The Cave 21: Cody vs. Buck

The Cave Ring

Me. Cody.

“Thanks for the match, Cody. I'm relieved you accepted.”

“Well, I'm relieved that you asked, Buck. Jae's sad he couldn't join us, but he had a client.”

“It's cool. I'll meet up with your boyfriend eventually. I got a lot of time, being on vacation for four months.” The muscular farmer pauses, “You know, I wasn't sure you would accept after how things went down last week.”


I tell the handsome 35-year country boy, “I don't blame you for anything. I like you, Buck. And I know your loyalty is to Brody. I respect that. I hope you can understand why I'm mad at him.”

Buck.

“I do. I do. He feels real bad. If you'd just talk to him, let him apologize, I think you'd see it was all just a big mistake. He never meant to hurt you guys.”

I sigh, “Let’s make a deal, Buck. I won't badmouth your buddy. You don't try to change my mind. Is it a deal?”

“I won't mention Rival at all.”

I raise an eyebrow, “That's not the same as what I said.” Buck gets a sheepish look. Yeah, he's trying to play word games. I nod, “I thought so.” I walk up and put my hand on his shoulder. Thick. Strong. Sexy. Yum. I explain, “You seem like an honest guy. I'm trying to be one, but I know manipulation. Don't try to play me, Buck. If you can't drop it then maybe you should go.”

The farmer replies, “I'm sorry, Cody. I'm not good at lying.”

“That's refreshing.”

“I am good at the truth, though. Sorry, I can't agree not to try to change your mind.”

I frown, “Excuse me?”

“I love Brody like family. Yeah, we grew apart a little when he moved to LA, but now I'm here. And he's hurting. I think I'm here for a reason. All this blew up at the same time that I visit him? First time I've visited in the 17 years he's been out here? I don't think it's a coincidence. I'm meant to help him through this.”

“You're a great friend, but I don't want to spend the next hour thinking about this when I'd rather be thinking about this.” I slide my hand down over his thick pec. Buck’s a big side of farm-built beef. His smooth 6’2”/240-lbs body is really great and so different than most LA guys. Buck’s a down-to-earth, basic MAN. Woof.

Brody is his best friend. He's a former friend of mine and co-owner of Rival Pro Wrestling, along with a guy named Javi. It's a gay-oriented, 80’s pro wrestling-themed video company. They're new. And it's directly competing for wrestlers and sales with The Cave, a superhero-themed, gay-oriented wrestling video company that I co-own with my best friend Ryan.

We got these guys into this world. See, Brody wasn't only a friend. Him and Javi wrestled with us, too. Learned how we work. Then they set up Rival behind our backs. We hung out with Brody, chatted, but he never mentioned it. He lied to our faces for months, every time we asked what's new, what're you up to, or any variation of that question. Never said a word. I might forgive him eventually, but not right now.

Buck asks, “What would you do? If you were me and it was Ryan?”

I smile, “Of course, I'd fix it for him.” Buck nods. I sigh and dramatically faint into the beefy farmer, “Argh. How'd you know that honesty is my vulnerability?” Buck laughs, helping me stand again. I explain, “Things take time. I might forgive Brody eventually, but I'm not ready to do it right now. It needs to happen naturally.”

“Fair enough. It's a start. At least I know you're going to forgive him.”

“Maybe.”

Buck ignores me, “Do you think you can do it before I go back to the farm? I need to know he's gonna be okay.”

I give a devious smile, “So, you'll stick around until I forgive him? Maybe I'll never do it. Keep you around town for whenever I feel like wrestling a big, sexy country boy.”

Buck laughs, “Damn, I appreciate that, Cody.” He gets a little shy, “You're one of the hottest guys in the world and you got models and bodybuilders knocking down your door. I think you'll be fine without this old farmer.”

I pat his pec, “Don't kid yourself. You're a gorgeous man. Around here, you're one-of-a-kind.” I flick my fingers under his balls, “And you make a fantastic Killer Croc.”

Buck all Croc-ed out.

Buck grins. We're doing a little superhero roleplay today. In The Cave, I'm The Bat. Black trunks, forearm covers, knee pads, pro boots, cowl and cape, which I'll remove before wrestling. I've dressed big Buck in crocodile print trunks over a black thong, matching forearm covers and crocodile skin pro boots. He didn't want the mask, which is fine with me. He looks awesome. Perfect for a little in-ring fun.

I'm The Bat.

Round One

We circle the ring. Buck's wrestled a lot for fun, but almost all mat work. He doesn't have a ton of ring experience. I do. I'm hoping that'll make up for our size and strength difference. We've wrestled on two occasions so far. Twice tag and once singles. I beat him in singles, but he'd already wrestled earlier in the day, plus our tag match. Maybe he was just tired.

I initiate a lockup. Buck meets me in the collar-and-elbow. We strain and press. I work to counter his superior strength with shifts and movement. It doesn't work. Buck gets me square then pushes me backwards. I stumble all the way to the corner. CLANG! The handsome country hunk flexes his huge biceps. Wow, his torso is thick and powerful.

As Buck flexes, I step out of the corner. We do a half-circle of the ring then lock up again. This time, I fall back, lifting my leg between us. I use his power and momentum to flip him over. WHOA! BOOM! The country hunk lands on back and I roll on top of him into a schoolboy pin. I flex as we lock eyes. Buck smiles, “Tricky move. Never been flipped like that.”

“Well, you're so strong, I had to do something.”

Buck agrees, “Well, it was cool. And I am kind of strong.”

The muscular farmer tenses then throws me off with authority, as they used to say on the classic wrestling videos I watch on YouTube. I topple to the right, rolling into a crouch. Buck rolls to his knees. I drop back to mine as we check each other out. I move in and we lock up from our knees. We hand fight then he grabs my left wrist. His grip is crushing.

I dive forward, spinning as I throw my right arm around his head. I manage to grab my left hand, despite Buck's control of it. I squeeze on the headlock, lifting my right leg and planting it. Buck grunts as I squeeze. He releases my wrist, instead grabbing me around the waist. Now I'm the one being squeezed in a side bearhug. Even at this odd angle, I can feel his power.

Buck plants his right foot. I moan in pain, working the headlock. Suddenly, he pushes up and we're rising as the muscleman shows off his strength. I grunt, unable to keep him down. With a sudden burst, I throw myself forward, awkwardly hip tossing Buck down to the mat. BOOM! I land on his chest, headlock intact. I see his red forehead and feel a sense of accomplishment.

I bend his neck, but I feel his arms wrap around my body again. Damn. Buck squeezes then uses his vice-like grip to roll me off him and onto my shoulders. I know I'm headed for trouble, so I try forcing his chin to his chest and twisting his neck. Anything to distract him. I need to move on from the headlock, but with his arms around my torso, I'll be helpless if I do.

