The Cave Unleashed 6: Spartan vs Young Love

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Xaq’s Apartment.

“Of course, we're mainly hiring you because you're such an awesome muscle bitch.”

WHAT? I read the email again, unable to believe my eyes.

Me. Xaq. Awesome. Muscle.
Not that other word.

“… mainly hiring you because you're such an awesome muscle bitch.”

Fuck these pricks! Awesome? Yeah, I am. Muscle? The best. But calling ME a bitch? I need to calm down before I answer their email. Roberto’s so lucky him and his boyfriend aren't here. I'd kick both their asses right now. For free. So, I guess I'm lucky, too. Better I get paid for it.

It's so easy for these lightweight losers to talk tough with their fingers. I try to focus on the rest of the email. They love me. They think I'm amazing. They agree to all my terms, because it's their ultimate fantasy to be in the ring with me. No shit. My eyes keep coming back to that one line.

“… because you're such an awesome muscle bitch.”

FUCK! I have to adjust my cock in my shorts just thinking about beating on these two. Muscle bitch? I'm the fucking star of The Cave, a tough underground fight club. It's superhero-themed and I'm the biggest star in it. The number one hero AND villain. Pretty soon, I'll be the face of the whole damn place once the old fart owner retires and hands me his Bat identity.

“… awesome muscle bitch.”

Muscle bitch? FUCK NO! I tell myself, “Relax, Xaq. Get the money. Kick their asses. That's the best revenge.” Did they agree to all the rules? Yes. Okay then, we're on. About time. We've had a really long back-and-forth, but I'm finally agreeing to wrestle this couple on their first anniversary in a one-on-two tag match. Most guys would be scared of those odds, but I'm not most guys. I'm an unbeatable muscle freak.

I flex in front of the mirror. Yeah. Perfect. These lightweight losers don't know who they're messing with. See, I've made sure I'll win thanks to my new rules. I always win unless my opponent cheats, which has been happening too much lately. So many liars and fakes. Guys who're so intimidated by my power and skill that they break every rule just to try and compete. Weighted pads. Low blows. Fake pics. Foreign objects. You name it, they try it.

Roberto (L) and Antonio (R)

Roberto and Antonio want me so bad that they've agreed to a bunch of my new rules designed to prevent all that bullshit. Damn, how do I keep getting better? Seeing how huge and powerful I am, I know that in a fair fight, I can't lose. So, I've made sure it'll be a fair fight. They break my rules, I walk and they forfeit their cash. Since they've had to work so hard just to get in the ring with me, they won't want that.

Like one of my rules for them is that only one of them can be in the ring at the same time and no interference from the guy outside. So, it's basically like two one-on-one matches against skinny wimps. Like one of those chess guys who goes from table to table. When I'm bored with one, I'll toss him outside and beat down the other one.

I've made everything real clear and these guys don't stand a chance. All for a stupidly huge fee. Man, I've been under-charging so much for these private pro sessions. No matter how much I ask for, guys find a way to pay it. I guess it makes sense. Rare things are expensive. And I'm one-of-a-kind. It's a lot easier to get money than the privilege to wrestle with me.

Yeah, these two think I'm accepting a handicap match, but they're the ones who're handicapped. They don't have my muscles. My strength. My wrestling skill. My experience. My brains. Fuck, I can't stop looking at myself. My body is fucking sick. I'm the most ripped muscle freak in the world. No wonder these two saved up for months to pay my price.

Okay, I'm calm now. I email Antonio back that we're on. They will follow all my rules and I'm good with their stakes for me. I'll be their obedient muscle … “bitch” if they win, knowing that they won't. I end with the payment instructions. Within five minutes, my phone tells me he's paid up. Oh yeah, they want me bad.

Happy anniversary, losers.

The Cave Ring.

Call me Spartan. It's my villain identity. I don't get to use it much lately, because I decided to build my hero character up. These private matches are where I get a chance to use it mostly. Not that it matters. I'm still the same amazing wrestler who can crush anyone, but as Spartan, I act a little cockier when I'm punishing punks. Jobbers like these two idiots prefer attitude.

There's a huge mirror on the back wall of the ring area. It's supposed to help the action, but mostly it just gives me a shot to admire myself. When I wrestle as Spartan, I only wear brown leather briefs and boots. I don't need masks or pads or any of that. My full entry look includes a Greek warrior helmet and long red cape. That's what I'm wearing now.

Me. As Spartan.

In the mirror, I see the curtains part behind me. I turn and flex, giving them the full Spartan spectacular. As they walk in, they stop to check out my magnificence. I see them whispering to each other. They don't look happy. Maybe realizing what they signed up for. Yeah, guys, I really am this fucking big and ripped. Young Love finally walks closer so I can check them out.

Roberto is Cupid.

Antonio is Eros.

Young Love. What a fucking stupid tag team name. Roberto is called Cupid. Antonio is Eros. I'm supposed to be intimidated by them? At least they're committed to their jobber-ness, I guess. They've got matching gear. Pink trunks with white belts, big white hearts over their junk and their names on their butts. White knee pads, which they’ll need for worshipping me. And shiny white pro boots, both with pink hearts on them.

