The Cave Unleashed 5: Bird Boy vs. Cage

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Outside The Cave Facility

"Whoa, whoa, whoa. Who the fuck are you?"

The huge black bodybuilder ignores me as he shuts off his phone and puts it away. I guess this is the guy I was just talking to, but who is he? He slams the door of his big black SUV then casually slips the strap of his bag over his shoulder. It cuts over his bare big fat pecs. The 35-year old guy is probably 6'1"/230-lbs with wide shoulders and thick arms. His jeans are stretched tight over tree trunk legs and a huge fat ass. There's a big bulge in front, too.

Who the fuck is this?

The big man finally looks at me, asking in a deep voice, "What'd you say?"

I roll my incredibly wide shoulders back and puff out my perfectly sculpted chest. I peel off my tank top, tossing it onto my bag. I bounce my pecs, sending him a message not to try anything. I might be younger (20) and less bulky (5'11"/205-lbs), but I'm a rock hard bodybuilder and an amazing fighter. I can kick anyone's ass in a fair fight, but even I have to watch for a sucker punch from a guy this big.

I'm awesome, but I don't like
being sandbagged

I ask again, slowly and with more attitude, "Who. The fuck. Are you?"

"What the fuck do you mean? I'm Mr. Cage. We gotta match, Bird Boy."

I shake my head and put up my hands, "No, no, no. You're not Cage. You're not the guy in the pics." As we stand in the parking lot, I pull my phone back out and slide through the pics. I show him, "Yeah, not you. I don't know what you're trying to pull, but we're not fucking doing this. No, I agreed to wrestle this guy, not you. Not you."

This guy is NOT that guy!

Cage shrugs, "Look, maybe I packed on a little muscle recently, but that's me, Bird Boy. I told you my stats and sent you a link to more recent pics."

I look again and he's right. It is him, but on my phone, he looks like 30-lbs lighter and a lot less hard. I didn't bother with any links and I figured he was lying about his stats, going for a fantasy roleplay thing where he's supposed to be massive. Turns out, he wasn’t lying. The guy is a fucking tank now. Obviously, I could still take him, but I don’t like surprises. I'm not doing this. No way. I mean, I'm not scared or anything. It's just that I psyched up for a different guy is all.

As I think about this, the muscleman looks me up and down. He snorts, "It's cool. I get it, Bird Boy. You look bigger on screen anyway."

"Excuse me? What the fuck does that mean?"

Cage gives me a menacing glare, "It means, I get it. You're not the first boy to back down at the sight of Mr. Cage. I intimidate small guys like you now. That's why I gotta pay muscle for matches, 'cause little guys won't wrestle me. I figured you'd be man enough, but it's cool."

"What? I'm more man than you've ever wrestled."

Cage snorts again. He says, "Talk is cheap, boy. Twinks like you I can get for free, but all y’all wanna do is lie down and worship me. I’m payin’ top dollar for a challenge, not a trick. Forget it, you wouldn't understand what it's like for real muscle like me."

"Twink? Me? Real muscle? Are you fucking blind? I’m all real muscle, dude. And everyone worships me. Everyone!”

Cage gives me the side eye like he doesn't believe me. I flex in front of him, proving my point. He acts like he's not impressed, but I know he is. Everyone is impressed by me. I'm a muscle freak with the most ripped body in the world. My muscles are harder than granite and my will is stronger than fucking steel.

Twink? This asshole is asking for it.

The big man just shrugs, "So what're you sayin', little man?"

My jaw drops, "Little man? Oh, you're just trying to piss me off now. I should kick your ass out here."

The big black muscleman smirks, "Sure, Bird Boy. You tell yourself that while you chicken outta our match. Just gimme my money back and I'll find myself a real man to wrestle."

Fuck. The money. I don't have his money. I spent that shit on new rims for my car as soon as I got it. This is LA. You gotta look like you've made it, even if you're just 20 and on the way up. I have to think on this. I still don't want to wrestle him, but I can't pay him back for awhile. Of course I could kick his ass here in the parking lot, but he could sue me. Fuck. I have to think.

There's no way you don't know who I am, but in case there's one newbie out there, I'm Xaq, the number one wrestler on the underground circuit. Cage came to me because I'm both the top villain and the top hero in a fed called The Cave. To make extra cash, I do some private matches on the side. It's a good deal, but it's not usually competitive. This guy came to me and I agreed to a real competitive beatdown with all sorts of kinky daddy shit.

The black muscleman calls himself Mr. Cage and Big Daddy Cage. This guy thinks he's a villain, so he wanted to face my hero identity, Bird Boy. Yeah, it's a stupid name, but it's temporary. Within like the next few months, I'll probably be taking over as The Bat from the old guy who's playing him now and that'll make me officially the lead dog of The Cave.

For these private matches, I don't like wrestling as Bird Boy, but he really wanted it. I told him it would cost him a lot extra and he still paid up, so he gets to have me kick his ass as a hero. Some guys will do anything to be with me. And I figured having my sidekick identity break a villain and become his dominant daddy would be good practice for when I take over. It's what I'm going to do to all the villains in The Cave anyway.

Actually, wait. All this Big Daddy Cage shit must be a load of crap. Daddies don't pay their boys. He's big, but he must be a big muscle jobber. Cage might be more of a challenge than I'm used to, but now that I'm looking at him, he's nothing I can't handle. Besides, I don't like his attitude. He definitely needs a beating.

I circle around back while he just stands there, acting like he's the boss just because he's paying for my time. This jerk thinks I want to worship him? He should be worshipping me. Fuck, nobody's paying to wrestle his bloated ass. Yeah, okay, I've checked him out. Cage has got some bulk on me, but when you strip away his fat, we've probably got the same amount of muscle. And he's old! He probably tires out real fast.

Shit, I just realized what’s really going on. I bet he's trying to back out, but get me to do it. That's the only reason why he called me a twink and pretended like I'm not amazing. Too bad, old man. I'm too smart for that reverse psychology crap.

When I'm in front of him again, I tell him, "You're not even that big. You got a couple of inches and some pounds on me, but when it comes to actual muscle, we're practically the same size." I nod towards the door to the ring, "Come on, let's do this."

Cage doesn't move, "Naw boy, I paid for a muscle match with a hero, not to be some twink's black daddy for the day. You gotta earn being my boy."

I scoff, "You backing down? No refunds, man."

