The Cave 20: The Bat vs. Ram 2

My Bedroom.

“Cody? You're late tonight.”

“Yeah, sorry, Jae. Practice ran long.” I walk over to the bed and give my boyfriend a kiss. He's already washed up, stripped down and chilling with his iPad, waiting for me. I peel off my clothes, toss them in the hamper then head into the bathroom to clean up.

Me. Cody. The Bat.

When I re-appear, I'm cleaned up and naked. Jae whistles as I head to bed. It always feels great to be appreciated. I smile at him and leap over him onto my side of the bed. PLOP! Jae checks me out as he asks, “How was practice?”

Jae. Waiting for me in bed.

I shrug, “I was trying to show Xaq how to counter arm holds using leverage rather than strength. Took a while, because he kept wanting to just power out. It's tough for him to accept that there are times when he might be outmatched in the muscle department.”

Training Xaq is a slow process.

Jae, Xaq and me are all wrestlers for The Cave. It's a gay-oriented, superhero-themed wrestling video company that I co-own with my buddy Ryan. I'm The Bat, the featured talent since we launched many years ago. Now, I'm 29 with over 100 matches, an amazing win-loss record and am the undisputed star of the place. If everyone sold like me, we'd be rich.

20-year old Xaq (5’11”/200-lbs) is the villain Spartan, but I'm also turning him into Bird Boy, my sidekick. He's an incredible muscle freak and has become our second most popular star behind me. And 22-year old Jae (5’11”/190-lbs) is SuperStar, our Superman analog. My ex-college football player boyfriend has built a great following, too, so the future’s looking good.

Jae asks, “So practice didn't go well? Not surprising.”

“Actually, practice was great. I think Xaq finally got it.”

Jae snorts, “Did he really?”

“Yes. And I heard that tone. What's wrong?”

My boyfriend says, “I'm just saying The Bat is investing a lot of late nights in Bird Boy. I thought this was just a cute humiliation play, but it's been weeks and it's still going on. You know, there are other guys who'd love this kind of attention from the owner and star of The Cave.”

I get defensive, “I'm helping you train as much as you'll let me. If you want more -”

“Relax, I don't mean me.”

I do relax, but I'm confused, “Then who?”

Jae rolls his eyes, breathes in deeply and puts his iPad down. Uh oh, he needs his hands to talk. I feel a rant coming.


“Who? Who? Here's who. Literally anyone, Cody. Literally anybody else would be more deserving of this kind of training. This isn't jealousy. It's about justice. Xaq is selfish, arrogant, childish and disloyal, plus he has a violent temper. He's attacked both of us in the locker room, for fuck’s sake. He literally knocked you out and left you on the shower room floor. Oh, and he's completely delusional. And a trespasser! He breaks into the ring area all the time for his private matches. So, he's a liar, too. Oh, and he's a bad sport and a terrible loser. He's rude and looks down on everyone. I genuinely can't think of one redeeming quality the guy has. Yeah, he has a good body, but so do lots of guys. Oh my god, he's just a complete and utter asshole, but he's the one you're training to become the face of The Cave for the next ten years? Seriously? You know, if you ever do succeed in making him more than the idiot jobber that he is, it'll just bite you on the ass, because he'll just turn on you and use your own training against you.”

I scoff, “We’re a long way away from him being able to beat me.”

Jae scowls, “Way to miss the point.”

“Okay, I hear you. Yes, he's a complicated guy, but I understand him a lot better now. I wouldn't be so sure he'll betray me. I've earned his respect and his loyalty. Yes, he's going to test his boundaries, but ultimately, it's because he wants the discipline that I give him.”

Jae is unconvinced, “Sounds more like a child or a dog. The only thing he wants is to return to being Spartan.”

“Actually, Xaq's become really committed to being my Bird Boy. He’s seeing the benefits and has bought in. He's even asked to be at ringside for my rematch with Ram. You know how tough that match will be. It'll be good to have support in my corner and he can see what I'm trying to teach him, in action, so he can do it when he's faced with a more powerful villain.”

Jae's eyes narrow, “He's not really your superhero sidekick. You know that, right? These late nights. You're not going out and fighting crime with him, are you?”

“Ha. Ha. Jae, he's an investment. That's all. Every Xaq match is a best-seller, but they were following a similar pattern. I'm just making him more versatile. I see you as the future of The Cave, but you can't carry it alone. It's too big now. Trust me, even I can't do that anymore.”

My boyfriend smirks, “Even you? Then it really must be impossible.”

“It is. Xaq's barely 20. If we can give him some depth, he can sell steadily for a decade or more. When Ryan and I started out, we never thought we'd go beyond a releasing a few of my personal matches and selling my used trunks. It was basically club money. Now look at it. It's a real money-making thing. I think it's become a big part of our future.”

“And I'm happy for you guys, but - “

I interrupt, “No, ‘our’ future. As in yours and mine. We're making money as trainers, but a successful Cave is like a bonus that can give us real freedom later on. Independence. Travel. A nest egg.” That quiets Jae. I tell him, “Look, I'm sorry if you don't like me working with Xaq. If you want me to let him go, of course I will.”

Jae sighs, “No, you've got me thinking about why it might make sense. Just please be careful. Remember who and what he is.”

I smile, “Always.”

Jae pulls me close. He falls back onto the mattress with me on top. My boyfriend looks up at me and runs his fingers through my hair, “Now, tell me more about this future of ours.”

The Wrestlers

It's nearly time. I've transformed into The Bat. I'm pumped and psyched up. I'm wearing my black spandex trunks with a red bat symbol on them. I've got black spandex wrist gauntlets, black pro boots and black knee pads with the same red bat icon. The cowl was the final addition to my wrestling look, with a black cape for my ring entrance. Here we go.

Me as "The Bat".

Xaq is all set, too. My opponent has agreed to let him watch from ringside, so he's in his Bird Boy uniform. Green trunks, short gloves and pro boots. He's got a short yellow cape that stops above his ass. And he's wearing a black domino mask. The temporary “BB” tattoo on his left pec completes my sidekick’s look.

Xaq as Bird Boy.

I've warned Bird Boy not to say or do anything. Jae is right that my sidekick is a hothead, so this will be a good test of his self-control. Can he actually silently stand at ringside no matter what? Ram is bigger than me and tough as hell. I beat him the first time, but it was one of the toughest battles I've ever had. It was also a standing ten-count match, which ended up helping me. There were definitely moments where he might've gotten a three-count pin or submission.

Ram is one of our strongest guys. He's 5’10”/230-lbs, built, thick and rock hard. And I mean that literally. Punching his body is like punching a brick wall. The villain is also hung the same way. My cock is bigger, but his is thicker. Like really thick, just like him. Ram wears looser silver trunks, so his horn just hangs there, as a warning to all who face him.

In addition to the trunks, Ram has brown boots and a stylized mask that's brown with silver panels on the side emulating horns. Of course, the heel doesn't wear pads. He'd say that he doesn't need them. I think it's because he views his knees and elbows as weapons and wants them to deliver maximum punishment. Ram adds a thick leather belt and barbarian-style furry panel in front for his ring entrance.

Ram is a handsome
and massive man.

Jae is showrunner for my match, while Ryan and his obnoxious friend Pete are running the two handheld cameras. My boyfriend pokes his head in, telling us Ram is at the curtain. I need to come.

We're on.

Intros

Ram is heading out.

As I exit the locker room, I see Ram’s thick back and mountainous ass wrapped in shiny silver spandex. He slides through the curtain without looking back. We wait behind the black fabric wall and Bird Boy can't help but peek through. I catch a glimpse of my opponent striding down the aisle, slowly and confidently. He climbs up the stairs and slips into the ring.

The cameras capture the villain’s muscular magnificence. He paces around the ring then launches into a flexing routine. The bodybuilder impresses everyone who watches with his physique, me included. Still, I've beaten a lot of bodybuilders before.