The muscular country boy lifts me a few inches off the canvas. He drives me down onto my shoulders. THUD! It's a short distance, but the impact is jarring. He does it again. THUD! This time, I'm shaken up and he pulls his head free. To my surprise, Buck releases the bearhug and rolls away. He rises up and shakes out his head. Hm, I guess the headlock was doing its job.

We circle again. When we move into a lockup, I make a rookie mistake. I figure we'll have a nice traditional grab. Instead, Buck suddenly charges forward. He swings his arms up, inside mine. With a powerful sweep, he easily knocks my hands away. I'm defenseless as his arms smoothly swing around my body. I'm pulled into a bearhug, immediately feeling crushed.

I moan as the powerful beast collapses my sides as he squeezes on the devastating hold. My body is pressed against his tightly. Buck lifts and I have no choice but to brace my shins on his thighs. It's a tradeoff. Yes, it helps him support me, but it also relieves my pain. A little, anyway. Hanging in a bearhug is far more brutal. I struggle to focus, gripping his bulging biceps.

As I feel the vice crushing my spine, it is getting harder to breathe. Already, this is probably the second most powerful bearhug I've ever faced. I'd rather not see if Buck can challenge for the record. I chop his shoulders. THWAK! My hands just bounce off his thick, fully-flexed traps. I don't care. I do it twice more. THWAK! THWAK! Same result.

Buck growls, “What else ya got?”

I throw my head forward. He instinctively leans back, fearing a headbutt. Instead, I plant my lips on his as I grab him around the head. I feel him melt as I use my considerable skill to distract him. Immediately, I feel the bearhug ease. I get lower, able to plant my feet. Buck moans into my mouth as our tongues dance. The bearhug is off as he caresses my back.

I break and Buck looks at me with a doe-eyed look on his face. I caress his shoulders then attack his neck. The powerful farmer groans, encouraging me by moaning. He mutters, “Oh, Cody. So not fair, but I so don't care. Oh fuck.” I can feel his cock swell between our bodies. I pause and we lock eyes.

I tell him, “Man, you're so sexy.” He blushes. “And we can do a lot more of this, but I want to wrestle more. Do you?” Buck nods. “Then you should really bearhug me again, because that wasn't really fair of me to kiss you like that.”

“No, it wasn't, but I'm not complaining, Cody. It was a great kiss.”

“Well, I got the idea from you. You did do that to Ryan in our tag match.”

Buck sheepishly smiles, “Yeah, I guess I did.” He smiles, “Guess we should get back to it.”

Suddenly, I'm swept right back into the same brutal bearhug. I groan as he breaks me down some more. So freaking powerful. I fall back in the hold, which only makes it worse. I grit my teeth as I stare up at the ceiling. I could just give now. It's a fun match. Oh fuck, it's like being squeezed by a real bear. I moan then steel my will. No way am I giving.

I throw myself forward, getting back upright. I swing my arms with me, bringing my fists down onto his thick traps. WHOMP! Buck grunts and the hold loosens a little. I open my big hands then clamp my strong fingers into the flesh between his neck and shoulders. I search for the exact right spot, finding the soft part. I close up with a nerve hold.

Buck groans, trying to finish me off with the bearhug, but the nerve hold is working. He hunches his shoulders, which adjusts the bearhug. It's far less painful. I dig my fingers in deeper, using everything I've learned about the body as a personal trainer and as a wrestler. I feel like I'm winning as I feel the bearhug slowly lose its power.

I'm able to draw my hips back then drive them forward. Our bulges collide, with his taking the worst of the impact. SQUISH! The muscleman moans and his arms open. I manage to push my body back, finally free of the hold. I rise up on my toes and squeeze my claw while pushing down. Buck drops to his knees in front of me. PLOP! I see him tense, but he can't focus.

Knowing I'm about to get punched or worse, I break the nerve hold before he can counter. I chop his traps to keep him distracted. WHACK! It works, enabling me to throw my knee into his beefy body. THUD! Buck falls back, but he plants his right hand and uses it to push up. I'm caught off-guard as he comes whipping back at me. The big man wraps his arms around my legs and uses his weight, power and momentum to tackle me down. WHOA! WHAM!

We land with him on my legs. I open them, looking for a head-scissors, but Buck’s fast. He dives up between them, coming down with a big forearm to my chest. WHOMP! It's rough, but I maintain focus. I crunch up, reaching behind his head. I whip my legs around his body. Before the big country boy can react, I've got him locked up in a front facelock and body scissors.

I pull down on his neck, straining it. I squeeze on the body scissors, but that's mainly for control. There's no way I'm hurting his thick muscle body from this position. No, it's his head and neck that I need to work. Buck shifts his legs, planting one foot. He grabs under me then manages to power up my 200-lbs of muscle. It's just a few inches, but when he drives me back down with his 240-lbs on top of me, I feel it. WHAM! OOF!

I lose the hold, but immediately get it back. I squeeze tighter on the front facelock, gripping higher. Buck slides his arms under me again. He lifts and drops, but this time, I pull down on his head at the same time. When we hit, Buck ends up slamming his own head down, too. WHAM! OOF! CRACK! I lose the hold, but he's too stunned to follow up.

Buck rolls off me, holding his head. I ask, “You okay?”

“Fine.”

“What's my name?”

“Cody. The Bat. We're at The Cave ring. I don't have a concussion, but man, that hurt.”

“Phew. I'm glad you're okay and that I don't have to feel guilty for doing this.”

I rise up then come down with a knee to his stomach. THUD! OOF! Buck sits up as I bounce off him. I smoothly spin, throwing my arm at his chest. WHACK! I clothesline him onto his back. My momentum carries me over his head. I slide back in, locking on a headscissors. I squeeze and he moans. I run my fingers on his forward, which is getting red.

“No bumps or bruises. Wouldn't want to mark up that handsome face.”

Buck growls, “Don't. Try. To. Distract. Me.”

The big old country boy roars and throws his body to the right. He forces us onto our sides then pushes on the backs of legs. We're both sweaty, so he manages to push free of my scissors. We rise. Buck surprises me with some speed. He springs up, hitting me with a shoulder block. THUD! OOF! I go flying backwards onto my back as Buck rises up to his feet.

Buck moves in, “Like my technique? I played defensive end in high school.”

I groan, holding my stomach. The big muscleman bends forward to drag me up. I surprise him by throwing myself up. I grab him behind the head then smoothly roll him over. I wrap my legs around his left leg while forcing his rig leg behind my head. Before he knows it, I've got the big man in a spladle.

“Jae played safety in college. I know how to take a tackle, stud.”

Buck moans as I spread his legs. With his body folded and his arms wedged under my body, there isn't anywhere for him to go. One thing I've learned about Buck. He's not that flexible. These holds take their toll. And this one will really test his resolve. I've got his neck bent, spine folded and groin taut. The moans change to whimpers and I know I've got the big boy right.