Cage scowls and it’s his turn to think. He finally nods, "Okay. You better be fuckin' worth it, Bird Boy."

Bird Boy and Big Daddy Cage

I'm first to the ring. I stretch out in my Bird Boy costume. I wear tight and tiny green trunks with a scale pattern on them, short green gloves and boots along with a small black domino face mask. I've got a short yellow cape that stops above my ass, so everyone can see the perfection when I walk to the ring. I applied a temporary "BB" tattoo to my bulging left pec and I'm ready.

Me, as Bird Boy

Outside the ring, I’ve set up a camera to capture my victory. I like to watch some of these, especially when the opponent is hot. That doesn’t happen often, but I know I’ll want to watch this guy’s destruction over and over again.

I look at the clock. Fuck, what's taking him so long? This guy couldn't have pissed me off more if he tried. Making me dress as Bird Boy. The old pics. The cocky attitude. And the lack of respect. Yeah, he's made me mad and you don't ever want to do that. Now he's making me wait. I think it might be a mindgame, but if it is, too bad for him that shit doesn't work on me.

As I’m flexing and admiring myself in the mirror on the back wall, the curtain finally parts and Mr. Cage comes out. Fuck, he looks even more huge. I have to admit that his muscles are almost as impressive as mine. They're bigger, but nowhere near as chiseled. I've faced these puffy muscle guys before. They look a lot stronger than they are.

I admit that Cage does look like a villain. He's wearing black leather briefs that have a massive codpiece in front and black patent leather pro boots. Cage has a silver metal headband and silver wrist gauntlets that shine under the overhead lights. He's got his black leather gym bag in his right hand until he heaves it towards the ring. It lands then slides against the ring apron.

Cage. He doesn't look so tough.

Cage walks slowly to the ring and I take it all in. He bounces his pecs and tenses his muscles. I bounce my more sculpted pecs back at him with a smirk. I flex letting him get a good look at what he could be if he laid off the donuts. Well, he couldn't look like me, but he could drop twenty pounds and look even better.

The big heel climbs the stairs slowly. I lean in the corner opposite him, waiting. When he's in, we silently move to the middle of the ring. We bump chests and bulges while staring into each other's eyes. He smirks, but says nothing. I smirk back, holding his stare. With our eyes locked, I whip my arms around his waist. I squeeze and lift his 220-lbs of muscle into the air.

Cage groans in my killer bearhug. I glance at my arms and shoulders. Damn, they look great. My pump is huge and my veins are popping. I'm glad I put the camera on. I'm going to want to watch this. The big black bodybuilder is moaning and pushing on my shoulders. His big hands grip my traps as I crush him in my unbreakable vice.

"You want to give?" He just moans. I laugh, "Not that you have a choice. Time to teach you a lesson about power!" I squeeze harder and shake him back and forth. I put all I've got into it, looking for the fast submission. I love breaking a guy's spirit by getting him to give right away. And with my bearhug, it's just a matter of time. He'll break before I get tired.

Sweat is already building and we're not even moving. His toes touch the mat, but I use my incredible muscles to give him a powerful jolt and he moans and throws his head back. I ease up then do it again, alternating between crushing power and crushing super-power. I feel his cock against mine. I've felt this from other guys. The guy is hard. A muscle jobber posing as a muscle man.

"Yeah, you're loving it, aren't you? You wanted to wrestle muscle? THIS is muscle!" I suddenly squeeze as hard as I can and the guy lets out a huge groan, his voice echoing in the arena. He leans back, his arms out wide as I destroy him in one move. I command him, "GIVE! GIVE OR I'LL BREAK YOU TWO!"

Cage groans, "Uh! Oh fuck! I - I - "

Suddenly, the villain flings his torso forward and whips his arms around my head. He wraps them tight, forcing my face between his huge pecs. He squeezes hard, smothering me. The move surprises me, so I let up on my unbreakable bearhug. His feet drop to the ground and he's crushing my face into his rock hard chest.

Cage says, "Lick it, Bird Boy! Lick your Daddy's chest!"

The guy draws his hips back then slams them forward. His stomach hits my amazing abs and his bulge crushes into mine. My perfect bubble butt flies back and I lose my footing. He moves his arms back and forth behind my head, wiping my handsome face on his chest. The guy has fat pecs, so I'm really buried between them and it's hard to breathe.

All I can see, smell and taste is him. The big man keeps taunting me, playing up his role as Big Daddy Cage. I run my hands on his back and ass, looking for an opening. The guy is pretty solid. Not like me, but better than any of my other private clients. I try a couple of body punches, but I must not be able to get all my power behind them. If I could, you know he'd be lying on the mat, but instead they just bounce off.

I try to take control back with the bearhug, but he must realize that he'd be done of that happens. The guy counters by pushing his weight forward, catching me off guard. He's strong enough to topple us backwards. I land on my back with all his 220-lbs of bulk on top of my 200-lbs of 100% pure muscle. WHAM! OOF! He grinds on me as he grabs my wrists.

Cage slides up my chiseled body into a schoolboy pin. He holds my massive shoulders down with his shins. I still taste his sweat from his chest. Fuck, he's going to pay for that. The villain bounces on me, using his weight to take my breath away. He looks down with a smirk as he smacks the side of my face.

"Look up, Bird Boy." I look him in the eye. He stares back, "That surprise move was your best shot and you couldn't get it done. You're a clown in The Cave and you're a clown here. Now, Daddy’s gonna show you what real muscle can really do."

The Match

Real muscle? Real muscle? What the fuck? Cage flexes over me. Oh hell no! I roar and use my unbelievable power to throw his cocky ass off me. Son of a bitch. I scramble up and charge, but he gets lucky with a clothesline that levels me. WHAM! I roll on the mat, ready to crush him, but as I roll onto my hands and knees, he grabs me from behind around the waist.

Cage lifts me up into a reverse bearhug. He squeezes and I actually feel it. Fuck, it's like he's almost as strong as me! I moan and squirm in the hold, but he's got it locked on tight. The 35-year old muscleman has that old man strength you always hear about. I can't pry his arms apart. He's probably got arthritis and they're locked up. ARGH!

I moan in the hold as my chiseled midsection is crushed by the big man. Cage lifts and whips me from side to side like a perfectly-muscled ragdoll. Oh fuck. I get dizzy as my head whips back-and-forth. My sides hurt and I struggle to breathe. The black bodybuilder asks if I want to give, but I respond by twisting and flinging my elbow back with all my impossible power. CRACK!

