The Cave 4: Big Trouble

I'm standing naked in front of the mirror in the locker room, checking myself out. Despite everything that happened today, I don't look too bad. My 6’0” tall, 215-lbs body is bruised, red and sore, but for the most part, I’m physically okay. I flex my biceps, but I don't hold it. It seems like a ridiculous thing to do, showing off my muscles. They didn't do me much good in the ring earlier today and won't for the foreseeable future.

Cody (me)

So physically, I'm cool. Mentally? I'm a mess. I'm obsessing over how I got myself in this position. How did I think it was okay to mess with my best friend’s life so much? Am I kidding myself, thinking that Ryan will ever forgive me? Would I forgive me? Is he just using my guilt to find new ways to use, abuse and humiliate me?

Ryan, my now ex-best friend

Up until a few hours ago, I still thought Ryan was my best friend – the Alfred to my Bat. It turns out he's hated me for months, maybe longer. Now, it’s all out in the open and he says that he's done with me. On the plus side, we own an adult wrestling video company together called The Cave, so he can’t be completely done with me. I know he's not going to walk away from it and neither am I. In fact, there's actually a chance for me to use our business partnership to repair our personal relationship.

While I'm not completely sure what to do, I know that I want to regain his friendship. I still do love Ryan. I mean that in a platonic way, even though he's a very attractive muscle man. We’ve just been through way too much for me to think about that right now. Anyway, Ryan has made it clear that he will only interact with me for Cave business and only then if he's in complete control. Since up to now, I’ve only been lead talent, with him running everything else, I need to do what he says. The Cave doesn’t exist without him. And since he thinks I'm completely narcissistic and self-absorbed, any resistance from me will just cement his opinion.

The fact is, I am sorry and I do regret what I did to him. So if the only way I can prove that is letting him call the shots for awhile, that's what I need to do.

As I stand here, I can't help but fixate on what happened today. How Ryan beat, fucked and exposed me in the ring, live over the internet. In his 6'4"/250-lbs alter ego of Bane, he thoroughly destroyed my alter ego, The Bat, and ended my reign as undefeated, undisputed star of our wrestling site.

Then I go over what came after all of that. I thought it was over. Ryan had unmasked himself and revealed his anger. I took all the blame and begged for forgiveness. I had no idea that there was a lot more to come.

Flashback: The Challenge

It was right after the match. Ryan/Bane had broken me down for probably an hour at least, just torturing every part of my body until, after a devastating over-the-knee backbreaker, I had no choice but to strip off my trunks and mask, handing him my identity and pride. After the cameras went off and I regained consciousness, Ryan revealed himself. Honestly, that did more damage than the fight. Mentally, at least. I was forced to confront my shameful behavior that had led to this moment.

Ryan was kicking me out of his life. He wanted me to relinquish my role in The Cave, but I refused. He tried to get me to put it up as stakes, but I refused. I told him I could change and be a better friend. That's when the whole ego discussion happened. He challenged me to prove I could change.

Anyway, Ryan/Bane was helped by this guy who filmed the squash while pretending to be Ryan/Cameraman. Well, as I try to talk to the real Ryan, Mr. Cameraman stepped in, like he was defending him. First, Ryan didn't exactly need defending, as he proved. Second, this was family business. Ryan and I had been friends for 18 years, since we were ten. Mr. Cameraman needed to step off.

Ryan then started defending Pete (Mr. Cameraman's real name). Apparently, Pete and I met multiple times like a year ago and Ry talks about him. I can't be expected to remember everything or recognize everyone, especially when I was dealing with losing my best friend! So, they were both insulted by that, too. It became a huge debate and debacle and, more importantly, completely off-topic!

One thing led to another and in the end, I ended up changing into a pair of skimpy white trunks and white pro boots, borrowed from our supply of gear that we keep for wrestlers without their own gear. There I was, walking through the curtain, headed to the ring, getting ready to face off in a stakes match with Pete.