I slide my free hand over his incredible body. I purr, “Fuck, I love this. Look at these balls.” I fondle them. “And this torso. I mean, these pecs. Woof.” I tweak Buck’s nipple. He fights, trying to power out, but when he tries, he lets out a cry as it only strains his already overtaxed muscles. He can't twist or move without risking a real muscle strain.

Buck settles down. I caress the inside of his legs. The smooth untanned flesh is beautiful, but also as hard as a rock thanks to the spladle. The country boy is helpless, but not submitting. I ask, “Are you going to make me hurt you or do you want to just give? You'll get another shot.”

The helpless hunk groans, “Never! I'm not giving!”

I accept his answer. I walk my fingers up and down the inside of his right leg. I feel for just the right spot. I form a fist then punch the soft flesh. POW! POW! POW! Buck whimpers and cries out, but no giving. I shift my fist then dig in my knuckles. I force them deep into the stretched flesh, hitting the muscle hard. I twist my fingers and Buck gaps under me.

The beefy farmer thrashes under me. He has no choice but to submit. “OW! GIVE! GIVE! GIVE!”

I release him immediately. Buck rolls on his side. He puts his hand on the inside of his thighs and rubs them. The bigger man lies there, sweaty and moaning. I slide in and gently rub his head. I confirm that he's still okay and he is. He vows to get me next time. I lean in and kiss his forehead, telling I can't wait for him to try.

As Buck works out his legs, I slide out to grab towels and water.

I Get Pumped. For Info.

We take a relaxing break. Buck tries to pump me for information. I see where he's headed, but I still let him maneuver me. I explain the history of The Cave. Of course, it eventually goes to Javi's bitter departure when his tag partner, then called Day, now called Moneymaker, forced him to leave. I explain how unhappy I was and how Ryan and I tried to get him to come back, but instead, he and Brody set up Rival Pro Wrestling behind our backs.

“So, you're mad at Javi, too?”

I shake my head, “No, not really. I'm disappointed whenever he's pissy with Ryan and me, since we never wanted him to go and have offered him to return under a new identity many, many times. He agreed to the stipulation, so it's his own fault. I only found out about the ‘loser leaves The Cave’ thing on the day of the big match, otherwise I would've stopped it.”

“You think you could've? Gotten Night and Day to call it off, I mean?”

I shrug, “Yeah, of course.” I smile, “Buck, I see what you're doing. And I'm letting you do it, but reminiscing isn't going to make me more sympathetic to Brody. Neither is flattery.”

Buck grins, “We'll see. But really, I'm just curious. I've never met anyone like you before. Everything is so dramatic out here and you're the biggest star of the show.”

I laugh, “You've obviously heard a lot about me.”

Buck smiles, “I've seen a lot, too. You're quite a guy, Cody. Everyone thinks you're some kind of real-life superhero. I know we've only met a few times, but I agree with them.”

“I appreciate you using the word hero. Some guys think villain is more appropriate. Either way, I know men. I know how to get them to do what I want.”

“I bet you do. Everyone says you're the best. Brody said it that first day we wrestled. After you hung up, he said that we have to wrestle Cody and Jae. Cody's the best. His exact words.”

I smirk, “At least, he was honest about that much. Since he wasn't at all honest about the purpose of the match you guys just had with Javi and Ramsay.”

Buck frowns, “Not gonna be that easy, huh?” I shake my head. He switches back to his earlier question, “So, the problem with Javi is from his side, not yours?”

“Basically. Look, I get it. It was a terrible loss. I'm sure it's a match he'd like to have back. His partner came in better prepared and more motivated. Javi took him lightly, acting like he was facing the twinky student from years earlier. But the only thing Javi would want to do here is get revenge and that wouldn't happen. Moneymaker would never take that match. So, there's no reason for Javi to hang around in a new identity.”

“Huh. Maybe that explains why he's such a - a - um - ”

“Asshole?” I see the big guy nod. I smile, “No, he was always like that. He's just an intense guy. And he might be able to beat Moneymaker if they wrestled again. But he didn't win when it counted and nothing’s ever going to change that.”

Round Two

Buck and I circle the ring, eying each other carefully. He's a nice guy, but he's also a competitor. I know he's tired of losing to me in singles. Winning in tag is one thing, but we've wrestled three falls mano-a-mano and I've submitted him every time. His power is incredible, but I'm so good that I can overcome it. I just need to stay focused.

We lock up fast. Buck’s on an adrenaline high. He immediately overpowers me to the corner, before I can counter. CLANG! He presses his body on mine, holding me in place. I try to shift, but the big country boy pulls back then slams his body into me. SPLAT! OOF! He does it two more times. SPLAT! SPLAT! Experience doesn't help against 240-lbs of muscle crushing you.

Buck backs up then lifts his knee into my abs. THUD! OOF! I bend forward and he grabs me in a front facelock. I get dragged from the corner then the muscleman grabs the side of my trunks. He goes for a suplex, but I've been countering this for years. I need to be weaker or he needs to be faster to make this work. I kick my leg out between his, easily blocking it.

With a sudden twist and shift, I flip us down onto the mat. CRASH! I land on top of Buck, immediately fighting for an armbar. We grapple with his power countering my skill. I keep casual, making him work to get free. He's sweaty fast. Buck has a ton of stamina from working on the farm, but that's long muscle stamina. I'm making him sprint and it's tiring him out.

I fight to control him. Buck tries to get on top, but I block his attempts. He tries to flip us over, but I slide out and he ends up on his stomach with me on his back. I lock up his head and arm. He plants his free hand and pushes up, trying to lift my 200-lbs and his 240-lbs. I break my hold to sweep his hand out. SWAT! We crash down with me on top. SPLAT!

Buck tries to slow things down by throwing me off him, but I leap right back on his back. No breaks, big guy. I don't even try to get a submission. I just keep moving to force him to match me. As long as I stay aggressive, he's forced to react and do most of the work. For ten minutes, I repeatedly manage to lock up his head, chin, arms and legs. He breaks them all, but I sense he's slowing down. Now, on his back, he's breathing hard and drenched in sweat.

I get a grapevine and front facelock unchallenged. The big muscleman rests under me, feebly pushing on my body. He moans as I open his legs up. I know he's not flexible, so this has to be hurting him. Buck caresses my sides, seemingly resigned to my control. Nice. Suddenly, I feel two big fists slam into my sides simultaneously. CRUNCH! They hit just right and I realize he wasn't being submissive, he was searching for an opening.

Buck uses the distraction to force his legs closed and throw me off him again. I roll. Onto my stomach. He rolls away the other way, stopping me from resuming my attack. Buck grabs the ropes and uses them to pull himself up. He's breathing hard, his body is red and sweaty but beautifully pumped. Better yet, his trunks are tenting.

I smile, “Looking good, big man. Damn, you're a sexy beast. Too bad that identity is taken, otherwise I'd make it your Cave identity.”

Buck regains his breath before replying, “Thanks, but I'm not feeling so sexy right now.”

“Take a look in the mirror.”

