Rival Pro Wrestling 2: Cave vs. Country

Narrator: Brody
Location: Rival Pro Wrestling Locker Room

Me. Brody. Getting ready for action.

“So we're all set? Great job maneuvering this, Ramsay.”

As the 6’3”/230-lbs 21-year old hunk strips down, he replies to me, “Thanks, Brody. I ran into Ryan's friend Corey. I learned they knew about Rival. Him and me started talking about how to avoid a feud. It just kind of happened.”

Ramsay, getting ready
to be at ringside.

I shake the big young stud’s hand, “Well, you've really saved us. And you even got them on our turf.”

In the corner, my business partner Javi sulks, “Yeah, great job selling me out.”

Javi. My business partner.

Javi’s a tough bastard, but I'm bigger and can be badder. I respond forcefully, “Don't forget, my money’s tied up in Rival, too, Javi. I might be a minority investor, but I've got some say. We're doing this.” I soften my tone, “It'll be fun. And when Buck and I win, it'll solve everything. Ryan will be working for us, launching our site.”

The 35-year old hairy hunk growls at me, “And taking a cut of my fuckin’ profits.”

I remind him, “At least there’ll finally be a fucking cut. Now, get on-board, man. Buck and me got this. The Country Boys are gonna save the day.”

Javi snorts then paces the room. We're business partners in Rival Pro Wrestling, a gay wrestling video site. It's his deal, but I put my money into it. We've got a bunch of matches in the can, but we've struggled to get a site built. With all the initial expenses, we're out of money and time. Through Ramsay, we have a lifeline. Javi doesn't know the whole story and hopefully never will, but involves friends (maybe former) coming to our rescue.

See, we wanted to see if we could make this happen, so we didn't make a big deal of it. We didn't tell anyone not directly involved, including Cody and Ryan, owners of The Cave. It's the gay wrestling video company where we all met. More than that, they are (or were) friends and great guys. As we kept going, it just never seemed like the right time to tell them. Our mistake, because they found out from someone else and feel betrayed. And deservedly so. I feel like shit, but more importantly, I need to make some money back.

Through one of his guys, Ryan sent a message. Ramsay and I know all the details, but Javi doesn't. He doesn't want anything to do with The Cave, partly because he's an independent guy and partly because he was forced out of there by his former tag partner. He's bitter. So I concocted a way to accept help from Ryan and get Javi to go along.

It's a wrestling match with me and my best friend Buck against Cody and Ryan. I've told Javi that if we win, we'll make The Cave guys do our e-commerce. They do it for some indie pro wrestling feds and have a whole setup done. It's a turnkey solution, which is what we need. The fact that Ryan made the offer shocks me, but I'm sure he has a reason. Win or lose, Rival will launch, Javi will have to accept the result and the day is saved.

My buddy and tag partner Buck pumping up.
I need him to be hot if we're going to win.

Javi tells me, “Who knows what the fuck Cody and Ryan will want if they win. It sure as hell won't just be a fuck. They'll want to shut Rival down. You're risking all my hard work.

I try to calm him down, “Maybe, maybe not. Here's the deal. They might WANT to win, but we NEED to win. It'll give us the advantage, plus Buck and I are a team. We've tagged together since we were kids. They're just two good solo wrestlers. They're in our house and with you and Ramsay at ringside, we've got all the advantages.”

My surly business partner pouts, “I made a huge mistake agreeing to this. I blame both of you -” He points at me and Ramsay, “- for this. If anything goes wrong, you'll regret it.”

“Well, tough shit. You did agree. Win or lose, you're committed. You got the services contract I gave you?”

Javi pulls it out of the back of his jeans where he tucked it. He grips it tightly, “Yeah, I fucking got it. You just worrying about winning so they have to sign it.”

“That's all I've been talking about.” I turn to my buddy and tag partner, “You ready, Buck?”

“You bet, Brody.”

We bro hug, “Great, then let's go do this. BOO-YAH!”

Narrator: Buck
Location: Rival Pro Wrestling Ring

Me. Buck. Country Boy.

There sure feels like there's a lot of crap going on that I don't get. I don't really want to be a part of it, but Brody says he really needs me. And when my best buddy needs me, I got his back, no questions asked. Not that it's that bad. I get to wrestle two of the hottest guys I've met since I came to California. They've both been real cool with me, too.

I’ve wrestled Cody one-time and I've only met big Ryan in passing, but I know them. See, I've pounded out a lotta loads to their Cave videos on lonely nights back at my farm. It's awesome to be in the ring for real with the guys who play The Bat and Bane. They both seem like good guys. Brody says they're cool, but he also says that he's kinda burned the bridge.

I still don't get the whole story, but when I decided to come visit LA for the winter while my farm’s quiet, Brody promised it'd be exciting and it sure as heck is. If it wasn't tearing up my buddy, I'd like it more. Super-hot guys. Wrestling. Lying. Cheating. Dirty business deals. Like a TV show. Way different and hotter than my life back home, that's for sure.

Brody and me are in denim-patterned trunks with ‘Country Boys’ scrawled across our butts. It's for the tag team we formed back when we were kids just playing around. Now, we're the Country Boys for real in Rival. I'm 6’2”/240-lbs of farm-built beef and Brody's a bodybuilder with 5’10”/230-lbs of muscle. We've got some moves, so hopefully we can win.

My buddy Brody. Tag partner.
Another Country Boy.

Opposite us, Cody and Ryan are in matching black trunks, pads and boots. I don't know if it's because they just like black (Bat and Bane both wear black) or because they're so pissed. Either way, they're both hot as heck. They look pretty casual, not like guys heading into a grudge match. I know Cody just loves to wrestle, so Ryan probably does, too. Maybe this can be a fun match.

Cody's the smallest guy in the ring at 6’/200-lbs, but he's a great wrestler. Super-resilient and tough to submit. Brody says we should try to isolate him, wear him down and pin him, not submit him. I'm down for that. Cody and his boyfriend Jae gave me and Brody a real run for our money. We won the tag match by pinning Jae, but Cody legit beat me in a singles match, even though I'm so much bigger. I gotta be careful with him.

I really liked wrestling Cody.

I hear Ryan's even better than Cody. He's a lot bigger at 6’/4”/250-lbs of solid muscle. I did watch him destroy The Bat as Bane in a really hot video. He was actually kind of scary in that one, but Brody says he's a nice guy as long as you don't rile him up too much. When I asked if that isn't exactly what Javi and Brody have done, my buddy patted my pec and said that's the real reason why I'll be in the ring with him instead of Javi. I'm the bait to calm the savage beast.

Oh boy.

Ryan is big and kinda scary,
but I'm gonna do my best.

I remember Brody assuring me, “Ryan's got no reason to hurt you and you're one of his types. He'll be into you and stay calm as long as you play by the rules with him. We’ll save the double-teaming for Cody.”

It figures that Ryan would start out for his team, so Brody puts his idea to the test and puts me in against the angry muscle monster. Oh boy. I love my buddy, but I don't know if I really like being a guinea pig for a guy who gets his kicks playing a brutal super-villain.

Buck vs. Ryan

We move into the center of the ring. Ryan looks me up and down, getting his first good look at me in wrestling gear. I admire him, too, but neither of us speak. We lock up in a collar-and-elbow. Immediately, we start pushing and pressing. I'm good at this. Ryan's strong as hell, but I hold my own. We struggle and strain real hard, sweating almost right away. I try to shift and move him, but the muscle monster blocks me every time.

