The Cave Undercard 21: Moneymaker vs. PoleStar

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The Cave Ring Area

“So, this is where you get your ass kicked by all these California prettyboys, eh? Shit Mac, you know that you're embarrassing Canada, right?” Rocky turns to me, “No offense, eh? I'm not talking aboot you. I know you're tough, Bat.”

I smile, “Call me Cody. And no offense taken.”

Me. Cody aka The Bat.
Co-owner of The Cave.

Rocky reaches out and pats my solid pec, giving it a test squeeze, “Fuckin’ A, Bat. You're even better in person, man.” He turns back to his buddy to keep riding him, “I mean, what the fuck, dude? You got soft since you moved south?”

Mac grabs the front of his shorts and shakes his bulge at his buddy, “Fuck off, dude. Step in the ring and I'll show you who's soft.”

Mac aka Guardian. One of our regulars.

“You're not really threatening me with that pencil dick?” Rocky opens his shorts and out flops a massive piece of meat. He waves his impressively larger cock at Mac, “This is what a man looks like, bro. Remember how I made you cry? Fuck, the way you screamed, I thought I was killing you, not just fucking your skinny ass.”

Mac tries to respond, but I bet he wishes he hadn't gone there. Mac’s cock isn't a pencil dick, but Rocky is huge, even now when he's soft. He knows he easily wins the battle of the dicks, taunting his friend for even starting them on the topic. The hung hunk drops his shorts all the way and steps out of them, obviously proud of his swinging manhood. Eventually they get back to looking around, but Rocky stays naked below the waist as a visual reminder of who's top dog in their friendship.

Rocky. Friend of Mac's.

I stay out of it as they slide into The Cave ring. Yes, my name’s Cody aka The Bat. I'm co-owner with my best friend Ryan. The Cave is a gay-oriented, superhero-themed wrestling video company. Mac is a hot Canadian stud who wrestles for us as the hero, Guardian. His friend Rocky is visiting from somewhere a couple of hours outside of … I want to say, Calgary? I don't remember exactly where, but it's some place in the mountains.

As they look around, I check out the visiting stud. Rocky is a handsome guy with a decent body and bleached blond hair. He's got a small-town swagger to him, rugged and unpolished. Definitely not California, but that's cool. I like his down-to-earth vibe. As I understand it, Mac and Rocky were college rivals and buddies. They're hot together, but Mac swears they've only ever fucked once and that was when they were drunk. He didn't mention that he cried, but if he was bottoming for Rocky, I can see it.

Apparently, Rocky is a big fan of The Cave. Mac told me that his buddy wants to wrestle for us while he's here, which works for me. I'm amazed as Rocky’s motor mouth is still going. He really rides Mac, who takes it in stride. If Ryan taunted me like Rocky is relentlessly mocking Mac, I'd be pissed, but Mac warned me that this is what they do. He said the pranks are even worse than the trash talk. It's just who they are.

Anyway, I'm definitely open to hiring the visiting stud. Like Mac, he's tall and trim. Rocky is 6’1”/180-lbs, a good size for us. And fans will love it when he's stripped down. Damn, I wonder just how big it gets? Soft, we're about equal, which not many guys can say. When he's hard, he could be bigger. Still, it's his wrestling skills that I'm more interested in. Before he can enter our ring as a paid performer, he needs to prove himself.

As we all move into the ring, I'm not really worried. Mac says his friend is good and I believe him. The blond stud is a ranger-type for one of the resorts up there, so he's very outdoorsy and physical. And obviously very comfortable being nude, which is important since he wants a full stakes match. Apparently, he fucks a lot of hikers every year and is even a bit of a legendary tourist attraction for young gay bottoms. Ride Rocky in the Rockies or something like that.

For testing, I make Rocky wear trunks then the three of us run through some moves. The two of them never stop trash talking. I ignore it, happy to confirm that Rocky really is good in the ring. After an hour of sweaty action, I tell him, “Great job, Rocky. Consider yourself hired. Now I just have to see who I can get. You're 180, so I'll find someone your size, maybe a little smaller, since you'll be a rookie and Mac says you're a top.”

The handsome blond says, “No, thanks. Mac and me talked. I'm thinking bigger and badder, eh? That's who I want. None of the lightweights or jobbers Mac loses to. Give me a fucking man. Gimme like Bane, Mr. Riddle or my favorite, Moneymaker and his twinky valet.”

Moneymaker. Rocky's favorite.

I laugh, but I see he's serious. I caution, “Maybe not on your first time out.”

Rocky says, “C’mon, man. I face down bears for a living, right? I want a fucking challenge.”

I resist, but Mac encourages his friend to go for it. They effectively tag team me, so I give in. Moneymaker is a villain for The Cave, one of our baddest. He's 6’2”/220-lbs, muscular and strong, plus he has a lightweight helper at ringside who has been known to tilt the odds with some well-timed interference. It's tough even for experienced guys. Oh well.

I reach out, but Moneymaker is cautious, wary of an unseen rookie. He just had a surprisingly tough fight against a guy who was always a total jobber. I think it spooked him a little. The big bad heel likes the odds in his favor, which is why he has his henchman, Valet. He won't commit, which disappoints Rocky. I shrug and tell him I'll figure someone out.

Valet. Moneymaker's boy
and helpful henchman.

Rocky and I chat for a while. He's cool when Mac isn't around. The endless verbal abuse is tiring, but one-on-one, I like him. Half an hour after I called him, Moneymaker calls me back to confirm that he's in against Rocky. The bodybuilder sounds like his usual confident self, so I guess he just needed time to think it over. Of course, Valet will be joining him.

I share the good news just as Mac rejoins us. They high-five and Mac promises to be at ringside to help his buddy out. Smart. And so, the match is all set.

Intros

In the locker room, Mac is dressed in his Guardian gear. He'll be accompanying his rookie friend to the ring as a counterbalance to the devious twink henchman, Valet. It's the right strategy. The lean Canadian looks hot in a small red face mask, Canada flag trunks and red pro boots. At 6’2”/180-lbs, a skilled wrestler like Guardian is more than capable of handling Valet.

Guardian. Ready to protect his buddy.