As he watches, Bird Boy snarks, “My shoulders are wider. My waist is a lot narrower. You call those abs? He's big, but shaped all wrong. It's bloat. I know he's old, but I hope I never let myself go like that. Ugh, his stomach is totally sagging down in his most muscular pose. Don't worry, Bat, I'm gonna put this guy to shame for you.”

Okay, Ram impresses everyone who watches, except for one guy.

Ram in the ring.

Ram wraps up and the cameras turn. Ryan moves close while Pete stays back for a long shot. Jae taps Bird Boy, sending him in first. He saunters to ringside, staring down Ram. As he walks in, my sidekick strikes a double bicep pose. He brings his hands to his pecs then runs them down, over his chest and seductively over his abs to the top of his green trunks, which he pulls to the base of his cock.

Jae taps me, but I don't enter as Bird Boy launches into his own bodybuilding routine. He strikes pose after pose, trying to show off and show up the bodybuilder heel in the ring. Worse, he tells Ram all the negative comments he just said behind the curtain. The villain is stoic as he gets criticized by the 20-year old big mouth.

Great. Five seconds in and he's already breaking his promise to stand silently out of the way. Yeah, this will be interesting. I just hope he doesn't get involved. Villain or not, Ram has a code and cheating only gets him more intense and brutal.

Jae has an ‘I told you so’ look on his face as he finally sends me in for real. Here we go.

I march to my sidekick, my black cape flowing behind me. I grab him and pull him close. I whisper in his ear, reminding him of his promise. He nods and says he didn't do anything wrong. I look him in the eye, “Do you know what silent means?” He frowns. My eyes narrow and he puts up his hands while pursuing his lips. I nod, “Better.”

I give Bird Boy one last stare.

I turn to the ring to see Ram waiting, arms crossed over his thick chest. I head to stairs, giving Bird Boy one last look then climb into the ring. I strip off my cape then stretch on the ropes. Ryan and Pete film my warmup for the fans then Ryan signals Jae to ring the bell. Looks like we're officially on.

DING! DING!

Round One

We circle the ring cautiously. Or at least I'm cautious. Ram looks supremely confident as he rolls his shoulders and tilts his head back and forth. He throws his hands out and back, loosening them up, looking for any opening. He's bouncing, keeping light on his feet, ready for any trick I might try.

Let's be honest. This is an important match for me, but it's a revenge match for the villain. I know that it gnaws at him that I actually beat him. I'm a lightweight compared to his 230-lbs of ridiculously hard muscles. Plus, it was in a last man standing match, too. He never thought I could earn a ten-count, so that was an extra-humiliating way to lose. I know he's going to have intensity I don't feel, but somehow have to match.

I'd love to just charge in and challenge those big muscles, but I don't. When facing a powerful guy with a low center of gravity, you need to be careful in the initial lockup. He has every advantage. And even some common counters, like a knee to the abs, are unlikely to work. My knee will bounce off, he won't feel it and I'll be in a vulnerable position. A front facelock will turn into a spear to the corner. A side headlock into a side suplex. Don't overthink it, Bat.

After two laps, we finally move in for a lockup. From the first moment we touch, I can feel the energy inside the bodybuilder heel. His incredible body is tense and unbelievably solid. Ram pushes against me and I know I'm outmatched. But I expected to be. I immediately fall back, turning and grabbing his left arm. Using my momentum, I spin and pull him over with an arm drag takedown. WHOA! PLOP! He lands on his muscular ass, skidding on the smooth vinyl.

I charge in with a boot between his shoulder blades. THUD! I drop down and slap on a chinlock for control. Wearing him down is key. None of this early stuff will hurt him, but it'll be the foundation for my later attacks. Back and neck. Back and neck. He'll protect his limbs. His abs and pecs are too solid. An hour with a sledgehammer might not be enough to break them down. Back and neck.

Ram plants his feet and pushes against me. I push back and we rise. Before he can flip me, I use all my strength on the chinlock to force him backwards onto my leg in a surprise over-the-knee backbreaker. CRACK! My legs wobbles as 230-lbs fights on it, but I fight just as hard to bend him. The big man moans in the surprise hold. I push on his chin and knee.

I get a good minute with him stretched out in the hold before he manages to power off my leg. Yeah, I would've loved a submission, but no way was that happening this early. Ram rolls to hands and knees. I come in with a flying elbow down onto his back. WHACK! SPLAT! He falls flat onto the mat. I climb onto his back and grab under his chin. I pull up hard, wrenching his neck and bending his back.

The bodybuilder heel grunts as he tries to pry my fingers apart. Yeah, he's strong, but I've got big, strong hands. When realizes that, he plants his hands and does a push-up, lifting me up. Ram spins, toppling me off. He manages to roll on top of me, but I get my boot between us. I push on his body and slide back. Yep. I slide. He doesn't move. Either way, I'm safe.

I smoothly somersault backwards into a crouch then we both rise. Ram says, “Wearing down my back and neck won't work, Bat. I'll have you screaming long before they break.”

From outside the ring, Bird Boy taunts, “Maybe he'll just knock your fat ass out. Again.”

Ram growls and charges at me. Stupid to antagonize him, but I can't deal with that now. I get swept up in his muscles, but I manage to use momentum to spin us around. We crash into the corner hard with him taking all the impact. CLANG! I elbow him in the head then hip toss him out onto the mat. PLOP! I move in with another chinlock.

Outside the ring, my sidekick is getting into it, laughing and mocking Ram. I growl at him to be quiet and to my surprise, he obeys. Unfortunately, you can't let up your focus when facing a guy like Ram. Not at all. He whips his hands up. I lean back, but whatever mind space I used to admonish Bird Boy was too much. I'm a fraction too slow and he catches my head in his powerful paws.

Ram throws himself forward, flipping me over his shoulder onto my back between his legs. The villain gets his legs around my head and I'm the one moaning now. The leg scissors is crushing as he sits behind me, flexing his incredibly thick legs. The force has me seeing stars. I fight to hold on, but I know I need to get free immediately.

I throw all my weight to the left, managing to roll us onto our sides. I brace and push, managing to slip free as we shift. I shake out my head and fix my cowl. Ram is on me fast, clubbing the side of my head. WHACK! I topple to the side. Before I can do anything else, Ram has me by the cowl. He forces me up. I fire a fist into his abs, but it harmlessly bounces off.

The bodybuilder heel scoops me up across his body then slams me down with so much force that I bounce on impact. I roll onto my side only to get hard boots to my side and back. STOMP! STOMP! STOMP! Ram drags me up again then drives me back into the corner. CLANG! When he splashes his 230-lbs of muscle into me, I'm crushed.

Ram bends down then unleashes a vicious shoulder block. THUD! OOF! It drives my ass over the middle turnbuckle until it's almost at the ringpost. The massive muscleman backs up and I slide back into the ring. He drives his shoulder in again. THUD! OOF! And again. THUD! OOF! I feel my abs collapsing. He's setting me up for his spear, so I need to counter fast.

When he draws back for another shoulder block, I lift my knee up into his face. WHACK! It stuns him long enough for me to breathe then lock on a front facelock. I pull to the left then hard to the right to put him down with a swinging neckbreaker, but he's ready for it. Ram manages to drive me back into the corner with a spear before I can flip him. CLANG!

Ram wraps his arms around my waist and stands up. He lifts me over his shoulder. I start to kick to shake myself off, but he spins. I'm driven into the mat. WHAM! 230-lbs of brutal muscle landing on my abs knocks the wind out of me. Ram senses that I'm stunned. He grabs my leg and rolls me up into a pin.

ONE! Damn, he's so strong.

TWO! At least with the standing count, his weight wasn't on top of me.

THR - NO! I manage to throw my shoulder up.

Outside the ring, Bird Boy claps, shouting, “Shoulder up! SHOULDER UP!”

Ram drags me up. I'm still struggling, but I know I need to reverse this. I try to pull away, but the villain overpowers me. He scoops me up across his chest. I get another big body slam. BOOM! Once again, I bounce on impact. I see Ram leaping over me. Somehow, I fight through the pain and lift my knees over my abs. WHOMP! 230-lbs lands on my legs. They collapse into me, but hold. Ram takes the worst of it before bouncing off.