Me

What? Yeah, that was my reaction. It was an emotional time. I don't remember how it all happened, but that's what happened.

Wrestling Pete

As I waited there, Pete finally came through the black curtain from the locker room. Whoa, I realized that how big he was, as he emerged wearing black trunks pulled up to his navel, black knee pads and black pro boots. He was definitely Ryan's henchman, as his trunks had the same symbol as Bane's mask on the front.

I shouldn’t have been surprised by his size, but I was. Operating the camera, Pete was posing as “fat Ryan”, who was 6'4" (but always seemed shorter because he was slouching) and a soft 300-lbs before he transformed himself into a gorgeous muscle stud through the power of hate. Yes, another motivational success story for my day job as a personal trainer, but not one I'll share with potential clients.

I realized that Pete was actually a little shorter than Ryan, only 6'2" tall, but he was definitely at least 300-lbs. He’s probably more, but it’s not like he weighed in, so let’s call him an even 300. He was round, pasty and hairy, but the fact that he had boots and trunks at the ready suggested he was not a novice. I knew the gear was his, because none of ours would fit around that 48” (total guess) waist and those 20" (another guess) calves.

Pete, Ryan's buddy

I had never wrestled a guy this big before, but I had watched enough wrestling to understand the basic concept. Size and my weakened condition were his advantages. Speed was mine. Looking at his arms, I thought I probably had more power, especially on the ground, but there wouldn't be any lifts or body scissors from me.

I watched Pete waddle up the aisle for a second then I turned to face the corner. I started stretching out my aching shoulders, using the ring ropes on either side of the corner and stretching back. My mistake, but I didn’t really think that Pete would be able to get into the ring very fast. I heard Ryan ring the bell, but before I could even turn around, I heard heavy stomps coming up behind me.

Pete must have sprinted as soon as I turned. The big man took it to me as soon as he entered the ring. He charged at me in the corner, splashing into me before I could even turn. His 300-lbs literally crushed me, front first into the corner. I had never felt anything like that before. It was all I could do not to pass out from the impact. After everything Ryan did to me earlier, I had overestimated my stamina. One move and I was pretty much done.

Pete reached forward and grabbed my head. I was like a wet noodle in his grip. The big man slammed my face into the turnbuckle three times then let me sag down in the corner. He peppered my back with fists then lifted his big boot and stomped the middle of my back.

I heard Pete say, “Ry, I can’t believe you said this asshole was tough. He’s nothin’.”

I shook my head out, trying to stand and focus. I finally turned around after being attacked, as Pete actually waited for me. The fact that he felt no need to capitalize on his advantage was probably one of the most disrespectful things that he could have done to me as a man. It was up to me to prove him wrong, but I was completely wobbly.

Pete forced me into a lock up. I lifted my knee up into his gut, but it didn't affect him at all. Bane's henchman used his weight to overpower me into the ropes then bring a big forearm across my wide open pecs. Pete did it again then brought his knee into my white spandex-covered pouch. I tried to double over, but the big man held me firmly back.

"Shit, you got nothin’, Punk. Nothin’."

My beefy opponent grabbed my arm and whipped me across the ring. He leveled me with a shoulder block on the rebound, sending me crashing onto my back and shoulders. UNH!

Pete cried out, "WOO! You can't move this! You can't move this!" as I went down.

The big man slapped his huge chest with his fist, showing Ryan his power. I didn't even have time to move before he laid the boots to me, the soles of his black patent leather wrestling boots softening my torso up. My contribution to the banter was something like, "UH! UH! UH! UH!" as he stomped the crap out of me.

(Let me say that I’ve been stomped many times, but when 300-lbs are behind it, it’s a whole new level of pain.)

"C'mon, boy, I got some more for you. Let's see what those muscles can take."

Pete grabbed my hair and forced me to my feet. I followed, compliant and submissive, face grimacing with the pain from this early abuse. Again, he whipped me across the rope and leveled me with a shoulder block, emphasizing that he was the man, the one with the power.