The captivating country boy turns to the huge mirrored wall behind the ring. He nods. I move in behind him and encourage him to flex. Buck lifts his arms and I rub his biceps. The big man moans. I reach over his shoulders then move to the side. I worship his powerful body and he enjoys the attention. I rub his pecs as he adjusts his rock-hard cock in his trunks.

Buck says, “You're giving me time to rest? I don't know if I should be flattered or insulted.”

I pat the solid chest, “Flattered. Definitely flattered. You can drive a man to distraction.”

“Is this how you get men to do what you want? Because I'm pretty much all yours at this point.”

I laugh, “Most of the time, all it takes are words and a look. Wrestling is a lot more fun.” Buck agrees. I step away, “But you're the one trying to get me to do something you want. All I want to do with you is wrestle and have some fun, so I'm good.”

Buck nods and turns to me, “You're not good, you're great. And all joking aside, I am flattered, Cody. Very, very flattered.”

“You ready to get back to it?”

“Hell yeah.”

We circle the ring again. This time, Buck’s a little slower. He can't overpower me, but I can't move his 240-lbs of beef, either. That's okay, I don't need to. I twist and force him into a headlock. I crank on it, squeezing his head. The muscleman moans as I work it. He tries to push himself free but can't. Buck caresses my leg then grips my hip and hamstring. Uh oh.

With a lift, Buck powers my feet off the mat for a side suplex. I kick wildly and manage to force him to drop me back down. I use the momentum to hip toss him down onto his back. WHAM! I drop my elbow onto his pecs. THUD! I lock on a side headlock, stretching out to give myself leverage. The country boy cries out as I squeeze and bend his neck.

I release the headlock, smoothly spinning my ass so I'm sitting above his body. I look down at his massive muscles but focus on lifting his head and sliding underneath. Buck's too slow to move and I'm fluid and fast. In seconds, I've got a tight headscissors on. With my heels hovering over his stomach, I can both crush his head and hyperextend his neck.

Buck groans. He kicks his feet helplessly as he rubs my legs. He can't pry them apart, especially after I spent ten minutes draining them of their strength. The hunky country boy tries to roll us over, but I'm ready this time. I roll the opposite way and all he accomplishes is straining his own neck. His head is bright red and his breathing is labored.

I keep this hold up, but Buck isn't submitting. I open my legs then roll to the side. I grab his wrist then drag Buck up with me. I twist his arm with an armbar. I kick the back of his knee, dropping the big man to one knee. PLOP! With improved leverage, I get another half turn on the armbar. Buck grunts as he kneels helplessly beside me. I pull on the hold, forcing him up.

As Buck fights against the pain in his arm and shoulder, I work out my finishing combination. Wrestling Buck is fun, but a guy with his size and power is always a threat. I’m ready to move to stakes and I think he is, too. Use the armbar to flip him onto his back, do a leg drop onto his arm then use his powerless arm to pull him into a triangle choke. That should do it.

Unfortunately, Buck isn’t as ready for stakes as I thought. As I lift his arm and spin under it, getting ready to flip him over, Buck shifts. he manages to twist towards me. He swings his other arm around, clubbing me in the stomach. THUD! OOF! I’m caught off-guard, so I didn’t have time to flex my abs. He pulls his arm free and backs off.

I move back in towards him. No flexing or worship this time. I abandon my triangle choke plan, needing to see where this goes. As I get close, Buck kicks out. His boot hits me in the abs, but I manage to dodge it. It connects, but not that hard. I bend forward, overselling it and he buys my weakness. The muscleman marches in fast, leaving himself wide open for a shoulder block to his stomach. THUD! OOF! Buck is staggered backwards.

I rise up and we face off. Buck barrels forward, using his size and weight to force me into the corner. He lifts his knee into my abs. THUD! OOF! Buck whips me across the ring, where I collide with the opposite turnbuckles. CLANG! I stagger out, my back hurting. Buck clotheslines me down hard. WHACK! WHAM!

Buck drives his boot down onto me to weaken me. STOMP! STOMP! STOMP! I feel every shot, but I withstand them by tensing my torso. The beefy farmer grabs my wrist and drags me up to my feet. I fire a fist into his abs, but he takes it without even grunting. He whips me into the ropes, looking for a high impact clothesline. I fly off right at him. If he hits it, I’m done.

At the last second, I duck the wild clothesline, running to the opposite ropes behind him. I ricochet off to see him completing a 360 turn from the momentum. With his back to me, I see the perfect opening. I leap up, grabbing Buck’s head. I bulldog him down with me as I fall. We crash down, his head hitting hard. KABOOM! Buck goes limp as I bounce away on my ass.

The country boy isn't moving, just lying on his stomach. I crawl to him then push hard on his beefy body. 240-lbs of muscle isn't easy to flip, but I do it. I lie on top of him for the pin. I decide not to hook his leg. They're so thick, it'll take me some time. I decide that it's more important to be fast after the bulldog.

ONE! So far, so good. Moaning, but no movement.

TWO! The 240-lbs muscleman is stirring, but how much does he really have left?

THR - NO! Damn, Buck still has the power to lift his shoulder against me. He's tough.

I drag the big man up by his wrist. Ugh, he's not helping much and that's a ton of dead weight. Sure, he can kick out, but he can't get up? Fine, I'll convince him to cooperate. I drive my boot into his armpit. THUD! That makes him move. I twist his arm back into an armbar and force him to rise. With Buck under control, I pull him into a front facelock, keeping hold of his wrist.

Buck starts to fight. He instinctively works to drive me backwards, but a hard knee lift to the chest fixes that. The country boy is tired, giving me a fighting chance at holding him. I swivel my hips from side-to-side then on the third time, I whip Buck’s head around in a swinging neckbreaker as I flip over. We crash down to the mat, but he's the only one hurting.

The massive mound of unmoving muscle lies on his back, stunned by the neckbreaker. I grab him under his armpits and force him up to a seated position. I step over his shoulders, forcing his chin to his chest with my bulge. The big muscleman moans, starting to fight. I bend forward, grabbing under his leg. I pull it up, sliding my hands to rest behind his boot.

As I rise, I lock on the stump puller. Buck cries out. I stand up with his body folded, leg pointing up. The pain in his hamstring must be intense. I try to be gentle, but not allow him to escape. I feel him grip my thighs, but there's nothing else he can do. I look down at his powerful body collapsed and useless. Once again, he can't fight too hard without risking serious strain.

Buck taps my thighs, “Okay, okay. You got me again. Cody. I give. I give!”

I let go and step away, letting him collapse to the mat. He alternates rubbing his leg, back and neck. I stand over him and he looks up at me. I tense as he reaches for my boot. However, all he does is lift my foot onto his chest. He says, “You win, man. You win.” I flex over Buck. He rubs his bulge in his trunks as he enjoys watching me celebrate over him.