It's enough to get Cage to drop me and I stumble forward. I grab my waist, checking to make sure he didn't mark me. I hear him coming up behind me, so I whip around with a surprise forearm to his head. Somehow, he manages to block my forearm, using his oversized paw to grab my wrist and stop my momentum.

Cage squeezes and he hits just the right spot. I moan and he forces me to my knees. The big man crushes my wrist as he pushes my hand into my face. WHACK! Suddenly, I'm forced punch myself in the face over and over. WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! The shots stun me. To keep balance, I put my other hand on his thick thigh and it feels so hard.

I get dragged up to my feet by my arm then grabbed around the throat. Cage lifts and then chokeslams me to the mat hard. WHAM! I writhe on the mat, my chiseled muscles rolling from side to side as I recover. I'm a fast healer, which he must guess, because he starts in with boots to my chest and abs right away. STOMP! STOMP! STOMP!

Cage puts his bulk into them, but I tense my muscles to defend myself. I focus then roll away as fast as I can. I slide under the bottom rope and get to my feet outside the ring. The big black muscleman smirks at me then flexes. He says, "Take a good look at your new daddy. This is real man-power, you little twink poser."

I pound the apron in frustration. "You shouldn't piss me off, old man. I've been going easy on you, but now, you're going to feel my power!" I flex for him, showing off my sculpted body. He's big and built, but I'm a fucking muscle god.

Cage laughs, "Then get in here and show me more. You can't show me any less."

I grab the middle rope and pull myself up onto the apron. The big man must be scared, because he doesn't make a move towards me. He obviously knows he's dealing with a real pro. I slide into the ring, "Yeah, big mistake, old man. You just showed me you're nervous. I'm going to go all out and we'll see who's the real man."

Cage raises his hands, encouraging me to go for a test of strength. I accept. Let's show this 35-year old wannabe how a real stud does this. We carefully start to lock hands, each eying the other for a cheap shot. I don't need to do that, but we both know he probably does. One hand closed up and I squeeze. He holds firm as we slide our other hand together. Done.

Suddenly, Cage drives his hands back and overpowers mine. He whips them down and in one second I'm on my toes, crying out as he comes close to breaking my wrists. I moan and dance, unable to fight back. Oh fuck, it's too much. I cry out, "Letgo, letgo, letgo!" Cage eases up then pushes me backwards. I land on my ass, hard. PLOP! I shake out my wrists as he flexes.

I stare up at him, "No fair! I wasn't ready! That wasn't a real test of strength!"

Cage moves in fast. I instinctively kick out, but he grabs my boot. The big man pulls me forward and I slide on my bubble butt. Before I can react, the black muscleman grabs me by the hair. I grab his wrist to pry his hand off me. I'm about to overpower his grip when he lifts, pulling me to my feet. Cage uses his free hand to grab my right hand then releases my hair and grabs my left hand.

I'm confused by what's happening, which enables him to lock my hands up again. He lifts our arms and slams his big body into mine. As we hold this position, Cage dares to challenge me, "C'mon, twink. You ready?"

I focus as I stare him down, our eyes only inches apart. Okay, this time I'm going to strike first. I answer by pressing down, launching into a real and fair test of strength. Now this big jerk is going to get a full dose of Xaq power. I strike suddenly without warning, going all out. Cage wobbles, caught off-guard as I press down.

We circle the ring, arms raised. We crash bodies, our torsos slamming together as we struggle for control. BAM! We're both sweating and somehow, Cage manages to recover and block my moves. I realize he's not going down. I must be stronger, so the 35-year old muscleman must know some kind of tricks. No wonder he wanted to do this. It's like something he probably practices.

Son of a bitch! I feel my legs buckle a little under the force. I adjust my stance to press back, but Cage catches me on the shift. With a thrust, he uses his weight to drive me to one knee. THUD! I moan as my hands are bent back by his old man strength once again. They're forced beside my ears as he towers over me. I grimace as I fight to force him up, but whatever trick he's using, it's working.

Cage laughs, "Kiss my bulge or I break your hands."

I fall for whatever the big black muscleman is pulling, looking at his bulge instead of concentrating on the test of strength. Shit, it's big and that's still soft. I see the outline of his cut cock head. ARGH! My hands get forced back even farther. I let out a whimper, the pain too intense. He might actually be able to break my hands.

I think about just headbutting the bulge, but I won't give him the satisfaction of fighting dirty. I can win this match clean. I just need to start wrestling him. I lean in and put my lips on the bulge. I give it a quick kiss. SMACK! I hear him chuckle then he eases up before using his grip to toss me onto my stomach. He puts his boot on my ass and flexes over me. Fucker.

Round Three? No, Round One

Cage moves off me. I pound the mat then I rise. I shake out my arms and check my hands. The big man just waits, casually leaning back in the corner and watching me. I lace and psych myself up. The bulky old man is taking me out of my game. I tell myself, "C'mon, be smart."

The big muscleman smirks, "That's two submissions, Bird Boy. Ready for round three?"

I shake my head, "No, no, no. That crap doesn't count. That wasn't wrestling. That's just a stupid game. I don't practice bullshit garbage like that. I'm a real wrestler. This is round one!"

Cage actually smiles as he pushes out of the corner and moves towards me. "Okay, Bird Boy. I get it. This is who you are. I knew it when I hired you. You're a whiny, entitled, little twinky punk bitch, my favorite kind of boy to break. Bring it -"

I don't let him finish. I charge at him, tackling him to the mat. I kneel between his legs and pound him in the stomach. THUD! THUD! THUD! Of course he grunts with every shot. My punches are so powerful all he can do is watch me break down his stomach. THUD! THUD! THUD! I batter him so hard that my fists hurt. I pause and he somehow summons the strength to lift then lock his legs around my waist in a body scissors.

Cage stretches his legs out and flexes them. ARGH! I feel my sides collapse under the force. Oh fuck! The scissors crushes my midsection. I fall forward, my head and arms resting on his torso as he squeezes the life out of me. I moan and whimper. The big man reaches for my hair and pulls my head up. I see him smiling.

"Give, boy." I don't respond, so he somehow actually increases the force. I cry out and my face must be etched in pain. I gasp and struggle to breathe. Fuck he's gotten lucky and caught me just right. I pat his pec, tapping, but he keeps the pressure up. The villain says, "Naw, I gotta hear it from those pretty lips, boys."