I roll away from Ram, to the ropes, creating space and time between us. I need both. I grab the ropes to rise. Without realizing it, I take my eyes off the bodybuilder heel for just a moment, but it's a moment too long. When I reach my feet, he's already up and charging at me. I can't do anything as he spears me in the abs. THUD! OOF! I collapse over him and we fall between the top and middle rope. WHOA! CRASH! We fall onto the thin mat on the floor, the impact stunning both of us.

As we recover, I feel strong hands grabbing under my armpits. How can he be up already? Ram is inhuman! Oh. No, he's not. I stare at the floor and see him still there. Bird Boy is lifting me to my feet and helping me around the ring to safety. I shake away from him, “STOP!” My sidekick looks confused. I tell him, “You're supposed to stay out of it!”

“I am! I didn't attack him. Which I totally could have. I mean, I could've destroyed him. But I didn't. For you.”

I sigh, “You pulled me away. I should be over there, seeing who recovers first. Instead, you've given me an advantage or cost me an opening. Either way, it's not our deal. Stand in my corner. Don't speak. Don't move. Don't interfere. Got it?”

“Yes, I got it.”

Bird Boy pouts as he pulls away from me. He starts to move back to my corner, but he's heading in the wrong direction. My ring sense warns me that Ram has circled back and is waiting for us. I warn my sidekick, “Not that way. Go this way.”

“I'm a man, not a child. I think I can find the way around the ring on my own. Oh, look, there's the corner, right over there. Duh. And you're getting forgetful in your old age, Bat. Ram’s over there.” He holds up his hands and shakes them, “Wouldn't want to interfere.”

Before I can say anything, my sidekick spins around the ringpost. He lets out a surprised cry as he walks right into a crouched, hiding Ram. The bodybuilder heel springs up, spearing the young muscle freak. Bird Boy comes flying backwards, wrapped up and helpless as he's driven onto the thin mat that covers the concrete floor. KABOOM! Oh fuck, that had to hurt.

I put my hands on my face and shake my head. Ram doesn't move towards me. Instead, he adds in a few hard ab punches. THUD! THUD! THUD! Bird Boy lies spread-eagle on the floor, coughing and quivering, but otherwise unmoving. I take a step to my ailing sidekick, but the villain grabs him by the hair and lifts him to a seated position. He wraps his arms around the muscle freak’s neck.

I stop, explaining, “Sorry, he's impetuous and still learning. He won't do anything again.”

“I know.” Ram’s arms tense. Bird Boy goes completely limp. The villain throws him down, flat on his back. He rises and dusts off his hands, “Get back in the ring, Bat.”

“I need to - “

“You need to get back in the ring, Bat.” STOMP! I pause as Ram gives the unconscious Bird Boy a boot to his abs. He viciously grinds the sole on the hard flesh then lifts his boot. He brings it down for another one. STOMP! And another. STOMP!

I hold up my hands, “Okay, okay. I'm going.”

I realize that any delay in getting back to our fight means more pain for the young muscle freak napping on the floor. Jae or one of the camera guys will have to make sure Bird Boy is okay. I quickly roll in and rise to my knees, staring the bodybuilder heel down. STOMP! Ram gives my sidekick one more boot then follows. Since I'm indirectly at fault here, I let the villain get all the way in without trying anything.

Back on our feet, in the ring, we circle again. I'm pissed. I took the fall pretty well. I bet I would've been first one standing. Stupid Bird Boy. Maybe it's a good thing he's unconscious.

Ram charges in for a lock up. I'm forced to meet his challenge. I shouldn't be thinking about my sidekick. What's done is done. Get with it, Bat. I shift and adjust to counter his strength. I duck and twist, getting him in an armbar. I kick up into his abs. THUD! The muscle monster barely grunts. With me on one foot, Ram is able to pull me forward and flip me over with an arm drag takedown. PLOP! I manage to roll with it, immediately getting to my feet.

As soon as I'm up, Ram is already moving in on me. Damn. He wanted me to jump up. I'm off-balance and can't dodge. I get swept up by a 230-lbs muscle battering ram. We splash into the corner with me taking the brunt of the collision. SPLAT! I sat in the corner as Ram squats down. He grabs by upper chest and inner thigh. Next thing I know, I'm going up into a gorilla press! My 200-lbs flies up over his head.

I stare down at the ring, trying to figure out a pain-free way to get down, but the bodybuilder heel already has his own answer. A very painful way down. I get dropped into a gutbuster over his leg. WHAM! OOF! I cough and gag on his leg then he pushes me off with a ton of force. I roll across the ring from the shove, holding my abs. I rise to hands and knees.

I see boots under my face. Before I can react, I get pulled into a standing head scissors. Those massive thighs close on my head again and I immediately feel myself go weak. The power crushing my head is overwhelming. It's all I can do not to pass out. I barely manage to plant one boot. Ram must get worried that I'll back body drop him, so he eases up. Phew.

Or not.

I feel his mighty arms wrap around my waist then lift me up. I hang against his mighty body in an upside down bearhug. The villain shakes me up and down. I feel like puking, especially after the killer gutbuster. I get treated like a rag doll, but I won't give. Ram runs us into the corner. SPLAT! My stomach hits on the top turnbuckle and my legs fly over the top rope.

Ram backs up and I roll off onto the canvas inside the ring. I hold my stomach with one hand as I use the other to pull myself up. I kick out, but only hit air. As soon as my foot lands again, Ram charges in for a spear. I know it's coming. I hear his heavy boots. I see him bent forward and moving in. However, knowing and doing something about it are different at this point.

My abs collapse as the massive villain slams into my stomach. KA-THUD! The spear bends me in half and takes all my strength. I lie on his back, unable to move. Ram rises then puts me into a front facelock. He flips me over with a suplex then covers me. The villain hooks my leg, securing his pin as I cough and writhe under him.

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

Ram releases the pin. I roll onto my side, coughing and wheezing. Damn that spear. I knew he'd try it and I still couldn't avoid it. Damn. Damn. Damn. As if reading my mind, the bodybuilder heel says, “No one escapes the Ram’s horns. Not even The Bat.” He plants his boot on my shoulder, “That's one. Just one more and you're all mine.”

Between Rounds

I roll out of the ring. I stretch out as I walk around to the sleeping Bird Boy. As I kneel down to check on him, Ram asks, “You sure you want to do that?”

“I'm sure. I need to check if he's okay. And I'm sure he's learned his lesson.” Laughter erupts from Ram, but also from Ryan, Pete and Jae. It echoes in the arena as I kneel down. They're right. I should leave him out of it, but I can't. I wake Bird Boy up. He sits up with a start then looks around. He rubs his head as I help him to his feet.

My sidekick asks, “Did we win?”

“Lost the first fall. We're on break.”

“You lost?”

“The first fall.”

“Did you give?”

“Pinned.”

Bird Boy frowns and nods, “No wonder. He's so fat. Probably grabbed your trunks, too. And used the ropes. And all because I wasn't in your corner motivating and helping you.”

“No, no, no. Wrong lesson. No helping. Don't. Interfere.”

Bird Boy looks up at the ring. He blurts out, “You! You dirty fucker! You couldn't handle me in a fair fight, so you had to sandbag me? You probably cheated to win that fall. It shouldn't count! You're a puffy coward who's just jealous of our greatness!”

Uh oh. Coward? Cheating? Those are fighting words to a guy like Ram. The angry villain leaps out of the ring, “I told you, Bat. You should've left him sleeping. I'll remedy that right now.”

I step in front of Bird Boy and put my hands on each of their chests to keep them apart. So solid. I turn to Ram, blocking Bird Boy. I say calmly, “C’mon. We've still got a couple of minutes of break. Can we please use it to quietly stretch and focus on The Bat versus Ram?”