Just as I realize he's testing me, the big man shoves me backwards. I fly into the corner. CLANG! Damn. I come out and we lock up again. As we press, I realize I'll never win this. I reach inside his arms and push, forcing them outward. Thanks to the combination of surprise and the sweat on my shoulder and arm, he loses his grip.

I step into him and we bash chests. WHOMP! I push him backwards two steps. Ryan stares at me. We just stand there, eyes locked. In unison, we move in and bash chests again. WHOMP! This time, we both get knocked back a step. WHOMP! WHOMP! WHOMP! We step and slam chests three more times, getting into it. We step into each other, chest-to-chest and bulge-to-bulge, just staring into each other. When I feel our big pouches press together, I know we're both getting into it.

I get an idea. He's a bull. I'm a bull. We're hot and getting hard. I whip my hand behind his head then pull his face towards mine. He lets me so I kiss him deep and hard. He kisses me back, grabbing behind my head. As we make out, I drop my arms then grab him around the waist in a bearhug. I squeeze hard, but he doesn't seem to notice.

I can hear Brody and Ramsay cheering me on, while Cody and Javi are telling us to break it up. If my bearhug is bothering Ryan, he's not showing it. I add force to the hold and he grunts into my mouth. Minty. The muscle monster shifts his hips, rubbing our big bulges together. I rub back, facing his challenge.

Ryan pulls his mouth from mine, “Nice bearhug. Better kiss. We should hang out sometime.”

I hold his stare, “Yeah, I'd like that.”

The big man smiles then whips his big arms up. BOP! He boxes my ears with his biceps, stunning me and I lose the bearhug. Ryan steps back and I see he's hard in his trunks. Me, too. We circle and I feel better about this ‘grudge match’. Ryan and me have a connection, just like Brody wanted. Maybe I actually can help Brody mend fences with these guys later. It'd be a perfect way to repay his generosity for letting me - NO! I see Ryan's big boot rising into my stomach too late to stop it. THUD! OOF! Damn, focus Buck!

I bend forward into a driving forearm to the side of my head. CRACK! I do a 180 as I see stars. As I reach out to Brody, Ryan grabs me around the waist. I reach for his forearms, but he's not bearhugging me. He's lifting and throwing me up and back in a belly-to-back suplex. WHOA! WHAM! I land hard on my shoulders. When you're my size, you don't get thrown very often, so it's kind of a shock.

I look up and see Cody smiling down at me from outside the ring. He says, “Hi, Buck. Nice to see you again.” I lie there like an idiot, smiling up at the hot stud. I forget about Ryan, but the muscle monster doesn't forget about me. He drives his big boot into my stomach. STOMP! STOMP! STOMP! The shots tear through my ab muscles. The guy is not someone you want to give an easy opening to and I just did it. Damn!

Ryan plants his boot on my stomach, digging in as he tags Cody in.

TAG! Buck vs. Cody

Ryan puts most of his 250-lbs down into my stomach, holding me in place while Cody vaults over the top rope. He spins in midair, coming down with his ass onto my pecs. THUD! I gasp for air as Ryan gives me one more boot to the gut before exiting the ring. STOMP! I get no break as Cody springs up then lands with a knee drop to my chest. POW!

I roll onto my side coughing. Cody grabs my hair and forces me up. He reaches between my legs then scoops me up. I'd be impressed by his display of power except he body slams me back down. BOOM! I groan as he stomps my abs then leaps up, coming down with an elbow drop to my chest. STOMP! WHOMP! I struggle to catch my breath as Cody grabs my hair again.

Cody pulls me up to a seated position. He steps over my left shoulder then reaches under my right arm, lifting it for a seated ab stretch. The hot stud cranks on my big body, bending me sideways. He feels up and down my side, looking for just the right spot. When Cody finds it, he adds a claw into a soft spot in my side.

I grunt and groan, realizing these two are wearing me down fast. They're targeting my torso. I don't know for what, but I know it won't be good if they hit it.

Cody asks, “How're you enjoying LA?”

I moan, “Good up until now.”

The hot stud laughs, “C’mon, this can't be as bad as the stump puller I put you in.” As he reminds me of the move that cost me our match, Cody switches up the claw to a pec claw. I moan louder and kick my boots up and down. Damn, Buck, get it together!

I focus, “It's close, but one difference.”

Cody bites, “What's that?”

I roar and flex my hold body, flipping him over my shoulder. “I escaped this one.”

I grab the ropes and pull myself to my feet. Damn, my body is red as hell. I need a tag. I take one step, but Cody trips me down. SPLAT! He grabs my boot and holds me. Unfortunately we're too close to his corner. I hear hands connect and know I'm in trouble. SLAP!

Oh boy.

TAG! Buck vs. Ryan

I fight to break free of Cody's grip, rising to hands and knees and pulling. I overpower the smaller stud, but I get loose just as Ryan lands with an elbow to my back. WHACK! I'm flattened. Cody moves out of the ring without taking another shot at me, so that's good. Unfortunately Ryan's 250-lbs of muscle is on top of me.

The muscle monster slides on me, forcing me into a camel clutch before I can resist him. He secures my arms then pulls back hard, lifting my big pecs off the mat. I'm staring at Brody, but that does me no good across the ring. My back’s strong and pretty fresh, so I fight the pain. Ryan's strong, but I know how to focus.

Brody is looking to see if I'm close. I shake my head, letting him know I'm okay. No point in him interfering and getting Ryan pissed unless I - OH! The big man pulls me back another couple of inches and I feel a twinge of pain. I keep it to myself. I breathe slowly and focus on the exit sign across the room. I need an exit right about now.

My calmness must fool Ryan, because he lets go of the camel. I writhe on the mat as he rises. The muscle monster walks across my back three times then drives his boot down onto me. STOMP! I struggle to crawl forward, but Ryan grabs the waistband at the back of my trunks. He pulls me up then scoops me across his chest. I kick my feet as he carries me close to his corner, afraid that the Bane wannabe is going to -

Ryan drops me across his outstretched leg in an over-the-knee backbreaker. KRAKT! I groan in pain as I hang there. I'm not the most flexible guy in the world, so this fucking hurts. I hang on his leg, groaning in pain. Oh damn, this is bad. I moan loudly, but then I feel Ryan's hand on my stomach. He caresses my torso, feeling me up. I'm grateful as it gives me something to focus on other than the pain.

The big man slides his hand over my bulge, but he's just feeling me. No claw or abuse. I hope he keeps it that way. I feel him lift the front of my trunks, looking at my junk. “Nice. We definitely should hang out.” I whimper my agreement then Ryan pushes me off his leg. PLOP! I hear Cody chastising Ryan, saying he had me, but the bigger muscleman ignores his partner.

I get dragged up. I try a punch to the abs, but I can't get enough behind it. My fist bounces off Ryan's ripped stomach and I don't even get a grunt.the muscle monster scoops me up again then body slams me down. BOOM! Okay, my back’s hurting now. I arch my hips up to ease the pain, but Ryan uses his boot to force me flat on the mat. SPLAT!

Ryan unleashes a series of knee drops to my abs. THUD! THUD! THUD! My whole core is in pain now, front and back. Damn, I need a tag. The big man drags me up. I summon all my focus and dive for Brody. SPLAT! I don't even come close, missing by three feet. Ryan drags me up, forcing me into a standing ab stretch.

Brody is closer, but still too far away. He says, “C’mon, Ryan. I'm the guy you wanna punish.”