Using my hair, again, the massive mound of man forced me to my feet. Pete backed me into the corner, giving me a forearm to the side of my head. He whipped me hard into the opposite corner. I crashed in on my back, only to see Pete running at me full speed. He actually left his feet before splashing into me, crushing me between the irresistible force (his charging 300-lbs) and the immovable object (the ring corner). I sagged from the impact, but before I could fall, I was thrown across to the other corner, where I was splashed again!

The entire ring shook as Pete used his beef to its full advantage. When he stepped away, I sagged to my butt, helpless in the corner. The arrogant big man sauntered around the ring, opening his arms wide for Ryan, smiling and nodding. Ryan cheered his henchman on, encouraging him to abuse me more. He lifted his boot and planted it on my chest. Pete pressed down, forcing me against the bottom turnbuckle, breaking me down.

Pete bent over and slapped me hard across the face, demonstrating his complete dominance. He dragged me up by my hair then slapped me again, inviting me to strike back, but I just hung on the ropes, barely able to stand. Pete grabbed my hair and pulled me out from the corner. He reached down and effortlessly lifted me up across his chest. The big man carried me around the ring before turning and power slamming me into the mat, driving his full weight down on top of me. I couldn't even arch my back, because Pete was resting across my stomach.

"Is that all you got? Is that all you got, punk? That's all you are. A pathetic little punk."

Pete flexed his bicep for Ryan as he moved to straddle my waist. The massive mammoth slapped my face again. I reached up to grab his wrists, but he lifted his ass and brought it down hard. This simple action drove the air out of me. Pete slid back, crushing my spandex-covered crotch with his ass. The big dude started punching my abs and chest at will. I couldn't do anything but take it. I could tell that he was enjoying this, breaking down my hard-earned muscle with his fists.

Eventually, as I offered no resistance, Pete rose up, stomped me again and paused to show off for Ryan. I realized that he was preening for his boss, showing Bane that he was worthy. I tried to rise, but once again, the evil henchman grabbed my hair. I fired a fist into his stomach, but it did nothing but make him laugh.

The huge heel challenged me, "Try again!"

I didn’t move, so Pete dragged me to my knees then stepped back. He put his hands on his hips. I fired another fist, but again he just laughed it off. I sent a third fist into his stomach, but I couldn’t impact his giant gut. In return, he drove a fist across my face and sent me sprawling back to the mat. Pete planted a foot on my stomach and walked over me then did it again. It was an apt action, as I was just a doormat at that point.

The big dude said, "C'mon, I got lots more for you, jobber punk!"

Forced back on my feet, Pete maneuvered me into position on the ropes again. He delivered another forearm to my chest before he forced me across the ring with another whip. This time, I turned right into Pete full on as he charged at me. OOF! I felt like I ran into a brick wall, if a brick wall could move at you. We collided chest-to-chest, belly-to-belly. It was no contest. I went down immediately, landing on my shoulders and head.

Pete knelt down and lied down across my chest. The mighty mountain of man counted the pin, knowing I was never going to move his 300-lbs. When he reached two, Pete yanked me up by sitting up and pulling on my hair. He brought my face right into his sweaty Bane-mask crotch, rubbing my face on his tenting manhood.

The big man moved behind me and locked on a chin lock. I struggled unsuccessfully to free myself as Bane's henchman controlled me. I fought to pry his arm off me. To stop me, Pete moved up and leaned forward with the chin lock, forcing my face between my knees. I had to take my hands from his arm and brace them on the mat, struggling to support Pete's weight on my back. It wouldn’t normally have been a problem, but I was super-tired, not even close to being recovered from my beatings by Ryan or this ginormous beast.

Pete released the hold, grabbing my hair and powering my head back into the canvas. I was whipped back, knocked almost unconscious by the impact. With just his hands pressing down on my chest and his crotch planted on my face, Pete pinned me.

From outside the ring, Ryan counted. “ONE. Oh yeah, you’re the man, buddy. TWO. You’re the stud. He’s nothing. THREE.” I figured it was done, but Pete must have been a fan of King Kong Bundy.