What's Next

Buck lies on the mat, spreadeagle. He is literally shining from the sheen of sweat that accentuates his powerful body. I admire him then hop out to get us some water. When I return, the big man is stretching out his legs. I ask if he wants some help with that. He does, so I move in, lying him on his back. As I take control of his legs, Buck tells me that I really am the best. I tell him he's great, too. He blushes. I roll him over for some back exercises.

We work together for a few minutes. As I manipulate his body, Buck moans loudly, telling me when to go harder and when to stop. He says that his legs feel 100% better. I ask if he wants to go again, but he just laughs. Maybe another time. I can live with that. I help him onto his feet then keep working on his back and upper body.

The beefy farmer groans as I help him bend him forward. He hangs with his legs spread, his hands nowhere near the floor. Buck acknowledges, “I wish I was more flexible.”

“I could give you some exercises to try at home.”

“I'd appreciate that.” I help Buck up to standing then support him as he leans back. “Oh!”

“You okay?”

“Yeah. But I think that's as far back as I can go.” I help Buck steady himself, “Feels better, though. You know, I'd never even been to a gym until this trip. Ice packs are like my stretching. Then I got my first free weights in the spare bedroom and the 20-year old chart of exercises that came with it. Those weights and the farm are the only workout I know.”

“Well, don't spread that around LA. If people see you can get this kind of body without a gym - ” I caress his body, running my hands over his thick shoulders onto his heaving pecs and down to his smooth stomach, “- my days as a trainer are numbered. I'll need to stock those big blocks of hay you guys throw around.”

Buck blushes, “Cody, I - oh.” He hesitates as I explore him. His printed trunks are tenting, but he's suddenly tense and nervous. I stop and take a step back. Now, he looks disappointed.

I say, “Buck, I'm getting some real mixed signals here.”

“I'm sorry.”

“Don't be sorry. Be honest. Are you uncomfortable? I know we didn't go all the way last time. And that's okay. I just love to wrestle. Especially with a beast like you. I wrestle without sex all the time. Let’s just hangout. I'd love to hear more about your - MMMPH!”

Suddenly, Buck steps into me and smothers my mouth with his. He grabs behind my head. We kiss deeply before he backs off. The farmer is a great kisser. So soft, yet firm. I wait with a raised eyebrow for him to say what he wants to do next. Buck just drops to his knees in front of me. PLOP! I nod. That's an unmistakable signal, right?

Buck looks up at me, “I'm all yours, Cody. You won and I want stakes. I do. I can get a little nervous with new guys, especially someone like you. I was just overwhelmed.”

I gently run my fingers through this hair, “Why? It's not like we just met.”

“It was different when it was Brody, Jae, you and me. Like you said, we just wrestled. Now, it's just you and me. Private. You're like a fantasy man, but now you're real. Not just real, but you actually want me, too. It feels like a crazy dream and I don't want to screw things up.”

“Oh, Buck. There's nothing to screw up. We're just having fun. And I'll go slow. And if at any moment, you feel uncomfortable - ” The beefy farmer smiles up at me as he caresses my legs. I know that he's ready. I shrug, “Well, okay. If that's how you feel, let's get started, sexy.”

I grip the back of his head. He gasps just at that small action. As he looks up at me, I can tell he's mine. He's happily waiting for instructions. I pull him forward into my bulge. He moans and breathes in deeply, experiencing my musk. I tell him to take it all in. He lifts his hands up to grip my ass. He kneads my butt as he nuzzles against my pouch.

Buck slides his hands up and down my legs. He opens his mouth and engulfs my spandex-wrapped cock. He sucks on the front of my trunks, his right hand moving up onto my abs. I hold steady as he explores my body. I tell him he can pull my trunks down whenever he's ready. The handsome hunk moans but keeps working me through my famous gear.

I gently rub the back of his head, moaning to let him know he's doing a great job. I whisper, “Yeah, that's it. Oh damn, use those lips. You're incredible.” I keep up the encouragement and I feel the difference as he gets more confident. Buck isn't the first guy I've met who's intimidated by The Bat. It comes with being a famous gay wrestling stud.

Buck finally feels sure of himself enough to peel down my trunks. My massive cock flops out. I'm only semi-hard, but that's bigger than most guys at full mast. He pauses to just look at my manhood. He isn't the first guy who's needed a moment to admire it, either. I respect him by letting him move at his own pace. He grips the shaft tightly and it stiffens.

The kneeling country boy opens his mouth then slaps his tongue with my cock head. WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! It swells up even more, validation of his incredible hotness. He engulfs the head as he jerks my shaft. I bite my bottom lip. Shit, that feels good. Buck acts all shy, but he definitely knows how to handle big equipment. I gently caress his head as he works. Mm.

I encourage Buck, telling him he's doing great. I slow him down, telling him we've got all day. He obeys, pacing himself to really enjoy the moment of getting to suck my huge cock. I love a patient guy. The country boy moans as he plays with my rod. He pulls off then tastes my balls. He looks like he's in heaven as he explores every part of me.

Buck looks up at me with a look. I'm about to ask what's up when he shows me. Suddenly, the big man opens his mouth and plunges onto my porn-sized organ. He deep throats my shaft and I gasp. The kneeling muscleman gags himself as I feel his throat close on my head. I moan as I fall forward, gripping his head and shoulder. Oh damn, that's awesome.

The country boy pulls back, red-faced, but proud. His hand grips my throbbing member. His mouth goes to work on just my now super-sensitive head as he recovers. I tell him that was incredible. Wow. I feel my load building, so I break free, sliding back. I help Buck up. His knees are stiff, but he's got a huge smile on his face.

I lead Buck to the corner. He turns to face it, gripping the ropes on either side of the turnbuckle and thrusting his ass out towards me. It's smooth and round, but also muscular. I caress it while I fondle my cock, making sure I stay hard. I slide a finger inside him and the big man moans with pleasure. Good, he's bottomed before. I play with his hole and he loves it.

After I sheathe my throbbing dick, I grab his left hip. I guide my cock inside him. Buck gasps, but moans for me to fuck him. Gladly, big guy. I slide deeper and he takes my massive cock like a pro. I keep it slow and steady, but he's just as impressive at this. The country boy begs me to fuck him, encouraging me with sounds and words. I start to pump and he literally howls.

I tightly grip the handsome hunk’s hips then start pounding him hard. He grunts and groans. I slap the side of his ass. SMACK! He cries, “YES!” I piston in and out, riding him. He takes it, loving me inside him. Damn, he's awesome. I look at his incredibly broad back tensing, his mighty muscles pumping and flexing. So fucking sexy.

I slide out then ask Buck to lie down. He asks how and I let him choose. He falls onto his back, telling me he wants to see me. I smile then move between his thick legs. I lift them and it's like lifting two steel I-beams. I use my shoulders to hold him in place. We lock eyes as I slide my way in. It's faster this time, knowing he can take it.