I can't barely breathe, but I manage to say, "Give. Uh. Give."

Cage opens his legs and lets go of my hair. I sit back, kneeling and breathing deep. Oh fuck, what was that? Lucky bastard. I see him lying there, legs spread on either side of me. He reaches down and adjusts his bulge as he watches me recover. When he puts his hands behind his head and chills, the jerk looks like he's just relaxing on the fucking beach.

Round Two

We get to our feet and I pace a little. Cage stands in the middle of the ring. He opens his legs and arms. I can see him flexing his abs. He smirks at me and waves his fingers, inviting me to take a shot. Are you fucking kidding me? One fall and this guy is getting cocky? I don't even wait. I just dive forward, slamming my fist into his abs. POW! He doesn't move.

Cage laughs at me, "That all you got?"

Son of a bitch. I draw my fist back, but instead, I lift my boot right into his gut. WHOMP! That sends him stumbling backwards. I laugh at him, "No, I got a lot more."

The big man nods and smirks. He moves in and we go to lock up in a collar and elbow. As we get close, Cage chickens out. Instead of locking up, he swats my arms to the side. Before I can react, his hands are around my throat. He squeezes then lifts me high into the air. I put my shins on his side as I struggle to breathe. The guy has his arms locked and he keeps me suspended.

I start to go out, but he throws me down to the mat. WHAM! I land on my back, coughing. Cage drives his boot into my abs, trying to break them down. STOMP! STOMP! STOMP! When I flex my abs and they're as strong as steel. I withstand the abuse then get a moment to roll out of the ring. He can't stop me as I escape and regroup.

I pound the apron in frustration. This old man is really pissing me off. I stare him down, but all he does is flex in the middle of the ring. Damn, his muscles are pumped. Wrestling a stud like me must have him on an adrenaline high or something. Fucker is showing off, but no one flexes on me! I jump up on the ring apron and flex back, showing him what real training can do.

Cage charges at me, but I duck down, avoiding his grasp. I drive through the top and middle rope with a big shoulder block. WHOMP! He steps back, but he grabs me in a front face lock. I get dragged into the ring, my legs sliding over the middle rope. I hang there for a minute, suspended by my boots and neck. Next thing I know, we’re dropping and my face smashes into the canvas. CRACK!

I roll around on the mat, barely conscious from the DDT. Fuck. I fight to get up, but all I can do is writhe on the mat. Cage grabs me by the hair and drags me up. He bends me forward, grabs me around the waist then lifts and flips me onto his right shoulder in an over-the-shoulder backbreaker. ARGH! My back cries out as I hang there, my head, legs and arms flopping around.

Cage parades me around the ring like a prize. I moan, trying to kick or roll off. His thick arm holds me in place. The big man pauses. I’m looking back at the entrance curtain, my world upside down. If I’m looking this way, he must be looking in the mirror. Oh shit, I bet he’s flexing his left arm! I flail around harder and then I fall to the mat. SPLAT!

I try to rise, but as soon as I’m a couple of inches up, his boot comes down between my shoulders and Cage puts me back down. STOMP! SPLAT! STOMP! SPLAT! Cage grabs me by the hair and drags me up. I fire a fist into his abs, but they hold. I get thrown into the corner where I sag on the top ropes then fall down onto my ass. PLOP!

Cage flexes in front of me, “Look at a real man, twinkie. Daddy Cage owns this ring, Bird Boy!”

Twinkie? I grab the top rope and pull myself up to my feet. Cage doesn’t seem to care. He strikes a double bicep pose, so I hop onto the middle ropes and leap out with a cross body block. WHAM! He catches me! Damn old man strength. Before I can counter, the big man bodyslams me to the mat hard. BOOM! I arch my back and lift my hips to ease the pressure, but the guy stomps my abs. THUD!

The big villain drags me up into another scoop across his chest. This time he circles before bodyslamming me to the mat again. BOOM! This time I roll onto my stomach, whimpering in pain. Fuck, that one hurt. Oh boy. Next thing I know, I’m up for a third time. I say, “No, no, no!” Cage doesn’t care. He lifts me high then bodyslams me for a third time. KABOOM!

I can only lie on the mat. I blink fast to focus, but all I see is him flexing over me. Fuck, I know I have to move, but he kicks me onto my stomach. Cage sticks his boot under my face. He says, “Kiss it, Bird Boy.” I shake my head. I’m never kissing this asshole’s boot. I summon my strength and grab his legs. I pull hard and fast, tripping him onto his ass. PLOP!

With Cage surprised, I have my opening. I leap onto his chest and lock on a headlock. I crank it hard, showing this old fool who the real boss is. I’m doing great, but he uses his weight to force us up. I crank on the standing side headlock. I draw my fist back then fire it into his head. CRACK! Yeah, time to even things up!

Cage suddenly pulls free. I spin right into his right hand, which wraps around my throat. He chokeslams me to the mat then sits on my chest. The big man’s shins pin my shoulders down. He smiles, “Nice to see you still trying, Bird Boy. Too bad you’re a scrawny, pathetic little sidekick.”

I roar and manage to topple him off me. I rise to one knee then spring out at him, but he dodges. I land on my stomach. SPLAT! Cage comes down with his knees in my back. I can’t move his weight as he folds my ankles then grabs under my chin. Suddenly, we’re rolling back and I’m lifted onto his shins, suspended in a bow and arrow. I cry out in pain as I hang there.

I try to fight the hold, but I can’t get any leverage. His old man strength holds me tight and my back is seizing up with stabbing pain. I’ve got no choice. I tap the mat with the back of my hand and moan, “Give, give, give!”

Cage kicks me off, letting me loose. I lie on the mat in a puddle of my own sweat. He’s really owned me so far. But he’s old. He’s getting tired. I can tell. The next falls are mine and I’m going to make them hurt!

Round Three

We circle. I feel pretty confident. The guy is covered in sweat. His adrenaline rush from wrestling me must be wearing off and now it’s my turn to shine. Cage moves in for a lock up. I duck and grab him around the waist. Back to basics, old man. I cinch in my bearhug and lift him off the mat. He groans in pain as I crush him with my unmatched power.

I lower him for another go, but he gets lucky and times it right. As soon as his boots drop, he pushes us back, using his weight to drive us into the corner. CLANG! I lose my bearhug as I get sandwiched between the turnbuckles and all his bulk. He backs off and I drop to my knees. He moves right in front of me and grabs my head.