Pete said to Ryan, “FIVE! Count to five!”

Ryan eagerly said, “FOUR. Dude, I could count to a hundred. You’re way too much man for him. FIVE.”

I could do nothing but moan and wait for Pete to make me fulfill the match stakes. This wasn’t really even a match; it was a pro wrestling muscle squash - the pretty muscle boy (me) as a plaything for the portly mega-heel (Pete). I was Jim Powers to his Big John Studd. Pete’s bulk crushed my muscle. It was time to pay the price, except Pete had other ideas.

This heel would decide when the match was done and he had a lot more punishment he wanted to dish out. After the pin, he got up, leaving me lying there, still stunned from the abuse I had endured. I just lied there, not moving, until I heard stomps and felt the ring shaking.

I opened my eyes just in time to see a big white blob coming right at me. Great. Pete had run across the ring, bounced off the ropes and leapt in the air. He landed across my torso, crushing me with the huge splash. WHOMP! My face showed the pain of the move as my eyes bugged it of my head.

I just lied there, waiting for Pete to count me out, but instead, he stood up. Bane's henchman engaged in more showing off for his boss. I had to suffer more taunting from the big dominator. At Ryan's urging, he grabbed my wrist and dragged my carcass to the corner. When we got there, Pete mounted the corner, climbing to the second rope. The big man bounced up and down, leaping off for a Banzai drop, driving his huge ass down onto my chest. I tried to cough and breathe, but it was hard to do either. Pete just sat there, flexing for Ryan.

Ryan hopped up on the ring apron, leaned through the ropes and kissed his henchman on the lips. I looked up, watching the two men making out over me, my chest still being crushed by Pete's enormous ass. They kissed for what seemed like hours, but it was probably seconds. When 300-lbs are resting on your chest, it’s hard to keep track of time.

Finally, Ryan slid down then counted another pin for his henchman. I didn't move at all as the two of them mocked me.

"Man, can I get some competition around here? You’re pathetic!"

Pete stood up and stomped me again for good measure then backed off. I rolled to my side, holding my chest.

Pete said, "Ding, ding, ding. We're going again. I'm not done with you yet, jobber punk. Not by a long shot!" When Pete made his bell sound, I realized that meant it was time for another round.

I said softly, "Please, guys, no more. C’mon, you win." They both just laughed at my plea.

The big man grabbed my hair and dragged me up. He pushed me into the corner, where he forced my legs over the middle turnbuckle and my arms over the top. With me helpless, Pete moved across the ring, sized me up and ran full speed. WHAM! Again, he splashed into me and once again, I was crushed. Pete grabbed my hair and pulled my head up. He fired a fist into my forehead then backed off, letting me hang there, head slumped, completely defeated.

The beefy heel put his hand behind my head and pushed me to the canvas. Pete grabbed my white trunks and dragged me into the center of the ring. He stood over me and pulled my trunks down and over my boots, exposing my butt.

Pete bent over and slapped my ass, taunting me, "Get up, jobber punk."

When I didn't move, Pete grabbed my boots and flipped me over onto my back. He lifted my legs up and finished stripping my trunks off. He brought his boot between my legs. I put my hands up, pleading with him not to bring it down. WHOMP! Pete's boot crashed into my lower abs. He forced the sole of his boot into my flesh as I cried out in pain. WHOMP! Another boot then he stepped through my legs and turned, planting his ass on my face and his shins over my shoulders. As he did that, he brought my legs down under his armpits. Pete folded me in half as he sat on my face. I was pinned and smothered. I kicked my feet, but of course I couldn't move him at all.

Pete took advantage of my position by spanking my bare ass, making sure that I understood that I didn't deserve any respect as a man. When my ass was bright red, he demanded that I submit to his spanking, "GIVE!"