We're off to a good start. They're exactly as advertised. They look 20-21 years old, just like they said. Good looking guys. Both Latino. They're built pretty good. Not bodybuilders, but in decent shape for jobbers. And looks like their stats were honest. Cupid has short dark hair, 5’9”/160-lbs, thin with tight muscles. Eros has a thick mop on top, perfect for pulling him around by, 5’8”/160-lbs. Puny. Easy to lift and throw around. Easy to pin with my weight and strength advantage.

Now that I see them in their pink “Young Love” gear, I get why they agreed to all my rules. They're nothing but two jobbers looking to get crushed by a dominant muscleman. Why they're doing it as their first anniversary present to each other, I don't know, but -

Actually, that's a lie. I do know. I'm the best present any guy could get. I drop my cape and remove my helmet. I turn away from Young Love to flex my back for them. In the mirror, I can see them behind me, admiring me, too. Yeah, take it all in boys. This is what a real man looks like. I give them a show, going through my whole routine. I end with a most muscular then wait for their applause.

Okay, boys, clap for the muscle freak.
Then I'll destroy you.

Cupid just shrugs as he takes off his necklace, “Huh.”

Eros sighs and runs his fingers through his thick mop. Like really sighs. He says, “You should've told us you weren't in competition shape. I get that bodybuilders can't always be ripped, but we didn't realize you'd be so …” He puts his hand up and waves it in a circle like he's washing a window, “… puffy?”

PUFFY? Did he just say puffy? My jaw drops. Are they fucking kidding? I charge across the ring, screaming, “ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING? I'm fucking PERFECT! I could WIN ANY COMPETITION IN THE WORLD. RIGHT NOW!”

I jump down, ordering them to feel my abs. They do it wrong. I grab their hands, forcing them onto my stomach. “No, no, no! Run your fingers in the crevices! See how deep they are? Try to grab hold. Dig your fingers in. Can't do it! Try to squeeze them! You can't!” They just nod, like they don't feel it. “Punch them!” Pow. “HARDER!” THUD! THUD! THUD! I make them go until my abs are red. I tell them, “Still hard as a rock!”

Cupid shrugs, “If you say so. We just didn’t know it’d be such a round rock.”

Eros adds, “Well, talc is a rock, I guess.”

I make them rub my pecs. I make them punch them, too. THUD! THUD! THUD! Claw them. They can't make a dent, but still no reaction. I make them feel my biceps. I tell them to each hang off an arm. Still nothing. I get them to wrap their legs around my waist then squat down and up. I do three. THREE! I let them down, sweaty, red and a little sore, but pumped like fuck. I think my point is proven.

Young Love just look at each other. Cupid says, “You still want to do this?”

Eros shrugs, “We paid the money. And he's still Spartan. Just a beefier version. It'll be fine.”

BEEFIER? FINE? My jaw fucking hits the floor. Are these two really talking about bailing because I'm out of shape. Oh, fuck this. I'll show them who's out of shape. When I'm posing over their wrecked carcasses, I'll make them worship me and apologize for this. I slide back in the ring and tell them to put up or get lost.

They slide in then present themselves to me. I'm checking to make sure they're not cheating. I'm ready for anything and smart enough to find it. I feel Eros’ elbow pads. Soft. I check Cupid’s. Good. I feel around their trunks. Hm, Cupid is really packing. I look inside. Fuck, that's all him. Glad I'm not getting fucked by that monster. Guess I know who's the top.

I kneel down to check their knee pads and boots. I hear Eros say, “See, he still looks good on his knees. And the extra weight has made his butt even better.”

I look up, “WHAT? That's all muscle! It comes from having the best leg workout -“

Eros puts his hand in front of my face, stopping me. He says to his partner, “Once we're done crushing him, we'll still have fun owning Sparty Spice’s ass.”

Cupid replies, “Yeah, you're right. Like you said, he's still The Cave’s Spartan.”

I rise up and point a finger in each of their stupid faces, “Yeah, I'm still fucking Spartan and you two are about to learn what that means.”

Cupid answers for them, “We're counting on it, muscle bitch.” They smile and giggle. GIGGLE! Like that's a joke. Fuck these two assholes. It's so on.

Round One

Spartan vs. Cupid

The bigger one, Cupid, starts for them. Good. He looks tougher. Not tough, but tougher. I strike a killer double bicep flex. The tag jobber just crosses his arms across his sunken chest. He's nothing compared to me. It's probably settling in just how inferior he really is. I know they're just trying to throw me off my game. They have to be. I mean, look at me!

From the corner, Eros calls out, “Turn around and show us your ass. That's what we really care about. More cushion for the pushin’, right, Sparty Spice?”

I snarl at him, but focus on the lightweight loser in the ring. The one with the monster dick. Of course, when you're skinny like this guy, it's easier to have a big dick. As the pro, I take command. It's fun to just overwhelm amateurs early, using my experience and ring smarts. When you combine that with my muscles, it's no wonder I'm unbeatable.