The big muscleman says, “You're right.” Ryan grabs my free arm lifting it towards my corner. I stretch for the tag as Brody reaches out. We're so close when the muscle monster spins, toppling me across the ring. PLOP! In the same move, Ryan runs backwards, slamming his big body into my tag partner, sending my bodybuilder buddy onto the floor below. WHACK! SPLAT!

I climb to hands and knees as Ryan dusts his hands off, “Thanks for the suggestion, Brody.”

When Ryan moves in on me, I scramble past him. Unfortunately, there's no one in my corner to tag. Before Brody can get back, Ryan grabs the back of my trunks and pulls me to the middle of the ring. I snap into a driving elbow to my lower back. WHACK! I groan, but manage to throw an elbow backwards. Unfortunately the muscle monster anticipates it and leans out of reach.

Ryan powers me into a full nelson, crushing my thick shoulders. Damn, I've never faced anyone this strong before. I need to focus. The big man tells me, “Sorry, Buck, but I'm liking you more than your partner right now.” He grinds his tenting bulge into my ass. I try to power out of the nelson, but it's not happening. Damn!

Since I can't power out, I push my hips back, meeting his bulge with my ass. Ryan moans and presses harder. He dry humps me, which feels good. It also distracts him. I see Brody back on the ring apron, so I plant my feet then drive backwards. The big muscleman is strong, but even he can't stop my 240-lbs of bulk when I get going. We fly back into his corner, hitting in hard. CLANG!

Ryan loses the nelson. I'm hurting, but worse, I hear a slap of hand on flesh behind me. SLAP! I step forward, arm reaching out, but I’m across the ring. The muscle monster’s arms grab the back of my trunks …

TAG! Buck vs. Cody

I pull forward, using my weight and leg strength. My trunks stretch to the max when I feel Cody’s boots slam into my shoulder. I topple sideways into the ropes. Ryan and Cody pull me out then double suplex me over. WHAM! Ryan exits, while Cody grabs my boots. he powers me over into a boston crab, sitting back in the hold.

I grunt as the smaller stud works the hold. I can see Brody, but can’t reach him. I try to push out, but Cody’s smart. He uses leverage to counter my strength and size advantage. Instead of escape, I focus on moving towards Brody. I plant my hands and pull, clawing my way towards Brody’s outstretched hand. Cody’s a good wrestler, but he’s still only 200-lbs against my 240-lbs of farm-built beef.

We inch forward, not far, but far enough for the smaller stud to recognize the danger. He releases my legs then just drops his ass onto the back of my head. WHACK! I’m stunned as my face is crushed into the mat. Cody slides off then uses my boot to drag me back towards his corner and away from mine. My body slides across the mat, leaving a trail of sweat.

Cody circles in front of me as I rise to my hands and knees. I see his boots under my face, then feel him grab my head. I get locked into a standing head scissors. I feel his legs tighten around my head. It hurts, but I’m okay. I plant a foot to back body drop him, but he anticipates my counter. before I can act, he simply falls the slide, wrenching my neck and rolling me onto my side, the head scissors still locked on and me in a worse position.

The Cave stud squeezes tightly. I grunt and push on his legs. My ears are covered by his inner thighs, but I’m pretty sure I hear a clap. Oh boy.

TAG! Buck vs. Ryan

I feel a big boot to my side as Cody releases the head scissors. STOMP! Ryan kicks me onto my back just as Cody is coming down with a big elbow drop to my chest. WHOMP! OOF! Ryan does the same and then hooks my leg. ONE! Cody hovers to keep Brody at bay. I fight to break the pin, but the muscle monster is unbelievably strong. TWO!

I finally get my shoulder up, breaking the count. Cody hops out of the ring, leaving Ryan in control. I get dragged up and locked into another ab stretch. ARGH! The big man feels me up, “You’re quite the man, Buck. I like this.”

I grunt, “Thanks. I'm versatile. We should switch positions.”

Ryan laughs, “You gotta earn that right.”

I sag, feigning weakness. When I feel the big muscleman shift, I throw myself forward, flipping him over my hip. WHAM! I look to my corner, but Ryan is in the way. He kicks up, connecting with my stomach. THUD! OOF! I double forward, right onto the rising big man’s shoulder. I’m stunned as he rises, actually lifting my 240-lbs over his shoulder and carrying me back to my corner.

Ryan flings me forward so I’m standing against the turnbuckles then unleashes boots to my abs. STOMP! STOMP! STOMP! I sit on the middle turnbuckle, my gut in real pain from all the abuse. Damn, these two have worked me over good.

I try to focus as Ryan tags in Cody.

TAG! Buck vs. Cody

Ryan grabs my wrist then whips me out of the corner. I run towards Brody, but the muscle monster yanks on my arm and spins me around 180. I turn right into a flying dropkick from Cody that sends me flying backwards to the mat. THUD! WHAM! The Cave boys each grab a boot and drag me to their corner where Ryan exits.

My body is killing me. I need a tag, but I haven’t even come close to making one. Cody forces me up. When I reach one knee, I throw an elbow into his abs, but he turns with it, avoiding impact. The handsome stud responds with a big knee to my pecs that does connect hard. THUD! I grab my chest as he drags me up the rest of the way.

Cody lifts his knee in my stomach. At the start, I'd have been okay, but my gut is softer now. I bend forward, right into a front facelock. I get suplexed into the middle of the ring. WHAM! The hot hunk rolls on top of me. He slaps the mat. ONE! I throw him off with authority, sitting up, my arm outstretched. Brody, Javi and Ramsay encourage me to roll to the corner.

Before I can do it, Cody grabs my arm. He twists it hard, wrenching my shoulder. Using the armbar, the expert technical wrestler forces me up again, immediately swinging his boot into my abs. WHOMP! As I bend, his twists the arm hold into a hammerlock. I grunt with pain as he lifts my arm halfway up my back.

I focus. It hurts, but my arm is in good shape. I get ready then throw my other elbow backwards. Cody ducks, but my momentum enables me to pull my arm free. Now facing Cody, I lift my boot, but with my abs killing me, I can't get it up fast enough. He avoids my boot then lifts his up high and fast, right into my wrecked midsection. I fall right into a front facelock.

Cody wastes no time. He immediately falls back with a DDT. WHAM! CRACK! As soon as my head his the canvas, I almost black out. I feel him push my big body over onto my back. I see stars as he slides on top of me. I hear voices, but I can't make them out. As I lie there unmoving, time is going real slow. I realize just how bad I've done. I let Brody down big time.

ONE! I will my shoulder to rise, but it doesn't respond. Cody's a lightweight compared to me. No way can he hold me down.

TWO! I try to plant my feet, but instead, my legs kick feebly. Or maybe don't even move. I'm not sure.

I wait for THREE! Instead, I feel Cody slide off me. I look over to see if I blacked out or something. I see Brody exiting the ring as Cody climbs back on top of me. Ryan I towering over me. Brody pulled Cody off me. He had to save me. Somehow, that gives me the focus and energy I need.

ONE! With Cody trying again and Ryan standing guard, I put my hands under the smaller Cave guy.

TWO! I push up, throwing Cody off. I aim him for Ryan's legs and he connects perfectly. The smaller stud takes down the bigger one and they crash into a heap together. I sit up. I roll onto my hip then push myself onto my feet. Both The Cave guys rise to a knee. I charge them, slamming my boot into Ryan's temple. CRACK! He falls to the side, holding his head.

Like a house afire, I rain down big forearms on Cody. POW! THUD! POW! He curls his head down and arms up, protecting his head. I turn and head for my corner. Cody grabs my left boot, but I kick my right one back, connecting with his shoulder. WHACK! I squat and dive, extending my arm and hoping I can reach Brody.