The villain growls, but backs off. My sidekick starts to mouth off, “Yeah, walk away. You're just lucky that - " I elbow him in his red abs. THUD! It doesn't hurt him, but it shuts him up.

I turn back to him. Before he can say another word, I grab his hair and stare him in the eye. I ask if he wants to be sent to the back. He says no. I ask if he knows how to not talk. He nods. Can he quietly stand in the corner? He nods. I warn him that next time, I'll let Ram have him. He swears that he gets it. I tell him that I really hope so.

Ram and I walk back to the ring. The villain turns and stares down my sidekick. One more word out of Bird Boy and I probably won't be able to control the massive muscle heel.

Round Two

DING! DING!

I feel better after some water and yoga. Other than losing the first fall, the match is going like I thought it would. I needed to be faster with that neckbreaker. I need to stay out of the corners. I need to protect my midsection. Ram did exactly what he probably planned to do. I need to do the same. Stick to plan. Be smarter. Seize my opportunities. We move out for the lock up. It's a classic collar-and-elbow. Ram looks for a trick, but I just shift and push against his powerful muscles. Of course I lose the test of strength as he easily pushes me back to the corner. When we get close to the corner, I jump up, planting my feet on the middle turnbuckle. Ram pushes me back so I'm coiled like a spring. I kick out and it's enough to topple him onto his back. WHAM!

I slide up his smooth flesh until my bulge is over his face. I grab him behind the head and roll us over while wrapping my legs around his head. With me on my ass and him on his stomach, I lock my ankles and extend my legs. The leg scissors is tight. I push, bending his neck back as I crush his head. I don't have his power, but I'm still damn good at this.

Ram tries to pry my thighs apart, but he can't. He growls as he plants his hands on the mat. I see what's coming, so I start rolling my hips and legs from side to side. The shifting pressure on his neck distracts him from escape. At least for a moment. He fights to hold himself steady. I get the most I can out of the hold, but he's going to reverse it soon. I release it on my own.

I open my legs, but then slam them shut, boxing his ears. WHACK! It's surprising enough that he's stunned for the moment. I smoothly spin around to mount his back. I grab his legs, locking his ankles under my armpits. I squat up, lifting him into a Boston crab. Ram moans as his thick back is curved the wrong way. He pounds the mat in anger, growling as I lean back.

Ram fights to escape, but I use leverage to counter. When he pushes up with his mighty arms, I lean into it more. When he reaches up and back to grab me, I rise higher. When he tries to use his tree trunk legs to power free, I squat deeper, bending his legs to take his thighs out of the equation. It's a fierce cat-and-mouse game. I'm just trying to be the cat.

Once again, I can only counter him for so long. When I feel like his power is just too much, I release it on my own. Ram’s legs flop back onto the mat. As he starts to push up to hands and knees, I leap and spin around, barely clearing him, but I do. I come down with my ass onto his rising back. THUD! The villain crashes down, collapsing under me.

I waste no time grabbing under his arms. I use all my strength to pull Ram into a camel clutch. I bend him back and he moans. Actually moans. Yay. I pull on his chin. He's so thick, I can't pull him up too high, but it also means he's not that flexible. Unlike a bendy twink, these holds are really testing him. I crank back hard, encouraged by his reaction.

The bodybuilder heel grunts and groans, re-focusing on resisting. He flexes his shoulders and arms. I have to let go of his head and grab him on the inside of the elbows. As he tenses to throw his arms forward, I lean back and pull, keeping him in place. He fights hard, but Ram just doesn't have position. I hear him roar then his pump eases. I let go and grab him under the chin again.

Ram whimpers as I crank on the camel. I slide forward, drawing my arm around his neck. I'll go for a sleeper, hoping that'll either scare him into a submission or actually knock him out. Either way works for me. As I lean forward to apply the hold, the villain shows he's smart, too. He feels the easing and surprises me by suddenly and sharply throwing his arms forward. Before I can do anything, he's free. Damn.

As I shift to put in another hold, Ram pushes up and topples me off him. I fall to the side and he just throws his weight on top of me. CRASH! OOF! It's not a move, per se, but 230-lbs of muscle landing on you is going to work, no matter what. I feel the air leave me. As the villain rolls off me, he grabs my wrist. We rise together, him standing and me being dragged.

Ram whips me into the corner. CLANG! Exactly where I didn't want to be. I sag and he sees his opening. The massive muscle monster charges with another spear. Too bad for him, I'm playing a little possum. My sag was actually a squat. I'm able to leap up and use the top rope to smoothly sail over his back. CLANG! Ram sails under me, his momentum carrying him all the way to the ringpost where he hits hard on his head.

I slide over his butt then grab around his leg. I pull him back and out, rolling him into a pin. I spread my legs and push down as hard as I can. I count the pin.

ONE! Outside the ring, Bird Boy screams, “ONETWOTHREE!” I ignore his fast count.

TWO! My sidekick pounds the ring apron, “ONETWOTHREE! C’mon!”

Ram growls and kicks up, but I anticipate the move and counter. I manage to keep his shoulders down.

THREE!

I get thrown off, but it's too late. Ram and I look at Ryan behind the camera. He gives a thumbs up, signaling a legitimate three-count. The villain pounds the mat, “FUCK!” I rise and fall back into my corner. A fast fall where I dominated and took no punishment. Perfect.

Between Rounds

Just like that, we're all tied up. Just goes to you, for all the planning you do, sometimes it's just about recognizing an opportunity. I see Ram in his corner. Oh fuck. He's hot. Yes, he's sexy, but I mean angry hot. The way he's pacing and how tense his back and shoulders are, I've got to be ready for him to come out hard and fast.

From outside the ring, Bird Boy says, “Great job, Bat. That was like a ten-count! You got this. And remember, if he keeps cheating, I'm right here. That cheater won't be able to sandbag me twice.”

In the empty arena, voices echo. Ram hears the comment and storms over. I brace for impact, but he's focused on my sidekick, “Cheating? Again with that bullshit? What the fuck are you talking about?”

I try to diffuse things, not needing Ram to get more worked up. “Ignore him. He was a good boy this round. This is break. The match is between you and me. He's irrelevant.”

Ram turns to me, “No, I don't think so. He's really part of it now. No one calls me a cheater and he's done it more than once.” The heel points at Bird Boy, “Once I'm done here. It's you and me, boy.”

Bird Boy laughs, “Stick to smaller old guys, you bloated blob. You can't handle young muscle like this without a sneak attack.” He flexes his biceps, “This is what a real bodybuilder looks like. Did you ever have any definition or have you always looked like that? If you're gonna binge, you gotta purge.”

A shocked Ram growls, “You little bitch.”

“Hey, don't hate me because I'm the man you wish you could be. Not my fault you have no discipline.” My sidekick kisses his biceps, “After The Bat finishes crushing you, maybe I'll take a turn fucking your ass, too. I like a big and squishy bubble butt.”

My jaw drops and put my hand on my forehead. So much for my silent observer. He was doing so well. I say, “Bird Boy, shut up. You're not fucking anyone.”

Ram says, “Don't worry about it, Bat. It's a deal. I get fucked twice or I fuck both of you.” He grins, “Good luck.”

I glare at Bird Boy. This is all I need. Ram even more fired up to win. My oblivious sidekick looks up, “Make it quick, Bat. I can't wait to ‘ram’ that cheating d-bag.”

Round Three

We lock up almost right away. This time, Ram doesn't give me any chance to finesse or trick him. He just barrels me into the corner hard. CLANG! He gives me a series of rough pec chops. THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! I feel the sting off the blows and know my chest must be red. Ram comes in with a big knee lift. THUD! OOF! I bend forward from the impact.

Ram clubs me across the back, dropping me to one knee. WHOMP! I reach for his leg to trip him, but the muscle beast is too strong to topple easily. He clubs my back again. WHOMP! I get dragged up then pushed into the corner. The villain unleashes a flurry of fists into my softening midsection, setting me up for his signature body abuse.