"I SUBMIT!" I cried into his ample ass that covered my face. Between the mound of ass on my face, the pressure on my neck from having 300-lbs pressing down on my folded body and the earlier punishment, I could have been submitting for any number of reasons. However, it felt like I was submitting to a spanking, which was more than humiliating.

"Poor baby, can't take a spanking? You're the most pathetic wimp I've ever wrestled."

Pete released my legs, but stayed seated on my face. He leaned forward and grabbed my cock and balls. He squeezed my manhood, causing me to yell and thrash under him. The beefy henchman manhandled me as he and Ryan laughed. When he finally let go, he punched my cock before rolling off me.

I curled into a ball as he trotted around me, posing, mocking me and laying a few boots on my shoulder, hip and leg. I had taken a ton of big punishment, but Pete was not done. He gripped my hair again (I worried that I would end up bald). Back to my feet and into the corner again, Pete started throwing punches at my torso.

Pete flexed then charged the corner with a clothesline. He backed off and I stumbled forward, only to be grabbed by into a bearhug. Pete shook me in the hold as I suffered like a rag doll, moaning the entire time. The massive monster was like a true bear playing with a man. He squeezed the little remaining life I had left from me. I slumped in his arms, not even able to fight back.

Pete held it for a long time, really punishing me. He again demanded a submission, "GIVE IT UP, JOBBER!"

I again obliged, meekly muttering, "I give!" Pete tossed me down like I was garbage, planted a boot on my face as Ryan counted to ten this time.

I hoped that a ten-count after being stripped was the end of things. We had been at this for a while, especially when you consider the time Bane spent beating on me. It was time for Pete to take his prize. Right? Wrong. Pete STILL wasn't done with me.

Pete grabbed my wrist (yay, not my hair) and pulled me to my feet. He whipped me to the ropes and leveled me with another shoulder block. Even now, his power remained while whatever I had was long gone. He dragged me up again, only to pick me up and slam me down on my back with a body slam. I lifted my hips to ease the pressure.

Pete stomped my elevated abs then dragged me up again. He forced me into a reverse bearhug, the perfect move with a naked opponent. There was no doubt about who was in control here. He was wearing his trunks, mine were long gone. Pete's tenting spandex was right at my bare ass, showing me who was in the power position. As he shook me, my manhood flopped around, as weak and helpless as I was. I moaned and tried to break the hold, but I couldn't.

"I GIVE!" I submitted without even being asked. Pete let go of the hold only to force his hands up into a full nelson! He locked it on and shook me, forcing my head down, forcing me to look down at my battered, weak body.

"I GIVE!" Again, I submitted, but Pete was a little slower to release the full nelson than he was the bearhug. He really cranked it and I faded under his power. I dropped to my knees then went completely limp, overpowered by his mighty masterlock. With me limp, Pete finally let go and sent me crashing onto my side. I rolled onto my back, destroyed and unmoving.

This naked submission to his full nelson turned out to be the final one. Pete had had enough, clearly showing that my gym-built muscle was no match for his weight and skill. I got some recovery time as he posed and flexed over me, taunting my pathetic body, declaring victory to Ryan, who applauded. Pete stood over my head as he peeled off his tight black trunks. He dropped them over my face and I heard him stomp around me.

I thought it was time for the victor to enjoy the spoils, but Pete surprised me again.

After the Match

Pete pulled me up to his naked crotch. I opened my mouth, ready to accept his fat, stubby cock, but he pulled my head back. The big man said, "You're not even worth it. I want a man to fuck, not a piece of crap like you." With that, Pete pushed me down and stomped a boot to my chest.

I was shocked and humiliated. Not that I wanted to suck Pete's dick or be fucked by him, but for me to be rejected by him was devastating to my already shattered ego.

From outside the ring, Ryan said, "If you're not taking your stakes, pass the jobber here. I've got an idea. Grab the camera and follow us."

Pete reached down and picked me up across his chest. He walked to the ring rope and effortlessly held me there, waiting for his boss. Ryan stripped off his athletic shorts then moved to grab his Bane mask. He pulled it on then put his arms out. Pete lifted me over the top rope and dropped me into Bane's waiting arms. Bane shifted me over his shoulder, carrying me to the back, with Pete following.