Like his buddy, Rocky wants a Canadian hero persona. Too small for Sasquatch and too tall and smooth for Wolverine, we settle on the character Northstar, a gay married member of Alpha Flight and the X-Men. He's handsome, fast and arrogant, just like Rocky. Mac suggested the synonym PoleStar, because of his buddy’s big dick. Rocky loves it, so that's who he is.

PoleStar looks great in skimpy black trunks with a white star pattern in front. He adds a white domino mask and white pro boots that will pop against the black back drop surrounding the ring. I do a final check, impressed by what I see. Even Mac compliments his buddy. The two Canadian bros hug then we head to the curtain where I function as show-runner.

PoleStar.

As soon as Ryan and Pete are ready with cameras, I send PoleStar out. The rookie hero bursts through the black curtain, showing speed and energy as he races to the ring. He shoots under the bottom rope, sliding all the way to the middle of the large pro ring. PoleStar rises to his knees, adjusts his semi-hard cock in his trunks and flexes before springing to his feet to stretch.

Nice. And with those packed trunks, I think we'll have a lot of PoleStar fans. When they get enough footage, Ryan signals me. I send out Moneymaker, but as usual, Valet goes first. The big man smiles at me, “You're gonna like this one, Cody.”

I smirk, “I like all your matches. Whether it's the one where I beat you or the one where Bird Boy left you laid out before I dragged him to the back. Even the one where you struggled against Ace. They're all great.”

Moneymaker growls at me for reminding him of those matches then heads through the curtain.

Round One

When I get settled in the shadows with my boyfriend Jae, the two studs are circling the ring. PoleStar is bouncing while Moneymaker is pacing, staring down the leaner stud. He's smirking, supremely confident in his massive muscles and experience. I wonder about that experience advantage, though. While he's been wrestling for a long time, he's still fairly new as a singles wrestler. As helpful as Valet can often be, the odds will be even in this match. And the hero is pretty damn good.

The two men move in simultaneously, finally locking up. PoleStar tries to pull Moneymaker down. He did the same move on me where he pulls down then spins to get you in an armbar. Must be his go-to starting move. It's pretty good. Whoa. Moneymaker actually blocks it, turning it into a standing side headlock. Wow, good guess on the villain’s part.

The heel cranks on the headlock. Fans underestimate this hold, especially when applied by a powerhouse like Moneymaker. When he squeezes your head in his arm and against his side, you feel it throughout your body. PoleStar moans, but I see him sneaking his long arm up between the villain’s legs for a ball claw. Another move he used on me, going low to escape a headlock.

PoleStar lowers his arm then fires it up, but Moneymaker must sense it coming. He suddenly steps forward, roughly pulling the lanky Canadian along with him. The hero’s forearm hits harmlessly on the inner thigh as he's dragged forward. Moneymaker laughs about how much smarter he is, continuing to squeeze his smaller opponent’s head.

As the villain gloats, he lets his guard down. The trapped hero pushes himself free, sliding out the back. As he does, he forces Moneymaker into a hammerlock, lifting the thick arm high up his back. The heel grunts, rising onto his toes, gold bulge sticking out. They do half a lap before the big bodybuilder is able to power out, forcing his arm down.

Instead of following up, Moneymaker starts to say something. Too bad for him, because he leaves himself wide open for PoleStar to grab him from behind in a sleeper. URK! The malevolent muscleman struggles, but the hero has it locked on tight. I see the hero working to get it just right - a perfect rear naked choke works in seconds - but Moneymaker fights to block that from happening.

Moneymaker actually starts to fade in the hold, his legs looking a little wobbly. Oh shit, he could lose this fast? Come on, PoleStar! Make my day! Just as I think that, the bad boy bodybuilder uses his power to drive backwards, carrying the lanky hero with him. They head to corner, the villain planning to use his 220-lbs of muscle to crush his opponent like a bug.

As they close in, PoleStar manages to release the sleeper and slide to the side just in time, leaving the hurtling heel to slam himself into the turnbuckles. CLANG! Moneymaker sits on the middle turnbuckle. He shakes out his head, still a little stunned from the choke, leaving himself wide open to a series of rapid fire kicks to the abs. THUD! THUD! THUD! The big man is rock solid, but even he feels those shots.

Moneymaker bends forward from the kicks, leaving himself wide open for PoleStar to slam his forearm into the side of the heel's head. CRACK! The villain spins, holding onto the top rope to avoid actually going down. The cocky Canadian gives the broad back a double axe handle. THUD! The big muscleman grunts, still recovering.

The bodybuilder’s gold-covered butt is sticking out and PoleStar can't resist. He grabs the waistband then pulls up. The trunks wedge up between Moneymaker’s cheeks. He cries out as his manhood is crushed in front. The hero spanks the smooth ass, checking out the goods. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! He squeezes the meaty left cheek, stating his approval.

Moneymaker swings his arm back to push PoleStar away, but instead the Cave rookie grabs it. He locks on an armbar, like he wanted to earlier. He drags Moneymaker from the ropes into the middle of the ring. He twists on the armbar, really cranking on it. To ease the pressure, the villain is forced to bend forward. He receives another series of kicks to his chiseled midsection. THUD! THUD! THUD! These make an impact as Moneymaker’s muscle wall begins to crack.

The villain yanks his arm free, the momentum sending him flying against the ropes. He shakes out his arm as PoleStar mocks him by flexing. Moneymaker growls, but looks determined. He just nods with new appreciation of the leaner stud. His rock-hard abs are red and maybe not so rock hard. The two men lock eyes as they circle the ring.

As they move in, PoleStar goes low, ducking Moneymaker’s charge. He grabs a leg then lifts, toppling the big man down. I smile, because I suggested that. He said he never does that, his ego preferring a man-to-man collar-and-elbow, but here he is, getting the upper hand with a little trickery. I'm so proud.

PoleStar unleashes boots on the bad boy bodybuilder, targeting his stomach. STOMP! STOMP! STOMP! Moneymaker grunts as he takes the shots, defiantly flexing his abs. The hero again surprises the heel when he switches, hitting shoulder and bicep. STOMP! STOMP! STOMP! In response, the villain rolls to safety, out of reach. He smoothly spins up to his knees.

The hero thrusts his package out as he brings his hands down on either side of his prominent bulge. He says, “Get used to being on your knees, muscle bitch!”