As I hang there, Ram steps back then kicks up at my abs. I manage to grab his boot. 230-lbs on one foot is easier to handle. I spin him around so hard the villain does a 360 turn. When he comes around, I'm there with a hard elbow to his face. WHACK! I grab his mask and pull him into a front facelock. He grabs around my waist, but I pull down, driving his head into the canvas with a DDT! CRACK!

With the big beast down, I leap up, coming down with a big leg drop. THUD! He shakes and shudders from the impact, giving me an opening to try to end this fast. I roll on top of him for a pin. I lie across his chest, securing his arms. I slap the mat.

ONE!

TWO!

Out of instinct, Ram kicks out at two. He's still dazed, so I know I need to use this opportunity. Hard and fast attack. Hard and fast. I drag the muscle beast off the mat by his arm. I reach for his mask, looking to try another swinging neckbreaker, but the villain pulls free from my grip. He spins, coming around with a clothesline. WHOOSH! It would've taken my head off, except that I duck just in time.

When he stops, the bodybuilder heel’s back is to me. I grab him head and spin around so we're back to back. One second later, I'm dropping him with a classic neckbreaker. WHACK! I roll over on top of him, going for a quick pin. I hook his leg for added leverage.

ONE! So far, so good.

TWO! Ram is stunned.

NO!

The bodybuilder heel kicks out, pushing me off him. Okay, he's weakening, but not ready yet. I spin to my feet. As Ram rolls to rise, I come down with a double axehandle to his neck. WHACK! He drops, stunned again. I force him up by his mask and trunks. The silver spandex wedges up his ass, exposing the smooth muscle butt. Too bad that I don't have time to admire it. That can come later.

I pull Ram into a front facelock. I immediately whip us around, spinning the muscle beast with the swinging neckbreaker I've been trying to hit. WHAM! We crash onto the mat again. The villain rolls onto his side, holding his neck. I force him onto his back, going for another pin.

ONE!

TWO!

NO!

Again, he kicks out at two. Damn. I grab his wrist, dragging him to his feet. Ram pulls free from me, but he's clearly stunned. He falls into the ropes then comes out, trying to tackle me. He's slow and I'm able to dodge. When he turns, I give him a super-kick to the side of his head. CRACK! I'm surprised when he doesn't go down. Still, he's staggered, pretty much out of his feet.

Ordinary moves aren't working. I need to go bigger. I run behind Ram, smoothly leaping onto the top turnbuckle. I rise and balance as I measure him up for a top rope bulldog. I have to be fast, but also careful. When I've got him perfectly lined up, I squat down to leap.

Bird Boy slaps the apron, “You've got him now, Bat!” He yells at the wobbling Ram, “Top rope bulldog for the win!”

As I leap up, I realize Ram is bending forward. Thanks to Bird Boy, he anticipates my move and wisely ducks out of the way. I sail over him, managing to expertly land on my feet. Unfortunately, while I'm sticking my landing, the massive heel grabs me from behind in a reverse bearhug. Ram lifts me up then shakes me back and forth. I fly from side to side, losing my concentration.

I struggle to escape, but the villain’s power is on full display. My 200-lbs is nothing to him. When we finally stop, Ram squats us down then drives up, suplexing me over head. WHAM! I land on the back of my head on my shoulders. I'm stunned as Ram gets his second wind. He comes in with a huge flying elbow drop onto my chest. THUD! OOF!

Ram grabs me by the cowl and drags me up. I try to pull free, but he overpowers me into him. Our bodies collide. SPLAT! The impact works out better for him than me. I get scooped up then slammed down with his usual incredible force. BOOM! The bodybuilder heel drags me up then body slams me again. BOOM! He goes for it a third time, but I manage to pull free just before he can lift me.

I stumble back against the ropes, wobbly on my feet. As I hit the steel cables, they ricochet me right back into the ring and into a vicious clothesline. WHACK! WHAM! I land hand on my shoulders and the back of my neck. Ram is up in the air, coming down with a huge splash. SPLAT! His 230-lbs of muscle crushes me.

The villain grabs my cowl. As he rises, he rolls me and pulls me up to hands and knees. My head is pulled back between his thighs and they close for another standing head scissors. I moan as he flexes his legs. I feel the intense force and almost black out again. I can't stay here long and I can't trust that he'll just give it up, like last time.

I plant my boot. Ram must be flexing, because I hear Bird Boy insulting him. I use all my remaining strength to push up, flipping him over with a back body drop. WHAM! I fall back, driving my ass onto his thick chest. PLOP! It's not pretty, but it's all I could manage. The pinned powerhouse throws me off him before I can even say “ONE!”

I land to the side on my hands and knees. I rise as fast as I can, but not fast enough. I get speared in the back, driven front first into the corner. CLANG! Ram backs up and I fall onto my hip and hands. The muscle heel grabs my wrist and cowl, using them to drag me up. He whips me back into the corner. CLANG! I sag on the top turnbuckle as I get measured up.

Ram charges in. I summon my strength and leap up onto the top turnbuckle, legs spread open. Instead of sailing under me, the villain guesses right and rises. I can do nothing as his shoulder slams in between my legs. SQUISH! I feel intense pain shoot through my manhood and inner thighs from the impact. I fight to fall forward instead of back, whimpering in pain.

I land on Ram’s shoulders. He slides his hand under me, onto my ass. He pushes me forward into a fireman’s carry. He brings me to the middle of the ring then flips me over, slamming me onto the canvas. BOOM! I get dragged up then scooped up across his chest. Another body slam? Uh oh. Ram keeps lifting me until I'm hanging on his shoulder.

I kick my feet, but the villain slides me down his body. My face slides over his massive bulge, in between his thighs. I feel his powerful arms wrapped around my waist, squeezing firmly. I'm secured in place as he has me in the perfect position for a tombstone piledriver. In our last match, I used two piledrivers on him. I try moving my legs, but he drops down to his knees.

My head slams into the canvas. THWACK! My body goes limp and I lose focus. I'm conscious as he folds my arms over my chest. I can smell his manly musk as his pouch covers my face. I can't summon any strength as his 230-lbs presses down on my chest.

ONE! C’mon! He kicked out of a piledriver.

TWO! I can do this.

THREE! Damn, I couldn't do it.

Ram wins the match. I relax under him as he pushes off me. I can barely open my eyes as I watch him flex over me. He proudly says, “Yeah! Redemption, baby! That's what I'm talking about! I'm the man now! The Bat is mine! MINE!”

Getting Rammed

I blink up at the lights as full consciousness returns. Now, Bird Boy is kneeling over me. He says, “You lost. How come you didn't - “

As my sidekick questions me on match strategy, I slowly move my arms. Then my legs. I test my neck. Okay. And my brain. No concussion. Good. My whole body is aching, but no permanent damage. Phew. Damn. I knew I could lose, but I really didn't think I would. Now that I have, my energy level has dropped and it's making the pain much worse.

Bird Boy is still talking. “- if you had my muscles. Too bad you don't.” I lie on my back, eyes closed, waiting and recuperating for the stakes round. I don't have to wait long. I hear my muscle freak assistant tell Ram to back off.

I open my eyes, “No, Bird Boy, I lost. It's stakes. Shut up and accept it.”

My sidekick ignores me, “You're a dirty fucking cheater. That was a low blow! You don't deserve - " I see Ram’s hand fly in. It grabs Bird Boy around the throat. Bird Boy gets dragged away. I assume he's getting thrown out of the ring. I don't have the energy to turn my head and look. I'm sure I'll hear all about it from Jae and Xaq later on. Either way, it gives me a few more moments to relax before I face the music.

I hear heavy footsteps beside my head. I open my eyes. The villain is towering over to me. I look up his thick legs. Fuck, they're amazing. His silver bulge. Stacked and ready. It hides his iron abs, but I can see his sculpted pecs. And his masked face. He's smirking down at me. We lock eyes and I start to apologize for Bird Boy, but he puts his hand flat and I stop.

“Looks like it's my turn on top, Bat.”