“Yeah, get ready, Bird Boy. Have a taste of Daddy Cage’s power!”

The big man shoves my face into his bulge and gives me a face wash with his sweaty trunks. HIs meat slaps across my face as he leaves a layer of old man sweat all over me handsome face. I try to break free, but he holds me firm. Cage pulls my head back. Out of pure anger, I surprise him by driving my head forward. I slam my forehead into his big bulge. SQUISH!

Cage staggers back. He warns me, “Don’t try that again!”

I didn't want to go low, but he’s a liar and a fraud. And based on his reaction, I must’ve found a weak spot. I dive out and tackle him down. WHAM! I spin around and mount him with my ass in his face. I draw my elbow back to start punching his abs, but he throws me off. WHOA! Cage rolls onto his side, giving me an opening to lock him in a head scissors. ARGH!

I squeeze hard. I look down, admiring how good my legs look. Fuck, they’re so chiseled. You can see every muscle popping. I’m better than a freaking anatomy chart. I tighten the hold and I hear the big man grunting. Like I said, the old guy is tiring out. Cage forces us over so I’m on my back and he’s on his knees. I keep the hold, reaching down to make sure his face stays in my green spandex bulge.

“Give it up, old man! My scissors is unbreakable!”

I hear Cage actually laugh. He suddenly grabs my forearms. I fight, but I can’t break his grip and focus on my scissors. Cage squats up, lifting me with him. I hang onto my scissors, but then the big muscleman drives me down, slamming my shoulders into the mat hard. WHAM! My legs fly open as I’m stunned by the impact.

Cage schoolboy pins me. He flexes his biceps as he sits on me. “Let’s see how unbreakable you really are, Bird Boy.”

I squirm under him, but his weight is bearing down on me. Cage gets off, obviously feeling like I was about to throw him off. I scramble up and charge at him. He throws his hand out and catches me by the throat. URK! The big man grabs my thigh, squats and lifts. I’m up in a gorilla press before I can even react. Holy shit, I’m all the way up.

I brace myself as Cage walks around the ring, doing a full lap with my 200-lbs of sculpted muscle lifted high in the air. Fuck, I try to think about how to counter, but just before I come up with a brilliant solution, I get thrown up and tossed across the ring. WHOA! BOOM! I land hard on my side and shoulder. I try to rise, but the big villain is on me fast.

Cage drags me up by my hair. I’m too winded to resist as he whips me into the corner. CLANG! The villain comes in with a huge knee lift to my abs. WHOMP! He lights into my abs with fists that would kill a normal guy. THUD! THUD! THUD! Even with my rock hard abs I feel the shots. I cough and fall into his shoulder.

The villain locks me into a front facelock then grabs the side of my green trunks. He lifts me up for a suplex, but instead he drops me onto the top rope on my abs. OOF! The steel cable sinks deep and I feel like I might puke as I hang there. Cage grabs me around the waist and lifts me off the rope. He holds me in an upside down reverse bearhug.

I moan as I hang upside down. Blood is rushing to my head and the old man’s cheap strategy to keep me disoriented is working. I flop around in the hold as he bounces me up and down. Oh fuck! Just in time, Cage throws me aside. SPLAT! I collapse onto the mat, holding my stomach. Drool runs from my mouth as I try to crawl out of the ring. I just need a minute to recover.

Cage moves in. I kick back, my boot aimed at his bulge, but he swats my leg away. He says, “Be fuckin’ glad that didn’t connect, Bird Boy!”

I try to buy a little more time, “I wasn’t going low!”

The big man growls, “A cheat AND a liar? Not very heroic, sidekick!”

I get grabbed by the back of my trunks. He stretches them out as he forces me up. I fall against his body and he locks on a reverse bearhug. I fight the hold, but he quickly crushes my midsection. Oh fuck, it’s tight. Almost as tight as mine. I try to break free, but his old man strength collapses my chiseled abs.

I moan and whimper, but I can’t do anything else. When he lifts me off my feet, I have to tap his forearms and grunt out, “Give, give, give!”

Cage drops me then gives me a stuff boot to the ass before moving to his corner for a drink of water.

Round Four

I’m still on the mat when he starts stalking me. I see him pacing, but I’m not rushing for him. My stomach is killing me and so is my back. I’ve got to turn this around. I climb to my feet and he moves in immediately. I duck his charge, but when I turn, I get a donkey kick to the abs. WHOMP! It drops me to my knees, gasping.

I sit up and his bulge is right in my face. Damn, it keeps getting bigger and I still don’t think he’s hard. I gulp and something comes over me. I throw my shoulder out, driving it up. I miss his abs and hit right into his bulge. SQUISH! Cage staggers back, turning away from me. I decide that I have to go for it now. He’ll never believe I made a mistake. I mean, who would?

I move in behind him on my knees then throw my arm up between his legs. SQUISH! The big man curses, but I lift and he falls back across my shoulders. From my knees, I rack him over my shoulders. I shake him and hear him moaning. He also calls me names, but I don’t care. He suckered me with all this and now it’s time to make him pay!

“Give, old man! Give or I’ll break you in half!”

“Fuck you, twinkie! ARGH!” I add a ball claw and his moans get louder. He swears and moans, “FUUCCCKKK! You cheatin’ little bitch!”

I remind him, “You set me up with fake pics, so consider this payback! Now GIVE!”

Cage suddenly starts kicking and thrashing. He clubs my head and I can’t hold him. He rolls off my shoulders onto his hands and knees. I throw myself backwards into his side, toppling him over onto his back. I leap up then drop an elbow into his abs. THUD! I get up fast then unleash some boots into his six-pack. STOMP! STOMP! STOMP!

I drop to my knees then go for a claw. I work my fingers in, but I hear him laugh. Cage spreads his legs, “Oh yeah, that’s it, Bird Boy. massage my muscles!”

I turn to see Cage smiling and just chilling like nothing was happening. I lift my hands then lower them to his bulge. The big man warns me, “Do it and I’ll tear yours off!”

I gulp, but also dive sideways, driving my elbow into his face. CRACK! I grab his arm and put it between my legs. I go for an armor submission move, like Cody showed me. Cage flexes his arm just before I get it on. I pull on his arm, but he manages to keep it bent. It isn’t working. Fucking Cody and his bullshit moves! I pull harder, but Cage manages to lock his hands and there’s no shot at getting it right now.