Moneymaker growls. He opens his mouth to respond, but stops as PoleStar pulls down the front of his trunks and shakes his cock at the villain. The big hunk of meat flops up and down as the leaner stud laughs, “Wait until it's hard, baby. It'll tear. You. Up.” The hero turns towards Valet, “And your little dog, too.” The twink henchman’s eyes go wide at the thought.

The villain rises quickly, looking furious. PoleStar tucks himself back in, a task made harder as he's gotten semi-hard thanks to the heel-humiliating display.

The hero meets Moneymaker’s charge with a classic collar-and-elbow, but immediately gets driven back into the corner. Yeah, the big bodybuilder is pissed. As a ranger, PoleStar talked about facing down bears, but an angry muscle monster like Moneymaker is just as damn dangerous and more determined. I hope the blond stud is ready.

Moneymaker unloads with a bunch of body shots. POW! THUD! POW! He treats the lanky Canadian like a punching bag, savagely attacking the lean torso. THUD! POW! THUD! The hulking heel scoops the overwhelmed hero up across his chest, carrying him around the ring. The villain circles, letting the trapped stud think about what's about to happen.

That turns out to be a mistake. PoleStar suddenly kicks wildly while flailing his arms. He surprises the muscle heel, destabilizing him. The hero actually gets free, his feet landing back on the mat. With a smooth spin, the clever Canadian spins and trips Moneymaker down to the mat, face first. SPLAT!

The lighter stud puts his knee on the broad shoulder and lifts the arm up and back. He cranks on the hold, wrenching the thick shoulder. Moneymaker grunts and pounds the mat with his fist, frustrated at the hero’s dominance. PoleStar says, “Turn that into a tap and we can get to the good part. My cock up your awesome ass.” He reaches one hand back and spanks the exposed muscle butt for emphasis. SMACK!

Moneymaker blurts out, “Fuck you!”

“Fuck me? Nah don't think so.” PoleStar laughs as he suddenly twists the arm and powers it into a hammerlock. He slides on top of the face down heel, pushing up on the arm. When his bulge is against ass, the hero dry humps his opponent, “Yeah, take it you musclebound bitch.” He thrusts his big bulge against the heaving ass with more authority, eliciting a moan from the trapped bodybuilder.

Moneymaker takes the humiliating humping for a moment, but his pride kicks in. He roars and powers out of the hammerlock, immediately rolling out of the ring into Valet’s waiting arms. PoleStar rises and flexes, “Come on back, baby. Don't you want some of this?” He pulls down his trunks again, waving his big cock at the villain again.

The heel growls as Valet fixes his trunks in back, “You had your fun. Now I'm gonna crush you.”

PoleStar shoots a finger at the villain, swinging his hips so his dick whips around in a circle. The hero is having fun, but he knows he hasn't won yet. He tucks the big cock inside his trunks. They can barely hold it, but the cocky Canadian still grabs hold and strokes his shaft to make it bigger. Moneymaker slaps the apron angrily then climbs up to ropes outside the ring.

Moneymaker grabs with his bad arm, stumbling slightly as he gets to one knee on the apron. The hero sees the weakness and moves in only to get a shoulder block to his abs through the ropes. THUD! OOF! The villain was playing possum and it worked. He reaches between the top and middle rope, grabs a handful of blond hair then pulls PoleStar to the floor below. CRASH!

Valet stomps the fallen hero as Moneymaker hops down. PoleStar rolls away, sliding up to one knee then standing as Guardian moves around to defend his buddy. The two Canadians are a formidable pair as they staredown the villains. PoleStar says, “Let’s go, big man. It's a fair fight. What are you waiting for?”

Moneymaker smiles, “I'm waiting for this.”

From behind PoleStar, Guardian suddenly kicks him in the back. WHACK! The boot sends the unprepared hero flying into a perfectly timed clothesline from Moneymaker that nearly takes his head off. WHOMP! PoleStar’s feet fly up and he lands hard on the back of his head and shoulders. He writhes on the floor as Moneymaker and Guardian high-five. SLAP!

Guardian gives his buddy his boot as he lies there, trying to recover from the surprise betrayal. STOMP! STOMP! STOMP! He drags his friend up by his bleach blond hair then pushes him into the ring apron. WHACK! A boot into the abs bends PoleStar forward into a front facelock which turns into a fast and devastating swinging neckbreaker.

The helpless hero lies at ringside as Guardian and the villains laugh. The bodybuilder heel says, “Finish him off.” The traitorous Canadian pulls PoleStar up into a chinlock. No, it's a sleeper. He whispers to his buddy, which the cameras will catch, but I cannot. It's clearly mocking and humiliating, based on the laughter from Moneymaker and Valet.

Guardian releases his former friend, letting him collapse to the floor on his back. The conquering Canadian rises then plants his boot on the unmoving hero’s chest. He smiles, “Stay down, buddy.” Like PoleStar has a choice. Moneymaker and Valet move in, but Guardian holds up his hand. He says, “Nuh uh. Gimme my money.”

Moneymaker snaps his fingers and Valet pulls out some rolled up bills from his trunks. The villain hands them over, “Here you go. And it's real money. American money.”

The traitorous Canadian tucks it inside his trunks then moves off, “He's all yours.”

As Guardian moves to leave, Moneymaker grabs his arm, “Stay. I want you to here for this.”

Valet moves in and caresses Guardian’s lean, smooth body. The traitor looks at the cute twink then down at his moaning friend aimlessly writhing on the mat as he struggles to wake up. I see Guardian adjust his bulge, which is tenting big time. The tattooed Canadian hunk smiles, “My pleasure.”

Moneymaker starts in with boots that ravage the nearly unconscious hero. STOMP! STOMP! STOMP! Guardian and Valet join in, just ruining PoleStar. The Canadian hero curls into a ball, just trying to weather the storm. He can't. When they back off, he's not moving. The muscle heel nods then orders Guardian and Valet to pick the suffering stud up.

The two helpers do as they're told, each taking an arm. Moneymaker slaps the sleepy stud awake. SMACK! PoleStar struggles, but he's still too weak. The bad boy bodybuilder bends down then grabs the lanky Canadian by his throat and bulge. With ease, he gorilla presses the helpless hero into the air, parading him around as his henchmen clap and laugh.