I just nod, accepting that he won and signaling that I'll be as honorable and obedient for him as he was for me when I beat him. Ram puts his boot under my shoulder and lifts. I take the hint and roll over, smoothly turning into a kneeling position. I pull my shoulders back then raise my head, waiting for instructions. He grips my chin, forcing me to look him in the eye.

“I've waited a long time for this. Ever since we met, I've wanted to earn your ass.”

When Ram releases my face, I just stare at the big bulge in his silver trunks. I hear the muffled sounds of a struggle. The villain’s thick thighs block my view, but I can see two hands, one on either side of Ram, and the top and middle ropes moving together. It's easy to put two and two together. Huh. Bird Boy. Locked in the ropes. I resist the urge to lean and look, remaining focused on the task at hand.

Ram grabs the top of my cowl and pushes my head back so we're staring eye-to-eye again. He says, “Your boy isn't very well-trained.”

“Bird Boy is. A work-in-progress.”

“He cost you the match.”

I immediately reply, “No, he didn't. This time, you beat me. Fair and square.”

Ram nods, respecting my answer. “Yes, I did. We can worry about a tiebreaker match later. For now, I want to enjoy you. You're the man around here and now, you're mine.”

The victorious villain lets go of my head. He rubs the front of his packed silver trunks, getting his cock hard. It's slow and methodical as he looks down on me. He works himself, moving the silver fabric up and down, gripping the stiff shaft through the shiny spandex. As he works, I see his horn growing thicker and thicker. Damn.

When the villain is hard and his trunks are pulling away from his body from the force, he moves in. I wait until he orders me to lean in and smell him. I do. He commands that I taste it. I open my lips and extend my tongue, licking the moist spandex. He demands I suck it. Again, I follow instructions, showing him the respect he showed me when I beat him.

I use my mouth to pleasure him, doing my best to handle his big meat. I'd love to just grab it, but he hasn't given permission for me to use my hands. Still, I know what I'm doing. He moans and I taste pre-cum leaking through. Ram stops me. He finally lets me use my hands, but only to pull down his stretched shiny briefs.

I carefully pull them out then down off his smooth pelvis. I've seen his cock before, so I'm ready when the monster pops free. His horn is everything I remember. I show no reaction, though. I maintain my composure as I wedge them under his balls in front and mountainous ass in back. The thick member points right at me as he puts his hands on his hips.

Ram grabs my cowl and pulls me forward, impaling my mouth on his uncovered shaft. I go back to work, expertly guided by his strong hand on my cowl. I wobble as the punishment I've endured combines with the discomfort of being on my knees for so long. The villain grabs my head in a tight vice, using his power to steady me so I can finish my task.

I hear Ram moan again and taste his excitement. He pulls me off, roughly sending me flying backwards onto my ass. My knees are happy as I sit before him. He nods at me, “Good job, hero, honoring my cock. You've earned the next step.”

I immediately reply, “Thank you. I'm all yours.”

Ram grabs his trunks and slides them down and off as I wait. My own cock is painfully hard in the black spandex prison. He waves his hand and I'm allowed to remove my trunks. My cock stretches up my stomach, hovering over my flat midsection. The villain can't help but look, my superior length impressing him, just as his girth impressed (and scares) me.

With both of us down to masks and boots, I squat low, fingers on the canvas, letting him know that I'm ready to assume whatever position he demands of me. The heel ignores me, moving over to Bird Boy in the ropes. My tied-up sidekick sees Ram approaching and just stares at the thick beast’s cock. His own rod is tenting his green trunks. The muscle freak is pumped from struggling in the ropes.

Bird Boy can be submissive, but in a defiant way designed to egg on his dominator. I'm not surprised when he warns, “Stay back, cheater. I wasn't part of the deal!”

Ram whips his hand out and bitchslaps Bird Boy across the face. SMACK! The villain's thick muscles tense and turn red. Calling this guy a cheater is the exact wrong thing to say, even if your goal is a hard fuck. My sidekick shuts up, but his eyes issue a challenge. A red handprint marks his left cheek as Ram grabs his throat and squeezes.

Bird Boy gags in the choke, whimpering as he's held tight by the ropes. His cock is visibly tensing and releasing in his thin green trunks. My sidekick squirms and gags, but that's all he can do. When Ram lets go, the bound muscle freak coughs, his head hanging forward. He looks weak. Well, as weak as a guy can look with that body.

Ram kneels down then grabs the green trunks. He grabs the front and stretches it out. His powerful paws easily tear the fabric, crudely destroying the front of the gear. When he's done, the waistband is still there, the white lace still tied in a nice bow. The leg seams are still there, too. But the whole front panel is off, letting the sidekick’s cock and balls hang out. The heel grabs hold of Bird Boy’s hair then lifts his head.

The villain says, “You made yourself part of the deal. And I'm going to collect.”

Bird Boy is about to respond, but gets immediately gagged by the thick cock forced into his mouth. Ram face fucks him. It's rougher and harder than what he did to me, demonstrating his displeasure with my interfering assistant. My sidekick is gagging and choking, but his own rod is standing up and out as his mouth is ravaged.

When Ram pulls out. Bird Boy says, “You're lucky I'm tied up! Otherwise, I'd - “

The villain shoves the torn fabric into the muscle freak’s mouth. With Bird Boy gagged, Ram calmly taps his face and says, “Challenge accepted, punk. But first, let me finish up with your boss.”

Ram turns back to me. I'm down on one knee, waiting for instructions and quietly fingering my hole to loosen myself up. He smiles as he moves in. When he waves his hand, I roll onto my back, legs up. I put my hands behind my legs to keep them up and expose my hole. He nods at my immediate compliance. Hey, stakes are stakes. No point in doing anything else. Unless you're my idiot sidekick who just loves abuse.

With me in position, the muscle-heel grabs some lube and coats his fingers. He drops down then grabs behind my right knee and rolls me up more. I fight to hold position as he drizzles more lube onto my hole. Oh, it tingles. We lock eyes as he moves his coated right fingers to my hole. He continues my work, his thick digits sliding inside me. I moan, my mouth agape as he owns my ass. The intensity of his stare is almost hypnotic.

Ram tells me how he's waited for this moment since we met. How he knew one day, he'd earn the right to fuck The Bat. How now he's proven that he's one of the elite few who've ever beaten me fairly and won this prize. He's not wrong. Only Midnight, Bane and Riddle have beaten The Bat in a fair singles match.

My cock throbs as it hangs down, resting between my pecs. I try to ignore it, but it's impossible as this mighty muscle god describes what owning my ass means to him. I know I can't touch my cock, even as it cries out for attention. It's leaking onto my chest as he spreads my hole open more than it's ever been stretched. I can only whimper as I'm prepped for his monster cock.

Ram slides his fingers out. I feel his head on my hole. When he slowly presses it in, I gasp and cry out. He holds it there then goes deeper. I relax my whole body, taking him. It's not easy, but as I adjust, it feels so good. Oh my god. It feels so good. AAHHHH! He starts pumping and I'm gasping for air. He takes his time, which I appreciate, making the most of this moment.

We continue to stare at each other. I know why he put me in this position. So, he could look down on me and I'd have to look up at him. Oh fuck. Ram is in all the way and building up steam. I moan, encouraging him without saying a word. I wouldn't want him to think I'm trying to give orders so I keep my loud cries as primal as possible with the odd ‘FUCK’ thrown in.

Ram pounds my ass relentlessly, slamming in deep inside me. His beautiful muscles are tense and tight. His mouth is hanging open and he's growling and grunting as he takes me. I'm getting used to it when he pulls out. The condom comes flying off and without even touching his cock, he blasts his load on my ass. Ropes of cum line the smooth white flesh as he marks his conquest. When the initial explosion is finished, he pushes my hands from my hamstrings and forces me onto my side before my cum-lined butt can touch the mat.