Cage rolls towards me. He pulls his forearm from my grip then puts his elbow on my bulge. Oh shit. He stares me down, “Be glad I don’t need to do your cheap shit.”

The bulky bodybuilder lifts his elbow and backs away. He stands while I crab crawl to the ropes then rise. We circle then move in. I go for a kick to the abs, but with my abs being sore, it looks low. Cage grabs my boot before it connects anyway. He says, “How many times do I have to warn you, Bird Boy? You gotta bird brain?”

I hold up my hands, “I wasn’t going low! Honest!”

Cage snorts then throws my leg to the side. I stumble, doing a 180. When I get my feet, I feel a big arm slam onto my back with a clothesline. I fly forward, falling onto my face on the mat. SPLAT! The villain gets on my back and pulls me into a camel clutch. I fight it, but his big body weighs me down.

I realize I’m facing the mirror. Cage forces me to look at myself while he flexes his left bicep. Damn, I look great, even suffering. The big man puts both hands under my chin then pulls me back until I’m looking at the ceiling. Oh fuck, it hurts. My back might break! I bet I could withstand the pain, but I can’t afford to slow down my training.

I blurt out, “I give! Give! GIVE!” GGIIIVVVEEE!”

Cage finally releases me. I fall into a puddle of my own sweat. The villain grabs me by the hair then forces me into my corner. I roll over and lean on the bottom turnbuckle, my body in spasms while he looks pumped and powerful, like he could go forever.

Big Daddy Cage's Boy

Fuck, my whole body hurts. I never should've gone for those low blows. He's like 35-years old. Old guys always have strong balls. All it did was distract me from dealing with this guy's stupid old man strength. It's sick how old guys get hard as they wither up. It's almost like he's stronger than me, but I know it's just the age. Even as powerful as I am, that's tough to fight.

Uh oh. The big black muscleman is coming towards me. I slide back to the corner, leaning on the bottom turnbuckle. Oh fuck, no more. I got tricked and I've paid enough for it. Cage moves within range of me, but I don't kick out. I put up my hands, bring my feet in close, curling up in a defensive position.

Cage smirks as he moves in close, “Daddy’s coming for you, boy.”

The muscleman puts his feet on either side of me. I look up at his big, bulky body. The muscleman puts his hands on his hips, legs spread. He adjusts his bulge, pointing his junk down. It weighs down the front of his trunks, exposing the top of his trimmed black pubes. It's all just hanging there, right over me. It's like he's daring me to try another low blow.

"C'mon, boy. I see you staring. You can't look away. Go for it. It's all a boy like you can do against a man like me. I won't even stop you." I shake my head. He snorts, "How many low blows did I give you?"

I softly admit, ”None."

"That's right. Didn't need to. I beat you with these." He flexes over me. His muscles look better than ever, coated in sweat and pumped from battling me. I feel embarrassed that I went dirty and he didn't. I could've won fair and square, but he tricked me. I wasn't ready. And then I did those low blows. Took me out of my game plan. I open up a bit, looking at him more directly.

Cage notices, “Gettin' your confidence back, boy? Pumpin’ yourself up?" I don't respond, but he sees it. "C'mon then. Let's keep goin'." I hesitate so he says, "I've seen all your matches. You like to claim guys cheat or you didn't really give. So here's your shot. Forget the three falls I won. One last fall, winner take all."

I stare at him, unsure what to do. I'd love to put the old fart down. He adjusts his bulge, telling me, "Go for it. Slam that baby boot into my balls and let's see what happens.” When I don't kick up, he says, “Okay. Submit."

I freeze, ”What? I'm not in a hold." Cage bounces his pecs and stares down at me. I feel the intensity of his glare and I suddenly blurt out, "I give. I give."

Cage smirks, ”You give what, boy?”

The guy has me over a barrel. I have no choice, so I breathe in then say, "I give, sir. I give, Big Daddy Cage."

"Good, boy. You talked some smack when we met. Now you got two choices. You either say, ‘I'm stronger than Big Daddy Cage' or ‘Big Daddy Cage is stronger than me.' If you think you're stronger, you better low blow me fast, because we’re gonna fight some more, see who's right. If you admit I'm stronger, we move to the fun stuff I told you I’d do. No more wrestling. Your call."

I open my mouth, “Loo -“ The big man holds a finger up and I stop.

Cage adds, "You say anything else and I'm gonna have to hurt you. Got it?" I stare at him then nod. "Good. So, you stronger?" I shake my head. "I wanna hear you say it."

I breathe in deeply. I have no choice but to admit, “Big Daddy Cage is stronger than me."

"Good boy." Cage flexes over me. He swells his bulky muscles and I have to admit, I'm impressed. Yeah, he's not as perfect as me, but he is big. When he's done, he looks at me, "Mm, look at those tight green trunks. You like your Daddy, don't you?"

I look at my package and he's right. Thin spandex can't hide a perfectly-proportioned cock like mine, especially when it's rock hard. It's hard because I know how hot I must look, sweaty and pumped, not because of him, but I don't want to get him mad. I look back at him, "Yes, sir. I like my Big Daddy Cage."

With that, my new muscle master turns and leaves the ring.

Big Daddy Cage's Stakes

Daddy Cage talked a good game when we set this up. He threatened to make me his boy and told me all sorts of crazy things he wanted to do to me. Of course I just agreed to it all, thinking he was smaller and weaker than he is. If I'd known that he was almost as impressive as me, I would've paid more attention. Now, I just have to wait and see what he's got planned.

As I recuperate in the corner, the big black bodybuilder tosses his bag inside the ring. He then tosses two folding chairs in. Oh fuck, I thought the wrestling was done? Daddy Cage must think he sees fear on my face, because he smirks, "Don't worry, boy. You keep your master happy and we'll both enjoy this next part. You don't and only I'll enjoy it."

I nod, reluctantly accepting my role in this crazy setup. A deal is a fucking deal. He paid and I got played. Fuck, now my cock is hurting in my tight green trunks. I want to move it, but I don't think Daddy Cage would like that. Hopefully, he'll strip me fast. When he has the chairs set up, two side by side and facing the other two, he sits down and removes his boots.

I can’t resist adjusting myself. When my muscle master is looking at his boots, I smoothly shift my cock. Ah, much better. He puts the boots aside then rises and stretches. I admire him. Might as well get into this, right? Wow, for an old guy, he must have an amazing routine to get so big and still be decently defined. I'd never settle for that, but I can appreciate it.