Moneymaker moves to the ring then throws PoleStar back into the ring. He rolls to the middle, stopping on his stomach. The hero tries to rise, but can't get past his propping himself up on his elbows before he collapses again. The muscle heel grabs Guardian and Valet, kissing each of them before sliding back into the ring. Valet resumes his fondling and caressing as the traitor enjoys the spoils of victory.

The villain moves in on PoleStar. He forces him onto his back then goes for the pin. ONE! 220-lbs of muscle easily holds down the lighter stud. TWO! The barely conscious Canadian tries to react, but other than his feet shifting, he can do nothing. THR - NO! True to his nature, Moneymaker pulls the helpless hero up, lifting his shoulders off the mat.

Guardian laughs and claps. He is smiling, clearly enjoying the hero's humiliation. Valet reaches into new ally’s flag trunks and seizes his now rock hard cock. Guardian basks in the attention. The two henchmen kiss as their boss drags up the powerless PoleStar.

Moneymaker scoops PoleStar up across his chest. This time, there's no kicking or resistance. With a big turn, the muscle heel body slams the hero down to the mat. BOOM! The lanky stud rolls onto his side, whimpering. He’s still only half-aware, completely unable to do anything beyond involuntary reactions. Another scoop leads to another, even bigger body slam. KA-BOOM!

The muscle heel flexes, “I could put you down any time I want, boy. Any. Time. I. Want.”

PoleStar’s legs kick out weakly, not even coming close to hitting the pumped bodybuilder. It’s sad, because PoleStar was doing great. The worst part is how proud Guardian looks. He’s hard as a rock as Valet’s hands and lips move around his smooth body. Meanwhile, in the ring, the villain grabs hold of the hero’s pro boots then locks them under his arms.

I think Moneymaker’s going for a crab, but I’m wrong. The muscle heel leans back and starts spinning, dragging the hero’s limp, long body around with him in an airplane spin. The villain whirls around in a circle, while his helpless opponent flies around by his legs. After a dozen rotations, the bodybuilder brute lets go, sending the hero crashing onto the mat then skidding to the corner.

Guardian and Valet move in on the quivering hero as he rests on the bottom turnbuckle. For no reason other than humiliation, they each grab an arm and pull it back over the bottom rope. PoleStar wasn’t going anywhere, but now he really isn’t going anywhere. Moneymaker flexes then makes a production of measuring up the helpless hero.

Moneymaker moves in with a huge boot to PoleStar’s lean torso. STOMP! He keeps going, wrecking the formerly cocky Canadian. STOMP! STOMP! STOMP! The hero’s chest and abs are red with boot prints, his head hanging back as he moans in pain. The two helpers release his arms so Moneymaker can drag him back to the middle of the ring.

The muscle heel plants his boot on the packed bulge of the destroyed stud, pressing down on the massive manhood. It’s symbolic of pure dominance. PoleStar loves to show off his junk, but it’s clear who owns it now. The villain flexes his biceps as he counts.

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

The muscle heel lifts his boot then dusts his hands. He looks down at the wrecked rookie, “And that’s just round one, boy. You never should’ve challenged me.”

Between Rounds

It's a longer than normal break, because it takes forever for PoleStar to get back to his corner. Eventually the villain drags him there. My boyfriend Jae brings him some water and helps wake him up. As soon as he opens his eyes to see Jae, PoleStar says, “Whoa. Hey, baby. Who the hell are you?”

”I'm Jae aka SuperStar. I'm just here to make sure you're okay to keep going.”

“Oh, a doctor, eh?” Jae just smiles as he helps the hurting hunk to his feet, making sure he can stand. PoleStar grabs Jae's wrist and pulls Jae's hand onto his chest. “How's my heart, Doc?” My boyfriend laughs. The hero slowly leads the hand down his abs to his bulge, “What do you think, Doc? Am I good to go?”

Yeah, the hero is feeling okay as he grips Jae’s pec while pulling Jae's hand along his long shaft. He tells my guy that he is “fucking incredible.” Jae just nods, telling him to focus on the match. The cocky Canadian reaches around and grabs Jae’s ass. He growls as he squeezes it in the thin athletic shorts, “SuperStar, eh? Damn, I'm facing the wrong guy.” It is an amazing ass. “What are you doing later?”

“Hanging out with my boyfriend.”

PoleStar smirks, “Forget him. Whoever he is, he ain't got what I got.”

Jae laughs, “Oh yeah, he does.”

“Impossible. Better take a closer look.” He lets Jae go then pulls down his trunks, let his monster loose. After making Jae rub it, the cock is hard and huge.

My guy just smiles then grabs PoleStar’s shoulder, “Focus on the match. Good luck. I'm cheering for you.”

The hero's eyes follow Jae out of the ring. As Jae rejoins me, I smirk, “You've got a fan.” He smiles, clearly happy about the attention. As time winds down, we tease each other about PoleStar’s flirting. We're both hoping for a miracle and as usual, struggling to resist the urge to even the odds in someone else’s Moneymaker match. Sorry, PoleStar, but The Bat and SuperStar are staying in the shadows.

As time winds down, I ring the bell, fingers crossed.

DING! DING! DING!

Round Two

The guys come out of their corners. PoleStar looks more determined. His body has a few marks on it, but it was the sleeper that really did him in. Physically he should be pretty much good to go, according to Jae. Meanwhile Moneymaker is looking confident with Guardian and Valet behind him. The bodybuilder looks pumped and perfect as he struts forward.

As move in for a lockup, Moneymaker suddenly just charges in with a shoulder block. It levels the lanky Canadian. WHOMP! WHAM! The hero lands hard on his back then receives a series of big boots to his abs. STOMP! STOMP! STOMP! PoleStar takes the hits then rolls to the ropes, quickly rising to his feet as Moneymaker flexes.

The muscle heel says, “Did you really think you could win against ME?”

“Still do.”

PoleStar charges in. The villain sees it coming, throwing a wicked clothesline. The hero is ready for the counter. He ducks, passing under the swinging arm then stopping short behind Moneymaker. The hero drives his boot into the back of the big bodybuilder's leg, dropping him down to one knee. He dives in, wrapping his arm around the villain's neck, slapping on a chinlock.