Seconds later, I'm thrusting deep inside Buck as he looks at me with sweet doe eyes. My sweat drips down on him. The country boy actually drinks it in. He grabs behind his knees to help me keep him rolled up. I pound his ass, my pelvis slapping against his butt. I hear him whimper, warning me that he might shoot, even though his cock is untouched.

I work even harder, inspired by his submissive side. As I pump, Buck whimpers then gasps. His cock erupts, his seed shooting out between his pecs. His whole sweaty body shakes and he closes his eyes as he shoots. His ass tightens on my rod and it feels great. The country boy cries out under me, his skin covered in bumps as he shudders in ecstasy.

Buck looks back at me and I know I'm done, too. I slide out and lower his legs. I strip my cock then aim it at his torso. The muscleman's mouth hangs open as he stares at my cock, waiting to see me explode. I move forward as I pump. Buck reaches out, swatting my hand away. He takes over, finishing the job. His calloused hand electrifies my cock. Oh fuck.

I watch as the muscular country boy milks my cock, forcing the load out of me. He aims my cock at his gaping mouth. Ropes of cum fire out as my whole body shakes. Buck squeezes and pumps, taking my load in his mouth and on his face, neck and chest. I hope weak as he keeps milking, taking every last drop.

I'm drenched in sweat and feeling weak as Buck squeezes again. He lifts his other hand up, using one finger to take my final drop. He brings it to his outstretched tongue, licking it off then smiling. We lock eyes. Now that I'm soft and drained, he releases me. I fall to the side onto my butt. Simultaneously, we say, “Thank you.”

“I can't believe you're thanking me, Cody.” Buck sprawls out on his back, his sweat-soaked body relaxing as he says, “My god, you're even better in person than you are on video. Or in my fantasies. Don't take this the wrong way, but I never expected you to be nice. But you're an amazing person to go with being an amazing wrestler and an amazing fuck. I'm so lucky.”

I lie beside the exhausted muscleman, “Pfft. Lucky? Please. I'm trying to figure out how'd you get so good?” Buck laughs. I tell him, “I think the stories about you being some lonely farm boy are all a big lie. You must have a line of country boys and farmhands beating down your bedroom door every day. I bet you get more sex than me.”

“I wish.”

“Seriously, thanks. This was a ton of fun.”

Buck’s Turn

As we lie there, I look at the time. Still early. I'm waiting for someone to show, but I don't want Buck to know it. I ask, “Tell me one of your fantasies about The Bat, Buck.”

I'm curious.

The handsome hunk stutters, “Um, uh, hm. Well, uh, there's - uh, hm.”

From his shyness, I know exactly what he's thinking and why he's hesitating. I caress his pecs and smile, “This wasn't your fantasy, was it?”

“What? I loved it.”

“I don't mean you didn't have fun. I mean, it's not your fantasy. When you dreamt about meeting up with me. When you were lying in bed, watching The Bat wrestle. When you were pulling that gorgeous cock of yours. You dreamt about beating The Bat, didn't you?”

Buck sheepishly nods, “Yeah, in my fantasies, I always win.”

“Tell me.”

“I love that you're an unbeatable badass, but you always get in trouble, too. I like those parts more. When it looks like you're gonna lose. Before you make one of your incredible comebacks. I used to imagine myself being the guy who finally took you down. I didn't even want to see you against Bane or Riddle, because it was supposed to be me who did it. It's still my fantasy to be that ultimate bad guy for The Bat.”

I move off then give him my hand. I pull him to his feet. I ask, “How would it go, Croc?”

“Oh wow. Lots of ways. My favorite combination is - ”

I put my hand up, stopping him. “Don't tell me. Show me. I've been getting more into role play lately. Imagine you're Killer Croc. I'm going to literally be The Bat. Take me down.”

“What?”

I open my arms, “Show me how you'd beat The Bat. How you'd own him, Croc.” Buck hesitates. “Maybe this will inspire you.” I pull my trunks, cape and cowl back on. I add a cloth utility belt from my bag to add to the superhero feel. I adjust my bulge and stretch. Once I'm in the right mindset for superhero play, I adopt a defensive position, “C’mon, I'm ready. Are you?”

Buck nods. He pulls his trunks back on then adds the face mask that he didn't want to use while we were play wrestling. He rolls his big shoulders back. I watch the big man breathe in deep as he psychs himself up. His crocodile-print trunks stretch as he adjusts and fluffs himself. He turns to look at me. The transformed hunk nods as he runs through his fantasy.

As we stare each other down, it's obvious that Cody and Buck are gone, replaced by The Bat and Killer Croc. It's show time.

Killer Croc. For real.

The Bat vs. Killer Croc

The bigger muscleman roars, “GGGRRRRR!” His neck tenses and his muscles seem to expand. He points at me, “Killer Croc is coming for you, Bat.”

“Bring it on. I've beaten bigger and badder.”

The villain moves in aggressively. I brace for impact as he comes in hard. We lock up, but he immediately overpowers me. I get thrown into the corner. He comes in then unleashes on my pecs and abs. THUD! THUD! THUD! He slaps my face. SMACK! “C’mon, hero! You're nothing! I'm gonna make you my personal Bat-bitch!”

I fire a fist into his abs. THUD! It bounces off and I grip my wrist as though it's broken. The villain laughs. He smacks his stomach, daring me to try again. I switch hands, trying a karate chop to his heaving pecs. WHACK! It does nothing. Croc grabs me around the throat. I let out a gurgle as he squeezes in the one-handed choke. I beat on his forearm, but it does nothing.

“You getting it now? My skin’s harder than steel. You thinking, ‘What the fuck? How can I beat a beast like this?’ Yeah, you are. But you can't. You're done, Bat!”

Croc lifts me up by my throat then chokeslams me to the canvas. BOOM! I bounce then lie unmoving at his feet. The villain puts his boot on my chest and flexes over me. He looks down, “Such a sexy stud. Your crimefighting days are over, but your days as my personal slave are just beginning!” Croc grabs my wrist and pulls me to my feet.

I fight to break free, but he grabs my cape. The beast wraps it around my head, blinding and smothering me. I feel him pull me into a big bearhug. I writhe and thrash in the crushing vice. I throw my head forward into his, but my cape cushions the head butt. POOF! I feel like my back might break in the superhuman squeeze. I get whipped back and forth, which has me close to passing out. Croc must not want that, because he releases me back onto my feet.

My cape gets pulled and I spin around as it unwraps. Croc laughs as I wobble around. I'm practically out of it. I throw a wild haymaker that he doesn't even try to avoid. BOING! Instead of hurting him, my fist just bounces off his powerful body. The villain strips me of my cape, tossing it aside while calling it his new cum rag.

Croc playfully smacks my head, taunting me, “I can't believe you're the best Gotham has. I could end you any time I want. Lucky for you that you're so fucking hot. I got plans for you. Those lips. That ass. MMM. And once you're trained, You'll be my new attack dog as we take over this whole damn city.”