SLAP!

TAG! Cody vs. Brody

Finally! I roll onto my back, under the bottom rope on the ring apron. Ramsay pats my pec, while Javi makes a rude comment. I'm exhausted. Meanwhile, Brody storms in. He's hot, full of energy. He runs in with a clothesline. That Cody ducks. Damn. When my tag partner spins, the Cave stud is already kicking him in the abs. THUD! OOF! Brody’s rock hard abs take the kick.

Brody charges again. Cody is able to pivot and grab his wrist, flinging him around into our corner. CLANG! Oh boy. Brody’s being careless. I look up at my sexy tag partner right as the smaller stud flies in with a shoulder block to his six-pack. THUD! Cody grabs the ropes on either side, driving his shoulder in deep. THUD! THUD! THUD! Brody grunts as the powerful blows take their toll.

The tag was supposed to reverse the momentum, but now it’s just more of the same. Cody rises and unleashes a series of vicious pec chops. WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! I rise to one knee and Cody realizes he’s not in the best position. The smaller stud grabs my muscular buddy’s wrist. He whips the bodybuilder across the ring towards his big tag partner. Oh boy.

As Cody lets go, Brody grabs his wrist and reverses the whip! Cody spins and flies back into our corner. CLANG! He hits hard on his back. The hot hunk bounces out right into a charging Brody. My tag partner bulldozes him right back towards our corner. I’m still sore, but I can lift my elbow up. Cody flies into the corner, crushed by Brody’s 220-lbs of muscle and knocked senseless by my elbow to the back of his head. CLANG! CRACK!

Brody grabs the stunning and stunned stud around the waist and pulls him into a bearhug. Even now, Cody reaches up to counter it, but my tag partner lifts and spins, planting him on the mat with a huge belly-to-belly suplex. SLAM! My buddy doesn’t bother going for a pin, knowing Cody is way too tough for that now.

The bodybuilder drags Cody up. He lifts him over his shoulders in a fireman’s carry then bounces the lighter weight stud up and down. Cody coughs, but actually seems to be recovering. Brody’s a step ahead of me, though. He turns and slams Cody to the mat, the move going fast and hard. WHAM! Cody grimaces and arches his back.

My buddy unleashes his big boots on the smooth torso. STOMP! STOMP! STOMP! Cody takes the shots, his torso red with footprints. He tries to roll away, but Brody catches the back of his trunks. The handsome hunk fights to escape, his trunks sliding off his ass and down his thighs. With his legs trapped by the tight black spandex, Cody trips, falling to the mat. SPLAT!

Brody starts in with boots to the back now, all designed to wear down our target. STOMP! STOMP! STOMP! If we’re going to get a pin, we need his core to be weak. It’s the same strategy Ryan and Cody tried and, if not for some tag team tactics, might’ve worked. They isolated me. Now we have to isolate Cody. STOMP! STOMP! STOMP!

The bigger bodybuilder forces Cody to his feet. My buddy wraps the 200-lbs stud up in a reverse bearhug. Cody struggles, his incredibly impressive junk flipping and flopping as his trunks continue to bind his legs. The handsome hunk squats and pulls up his own trunks. Bad move as it - oh boy. Cody tricks Brody into thinking he was just fixing his trunks. As soon as their high enough, he plants his feet and drives my surprised buddy backwards into our corner. CLANG!

Brody loses the bearhug and Cody finishes with his trunks then he steps free. Luckily, I have a big wingspan. I reach out and grab Cody’s hair, pulling him backwards. Ryan yells at me to tag or let go. I release my grip, not because he told me to, but because it served its purpose. Cody’s going nowhere because my bodybuilder buddy has the back of his trunks in hand.

“You want these up? Okay …”

Cody lets out a squeal as Brody hikes the trunks up in a big wedgie. I’ll give him credit. He spins hard, even though it digs the fabric deeper in, and escapes. Unfortunately for him, he does a 180, falling into the ropes and facing us again. Brody and me lock hands over the top rope. We charge forward simultaneously with a double clothesline. WHOMP! Cody does a full flip as we run though him, nearly taking his head off.

We ignore Ryan's protests as I return to the corner and Brody grabs a handful of hair. He drags Cody up, scooping him up across his broad chest then bodyslamming him to the mat. BOOM! The handsome hunk bounces on the mat from the force. He rolls towards his corner. Wow, good instincts. Too bad Brody is right there and still fresh. He grabs Cody's boot and holds him.

The smaller stud starts kicking, looking to slip free. Brody ends Cody's resistance with a rough ankle lock submission hold, twisting the leg. As he holds the boot up against his body, Cody hangs there, writhing and moaning. He refuses to give, fighting through the pain. I see him plant his hands, warning my buddy, “He's up to something!”

Brody switches things up. He uses the shiny black pro boot to drive the knee into the mat. WHACK! When Cody flops onto his back, clutching his leg, my tag partner adds some boots to the smooth pecs. STOMP! STOMP! STOMP! That takes the fight outta Cody again. The big bodybuilder grabs the Cave stud’s hair and forces him to his feet.

My buddy pushes Cody back into our corner. CLANG! I grab his wrists, holding his arms back. Brody charges, leaping and splashing into on the feisty fighter. SPLAT! Cody has to take the full brunt, thanks to me. The rock solid bodybuilder bounces off to the middle of the ring. Ryan reaches for him, but Brody stays far enough away from trouble.

I let go of Cody's wrists and he falls onto his ass. I drop to the floor and grab under Cody's chin, forcing his head back and chest up. He reaches for my hands, unaware that Brody is measuring him up. My buddy charges, coming down as I let go. He lands on Cody's wide open body with his ass. THUD! OOF! The impact drives all the air outta the 200-lbs stud.

Brody bounces on the helpless hunk’s body in a Bronco Buster. I see Ryan's had enough. He steps in the ring, so I warn my buddy and he rises to meet Ryan. I grab Cody around the neck and choke him with a sleeper. I tell him, “You get it, right? Just good ol’ tag tactics, Cody.” He can't talk, but in response he reaches back to rake my eyes. I avoid it, but it weakens my hold.

As the two muscle hunks collide in the center of the ring, Ryan tosses Brody aside. I'm surprised my buddy didn't put up more fight. The big muscle monster moves in towards me, so I let go and raise my hands. Maybe Ryan's the one I should be explaining to. I tell him the same thing I told Cody. I don't think he's buying it.

From behind the big man, I see why Brody didn't do much. He wanted to get behind Ryan. As I distract him, my buddy measures him up. As soon as the muscle monster reaches his hurting tag partner, mine is sliding in behind. He slams his forearm up between Ryan's legs, stunning the big man then he pushes him through the top and middle ropes to the floor beside me. PLOP!

Javi, Ramsay and me all give him the boots. STOMP! STOMP! STOMP! We don't go crazy, just send a message. Even Javi knows what Brody said that Ryan can snap. I climb back up on the apron as they grab the big beast’s hair and trunks, forcing him back to his corner.

Brody drags Cody up by his hair, asking if I'm ready. I nod and extend my hand. SLAP!

TAG! Cody vs. Buck

I'm still sore, but Cody's reeling and we need to take advantage. That means double teaming. We can't turn this into a solo match against a guy like this, not to even mention his massive and getting meaner by the minute tag partner. Ryan's climbing back onto the apron and I notice that his knuckles are white as he grips the ropes like he was choking them. Oh boy.