Moneymaker moans. He reaches back, but is too musclebound to grab anything. The hero cranks on it, obviously looking to wear the big man down. Easier said than done. The bad boy bodybuilder simply throws his 220-lbs of muscle to the right, flipping them both over onto their backs. PoleStar is crushed under the weight and loses the chinlock.

The villain bounces his big body on the lanky Canadian, making him feel every ounce of muscle pressing down on him. It drives the air from PoleStar, allowing the villain to grab his arm. As Moneymaker rolls off the hero, he pins the arm down then delivers three knee drops to the bicep. POW! POW! POW! PoleStar manages to pull his arm free and roll away.

Both men rise fast. Moneymaker just barrels forward with a big shoulder block that sends the hero flying back to the corner. CLANG! Using his big body as a battering ram, the villain again just charges in. The lanky Canadian tries to move to the left, but Guardian grabs the back of PoleStar's trunks while Valet grabs an ankle. WHAT?

With Moneymaker charging in, the leaner stud can only brace for impact, unable to pull free or get a leg up in time. SPLAT! PoleStar is crushed in the corner. The 220-lbs of muscle squash his lean body. The henchmen let go and the heel steps back. PoleStar can barely keep standing, holding the ropes and leaning back against the turnbuckles for support.

Moneymaker drives his boot into the ailing hero's stomach. THUD! OOF! As PoleStar bends forward, the villain grabs hold of the blond hair and drags him out into a front facelock. He grabs the side of the trunks then lifts, holding his 180-lbs opponent straight up. The blood rushes to the hero's head as he's suspended like he weighs nothing.

The villain finally falls back, suplexing the helpless hunk down hard. KABOOM! PoleStar immediately sits up, his face etched with pain as he holds his back. Moneymaker rolls over then grabs more blond hair. As the muscle heel drags the hurting hunk up, the hero fires a fist into the rock-hard abs. It bounces off and the Canadian gets eye raked for his attempt.

With the hero momentarily blinded, Moneymaker pulls him up into a bearhug. ARGH! The big man squeezes hard, crushing the lean body with his powerful muscles. PoleStar can only suffer as he blinks rapidly to get his vision back. The hero realizes he can't break the grip as he pushes on the rock-hard shoulders, chest and arms.

PoleStar reaches for his own eye rake, but Guardian warns his new ally. Moneymaker violently shakes the hero, ending his ability to counter. The lanky Canadian goes limp in the clutch, his lean body falling back as his long arms whip around with every throw. The squeeze and shake has quickly sapped the energy out of the helpless hero.

Moneymaker throws PoleStar to the mat with disdain. The hero collapses in a heap, moaning in pain. After pausing to flex in domination, the bodybuilder heel steps in. He drags the hero up by his hair and trunks then whips him into the corner. The hero flies between the top and middle turnbuckle, slamming all the way back into the ringpost shoulder first. CLANG!

The heel moves in confidently. Guardian points at the hero's boot and mouths something. Sure enough, his knowledge of his friend comes in handy. PoleStar tries a surprise donkey kick, but Moneymaker grabs the boot then roughly drags the 180-lbs wrestler out of the corner. The villain tugs on the leg hard, pulling the hero backwards right into a reverse bearhug.

Once again, PoleStar is quickly suffering as his lean midsection is crushed by Moneymaker’s mighty muscles. The hero throws his elbow back, but it's too low and the heel is able to twist. The shot bounces off the thick shoulder muscle. The villain doesn't give the lanky Canadian a second chance. He squats then throws PoleStar up and back with a belly to back suplex. WHAM! The hero lands on his shoulders, the impact stunning him.

Moneymaker rolls over and slides in, lifting PoleStar's legs and folding him into a small package. The villain puts all his weight and power into it, pinning the stunned stud. Guardian is there to count the pin. The smile on his face at his friend’s possible defeat is rough. He really has it in for him.

SLAP! ONE! The lanky Canadian grunts, but can't break free.

SLAP! TWO! I can tell PoleStar’s trying to shove Moneymaker off, but can he do it?

Guardian pauses with his hand in the air, holding everyone in suspense. Moneymaker breaks the pin by reaching behind PoleStar’s head and lifting him off mat. The powerhouse uses his grip to lift the lighter weight stud up two feet off the mat. He doesn't hold him, instead immediately driving the hero down onto his shoulders, putting his 220-lbs of muscle into it. WHOMP! When the bodybuilder backs up, the lean wrestler looks out of it.

Moneymaker slides forward and taps the hero’s face, “Don't think it's going to be that easy. You punks need to learn that you don't mess with the Moneymaker.”

The muscle heel grabs a handful of hair and forces PoleStar up. Jae and I exchange a look as we worry about the helpless hero. After his humiliating match against Ace, it looks like Moneymaker is going to use PoleStar as redemption. Outside the ring, Guardian is applauding, enjoying seeing his buddy face more abuse.

The powerful villain scoops PoleStar up then body slams him down. WHAM! He immediately drags the aching hero up for another. He says, “C’mon, where's your fancy counter now?” An even bigger slam. BOOM! Moneymaker flexes, “You can't counter this!” The heel bounces his pecs then drags PoleStar up, slamming him a third time. BOOM! The hero lies there, writhing on the mat.

Moneymaker grabs PoleStar by the hair and wrist. He forces him to his feet then grabs his throat. Almost immediately, the muscleman is lifting the hero up then driving him back down with a one-handed choke slam. WHAM! The lanky Canadian moans and writhes as the heel rises to one knee and strikes a double bicep flex.

The bad boy bodybuilder grabs hold of the blond hair again then drags the lean stud up. PoleStar offers no resistance. He can barely stand and I'm sure he's just going on instinct. That's a ton of power moves that would destroy anyone. All Jae and I can do is watch as the villain grabs hold of shoulder and inner thigh. Moneymaker easily lifts his prey into another gorilla press.

PoleStar rises up high above the ring, suspended by the incredible power of his dominator. Of course, I now know that this isn't about one cocky Canadian. No, Moneymaker wants everyone to see what he can do. He holds the hero aloft for over 30 seconds before he tosses him forward. The helpless hunk plummets to the canvas, landing hard. SPLAT! He bounces twice before lying on his front, barely moving.

Moneymaker surprises me by moving to the corner. He hops up to the second rope then leaps off. The villain comes down with a splash onto the hero, squashing him under his 220-lbs of muscle. SPLAT! PoleStar’s head and feet rise then he collapses again. The muscle heel rolls the blond wrestler over onto his back, putting his shin on his chest.