I lie there, adjusting to the empty feeling. Ram circles around then grabs my head. He forces me up to hands and knees then impales my mouth. I taste the last drops of his load as I polish his softening cock. Amazingly, it expands again as I work. I dare to lift one hand and grab the base of his cock. The villain allows me to take some control as I seize his manhood.

Ram grabs my head to steady me as I balance on one hand. He slowly pumps his hips as I suck on him. I use my hand to squeeze and jerk him while I focus on the head. When I slide my fingers to his balls, I hear him gasp. I pleasure the winner, giving him another reward as I work him rock hard and leaking again. His gasps tell me he's getting close to a second orgasm.

The villain squeezes my cowl as I bring him to climax. I drain him of a second load, swallowing every drop. He's the one crying out now. His screams fill the arena as I keep going until he's soft. Ram pulls out then uses his grip on my head to pull me to my feet. We lock eyes for a moment, the intensity still high. He reaches between us and grips my throbbing cock.

Ram pulls me to my trapped sidekick. He stands beside me then grabs Bird Boy’s hair. The villain guides my cock into the muscle freak’s mouth. He moves behind me, his arms reaching around to hold Bird Boy’s head. I feel his thick muscular body press into my back. He drives me forward until my sidekick is gagging on my cock.

The villain dry humps me, forcing me to face fuck the muscle freak. Luckily, this isn't the first time the bound Bird Boy has taken a massive cock. Mine. Riddle’s. And some of his private guys have trained him how to handle it. He's able to adapt and it feels great. The powerful Ram controls me as I'm forced to pound my helpless trainee’s face.

After all that's happened, it doesn't take long. I moan a warning, but Ram doesn't let me pull out. He forces me to shoot in Bird Boy’s mouth. My seed erupts from my cock. The trapped hunk can't handle the volume, my hot white seed leaking from the sides. Still, he does a good job, taking most of it. I finally soften up, allowing the muscle freak to catch up and swallow the final drops.

Ram releases Bird Boy’s head then pulls me back. He casually tosses me onto the canvas. SPLAT! I lie on my back in the middle of the ring, spent and aching. Ram puts his boot on my chest and flexes over me. He reaches down and grabs my hand, pulling me back up to my feet. I wobble then steady up

Ram says, “Your boy needs to learn to honor his word.”

I nod, “Can't argue that. If you can believe it, he was worse. Like I said. Work. In. Progress.”

Ram shakes his head at the thought that there was a worse version of Bird Boy. I step to the side, confirming I won't stand in his way. Not that I probably could at this point. But Ram is right on everything. Bird Boy needs whatever lesson he's going to get.

The villain unhooks the ropes then pushes Bird Boy through the ropes. He plummets onto the floor below, landing on his side. SPLAT! Ram hops out as my sidekick rises to one knee. The young muscleman looks at me, questioning what's going on. I tell him, “You should've done what I told you to do.” The muscle freak’s eyes go wide as he realizes this isn't over.

As Ram closes in, Bird Boy senses it. He rises then lashes out with a fist to the thick six-pack. THUD! ARGH! My sidekick lets out a pained cry as he shakes out his hand. Even at his best, he couldn't hurt Ram with a fist to the abs. After being bound the ropes, his arms simply have no strength in them at all. From behind, the villain suddenly racks his 200-lbs of muscle. Bird Boy cries out as he hangs on the broad shoulders. I walk up to the ropes, looking down on him.

I shrug, “Consider this training. When it's over, I expect you to tell me what you learned.”

Bird Boy moans in the hold, especially as Ram bounces up and down. He ignores me, addressing the massive monster punishing him instead. “ARGH! Let me down, you big fat cheater!”

Ram growls and works the hold harder. The trapped muscleman curses, but quickly submits, begging to be freed. The villain drops him onto the concrete floor. PLOP! The young muscle freak writhes on his stomach, rubbing his back. The mighty heel reaches under his armpits then pulls Bird Boy up, right into a full nelson. Ram shakes his prey back and forth.

After being trapped in the ropes, I'm sure the younger muscleman’s shoulders are sore, so this move must really be hurting him. Certainly his high-pitched whines and cries suggest that. Bird Boy’s shoulders collapse under the force as his chin is buried between his pecs. I've taught him counters, but he's not using any of them. Sigh.

Bird Boy goes weak, dropping to his knees. He hangs in the hold, whimpering a meek submission as he's close to going out. Ram honors the submission, tossing the 200-lbs of limp bodybuilder to the side. SPLAT! He looks down, “You owe me stakes, boy.” He grabs my sidekick by the hair then drags him up. He hoists Bird Boy’s limp carcass over his shoulder.

Ram walks to the curtain, effortlessly carrying my helpless sidekick. Ryan follows with the camera to record the lesson the massive heel is going to provide. Bird Boy can benefit from some tough love. Meanwhile, Pete gets some shots of me standing in the ring. I'm exhausted and disappointed. I grab my discarded gear and head to my locker room as he zooms in on my aching, amazing ass.

In the Locker Room

“How're you feeling, Cody?”

My boyfriend starts massaging my shoulders as I sit naked on the bench. I've already showered, but the hot water didn't help as much as his strong hands. I lay my socks beside me and lean forward, giving him complete access. I moan, encouraging him to continue.

I finally reply, “I'm sore, but it's not too bad. Not like last time when I beat Ram. Remember? Even though I won, I was sore for days.” I suddenly gasp as he hits the perfect spot, “Oh, Jae, that feels incredible.”

Jae leans down and kisses neck then goes back to work. He tells me, “I'm impressed. You could've won. If not for - “

I interrupt, “I know what you're going to say. Xaq made a mistake. He's young. His heart was in the right place. And there's no guarantee I would've won. I just wouldn't have lost right then. In that way. No, I made mistakes and I can't against a guy like Ram. He's too strong and solid. This one isn't on Bird Boy. It's on me. Ram just kicked my ass. This time.”

Before Jae can tell me I'm an idiot, a naked Xaq walks in. My sidekick has his head high and shoulders back, but he's walking a little awkwardly. Ram obviously gave him a nice hard fuck in the other locker room. He walks around to stand in front of me. I stare at his sticky manhood for a moment as I smell the residue of his cum. I rise to look him in the eye.

I ask my boyfriend, “Jae, could you excuse us for a second?”

“What?”

“Please?”

Jae looks at Xaq and points at him threateningly, “I'll be right outside the door.”

Jae doesn't want to leave me alone.

When we're alone, Xaq says, “I can't believe you let that big moron do all that to me. You nearly choked me to death with your cock.”

“Don't be dramatic. We both know you can handle it.”

“And then you let him carry me out like I was trash or something. You didn't even try to help me. Just lectured me on that as training. You took his side. We're supposed to be a team.”

I stare him down, “We are a team. But we're not equals. I'm the boss. You need to listen to me. When you don't, there will be consequences.”

“Consequences? Ram carried me over his shoulder all the way into his locker room. He threw me on the mat in there then stomped on my body until I begged him to stop. He picked me up and reverse bearhugged me then threw me face first into the concrete wall. When I bounced off, he gave me a shoulder block and drove me back into the wall.

“I almost passed out from the impact. He stepped back then splashed all his weight on top of me. If I wasn't so impossibly tough, I would've been crushed between the wall and him. He stepped back and pounded my abs. Over and over. I took like a hundred punches! Just as I was about to turn things around, he pulled me into a bearhug, shaking the shit out of me.”

“Ouch.”

“Ram’s bearhug isn't as tough as mine, no one’s is, but I'll admit that it's still rough. He threw me down then the asshole kicked me onto my stomach. He reached down and tore the back of my trunks off, just like he tore the front. I was left in the waistband and seams. I started to complain, so he shoved the back of my trunks into my mouth, gagging me again.”

“Okay.”

“Wait, it gets worse. Ram put on a condom then climbed on top of me. He put his hand on the back of my head. He pushed down so hard, I'm still feeling it. Just as I feel that huge fucking head against my hole, I realize Ryan's in there. He must've followed us. He's filming me getting beat up and zooming in while I get ruthlessly pounded like a little bitch.”