The massive villain whips me into the ropes. When I bounce off, I leap at him with a cross-body block. The powerful heel catches me. He stumbles back a couple of steps, but when he rights himself, I'm held across his chest. I'm helpless as he holds my body aloft. With a turn, I get bodyslammed down. BOOM! I bounce up then lie down unmoving. I'm powerless as he drags me back to my feet. He steadies me then slaps my face to wake me up.

The beefy beast dances around me, peppering my body with fists. WHAP! POW! THUD! I try to defend, but he easily breaks through. I try to retaliate, but my blows are nothing compared to his. I'm not sure he even notices. The powerful hunk spins me around then forces his arm over my shoulder in front of my neck. I'm pulled backwards into a dragon sleeper. I groan as I'm bent and choked. My bulge sticks out and my arms hang down limp.

Croc runs his roughhewn hand over my pecs. He grabs them, squeezing my sculpted chest. I'm helpless to resist as he caresses me. I moan as he toys with my nipples. The big heel raises his free arm then brings it down, smashing my chest. WHAM! My whole body shakes. He does it again. WHAM! I groan softly, whimpering in the hold.

I feel his hand on my chest again. This time, it goes down onto my abs. Croc explores. He's so big and his arm is so long that he can actually reach my pouch. He rubs it and I hear him chuckle. “The big, bad Bat. Pathetic. There's nothing you can do to prevent this. I'm the toughest man in Gotham. And I take what I want!”

I moan a soft, “no.” It's all that I can do.

Croc just laughs, “Stay with me, Bat. I'm not putting you out, yet. That's too easy. I'm gonna make you scream my name.”

The villain pulls back. He turns and brings me down across his knee. CRACK! I feel like I just landed on a steel I-beam. I hang limply over his outstretched leg, my body bent in the over-the-knee backbreaker. I try to kick my legs up, but even the lightest touch from the super-strong human reptile can knock my feet back to the floor. SWAT! I hear him smack his lips. YUM!

I try to throw myself off his leg, but he grabs my manhood to keep me in place. I moan loudly as he toys with it. Kneading and fondling my Bat-pole and balls as he owns me. I struggle to resist his power, but it's hard. My cock, that is. He's worked it painfully stiff inside my black trunks. Mission accomplished, his hand moves off, exploring my body.

Croc runs his rough fingertips on the inside of my legs and I twitch. He holds me in place, but the movement was enough to encourage him to torment me some more. I whimper as my back seizes up in the deadly submission hold. I need to get free, but I can't. I'm forced to admit defeat to this monster. Better to lose the battle than never walk again.

“I GIVE. I GIVE! PLEASE!”

The villains growls, “Already?” He slithers his other hand from my chin to my nipples then over my taut abs. “Lucky for you we're going to have lots of time together from now on, Bat. I can pay with this weak, pathetic body whenever I want.” He snickers, “And I'm gonna want it a lot.”

Croc pushes me off his leg. PLOP! I writhe at his feet. He grabs me by the cowl then forces me to my knees. As I stare at the beast’s bulge I try to think of an escape plan. He's bigger and stronger than me, but with his lizard DNA, he's faster, too. Even if I could pull away, I wouldn't make it one step before he'd be on me. I need to bide my time.

The villain senses my momentary resignation. He chuckles, “So, you're gonna play the good boy now? Figuring I'll let my guard down? You're as predictable as you are pathetic.”

I get pulled forward, my face mashed against his package. WHACK! He rubs his sweaty bulge all over my cowled face. He orders me to pull down his trunks. I obey. They're barely onto his thighs before I'm impaled by his rock-hard cock ramming into my mouth. His head hits the back of my throat. I choke before he pulls back then starts face-fucking me.

Croc pounds my face. I barely keep up, but that impresses him. He tells me, “Damn, Bat, you'll be a great slave. I like getting a boy like you who's already trained. Yeah, look at you. On your knees where you were born to be.”

I keep working his cock. I hear him moaning. I feel his fingers reach under my cowl. Oh no. I feel my identity being revealed. Croc grunts, telling me to keep sucking him. He tells me that he'll let me keep my secret if I get him to shoot. I work harder to get him to climax. He gasps and groans, encouraging me. The villain also lifts the back of my mask.

With the back of my hair exposed, I know time is off the essence, but I don't panic. I keep going, using my best technique. I know I can do it. The back of my cowl is on top of my head. It bunches in front. One tug and it's off. I whimper but keep working. Suddenly, I feel him shudder. I taste his reptilian seed as it explodes into my mouth. I drink it down, knowing I succeeded. My identity is safe. For the moment.

I drain Croc, working until nothing comes out. He remains hard, but I did it. The big beast pushes me backwards, off his cock. It feels like slow motion as I fall back, but he keep hold of my cowl. I cry out, “NO!” I land on my back, looking up at my famous mask. It hangs from his cock. The villain lifts his biceps and flexes. He smirks down at me.

“Hard luck, Bat. This isn't your night.” He growls, “It’s MIIIINNE! And now, prettyboy. So. Are. You. FOREVER!”

I fall back to the mat in complete defeat. Croc places his boot on my chest and flexes over me in victory.

Best Laid Plans

Buck steps off then signals he's done playing villain. He bends forward with his hands on his thighs and breathes in deep. He slowly plops down on the mat. I sit up as he struggles to remove his boots. I roll over to help him get completely naked. He lets me, saying his adrenaline has run out. Once he’s undressed, I grab a towel and water for him.

I ask the farmer if that was his fantasy. He smiles, “Not exactly. I fuck you in my fantasy, but that was still perfect, Cody. I wouldn’t change a thing.”

“Really?”

The farmer smiles, “I like your ass, but seeing you unmasked like that was even better. The real fantasy is getting to be a real bad guy who overpowers you. And I got to do that.”

I smile, “You were surprisingly good at it.”

“Lots of nights dreaming about this. I had all the words in my head.” He looks at me, “I'll never be able to thank you enough for making it reality, Cody.”

“Any time. Not like you're leaving LA soon. We have time to try things we didn’t get to.”

Buck groans and falls onto his back, mock fainting. I laugh and rub the inside of his leg from knee to balls. The country hunk tells me, “You’re just too much for this old farm boy.” He looks up at the ceiling, “I'm completely exhausted, but I feel so alive.”

I pat his thigh then leave Buck to relax in the ring. He's just lying spreadeagle in the ring with a big smile on his face. I grab my phone and head into the hall. I call my best friend Ryan, “Where are you? I've stalled Buck as long as I can. Maybe too long. He's so wiped out I don't think he'll be able to wrestle you. Come in sweaty and you can meet him in the shower.”

Ryan says, “I told you, I'm not coming.”

“You said that, but I didn’t know you meant it. Why not?”

“I wasn't invited.”

“I invited you.” I'm irritated that Ryan didn't seize this opportunity, but I suppress it. I had fun roleplaying with Buck, but I really wanted to connect the two big guys and see where it went.