Guardian takes pleasure in counting the pin. ONE! Moneymaker runs his hand over his own muscular torso, checking out his pump. TWO! The villain adjusts his growing bulge then slides off PoleStar, breaking the count. He grabs a handful of blond hair then drags the wrecked rookie up into a standing head scissors.

Moneymaker reaches forward and grabs PoleStar around the waist. Oh shit. He lifts the helpless hero up and I know what's coming. No, no, no. Damnit, yes. The villain falls back with a piledriver. CRACK! When the muscleman lets go, PoleStar collapses into a quivering heap. His body twitches and convulses, but he's unconscious.

Guardian and Valet applaud. The villain rises and moves to the ropes on the far end of the ring. There are large mirrors on that wall and Moneymaker can't help but check himself out. He flexes and bounces his pecs. Ryan is on the floor filming the show from in front. The heel looks right at his camera and points back at the unmoving PoleStar.

“Don't fuck with me or you'll end up like that! I can do anything I want to that bitch.” Moneymaker shifts his finger to point at the camera, “And I can do anything I want to you!”

Moneymaker backs up and flexes. He moves to the stirring PoleStar then grabs his hair again. He forces him into another standing head scissors. Not again. The villain grabs around the waist and lifts. I hold my breath as he delivers another piledriver to the rookie hero. The devastated hunk lies spreadeagle, legs open and completely destroyed.

The villain puts one finger on his chest as Guardian slaps the mat.

ONE!

TWO!

A long pause then THREE!

I let out a sigh of relief that it's finally over. Moneymaker takes the pin then rises up. Valet slides in with a backpack. He pulls out a towel then lovingly pats down his boss as he flexes from his dominating victory.

Was It Worth It?

Moneymaker poses with his boot on PoleStar’s chest. He flexes after a thoroughly dominant win. Of course, it was aided by Valet and the traitorous Guardian, but a win is a win in The Cave. Speaking of the traitor, he's also joined the big heel in the ring. Guardian claps for the villain, congratulating him. The heel moves off the unconscious loser.

Valet tosses the towel aside and moves to PoleStar. He unlaces the boots, peeling them off. Next come the trunks. He manages to work them off the unconscious hunk. I notice he can't resist checking out the oversized manhood. Even soft it's amazing. His boss is hung, but not like that. And as I learned, when it grows, Mr. Riddle is the only one comparable in The Cave.

The twink henchman grabs hold of the massive meat and jerks it. Moneymaker says, “Get him big. I want everyone to see how useless his cock is.” Valet happily obeys, using his hand and mouth to stimulate the unconscious hunk. The cock grows to its mammoth maximum then Valet attaches a leather cock ring with gold snaps to keep it that way.

With his buddy stripped down to his mask and the cruel cock ring, Guardian extends a hand to the winner. The bodybuilder heel just stares at outstretched hand, “I see some henchman etiquette lessons are needed. But first -“ Moneymaker snaps his fingers, “- you need to look the part.”

Valet reaches into the backpack. He pulls out gold shoes, dropping them on the canvas. Next, he reveals a small gold g-string then a gold mask. The duplicitous Canadian just looks, somewhat amused, but also defiant. He replies, “You got it wrong, man. I'm no henchman, eh? This was a one-time partnership.”

Moneymaker moves in closer. Guardian braces, adopting more of a fighting stance. The villain simply smiles, “You took my money. You work for me, boy.”

Unseen by Guardian, the sneaky Valet has slipped behind him. Before he can reply to Moneymaker, the smaller henchman drops to a knee then throws his arm up between the legs. SQUISH! The unprepared Canadian’s eyes go wide as his balls are crunched. He can do nothing as Moneymaker grabs him around the throat in a choke. URK!

Moneymaker powers the lanky Guardian up high in a choke lift. He squeezes hard, draining the energy from his temporary ally. From behind, Valet slaps the strangled stud’s ass as the consciousness is drained from him. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! The powerful villain throws Guardian into the corner. CLANG! The coughing Canadian sags with his ass on the middle turnbuckle, his arms over the top ropes.

The bodybuilder heel moves in as Valet pulls handcuffs out of the bag. Moneymaker grabs Guardian by the throat, pushing his head up and back. His henchman locks up one wrist then pulls the handcuffs under the bolt that connects the middle turnbuckle to the ringpost. He locks on the cuffs and Guardian is trapped. Moneymaker releases his grip and stands back.

Valet moves in. He peels off the helpless hunk’s boots. Guardian struggles, but the young twink grabs his balls and squeezes. Moneymaker laughs, “Don't even think about kicking Valet. It won't turn out well for you.” The Canadian stud calms down, understanding the situation. He allows the stripping of his hero identity to continue.

With the boots gone, next up are the red and white flag trunks. Moneymaker reminds Valet about the money, but the twink reaches into his own gold trunks and pulls out the wad of cash. He says, “I took it back almost right away, sir. He didn't even notice.” Oh shit. I remember Valet reaching in and fondling Guardian. Now I get why. What a little scammer.

The bodybuilder nods his approval at his boy’s resourcefulness. So much for Guardian’s payday. Now he wasn't even rewarded for his help. The bound stud can only watch as Valet steals his trunks like he stole his money and boots. I wonder if he still thinks whatever revenge he got was worth it?

Valet slides on the tiny gold g-string. He stuffs Mac’s junk into the pouch and works the thin straps over his hips and between his cheeks. The gold shoes slide on then the twink henchman rises. He puts some glue on the gold mask as Moneymaker orders, “Look at me, new boy.” Guardian obeys, looking at the villain. While he does, Valet tears off his red mask then puts the gold replacement version on him.

Moneymaker moves in, surveying the new Gold Guardian. He runs his hands over the lean body then nods. He lifts Gold Guardian’s legs over the middle ropes, spreading the handcuffed hunk out wide and really trapping him. Valet pulls out a can of gold spray paint. The villain says, “My boys wear my symbol, not their own.” With that, his twink henchman sprays a gold dollar sign over the lion tattoo on Guardian’s pec. A smile as the big heel nods, “It's a start.”

Gold Guardian?