“Makes sense.”

“EXCEPT I’M NOT A LITTLE BITCH!” I glare at him and the door opens as Jae peeks in. Xaq lowers his voice. “I'm sorry for yelling. But Ram’s cock is so huge! I felt like my ass was being ripped apart. I bit down on the gag so hard to avoid screaming. It wasn't even a fun fuck like with you. He just pounded me. Harder. Faster. Just driving that cock in and out like a piston, calling me a loser and a punk, telling me I need to learn about respect from you. His weight was fucking crushing me. I was grunting with every freaking thrust and he didn't care. He just kept going. Tearing my ass up while he held me down.”

I nod, “Uh huh. So, you must've been pretty happy.”

“Happy? Are you hearing me? Ram used me! Pounding and pounding that thick rod deeper and deeper. Relentlessly riding me. Because he unloaded twice with you, he lasted fucking forever. Yeah, my muscles are rock-hard, but I felt his 230-lbs crushing me as he kept ramming his fucking beer can cock. I couldn't move. I couldn't do anything. It was savage, like he was an animal. I just had to lie there and take it.”

“And why did he do this?”

“Isn't it obvious? He was so jealous of my body and skill that he was punishing me for being better than him. He can't lay off the donuts, so he takes it out on me!”

I roll my eyes. I ask, “Did you cum first?”

“What kind of question is that?” I raise an eyebrow and he sighs, “Yeah, whatever. I shot a load underneath me. I mean, I couldn't help but be turned on by how hot I must've looked. My muscles are so tight and my muscular ass was sticking up. Fuck, no wonder he wanted me so bad. Finally getting to fuck someone young and ripped was probably a dream come true for him.”

I scowl at the implied insult.

“What?” I just shake my head. He continues, “Anyway, he knew I shot my load. He knew it, but Ram just kept savagely breeding me. It took forever then he shot inside me. I could feel the heat of his seed through the latex. When he pulled out, he grabbed my hair, told me I was a bitch and if I ever see him again, I better drop to my knees and show him some respect. He even ordered me to clean up the mats.”

I just wait, not saying a word.

Xaq throws his hands up, “Oh, and when I rolled over, I looked up and there's stupid Ryan with his stupid camera, zooming in on my cum-covered abs. I get it, they're amazing, but it's the last thing I wanted to see. Ryan even filmed me on my hands and knees, cleaning up my cum in my torn-up trunks. If he didn't own part of this place, I would've kicked his ass and erased the footage.”

I smirk at the thought of Xaq trying to kick the ass of my huge, muscular and skilled best friend and business partner. I almost wish he had, except Ryan might've seriously hurt him. My buddy does have a dark side. I ask, “So what did you learn today?”

“Learn? I got fucked for helping you - “

“No.”

“I was only trying to - “

I interrupt, “NO. No excuses.”

“But, I had to help you. He was cheating - “

“No. The truth.”

“He's just lucky that - “

“No. Truth.”

“But, Cody, he couldn't beat you fair and - “

“No. I don't want to hear it. What did you learn?”

Xaq pouts, “It’s the truth! It's a fact that he - ”

“No.”

Xaq sighs and pouts, “Okay.”

My sidekick lashes out with a surprise punch to my abs. Too bad for him, it's not a surprise. I see his fist close, muscles tense and arm draw back. When he fires out, I simply turn as I grab his wrist. The fist barely grazes my six-pack while his shock and momentum sends him turning. It's easy enough for me to twist his wrist and lift it halfway up his back. And just like that, he's locked in a hammerlock. ARGH!

Xaq grunts as I control him. He swears for me to let go, but instead I grab his other wrist when he reaches back. I bend it and get him in a double hammerlock. I have my sidekick on his toes whimpering when I hear the door open and Jae walks back in, having heard the start of a struggle. With me in control, he stays back, letting it play out.

I force Xaq to the mats that are here for stretching, but seem to see a ton of wrestling. I step on the back of his right knee, dropping him down. He's trying to power out of my arm hold, but I have leverage. I let the hammerlock go then push him face down onto the mat. SPLAT! As he tries to rise, I drive my foot down on his back. STOMP! OOF!

I put my shin on the back of his neck to hold him down then grab his right wrist again. I force it up so it's pointing at the ceiling. I twist and force it forward until he's crying out. Xaq whines about his shoulder as I grab his fingers and force his hand back. He whimpers, telling me that it's not a fair hold. Yeah? I brutally bend his fingers. He taps, so I ease up, but don't let go.

I tell him, “Now, let’s have a talk.”

“Get off me!”

“Make me.”

Xaq tries power then finally tries to use the counters I taught him. Too bad for him that I know how to counter the counters. But it's progress to see him using what I taught him. I keep his arm trapped with one hand then spank his bare ass with the other. SMACK! That gets his attention. I do it again. SMACK! The muscle freak whimpers, his submissive side activated.

“Now, what do you have to say to me?”

The muscle freak finally admits, “I'm sorry!”

“Why?”

“I just got caught up in - " I spank his ass and force his arm forward even more. SMACK! He blurts out, “OW! I'm sorry! I'm sorry!”

“Why?”

“For disobeying you. I promised that I'd just watch quietly and stay out of it, but I didn't. AH! It hurts! Please, let me go! Please! I'll do better next time! I swear!”

“And so you learned?”

Xaq whimpers, “I learned I should listen to you! Obey you! OW! C’mon! It huuurrrrts!”

“Do you even want to be Bird Boy?”

The trapped muscle freak mutters a soft, “Yes, sir.”

“Louder. Loud enough for my old man ears, son.”

“YES, SIR! I WANT TO BE BIRD BOY!”

“Better.”

I let go of his arm then grab him by the hair. I drag him up, locking him in a standing side headlock. I lead him to the door, open it then force him to the ring area. Ryan and Pete are there, checking the footage. I hip toss Xaq onto the floor in front of them. My submissive sidekick’s cock is rock hard. The two giants look down at the naked muscleman lying on the concrete floor then look at me.

Ryan. My best friend.

Ryan's obnoxious friend Pete.

I tell them, “By way of apology, Xaq wants to give me some alone time with my man. He's offered to clean up the ring area for Jae before he leaves. Didn't you, Xaq?”

The muscle freak climbs to his knees. He bows his head and replies, “Yes, sir.”

I tousle his hair, “Good boy. Ryan will give you directions. Although I'm sure you know how to get it spotless, like no one was ever here.” Xaq’s eyes flash. He's expertly cleaned the ring after many private wrestling sessions that we're not supposed to know about. He relaxes when I add, “The pros will be in training tonight, so we leave no trace of Cave. Spotless. Okay?”

Xaq sighs, “Yes, sir.”

“Good boy. Okay, Ry, I'll be at home if you need me.”

Pete snarks, “Why would he need you? He's got me.”

I ignore it, too tired to deal with Pete's childish crap. As usual, I'll be the mature one. I hug Ryan goodbye, leaving my naked sidekick to his janitorial duties. With Ryan at 6’4”/250-lbs of pure muscle and Pete at 6’3”/300-lbs of pure bitch, I'm not worried about Xaq trying something. At least, not successfully. Of course, he might go for it, just to get taken down, but I'm guessing he's been used and abused enough for one day. If not, the big men will have some fun, too.

When I enter the locker room, Jae is waiting. He's packed up my stuff. I smile and he helps me get dressed. As we walk to the car, he can't hold it in any longer. He starts to tell me that he tried to warn me, but I stop him. I tell him that everything is going along exactly as I expected. Yes, Xaq’s a challenging project, but he's worth it. Jae looks skeptical, but lets it go for now.

I let Jae drive. We ride in silence, but I rest my hand on his leg, letting him know how much I love him. When we get home, my muscles are tightening up. By the time I'm upstairs, Jae has to help me strip. I collapse onto our king-size bed. My boyfriend gently mounts me and resumes the massage. I tell him that I love him. I hear him say that he loves me before I succumb to sleep.

The End