetent Mr. Riddle to do to him.

Cody, my soon-to-be ex-best friend

Cody always says he's saving the Bane character for a real challenge, but no guy is ever big enough or skilled enough. Well, I'm four inches taller, 45 pounds heavier and now I know that I'm a good fighter. I decide that Cody doesn't get to keep stalling. The Bat doesn't know it yet, but Bane is coming for him. And he won't have a clue until it's too late.

My name is Bane and one day, soon, I'm going to destroy The Bat.

The End