Moneymaker grabs Valet and kisses him. He says, “You're my number one boy. Do whatever you want with number two here. I've got more important things to do.”

The twink henchman nods gleefully at having his own plaything. He rubs his hands together and moves in on the bound Canadian. Moneymaker turns to a waking Polestar. His trunks are tenting as he looks at the defeated stud who is gorgeous all naked and rock hard. The hero wanted a stakes match. Well, now we'll see how much he likes it.

Stakes

Moneymaker squats down then taps the hero's cheek. SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! PoleStar wakes up, muttering, “Fuck” as he realizes what's happened. The villain grabs a handful of blond hair then drags the crushed Canadian up to his knees.

The villain forces PoleStar to suck on his gold spandex bulge. The hero starts to get into it as he comes to more and more. When Moneymaker pushes him off, the front of the trunks lining the hard cock is wet. At the villain’s command, the loser peels down the gold trunks, revealing the muscular ass, beautiful cut cock and low hanging balls.

PoleStar just nods when the villain's dick pops out. After the trunks are off, Moneymaker steps back. He says, “Look down at your cock. You're real big, aren't you?” PoleStar smirks and nods. The winner puts his boot under the shaft. He taps the bottom of the hero's oversized manhood with the toe of his gold pro boot. “Yeah, that dick’s real big. And now it's mine, you fucking punk.”

The hero's shoulder slump slightly. Moneymaker laughs, “Yeah, that thing’s as useless as you are. I own you and I own it.” The villain turns around then grabs PoleStar's hair. He pulls the kneeling blond forward, forcing his face into his ass. The bodybuilder says, “Yeah, lick my ass, bitch. The ass you're never gonna get. That big dick’s going nowhere near my ass.”

Moneymaker pushes PoleStar back then turns back around. He forces the hero's face forward, getting him to suck his cock. The villain savors the blowjob. He holds the blond hair as a sign of his dominance, tensing his ass as he drives his cock in deep. The kneeling stud is a slut, so he knows how to handle a man. The hero expertly moves his head, lips and hands.

PoleStar's back is to Valet and Gold Guardian, meaning the heel gets to watch his boys play. Valet is up on the second ropes, straddling wide due to Gold Guardian’s pinned legs. He has his trunks down and is face fucking Moneymaker’s new number two henchman. The traitor’s small gold thong is stretched out from his body and I see a wet spot. Looks like someone is getting into it.

Speaking of getting into it, Moneymaker is pushing PoleStar off his cock, not wanting to cum. He orders the hero onto his back over by the ropes. As the lanky Canadian rolls backwards and turns, he sees his traitorous friend’s situation - bound in gold gear, painted and being face fucked by Valet. PoleStar lets out a loud laugh before he feels Moneymaker grabbing his legs and looks back at the winner.

Moneymaker has his cock sheathed as he folds PoleStar up. The lean and tall hero is flexible, making it easy to force his knees to his head and lock his ankles under the bottom rope. The villain leans into it, holding the middle rope for support. He guides his cock into then pounds the loser, pumping in and out. The muscleman gets into rhythm, savoring this stakes.

As Moneymaker pushes down, PoleStar's cock stretches down to his face. The villain calls over Valet then orders him out of the ring. Through the ropes, the eager assistant grabs the hero's cock and at his boss’s urging, guides it to his mouth. The helpless hero is so big and bendy that his cock reaches his mouth. Valet lifts his head with his other hand, getting PoleStar to suck his own cock head.

With every pump, PoleStar's cock slides in and out. Moneymaker pounds harder, ravaging the tight hero hole. As a top, the lanky Canadian whimpers from the hard fuck, but he holds it together, his moans muffled by his own thick cock head. Valet squeezes the thick cock and pumps it as he controls the cock, making sure it stays in place.

“Make him cum, Valet. Make this punk shoot down his own throat.”

The twink assistant happily gets to work. He grabs some lube out of the bag, coating his hand then the long shaft. He unsnaps the cock ring then moves his hand back to pump. He turns his hand as he jerks it, squeezing hard, guessing that a guy like PoleStar likes it hard and rough. He's right and it doesn't take long before the trapped hero is convulsing.

PoleStar shudders and lets out a loud, muffled moan. Cum leaks out of his mouth as he explodes, unable to swallow his own massive load. Moneymaker slides out then unhooks the ankles, letting the hero rolls flat, his lubed cock still throbbing and leaking out hot white seed. The villain unsheathes his cock then he quickly explodes all over the still huge junk of the loser.

Moneymaker coats the hero's cock with his cum, owning the oversized organ as it finally softens. When the villain is drained, he rises then moves over to Gold Guardian who watched the whole thing from his forced perch in the corner. The muscle heel has Valet unlock the traitor’s wrists then lets him fall into the ring. SPLAT!

The villain forces his new number two onto hands and knees. He forces his cock into Gold Guardian’s mouth to clean it while Valet covers his own cock. The twink henchman comes in behind, pulls down the gold thong then breeds the secondary slave. Impaled by both Moneymaker and Valet, Gold Guardian can only moan and take his punishment. He gets no sympathy from me. He betrayed PoleStar, so I figure he deserves this humiliation and more.

Valet is quick to cum, sliding out then rising as he strips off the condom. He shoots his load on Gold Guardian's back, lining it with henchman seed and cementing their pecking order. The traitor is clearly on the bottom rung of this new team. When Valet is done, he and Moneymaker order Gold Guardian to clean up the mess then strut to the back.

In the Back

I pay Moneymaker, having a conversation about what's next moving forward. It actually goes well. Of course, he's extremely happy with how things went, so why wouldn't it? Getting him on a post-match high and framing future action in financial terms makes dealing with him a fairly easy and pleasant experience. Moneymaker and Valet throw on shorts and head out without even showering. There's no mention of Gold Guardian's role or if this was a one-time thing. I guess that's a question for Mac.

Since this was our last match for the day, I lock the door behind them then head towards the other locker room. Before I can enter, Ryan and Pete pass by. They're heading out, saying that Jae is finishing clean up in the ring area. Ryan's buddy Pete has done the administrative tasks of paying Rocky and Mac, plus getting signatures that they're feeling okay. I tell them Jae and I will close up once the Canadians are gone.