Ryan states, “Buck didn't invite me. He called you for a match, not me. Maybe he's not interested in wrestling me, much less showering with me.”

I snort, “How could he not be interested? You're perfect, Ry. Just get over here, get naked and see if you two hit it off.”

A big sigh, “Cody, no. Anyway, I'm on my way to Pete's.” I'm about to make a snarky comment, but Ryan knows me too well, “Don't say it.”

“Say what?”

“You know what.” Ryan switches topics, “Did he try to get you to forgive Brody?”

I acknowledge, “Yep.”

“And did you?”

“Not yet.”

“Not yet?” I can almost hear Ryan frowning, “So, you're wavering. I knew you'd crack.”

“Maybe if you show up, I won't.”

“Ha, ha.” My best friend says, “I can't believe you're forgiving Brody already. You were the one who wanted to destroy Rival. Remember that? What happened?”

I shrug, “I guess I'm just not as good at grudges as you are.” Ryan growls through the phone. I tell him, “No shade. It's just that usually I'm the one who needs forgiving. I don't have a lot of practice being on the right side of an issue. It's a weird feeling.”

Ryan agrees, “You have done some horrible, horrible things.” I stick out my tongue at the phone. He senses it, “Put your tongue back in your mouth. Look, I could give you some pointers on how to hold on to anger.”

I laugh, “No, I'm good. Anyway, I've got a ring to clean up. Still think you should join us.”

Ryan declines. We hang up and I get it. He's disappointed that Buck hasn’t called him, yet. His pride is keeping him away. Oh well. I did have fun. Buck's a great guy. I wonder what he'd do to The Bat if I hadn't worn him out first? Hm. Something to think about for next time. With him on vacation and my flexible schedule, I'm sure we'll meet up again. After he wrestles Ryan.

I grab the mop and bucket then head back to clean up. Buck offers to help, but I can see he's wiped. I tell him he’s a guest, sending him to the showers.

Buck’s Got a Plan, Too

By the time I get to the locker room, Buck is showered in his old school white no-name briefs. They suit him, so I decide to let him know it.

I smile, “Buuuccckkk.”

The farmer laughs, “C’mon Cody, don't say my name like that unless you mean it.”

“Maybe I do. You're still pumped, plus you're rocking those tighty whiteys. Woof.”

Buck sheepishly smiles, “You're something else. You sure know how to make a guy feel good about himself. I'll never forget today. I need to bring you back to the farm.”

“Or you could always just stay in LA.”

I see Buck’s briefs moving at the suggestion. He holds up his hands in mock surrender, “Okay, we really gotta stop before you use your superpowers on me. I'm in a weakened condition and won't be able to resist.” I laugh as I head to my locker to grab my shower kit. Buck nervously says, “So, I wanna talk to you about a match.”

I spin around to look at him, surprised. “A match?”

“Yeah, that's right.”

I sigh, “Oh, Buck. Look, I'm flattered and I like wrestling with you, but I can't accept another private match with you when Ryan hasn't even had one. I think you need to tell him if you're not interested. Otherwise, it just makes things uncomfortable all the way around when he finds out you and I keep meeting up.”

“What? I'm interested in Ryan. I mean, I'm interested in wrestling him, but I know he's involved with that Pete guy. You’re with Jae, but I know Jae’s totally cool with us playing around. Pete doesn’t seem like the type to be okay with it. He comes across as real possessive.”

I frown, “Pete’s also a liar if he told you that him and Ryan are anything more than friends with benefits. Is that why you haven’t called him? Because of Pete?”

Buck looks surprised as he admits, “Pretty much.”

“I'm surprised Brody didn't set you right.”

“Oh, I can't talk about you guys with Brody these days.” I nod, feeling bad for not thinking of that. Buck reads my face, “Yeah, it's like that. Anyway, I just wanted to ask you before I called Ryan. I didn’t know his deal and I didn’t want to get between him and his man.”

I wave my hand, “There’s nothing for you to worry about. He has no man. Ryan's casually dating a few guys right now. None seriously. He's open for anything, especially you.”

“Really? Huh.” I see Buck processing that information. He finally replies, “Sorry, I got distracted. Okay, I’ll call him once I’ve recovered. Everyone says he's a real beast in the ring and I want him to get my best.”

I'm happy to get this explanation. So, he is into Ryan. Perfect. I head to the shower, but Buck stops me, “Wait. I still have to ask you about the match. I've got another guy in mind that I need to wrestle and only you can make it happen.”

“Oh, okay. Are you looking for a referral? I'll definitely vouch for you.”

“No, that's not it, but thanks. The match I want is here. I wanna wrestle for The Cave.”

My jaw drops, “Sorry, you what?”

“You heard me. I wanna wrestle for The Cave.”

I repeat slowly, “You. Want to wrestle. For The Cave?”

“Yeah.”

“Uh, no.”

“What?”

I breathe in deeply, “Buck, I'd love to have you on our roster, but that would only increase tensions between us and Rival. And between Brody and Javi. It'll just make things worse and I don't want that.”

Buck replies, “Well, I'm glad you care about that. It's nice. You talk about yourself like you're a bad guy, but you're really a good guy, Cody. But it's okay. I'm actually looking to fix things. And I'm pretty sure the best way I can help is here at The Cave.”

My eyes narrow, “Explain.” I listen as he runs through his idea. When he's done, I admit, “Okay, I get it. It is smart. Like something I might've come up with.”

“You did come up with it. Or at least you gave me the idea. Will you do it?”

I hesitate, “You realize that you're plotting against Ryan and me, too. And asking me to help you do it.”

Buck grins, “Not against you. Never against you, Cody. I'm plotting for you guys and with you guys. You'll feel better once this is done. Besides, don't you want to see what happens?”

I frown, “Hm, I really do. Fine, I'll try.”

“Great. We've got a Rival taping Saturday. You think you'll have the match set up by then? I'd like to tell Brody, but not until it's all confirmed.”

“Whoa, whoa, whoa. I said try.”

Buck scoffs, “That's as good as gold. Remember, you're the best.”

I laugh, “Yeah, yeah, nice try using my own awesomeness against me. First, you need to do something for me. Call Ryan. Set up a match. It'll help if you do it before I tell him about this. He's usually the nice one, but when it comes to holding grudges, he's the world champ.”

Buck happily agrees. I head to the shower and he finishes getting dressed. As I soap up, I think about him leaving in a couple of months. I bet I could get him to stay in LA permanently. It wouldn't even be that hard. I wonder if I should? Hm. I need to see where things go with Ryan first. If anything comes of their mutual attraction, there’s just no way I’ll let Buck leave.

First things first. There's Buck’s immediate request. He's successfully manipulating me, but I'm willing to go along. I find it endearing and it puts me in a good guy role, which I always like. I finish cleaning up, already working out how to get the match he wants set up.

To be continued …

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