Ignoring that, Brody and me each squat beside a wobbly Cody. We put our hands on his thigh and shoulder then lift him up in a double gorilla press. We hold him up, Brody extending his arms all the way. 200-lbs between the two of us is nothing so we let the smaller stud hang up there, anticipating what comes next while we get in the perfect position.

With a nod, we simultaneously drop Cody down. He falls on his front, crashing down hard. SPLAT! Brody and me add some big country boot stomps, working the lower and upper back at the same time. STOMP! STOMP! STOMP! My buddy exits the ring, while I flip Cody onto his back. As I look at him moaning, barely moving, I decide to go for a pin.

Cody's only 200-lbs and I'm 240. I can use my big body to hold him down. ONE! I feel him squirming, but I've got him good. TWO! Yeah, after all the - WHOA! Cody twists and shoots his arm up. His shoulder is off the mat. Javi yells that it isn't, but I know better. So does Ryan. I rise back to my knees, surprised. Brody can't believe it either.

Ryan claps his hands, encouraging his buddy. I think about trying again, maybe he just got lucky, thanks to sweaty bodies and a bad position on my part. No. That'd just give him a few more seconds to recover. I grab Cody by the hair. I force him up, moving behind him. I slide my head under his left arm and my hand on the back of his leg. I lift then hold him up, ass facing Brody. After I count to three, I bring Cody's ass down on my knee with an atomic drop. CRACK!

Cody flies forward, right into my buddy’s boot between the ropes. THUD! It sinks deep into his abs, bending him over. I grab the handsome hunk around the waist then throw him back with a belly-to-back suplex. WHAM! I kneel hold, rolling Cody back into a pin. I plant my feet and bridge my hips up for leverage.

ONE! Damn, I already feel him kicking. TWO! Cody's kicking topples us to the side, breaking the pin. He fights to make it to Ryan, but I keep hold of his waist. I use my grip to drag him up, using my power to pull him away from his tag partner. Cody throws a wild elbow that slams into my head. CRACK! I'm stunned, but I manage to keep my hands locked. He can't move my 240-lbs of farm-built beef.

I pull Cody into me. He spins to face me as I lock on a bearhug. I squeeze tight, crushing him against my big body. He arches back, his arms dropping to his side. We've abused him a lot, maybe his energy is finally running out. I shake his weak body back and forth. He moans, but won't give. I squeeze, trying to force the fight out of him.

Cody throws his arms forward onto my shoulders. Oh no, I know what he's doing no kiss of death for you, guy. I lift his boots off the mat then run him into the corner, back first. CLANG! As Cody sags, weak and winded, Brody slaps my shoulder. WHAP!

TAG! Cody vs. Brody

While Brody climbs the corner, I press against Cody, using my body weight to crush him against the turnbuckle. I grab his hair and kiss him. He kisses me back, but unlike Ryan, Cody's not distracted. He slides his hands behind me and yanks up my trunks in a vicious wedgie. I squeal and back my ass up, hunched to try to uncrunch my balls.

Cody makes a push past me, but I manage to trip him. SPLAT! It isn't exactly the move we intended, but Brody still leaps from the top turnbuckle, landing down on the smaller stud, just without my help. KABOOM! Either way, 220-lbs of bodybuilder landing in you hurts and Cody goes limp under my buddy. I dig my trunks outta my crack and slide outta the ring to massage my balls. Damn.

Brody rolls Cody over for another pin attempt. We gotta be getting close. The smaller stud is like a ragdoll as he forced onto his back, shoulders down. My tag partner stretches Cody's arms out and puts all his weight across the chest and shoulders.

ONE! Cody's feet kick then plant. Damn.

TWO! It's barely outta Brody's mouth before Cody is finding a way to twist his shoulder up. Ryan claps, “Yeah, that's it. Keep fighting, Cody. Keep fighting.”

Brody forces the smaller Cave stud up. He locks on a front facelock then grabs the side of Cody's black trunks. My bodybuilder buddy lifts, suspending the helpless hunk upside down in the air. My tag partner doesn't drop him, instead he circles close to me. I reach out and slap his shoulder. SMACK!

TAG! Cody vs. Buck

I slide into the ring as Brody moves to the middle, still holding the 200-lbs wrestler aloft. Cody's face is red from the blood rushing to his head. I run into the ropes then ricochet off. I jump and throw my body at Brody and Cody. The force drives them back in a huge suplex. KABOOM! I land on Cody, adding 240-lbs of pain to the move. The smooth stud is unmoving, so I go for the easy pin.

ONE! Pause.

TWO! I must have my legs stretched out too far, because suddenly I'm dragged back off Cody. Ryan is on the floor, reaching u dear the bottom rope and holding my boot. I kick my boot free, but he successfully saved his partner. Damn. I rise up then move back to the still out of it Cody. As I bend down to grab him, he suddenly shoots up and grabs behind my head and knee.

WHAT? I get rolled up in a tight small package.

ONE! I fight, but Cody locks his hands together.

TWO! Son of a bitch! This can't happen!

THR - NO! I power free, just in time.

I roll onto my ass, stunned. Brody, Javi and Ramsay are freaking out. I focus and turn. Cody is crawling to Ryan. I grab his boot and pull. He fights, getting just inches from Ryan's outstretched hand. I throw my 240-lbs back, slide his sweaty body along the canvas a couple of feet. I keep hold and scoot on my ass back. How can he have this much fight left?

I climb on top of Cody, struggling to hold his down. I get close enough to my corner for my buddy to slap my boot. SMACK!

TAG! Cody vs. Brody

Under me, Cody's fighting hard to escape, but I've wrestled down plenty of animals that are just as tough in my day. I only need a couple of seconds before Brody arrives. He tells. E to move then stomps Cody in the back, which slows him down. I get to my feet as Brody is forcing Cody up by the back of his trunks. Instead of leaving, I move in.

Of course, Ryan objects, but we lift Cody up then bring him down in a double gutbuster. WHOMP! OOF! The smaller stud coughs as he hangs on our legs. I rise and stare down the big man. I smirk as I make my hands into fists and shadow box in his direction. WHOOSH! WHOOSH! I blow on my fists then put my hands on my hips.

As I back out of the ring, I flirt with Ryan with my eyes. When he adjusts the front of his trunks and shakes his head at me with a smile, I know he liked my cocky display. While I'm keeping Ryan in a good mood and distracted, Brody is bouncing Cody up and down, really working his abs. My tag partner pushes him off then drops knees into his stomach. THUD! THUD! THUD!

Brody drags Cody up by his hair. He moves beside him then the bodybuilder lifts the Cave Guy up, dropping him back into our corner with a side suplex. WHAM! My partner tries for a pin. ONE! Ryan leaps over the top rope. I move to meet him, but Cody kicks out anyway. Damn, he's tough.

Ryan backs out slowly as Brody rises and tags me back in. At his feet, Cody manages to roll up and is barely caught by the back of his trunks by Brody. I hurry up, knowing that would've been real bad.

TAG! Cody vs. Buck

I move in fast as Cody is struggling to escape. I grab his wrist while Brody releases his trunks and grabs the other one. My tag buddy says, “Country Crush!” We whip the hot stud back first into our corner. CLANG! We split wide then as Cody bounces out, we run at him from either side, crushing him between 460-lbs of charging muscle. WHOMP! When we step to the side, Cody looks out of it, but he doesn't fall.

We step on either side then locks our feet in his and his arms behind our necks. On 3, we throw our bodies backwards for a perfectly timed Russian leg sweep. WHAM! We roll back into a crouch. Cody lies moaning between us, devastated by the big double-teaming power moves. I know he's resilient, but c’mon. There's a limit, right?