I slide into the locker room to check on the losers. Pete checked on their physical well-being. I'm more interested as a friend in seeing what's going on and making sure Mac and Rocky are okay with each other personally. I wasn't sure which locker room Mac would go to and am somewhat surprised he chose the hero's. Things must be tense after that brutal betrayal.

When I walk in, I don't see them, but I hear the shower running. I poke my head in and see Rocky lovingly loofahing the paint off Mac’s tattoo. Huh. Once the gold dollar sign is removed, Mac and Rocky start making out. Okay, I guess they're not mad. They're in a tender embrace under the hot spray of water. As they kiss, they're caressing each other’s bodies. Mac kisses Rocky’s neck while Rocky reaches down to squeeze his buddy’s ass.

Mac kneels down then starts working the monster cock. Rocky watches as his buddy services him. The kneeling stud is using his mouth and hand, doing a damn good job with that large piece of meat. Of course, Mac has worked my dick, so I guess I've trained him how to handle monster cocks. Rocky just savors the moment, lovingly running his hand over Mac’s head.

Rocky asks, “You sure about this buddy?”

Mac pulls off, looks up and assures him, “Yeah, man. Cody and Josh have opened me up and I know how to take it now. Gimme this big cock. I've trained hoping you'd fuck me again, so do it. Breed me, buddy.”

The kneeling stud rises and turns, bracing his hands on the tile wall and presenting his ass to his buddy. Rocky runs his finger down the smooth back to Mac’s crack. He forces a finger inside the tight hole, gently working it. Mac moans encouragement, so Rocky goes harder, adding a second finger to really open his buddy up.

Now it's Rocky who's kneeling down. He puts his face between the supple butt cheeks then move his tongue to the smooth hole. He eats Mac out, which the bottoming stud loves. Mac brings a hand back and grips behind Rocky’s head. He pushes his face in harder, telling him how great it feels. Rocky jerks his cock while he's down there, keeping himself rock hard.

Looks like foreplay is over as Rocky rises and grabs a condom from the soap shelf. He sheathes his cock then moves in behind. The bleached blond top grips Mac’s hips as he slowly and gently slides inside. Mac groans loudly, but relaxes and takes it. He encourages Rocky to keep going as he adjusts to the massive meat penetrating his tight hole.

Once they're set, Rocky unleashes his sexual fury, driving in and out, harder and faster. Mac’s pleasure moans echo in the shower room as his ass is ravaged by his buddy’s monster cock. Rocky pounds Mac as he caresses the smooth back. He gets into dom mode, ordering his friend to take it. Mac begs encouraging signs, obviously loving his friend’s dick.

Rocky fucks Mac long and hard. He finally slides out and strips off the condom. Mac spins around and drops to his knees. He grabs the cock with his hand and mouth, finishing Rocky off by swallowing the massive load. He can't handle it all, but does a great job. As he kneels there, I see him working his own cock.

When Rocky pulls out, his cock softening, but still huge, Mac starts working his cock more seriously. He's obviously got a load building, too. Rocky surprises both of us by offering his ass. Mac accepts, covering his throbbing shaft as his buddy assumes the position. At Rocky’s urging, the new top does less prep, getting to the main event faster.

Mac slides his way inside then fucks his friend. He's a damn good top, too. Rocky is just as verbal on the bottom and it inspires Mac to piston in and out even harder. He doesn't last long, the steam of the moment far greater than the steam of the shower room. When he pulls out, Rocky returns the favor, kneeling and swallowing his buddy’s load.

With both studs drained. They kiss then grab the soap. They lovingly lather each other up, talking about how hot it all was. I wonder if Rocky was actually in on this until he says, “I can't believe you fucking set me up like that, man. I didn't even see it coming. That was seriously your best prank yet. Too bad it backfired on you, too.”

Mac smirks, “Whatever. No risk, no reward. You still took the worst of it. And at least I'm not getting fired like when you got me into that resort’s hot tub naked and that family complained.”

“Yeah, I fucked that one up. I've gotten you way better since then. So, what's the deal? You a henchman now?”

Mac shrugs, “Who fucking knows, eh? At least we're even now. Last year’s bar bathroom prank avenged.”

“Even? No, I still owe you for when you put Nair on my balls when I was sleeping. That shit stung for a week.”

Mac laughs, “Yeah, but I bet you were smooth as fuck. And that wasn't revenge for the bathroom, it was revenge for that time you tied me to that tree then let those bears from Kansas City -” They finally notice me, “Oh Cody? What's up?”

I smile, “I just came to make sure you two were okay. Looks like you are. I'm glad no one is mad.”

They laugh. Rocky says, “What? Because of him selling me out? C’mon, man, it was nothing. Hey, Bat. Come join us and I can thank you for opening Mac’s tight ass up.”

I shake my head, “I'd love to, but I've got a man.” No reaction, so I add, “We're exclusive.” Rocky furrows his brow, looking confused by the very concept. I explain, “I love him.”

Rocky still looks perplexed as Mac asks, “But Cody, isn't there an exception for wrestling? We can wrestle a three-way, eh?”

“Well, yeah, of course. But I clear my matches before the fact, not after.”

Mac thinks, “Is Jae still here?”

“Oh, yeah, I guess he is.”

Rocky asks, “Jae? The hot doctor guy? With the pecs and the ass? THAT’S your guy?”

“Yeah, that's him.”

Rocky rolls his eyes, “Fuck, why didn't you say so, Bat? I fucking love him. Let’s go get him in on this, too.”

The two of them move in on me. I hold up my hands playfully warning them off, but they close in fast. I bolt for the door, calling for Jae. He makes it into the hallway just as the two wet, naked Canadians grab me from behind. I play helpless hunk while they drag me towards Jae and the ring area. Of course, I don't really resist.

Mac asks Jae, “Your man says we need to ask you if we can play. Interested?”

Jae nods happily, “Permission granted!”

I pull away from the Canadians and we walk back into the ring area, my boyfriend and I stripping down as we go. Rocky declares he's teaming with me for the first round, saying it'll be tops versus bottoms. Mac ignores his cocky friend, while Jae laughs then looks at Rocky’s swinging monster and bites his lip. I can see why he's both nervous and excited.

As my naked boyfriend climbs into the ring, the hung Canadian slaps his bare bubble butt. SMACK! He gives Jae a wink, “Get ready, dude.”

The End