Daddy Cage moves in then grabs me by the boot. He roughly drags me out of the corner like an object. When we stop, my muscle master slams my sculpted leg down to the mat hard. WHACK! I cry out, because I'm surprised and my heel hits hard. I reach for my foot, but as I sit up, he's bending forward. The black bodybuilder's hand meets my neck, grabbing me tight around the throat. GAG!

“I warned you, boy. I’m not happy when my boys touch themselves without permission and you know that. That's why you tried to be sneaky about it.”

Fuck, my muscle master saw me. I grip his forearm with both hands to ease the pressure as he forces me up by the chokehold. I'm gasping for air. His hand is fucking huge and ridiculously strong. Fucking old man strength again. Daddy Cage reaches behind me. The big black bodybuilder reaches behind me and grabs my trunks. He yanks them up fast and hard. I scream out as the stretchy green spandex wedges up my amazing ass in back and crushes my perfect manhood in front.

The trunks are deep between my flawless cheeks. Damn, this is the curse of having an incredible leg routine that builds my glutes - everyone wants my bubble butt. Daddy Cage parades me around the chairs by the wedged trunks, lifting so high that I'm forced to walk on my toes. He pauses as we face the mirror on the far wall.

The muscle master flexes his bicep behind me as we watch together. It's huge, but I'm the show here. Thank god there's no audience. Imagine if there was a pro wrestling crowd here seeing this? I'd be humiliated. They'd be lusting all over me more than usual. As I'm forced to look at my impossibly proportioned physique under this big man's control, I feel my cock tightening. Oh no. Oh fuck, I'm going to cum.

Daddy Cage whispers, "You're Daddy's little bitch now, boy."

I beg Cage to stop, warning him I might shoot. Instead of easing up, he just lifts my trunks higher and grabs my hair tightly, making sure I look at myself in the mirror. The pain in my crushed cock and balls can't overcome how hot I look. I shudder then convulse. The black bodybuilder whispers in my ear about how much stronger he is and how I'm just a twink toy.

What the fuck? Not that twink shit again! I reach up and grab his hand in my hair. I fight against his grip, but he holds me tight. All I accomplish is spreading my massive lats and pumping my amazing muscles even bigger. I stop struggling and Cage laughs behind me. He commands me to take a good look at myself, so weak and pathetic. He mocks my muscles and power.

I look at my chiseled body as he taunts me. Every muscle is perfect, but when you're suckered by bulk and old man strength, it's not enough. My green trunks are so low and big in front. My cock is clear in the wet, clinging trunks. Fuck, it's as perfect as the rest of me. My shaft isn't the biggest, but it's like a work of art. Sculptures of it should be in museums. Oh god, I'm too hot.

I can't take it. I explode, screaming out in ecstasy as I lose my load. I gasp for air then unleash my load into my green trunks. I shake and shudder, held firm by my muscle master. I keep firing, my seed pouring out from my cock into my wedged Bird Boy trunks. The combination of pleasure and pain has my entire body flexed and tight.

By the time I'm done, cum is soaked through my green spandex. It's running down the deep channels between the muscles on my left leg, dripping onto the mat. I'm exhausted, but at least my cock doesn't hurt as much. Daddy Cage lets me go and I collapse onto my hands and knees at his feet. He kicks my shoulder and sends me onto my back. I stare at the ceiling then he plants his boot on my chest and flexes over me, telling me that I'm just like all the other boys.

"I knew it. You just wanna lie down for Daddy Cage."

My cock is getting hard again as I look at him. I'm turned on by his muscle, which looks great from down here. I admit it. My muscle master's body is so hot. It's not as hot as mine, but I'm still into it. I'm also a little scared by it. I mean, the 35-year old stud is crazy strong. The combination of lust and fear has my cock and brain fighting it out. Daddy Cage reaches down and drags me up onto the chairs.

Daddy Cage positions me so I'm balanced with my hands on one chair and my knees on the other. I hold my position on hands and knees as he circles me, checking out my stunning body. He runs his hands over me gently, getting a good feel of my incredible muscles. When he's behind me, he holds me by the wedged trunks then spanks my bare ass. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! I moan at first, but then it stings and I squeal in pain.

"OUCH!" I beg, "Please stop, Daddy Cage! I give, I give, sir!"

The black muscleman grabs me by the hair, "You're an eager little twink, aren't you? You look good and talk tough, but thats just for show. You need a strong hand to guide you." He leans into my ear, "And you want one, don't you? You wanna real man to control you."

I just moan. Of course I don't want that. I am a real man. An alpha male. My muscle master grabs a black leather collar out of his bag. The tag on the front says, "Property of Big Daddy Cage." He fastens it around my neck then proceeds to inspect me, like a dog at a dog show. He feels me up and pulls on my hair, even checking my teeth. It's humiliating, but I go with it. Damn, my cock is hurting again.

Daddy Cage attaches a leash. I get lifted off the chairs like I weigh nothing then dropped onto my hands and knees onto the mat. I get walked around the ring on all fours, doing a full lap like a good boy. Daddy Cage sits on one of the chairs then pulls me by the leash towards him. I relax on my knees with my hands on the mat, sitting like a dog. That gets a smirk.

"Look at you, knowing just how to sit pretty for Daddy. Now show Big Daddy Cage some love, boy."

I lean down then lick his feet, thinking how dogs kiss. I move up his leg, darting my tongue out and licking him. He flexes his bicep and I rise up to lick it. I worship his big muscles, tasting the power of the man who beat me. Daddy Cage raises his arm and I move into his armpit, cleaning it with my tongue. He uses the leash to guide me to his nipple and I lick it, along with his mighty pec.

Daddy Cage pulls on the leash again and I'm forced to his bulge. Even in the black trunks it looks huge. I'm pulled in and I go to work, licking and sucking on the massive mounds held inside the tight spandex. I hear him moan, so I know I'm doing a great job on his manhood. Not surprising as I'm awesome at this.

As I work him, he stands up. He makes me peel off his black trunks as he towers over me. When I slide the trunks off, Daddy Cage flops free. Wow. Fat and long with balls that are bigger than my mouth. I finish removing his trunks, wishing I could pull mine off. My cock can't take much more of this.

Now that he's naked, I worship his cock and balls with my mouth and hands. Our manhoods are like the rest of us. I've got a fantastic package, but it's sculpted and perfectly-sized. My muscle daddy's is big and meaty. And I bet it's powerful. I try to save my ass by getting him to cum, but he's 35 and way past his sexual prime, so he's able to withstand my best efforts.