We hold our crouch longer than usual. Our backs are to Ryan, but that's by design. Of course he charges in from behind to save his partner from our extended abuse. Me and Brody plant our hands then suddenly lift our legs up, kicking back with a double donkey kick. The big muscleman can't help but run right into it at full speed. THUD! THUD! We've done this before. I know to go high, slamming my boots into chest. Brody goes low, connecting with abs and pelvis. If he hits bulge, too bad, that's just part of the game.

The charging muscle beast flies backwards into his corner. We smoothly spring up then simultaneously run back into the ropes. As Ryan stumbles out of the corner, I hit the north side just as Brody reaches the west. We ricochet off then leap up in unison. From behind, we grab Ryan around his head. Our 460-lbs of muscle drives him down face first with a perfectly timed double bulldog. CRACK! The muscle monster lands hard beside a dazed Cody, bounces up and flops onto his back, nearly unconscious.

Brody and me get to our feet and high-five. Ramsay reaches in and grabs Ryan's wrist while Javi grabs his ankle. They drag his 250-lbs carcass under the bottom rope and onto the floor. We turn our attention back to the legal man, knowing this is the best time to finish things. Cody is way too tough. He's already up to hands and knees, but it's two-on-one full-time now.

I move in front of Cody and Brody moves behind him. As I reach down, the smaller stud grabs my ankles. He's a fighter, trying to topple me. One-on-one, maybe he could come back, but we're not giving him the chance. My tag partner pulls his legs out, distracting him and taking any leverage he had. SPLAT! I grab his wrists, pulling his arms out.

Cody's body forms a ‘U’ with his feet and hands elevated in the air. His hot body sags down, arching down with only his huge package resting on the ring. I feel him start to wriggle, but he has no leverage. He's about to have even less. Brody gives the signal and we stretch the muscle stud out, backing up and suspending the helpless hunk over the ring. I hear him moan in pain.

My tag partner says, “Welcome to the Country Boy Jamboree, Cody!”

We lower the hot stud then lift hard and fast, throwing his body upwards. When he reaches my chest level, we drive him down hard. SPLAT! Cody lands hard, front first. All the wind and energy is driven from his body, leaving him coughing and twitching at our feet. I hear commotion outside the ring, but Brody keeps me focused, “Time for flapjacks!”

I look down at Cody. Brody is right. Now’s the time. I run back into the ropes coming off fast. I leap into the air then come down with a big splash across his butt and lower back. SPLAT! At the same time, Brody is coming from the opposite side with a huge splash to the upper back and head. SPLAT! We roll off then I push Cody onto his back. I slide on top of him, hooking a leg, even though it's unnecessary. He's done. Brody drops to the mat to act as ref.

SLAP! ONE! I glance outside the ring. Big Ramsay is down on one knee shaking out his head and Javi is desperately hanging on Ryan's back as the big man grabs the middle rope to pull himself in.

SLAP! TWO! Under me, I actually feel Cody fighting to lift his shoulder. I'm forced to tighten up as Brody raises his hand. Oh fuck, no way can he break free after our finisher! After the longest second ever, I hear the best sound ever.

SLAP! THREE! We did it!

Cody goes limp under me, his energy drained as he fails to break my pin. Thank god I hooked the leg. I roll off him, rising to my knees. Brody reaches under my armpits then pulls me to my feet. He spins me and gives me a hug. I look over his shoulder and see Ryan has his head down, pounding his fist on the apron. Javi is still hanging on his back. Wow, he almost broke the pin for his buddy. Both these two are so tough.

Brody checks on Cody. Outside the ring, Javi is already shoving the contract under Ryan's face. He slams down a pen, “Sign it. You work for me now.”

Ryan signs the paper. We wake up Cody. Once he gets his bearings, Cody signs then me and Ramsay witness it. Javi looks happy. He starts mocking The Cave guys for losing and having to help him launch Rival. He's acting real cocky, which is pissing Cody off. Ryan tries to settle his business partner down, while Brody and Ramsay try to get Javi to shut up.

I try to take the cue from my buddy and distract The Cave guys. I step in between them and Javi, using my big body to block him. I ask them, “So when do you guys wanna hang out? My time’s pretty much wide open.” They look at me for only a moment before Javi is shoving me outta the way.

Finally, Cody has had enough, “What the fuck are you going on about? So you signed one of our standard service agreements. That was the deal. We wrestle and you guys sign on. Win or lose, it was the same fucking thing.”

Ryan puts his hand over Cody's mouth too late. Javi freezes. Brody and Ramsay have wide eyes. I don't know what's going on, but I think it might be a big deal. Damn, California really is just like on television. Five hot guys, nearly naked, with secrets being revealed and schemes being exposed. It's like Melrose Place, only with wrestling.

I just wish I didn't feel like Ryan and Cody are the good guys and we're the bad guys.

Narrator: Brody
Location: Rival Pro Wrestling Ring

Me. Brody. Trying to do damage control.

The ring is chaos. Javi is yelling at me and Ramsay. Buck is staying out of it. Cody is stirring the pot with snark. The smaller Cave owner is clearly trying to get my business partner to back out of the deal. Ryan is trying to shut him up, but that's easier said than done. So it's a mess.

After some confusion, shouting and accusations, I reluctantly confirm Cody's statement, “It's true, Javi. Win or lose, the outcome would've been the same. But don't freak out. Look at the big -”

Javi throws his hands up, “I knew there was a fuckin’ scam. Fuck off. Forget it.”

Ryan shakes his head, “A deal is a deal. Rival is launching using The Cave platform. Be happy. Your team won and your problems are over.”

The hot-tempered hairy hunk points at Ryan and Cody, “Get out. Both of you. And take your fuckin' contract -“

I interrupt, “Javi, stop.” I explain, “When Ramsay came to me with Ryan's offer, I knew it was perfect. The match part was my idea. A way to force you to accept. Win or lose, you'd have to go along. It was never supposed to come out - thank you, Cody -"

Cody shrugs at me, “Don't blame me because this whole place is built on lies. I'm with you, Javi. Tear up the contract and kick us out.”

Ryan growls, “Cody. Stay. Out. Of. It.”

“What? I'm saying you were right, Ry. Your way did work out better. The look of betrayal on Javi's face is fucking priceless.” He turns to the hairy hunk, "You must feel so humiliated right now. Everyone knew -"

Ryan utters a forceful, “Cody!”

The big man’s tone silences the smaller Cave owner, but it doesn't remove his smirk at creating drama. I get why he's bitter at us. Corey did tell Ramsay that Cody wasn't okay with any of this. He wanted to drain our strapped bank account by overpaying for talent and setting us up to waste more money on tech. We would've gone under before we even launched. So I'm glad Ryan won out, but I know I'll have to work hard to earn Cody's friendship back. If it's even possible. However, that's not my immediate concern.

With The Cave guys silent, I can continue, “Okay, the truth is out and it's done. Now we can finally make some fucking money. That's what matters.”

Javi seethes with anger. He shakes head at me, “It's like you stole my fucking place right out from under me.” The hairy stud turns to Ramsay, “You knew all of this?” The big young stud nods. “You worked with them?” He nods. “Behind my back?” He nods again. Javi glares at his boy, but Ramsay impressively holds his ground.

Ramsay tells his lover, “I'm not going to apologize -“

“The fuck you aren't! You're gonna do it right before I throw you out on your ass.”