In the locker room, Bane carried me into the shower area. He turned on the shower, pushed me under it, against the wall and stood in front of me. I didn't resist at all as he pushed me down, feeling so weak, so guilty and so sore. Without a word, I leaned into him. I knelt there and opened my mouth, taking his erect cock in my hand, guiding it to my mouth. As warm water rained down on my head, I sucked him in the shower as he loomed over me silently.

As wrong as it might sound, it wasn't horrible. Ryan had become a hot stud and the mask was hot. Bane having his way with Batman was one of my all-time fantasies, which Ryan, as my (former) best friend knew. My cock was hard as I knelt there on the hard tile floor.

My head moved back-and-forth over his hard-as-steel cock. I pulled up and lavished attention on the head of his cock. I do this suck-spin move that can draw cum out fast. Bane moaned as I worked the head of his dick, suddenly bringing him close to orgasm. The villain pushed me off his cock and stepped back. I watched him hunch, trying to avoid cumming.

I knew that the only reason he would resist is because he wanted to cum in another way. I saw that Pete had put a condom on the tiled half-wall that bordered the showers. I crawled over and rose up on my knees, fetching it. Without a word, I unwrapped the condom and slid it over Bane's cock, which hadn't softened at all. Bane grabbed my hair and forced me up and over the half-wall between showers.

I gritted my teeth as my master, Bane, put his hands on my hips. He thrust his cock inside me, taking me, right there in the shower. I noticed that his chubby henchman was still filming with one hand and jerking his dick with the other.

I should have tried to stop this, but all I could think about was the muscular villain taking me in the shower. Bane fucked me hard and long, punishing my ass more now than he had in the ring. I moaned as he rode my ass, the victorious villain taking his prize (again) from the helpless hero.

Pete, acting as cameraman, moved in closer, getting all the action. At Ryan's direction, he propped the camera up on the wall across the way and moved into the scene. I could tell he was reluctant, but Pete was a loyal henchman and obeyed Ryan. He got down on the tile floor. As Bane fucked me, I felt the big guy reach up and grab my huge erect dick with his rough hand. At first, he just held it firmly, letting Bane's fucking move it back-and-forth then he started to move his hand. He applied a lot of pressure, but my big dick could withstand it. My breathing became short as his rough hand tightly worked my cock.

I cried out as I felt the cum rising up. Suddenly, Bane's henchman moved in, wrapping his lips over my cock head. He took my cum as Bane took my ass, swallowing my entire load as he leaned in under me. Pete sucked me dry then slid out and moved in front of me. The henchman grabbed my hair and bent my face up. He kissed me deeply, forcing me to taste my own cum.

As he did this, Bane's breathing accelerated. Seeing his henchman manhandle me was too much for him. He moaned and grunted, his voice rising an octave. "OH YEAH!" Bane shot his load inside me, filling the condom, as his lackey pulled away, having filled my mouth with my own cum. Bane fucked me until he was soft, only pulling out when he was drained. I slipped to the floor, exhausted, destroyed and helpless.

Bane lifted his mask to expose his mouth. He and Pete kissed again. Without another word, they left the shower room, taking the camera with them. I sat there for a while and thought about what would come next.

Cody (me) 

The Next Chapter

A week later and I'm once again standing naked in front of the mirror in the locker room, checking myself out. I'm getting ready for my next official, filmed match for The Cave, my first since Bane destroyed The Bat.

I'm nervous and reluctant, but I need to do this. I need to prove I can suppress my ego for once. I need to talk to Ryan, to break down his anger and that will only happen here, with him in control. Call it penance, call it remorse, whatever. I need to see this through. But I don't move to get dressed for another few minutes. I breathe in deeply, practicing my bio-feedback.

I finally tell myself, "Suck it up, Cody."

It's time to start my new chapter in The Cave.

The End