Big Daddy Cage forces me off him. He pulls me up to my feet by the leash then sits down. The black muscleman leans back and looks me up and down. He commands me to strip down all the way. I start, excited to finally free my junk, but he tugs hard on the leash and I stumble back to my knees. THUD!

"No. Slow, like the cheap slut you are, boy."

I nod then rise. I dance for him and he nods. I peel off my gloves like a stripper, tossing them onto the chair beside my muscle master. Of course he doesn't take his eyes off me. Like how could he?

I swing my hips and then bend over to slip off my boots. I stand up then reach into the waistband of my trunks. I turn around, peeling them out of my crack, resting them under my bubble butt cheeks. I turn back to face him before I slide them off in front, making sure not to rush. Fuck it feels good when the cum-soaked trunks come off, my cock finally free. SPROING!

Unlike most guys, my trunks won't fall. My legs are too big for that. I have to work the tiny, wet green spandex down over my massive thighs and even my calves. When I finally step out of them, Daddy Cage looks impressed, of course. He makes me dance a little for him, showing off his prize. He knows he won the lottery, so I give him a good show.

With both of us naked, except for my collar, Daddy Cage actually slides off the chair and lies on the mat. He sends me to his bag to grab a condom and lube then makes me straddle him. I squat down to sheathe his massive cock. Thank god my wrestling partner The Bat is huge, so I'm trained for a cock like this. Still, it won't be easy, especially with no warmup.

Daddy Cage makes me turn around and squat over his chest, my amazing ass hovering over his face. He fondles it, spreading my cheeks. As I hang there, he smacks it a few times then forces a lubed finger inside. I moan loudly. Fuck, it feels great. The black muscle master works my tight hole, opening me up. Two fingers inside me has me whimpering, but it feels so good.

I get a hard spank and it's show time. I rise and turn. As I look down at him, my muscles tighten. Daddy Cage gets a hard look. He tugs on the leash and warns, "Don't you even think about flexing those weak little boy muscles over me, boy."

"I'm sorry, Big Daddy Cage, sir."

I breathe in deeply, amazed that he knew what I was thinking, but even more that he wouldn't want to see me flex. I mean, what the fuck? This guy really stays in character, sacrificing a chance to stare at me. Anyway, I focus and lower myself, reaching for his fat cock. I hold it up and guide it inside me. Oh. Oh shit. I slowly impale myself on his manhood until my beautiful butt cheeks hit his pelvis.

Wow. That's a lot of man inside me. I'm filled with me muscle master's meat and it's almost kore than I can bear. I adjust, resting and breathing hard. Once ready, I begin to bounce up and down, riding him. My spectacular cock flops up and down, the hard shaft slapping his abs when I go down then ricocheting up against mine on the way up. SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!

I struggle to maintain my balance as Daddy Cage tugs on the leash to pull me down harder. I have to put my hands on his rock hard body to hold myself steady on his dick. When I rise, he slides out of me. Shit. I reach to guide him back in, but Daddy Cage stops me. He says, "Fuck, boy, you're as weak at this as you are at wrestling."

Daddy Cage holds his cock up and I lower myself again. He holds under my legs and lifts then drops, supporting me. I'm amazed at how strong he is, easily able to lift and guide me. My muscle master lifts and drops me faster and deeper. I build up a rhythm and he starts lifting his hips on every drop, slamming his massive cock into me.

I moan and whimper as he takes me hard. It's working as he starts to grunt. My hard cock keeps whipping and slapping. I feel a load building and I warn him. Daddy Cage snarls, "You better not cum on me, boy!"

I cry out as I fight the urge. I focus on riding him, but it's hard. I see myself in the mirror and it's too much. I beg him to let me off and he throws me to the side. THUD! I land on my side just as I explode. I convulse on the mat, my second load of cum even bigger than the first. Daddy Cage roughly grabs me and throws me onto my back on top of the pool of hot white seed.

My muscle master forces my sculpted legs up and shoves his massive cock inside me hard. I can tell he's pissed as he savagely pounds me. I submit to him again as my body slides on the pool of sweat and cum, begging him to ease up. I whimper as I'm fucked harder than I've ever been fucked. My cock swells up and a third load of cum leaks onto my abs as I'm torn open.

Daddy Cage slides out of me, rips off the condom and explodes. Cum flies onto my face as ropes line my torso. Pools of his seed collect in the deep chasms between my pecs and abs. I just lie there unmoving, my adrenaline running out from the wrestling and fucking. My muscle master finally finishes.

My perfect body is covered with both of our seeds and sweat. I don't know how long I lie there before I hear him moving around. I don't move as he poses over me. He takes some pictures of his boy before he unfastens the dog collar. He grabs his stuff then exits the ring, leaving me a stunning display of dirty, defeated muscle.

Everything goes black as I pass out.

After the Match

When I wake up, I roll around in the ring to get my bearings. I'm exhausted, sore and filthy. I move slowly as I clean the ring of the evidence of my defeat. It takes me a long time before I finally get in the shower. Fuck. I start it up then sit on the tile, just re-grouping as water splashes down onto me.

After ten minutes, I climb to my feet. My ass is marked with the imprint from the tile floor. My body aches and I'm still covered in the dried cum, mine and his. I grab my shower kit. As I stand under the hot spray of water, soaping up, I rub my perfect body. While I run my soapy hands over my muscles, of course I get hard.

I head to the locker room, wet and soapy. I stand in front of the mirror and pound one out. With the lather as lube, I get close quickly. I move in close, overwhelmed by myself. I think about the match then fire a huge load onto the mirror.

Fuck, I must've looked - wait. I filmed it. I run out to the ring area, still naked, wet and lathered up. I see the camera. It's still running. I stop it then rewind. Oh shit, I did get everything. Beautiful. I wipe my hands off on the ring apron then grab the camera. I put it in my bag in the locker room then dry off. This was painful, but getting to watch myself will make it worth it.

When I'm finally really clean, I get dressed, commando in my shorts and just short socks and sneakers. I make sure to lock up and set the alarm on my way out then make the trek to my car. I find a note under the wiper. Big Daddy Cage. It just says, "You were worth it, boy." I tuck it into my cargo shorts with a smirk. "Tell me something I don't know, Daddy."

The End