The young beefcake restarts, “I'm not going to apologize for helping to save your dream, Javi. I did it for you. And I'd do it again. Rival can launch now. As soon as next week. Everyone will see your hard work. And you can focus on what you love, the wrestling.”

Javi softens for only a second then gets mad again. He rants and raves at the air then grabs Ramsay by the scruff of his neck. He drags him to the back, pausing to look at me, “Don't think I'm done with you, Brody.” The big young muscle stud lets Javi push him through the curtain, his trunks tenting large. The ring goes silent, but we can still hear Javi ranting.

I say, “Thanks, guys. I really do appreciate you working with us and not against us. It was great wrestling you two as a -“

Cody ignores me. He walks over and shakes my buddy’s hand, “Great to wrestle with you again, Buck. When you have some alone time, Jae and I would love to hang out with you. We can have that rematch.” He hops out of the ring and walks to the back like I don't exist.

Ryan says, “I'll email over a list of assets I need and account info for the transfer site where you will upload everything.”

“Okay.”

Ryan says coldly, “See how simple this all could've been?”

I frown, embarrassed at how all this went down, “I'm sorry, Ryan. It was never supposed to become such a big deal. Just a little side gig. If I could change -“

“You can't. You honestly thought that Cody and I wouldn't understand you wanting to follow your dream. If you want to know why we're mad, it's because you didn't trust us enough to tell us. We saw you as a friend. We were wrong, but at least now we're all on the same page. We're a vendor for your business. And nothing more."

The words feel like a dagger in my heart. I softly reply, "Ryan, I hope that's not true."

"It is, but it's done. Let’s just look forward.” I don't bother saying anything. An angry Ryan is even worse than an angry Cody. I just watch in pained silence as the huge muscle beast follows his friend. He turns back at the curtain, “Buck, I'd still like to wrestle you some time. Call me. Brody has my number.”

Buck smiles meekly, “I'll definitely call you, Ryan. Thanks for the match.”

Once we're alone, Buck grabs me from behind, “Don't worry, I'm gonna work on them. Before I leave LA, I'll find a way to get them to forgive you. Everything will work out. You'll see.”

I feel hope as he tightens his big arms under my armpits and around my chest. He gives me a crushing hug. I moan. It feels great to have him here, holding me, reassuring me. With Javi, Ryan and Cody all mad at me, Buck’s visit couldn't have worked out better, given how much I need to feel some love right now. I sink into his powerful arms, suddenly exhausted.

Narrator: Ramsay
Location: Rival Pro Wrestling Locker Room

Me. Ramsay.
Ready for Javi's punishment.

Javi practically throws me into the locker room. The 5’11”/190-lbs beast sits me on the bench. He just hates looking up at me. The hairy hunk paces, ranting and raving. I calmly peel off my shirt, kick off my shoes then slide off my shorts. I sit naked, waiting for him to finish. My cock is immediately hard, so I casually stroke it. I just wait, prepping myself for what's to come.

Yeah, strip down, Javi.
Make me pay for betraying you.

Angry sex is the best sex with Javi. I love when he's the man and I'm his boy. I like topping guys, but there's a fiery passion in Javi that brings out my submissive side. Fortunately, he's an intense dude who is easily provoked, so angry sex is easy to get. My hole twitches as the hairy stud finally works his black trunks off over his boots then moves in. The dominant dude grabs my hair and forces my head back.

“You fuckin’ played me real good, didn't you, Ramsay?”

I confidently reply, “Yeah, I did. What're you gonna do about it?”

Javi accepts my invitation to get physical. He forces my face between his hairy pecs then wraps his arms around my head, smothering me. “Don't get smart, kid. I'm not playin’ here.”

I grab his sides as I moan into his chest. When he releases me, I just stare back at him defiantly. He just nods at my determination, his steel shaft now standing out high and proud. I repeat what I said in the ring, “I'm not going to apologize. In fact, you should get on your knees and thank me.”

Javi snarls. As I expect, I get dragged off the bench to my knees. Using my hair to hold my head steady, the hairy muscleman shoves his cock inside my mouth then pounds it in deep. I get face fucked roughly, gagging and choking as he slams his cock head down my throat. URG! I reach up and tightly grip his ass for support.

I take the punishment, allowing Javi to control me. He is ruthless as he unleashes his rage through the brutal blowjob. The hot hunk drives in all the way then holds it, my nose buried against his trimmed pubes. I can't breathe as I gag, my face turning red. I fight to relax, but involuntary panic sets in. Javi finally pulls back, letting me collapse forward as I gasp for air.

Javi shoves his foot under my face. “Apologize.” I shake my head. He lifts his shiny black boot up fast and hard, slamming it into my forehead. WHACK! I rise up then drop back down. He commands me, “Apologize.” I refuse again. He puts the sole on the back of my head and presses me down into the hard tile floor. “I don't know why you'd rather kiss that dirty floor than my boot, boy.”

The hairy muscleman eases up then puts his foot back under my face. He warns, “Maybe the toilet should be next.” I shake my head. Javi says, “Apologize.” I think about it, but as soon as he bends over to drag me to the toilet, I grab his boot. I lovingly kiss it, surrendering to him. “That's right, boy. Kiss it real good.” I worship his shiny black pro wrestling boot, rewarding his dominance with subservience. Fuck, angry Javi turns me on.

Javi bends down then grabs a handful of hair. He drags me back up onto the bench. Using his tight grip, he lies me back then straddles my face. I open my lips as he squats down, sliding his cock head inside my mouth. The hairy hunk leans forward, grabbing the bench. He drops his hips, driving his cock down my throat then he rises and drives it in deep.

I gag as he pushes in and out. My shoulders are too broad for the bench, so they're hanging down uncomfortably, but there's nothing I can do except take it. I get called a traitor and a deceitful bitch, moaning to all of it. My cock is stretched up my abs, hovering as I enjoy being dominated by the mature muscleman. When he pulls out, I immediately miss his cock.

Fortunately, I don't need to wait long for the next phase. Javi turns to face down my body and squats down, burying my face between his cheeks. I lick his crack as he feels up my abs and pecs. THUD! THUD! THUD! Javi pounds my beefy body. I grunt, the air leaving my body and slamming against his hole. He loves that feeling. THUD! THUD! THUD!

Javi ravages my torso, but not as hard as he could. Just enough to make me feel his anger. And just enough to keep my cock rock hard. The hairy hunk rises then moves off. He grabs a condom then moves to my legs. He lifts them up, bracing them against his hard muscled torso. I feel his sheathed head at my hole. Oh crap, I'm not getting any prep? He must still be mad.

I beg, “Please, not dry. At least open me up with your fingers, sir. Please.”

“You think you deserve that?” I look away. He laughs, “Yeah, that's what I thought.”

I look back and see the gleam in his eyes. He loves it when I beg for mercy. I always say I hate games, but not this one. Javi is built for this. He plunges in fast and deep. I moan and cry out, my ass torn open by his rock hard shaft. I reach back and grip the bench over my head for support. I moan about how it hurts and how he's too big. It does hurt, but I adjust fast and he's not too big. He's perfect. Perfect.

The mature muscleman starts thrusting in and out. I whimper as he takes my hole. The fuck is hard and the position is painful, but I'm still as hard as a rock. I love Javi inside me. I cry out with every deep and powerful drive as his pelvis slams against my ass. WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! I whimper and beg him to go easy on me. Instead, he goes even harder.

Javi slides out then uses his boot to push me off the bench. I roll onto the floor, landing front down. I keep my ass up, partly presenting for him, but partly because my own cock is so hard. Javi orders, “Crawl to the mat.” I hang my head as I move across the tile floor to the vinyl exercise mat that we use for stretching out pre-match.

Once there, Javi rolls me onto my back. Again, he grabs my legs, only this time, he rolls me up into a tight pinning position. My knees are beside my head and my cock is hanging by my chin. He mounts me, gripping the back of my ankles, then drives into my ready ass. I whimper as the hairy muscleman pounds me again. With his weight on top of me, he's able to go even deeper this time and really punish me.

Javi bounces up and down on me. His sweat rains down on me as he owns my big body. I moan loudly as he verbally and physically dominates me. I call him sir and verbally apologize, begging for mercy. He loves it, his breath getting faster as he turns red. We lock eyes and I can't keep a smile off my face as I stare up at him. He's getting close, I know it.

When the hairy hunk slides out of me, I feel empty. He lets me roll flat again as he schoolboy pins me. Javi frees his cock then explodes on my face, marking me with his seed. I close my eyes and open my mouth, catching some of it, but ropes of his cum line my face from my hair to my chin. Only when he's drained, Javi moves off me.

I open my eyes as he forces my legs up again. He grips my cock then pumps my shaft, aiming it at my face. I take one look at him and I'm done. I cry out, shooting my load on top of his. Not bragging, but mine is even bigger. I spray out a full load, the double dose of hot white cum practically forming a mask by the time I'm done. Javi drains me dry, squeezing out every drop.

As he moves off, I lie there, exhausted and content. Javi drops a hand towel on my face then presses it down. He works the cum into my pores, not really cleaning it up. I feel him lie beside me and rub my big body. He says, “I really am mad at you, kid. Don't think this changes that.”

I speak through the towel, “When Rival sells its first video, you'll get over it.”

Javi punches me in the gut. THUD! He says, “You cocky fucker. Get dressed - no shower - and wait for me at my place. I'm gonna get a legit apology outta you one way or another.”

Narrator: Ramsay
Location: Ramsay’s Apartment

The day after the big match, I open the door to my apartment for Corey. I say, “C’mon in.” The teen hunk is already peeling his shirt off. I tell him, “Hold up, keep the shirt on." Corey ignores me. I tell him, "Like I texted you, you didn't need to come over. I'm not looking for a wrestling session. I just wanted to talk to you.”

Corey. Stud. Needs to slow down.

“Sure, Ramsay. So talk.”

I start, “Well, first I wanted to thank you.”

The shirtless stud asks, “For what?” He puts his hands behind his head, showing off his chiseled torso. He's trying to seduce me into wrestling. Fuck, it's tempting.

I keep focused and reply, “You know what.”

“Of course I do. But I still want to hear you say it.” He kicks off his sandals and strips his shorts off, standing in front of me wearing satin baby blue jobber trunks and his usual smirk.

I sigh, already exhausted and aroused by him. “Thank you for saving Rival. I still don't get why you did it, but it was pretty fucking cool.”

Corey moves in on me, “Yeah, it was. Look, Ryan figured Javi would've solved his issues eventually. And then he would've been a real rival to The Cave. Maybe even a threat. Instead, now he's a partner. It all went down exactly like we figured it would. So Ryan's happy with me for making it happen. I bet Javi’s happy with you for saving his business -“

I shrug, “Well, as happy as he's capable of being.”

“Funny. And we're about to be very happy, big guy. Win-win-win-win.”

Corey moves in on me, but I put my hand on his bare pec, stopping him from getting too close. I shake my head, “Doesn't change how you used me. I don't like games.”

“Really? You loved the games we played last time.”

“You know what I mean. You're too much. That's the reason I didn't want to talk face-to-face.  I'm not ready to wrestle with you again. I need to talk to you. We had a great time and I'd like to do it again, but I don't get what this thing is between us. Are we friends or is this business?”

“You don't know?”

“No, I don't. And I hate it. I never know what you're thinking and you always know what I'm thinking.”

Corey shrugs, “It’s really not that hard to figure out what you're thinking. I like that about you. As for what this is, we're friends who wrestle and fuck. So let's wrestle and fuck, friend Ramsay.”

“No. Explain. How are we friends? We've never had an honest, sober conversation. If you want to hang out, we can try that. But no wrestling or sex. Not today. Let's see if we can actually be friends first.”

Corey ignores my suggestion, “What haven't I been honest about? I'm always honest. You lied to me, but I forgive you. You lied to Javi and he'll forgive you. I'm seeing a pattern here.”

“Okay, well, technically you were honest in what you said. I was just too drunk to remember, but you had an ulterior motive. It was a setup. You tricked me. You used me. That's the same as lying. You manipulated me instead of just asking me to help.” 

“How would that have been fun? Ryan could've done that.” I sigh. He asks, “So you're saying that you don't want to try to wrestle me down and fuck me right now?”

I shake my head at his non-stop cockiness. It's tiring. Worse, I hate that he's right. I do want to wrestle him down and fuck him.

Corey knows, “Yeah, exactly. What was that about not liking games? So stop playing the old hard-to-get game now. You want me. I want you. Just strip down and let’s go, big guy.”

I think long and hard. I confidently reply, “No, I don't think so. I don't think I even I like you.”

The muscleboy shrugs, “It's okay, I don't mind. Lots of my friends don't like me. I like you and that's what matters. Just wait until I get to fuck you. I guarantee you'll like me then.”

I can't help but laugh, “Friends or not, that's never going to happen. I'll never lose to you.”

Corey nods in a condescending way, like I'm kidding myself. He pushes my hand away and steps into me. The teen muscle hunk grabs behind my head and pulls me down into a deep kiss. I close my eyes and melt. He strips off my shirt, smoothly breaking away. He tosses it aside then taps my cheek. So fucking cocky.

Damn it, I need to stick with the plan.
No wrestling. No wrestling.

“Flex those biceps for me.” I just stand there. He says, “C’mon, you know you want to.”

I reluctantly lift my arms and flex. Corey nods. I stand there flexing, frozen as he drops to his knees. Suddenly my track pants are at my ankles and I'm quickly whimpering as he engulfs my semi-hard cock. I decide not to fight it. So what if he's in control? I'm the one getting off. I see him look up at me and like an idiot, I kiss my biceps for him. He moans his approval then goes back to work.

I enjoy it, but finally get the strength to say, “Stop, enough. I'm - oh. Oh fuck.”

Sensing my resistance, Corey grabs my dangling nuts. As he plays with them, I throw my head back and lose my arm flex. I moan, trying not to think about just how much he has me by the balls right now, literally and figuratively. Okay, we can wrestle, but I will win. I won't let him fuck me. I won't. I won't. No. He needs to go. I can't be friends with this guy. Push him away, Ramsay. Push him - oh.

Corey fingers my hole as he sucks me. I cry out in pleasure. He uses his other hand to pump my shaft as he works my head with his mouth. I try to resist the triple attack, but I can't. I fight it, but he forces me to cum. I explode as he sucks my load right out of me, my whole body shaking. I shoot down his mouth and he swallows every drop. I have to grab his head for support as he keeps sucking until I'm soft. Damn, that was so good.

The teen muscle stud slides off my dick and rises. He grabs me in a bearhug and actually lifts my 230-lbs of muscle up, carrying me to my bedroom door. When he sets me down, Corey says, “Now, slip on something sexy -” He slaps my ass, taunting me. SMACK! “- and let’s have some fun, friend Ramsay.”

I drop my head and sigh as I go into my bedroom to get some trunks.

The End