We lock up and I throw Cupid back into the corner like he's nothing. CLANG! I flex again. We lock up again. I throw him back even harder. CLANG! As he sags on the turnbuckle, wondering what the hell he's gotten himself into, I flex and kiss my biceps. I see him nod and push out. We circle the ring. He's looking my body up and down, probably freaked out. He should be.

This time, I'm going to throw him so hard he's going to flip over the turnbuckle and crash to the floor. Let's see who's out of shape. I raise my arms and move at him. The coward ducks my charge. As he sneaks beside me, I feel his fist hit my abs. THUD! Pathetic. It's like a bee sting and I ignore it. He stops behind me and gets off three shots to my kidneys. POW! POW! POW!

I turn slowly to face him, pissed off. Like his - WHACK! OOF! I turn into a hard kick to my side. He kicks me again. WHACK! What is he? Some kind of ninja? I block the next one, pushing his leg aside. Idiot. Thinking he can - fuck. The lightweight loser uses the power of my block to spin all the way around. He drives the sole of his boot into my abs. THUD! OOF!

I bend forward, from surprise, not pain. My abs can take anything. As I do, he cheapshots me with a forearm to the side of my head. CRACK! I see stars and spin around. I feel a stinging slap on my leather-wrapped bubble butt. SPANK! He grabs under the back-leg openings and lifts my trunks halfway up my cheeks, saying, “That's better.”

I pull away and spin around. Now I'm getting angry. Punching and kicking and dodging isn't wrestling. As I turn to face Cupid, Eros sees my ass with my lifted trunks. He whistles then says, “Look at that jiggle. Woo, that's a sweet ass, Sparty Spice.” I ignore him. I bet he realizes his partner is in trouble. Since he can't interfere physically, he's trying to distract me.

We move in for another lockup. Cupid tries to go low, but I'm ready for him. I reach over his back and grab him around the waist. He grabs my leg and tries to trip me, but I'm too strong. I lift and flip him over, slamming him down on his back. WHAM! I wrap my hand around his throat then force him up to his feet. I lift then chokeslam him to the canvas. BOOM!

Cupid groans as I rise. I dust my hands off then put my left boot on his stomach. I flex for Eros as I press down, putting over 200-lbs of muscle into it. The pink puncher squirms under me. He can't move me. I shift my boot back and forth, really digging it in. Suddenly, he whips his legs back. He luckily connects with the back of my right knee as he shoves my left leg off him. He manages to send me stumbling off him.

As I right myself, Cupid rolls to his corner and tags in Eros. Coward.

TAG! Spartan vs. Eros

I smirk. The mop-head is bouncing around, his hair bouncing. If the bigger one couldn't do shit, what is this lightweight loser going to do? I move towards him. He leaps in the air and gives me a dropkick to the chest. WHOMP! I barely move as he lands like a cat on the mat. I beat my chest, mocking his pathetic attack.

I reach down for him, but he grabs behind my head. Before I know it, he's pulling and rolling me into a small package. ONE! I break free immediately and roll away. As I rise, Eros is already in the air. He flies into me with a cross body block. SPLAT! The little guy bounces off. I'm only pushed back one step. I go for him, but he somersaults to my left.

I turn and chase him, but he keeps flipping and flopping out reach. I finally corner him against the turnbuckles, slamming my powerful body on top of him. I feel the air leave him and I laugh. I might be sweating and breathing hard from chasing this punk, but I'm still the muscle freak and now he's going to feel it. I slam my weight on him again, really crushing him.

As Eros sags, I back up and tap his cheek, “You can only run for so long, punk.”

Eros looks to escape, but I just splash my 200-lbs of muscle on him for a third time. SPLAT! Yeah, that ends that. I scoop him up across my chiseled chest and parade him around the ring. He kicks and squirms, but I'm way too strong. I move in towards Cupid, taunting him as I hold his useless partner, “I'm going to do worse to you.”

Cupid shrugs, “Worse than carrying him around? Ooh, I'm real scared, muscle bitch.”

I growl then hoist Eros up higher. I flip him and bodyslam him to the mat. BOOM! The high-flying jobber rolls with the slam, reaching his corner. He gets to his knees and holds his back. I can see the pain on his face. Yeah, who's the bitch now? I flex in front of Young Love as they make the tag.

TAG! Spartan vs. Cupid

Cupid comes back in to face me. They got their shots in, but neither of these lightweight losers can hurt me. My abs might be red, but they're still harder than steel. We circle halfway around the ring. I hear Eros whistle at my ass, but I don't turn. I do decide to play mental games with them, though. They're messing with me, so I'm going to mess with them.

I tell Cupid, “Yeah, your man sure loves my ass. I guess he's not used to seeing a good one.”

“Yeah, he doesn't get to see a fat jiggly one like yours. Mine’s muscly. I do a lot of squats. You should try them. They'd tighten all that sagging up real nice.”

I growl and charge in. Cupid goes low. He grabs my left leg and lifts with all his strength. I get toppled onto my back. CRASH! He lifts my legs up, but I kick him back before he can do whatever he is planning. WHOA! I roll to my feet. Cupid moves in fast, right into a big clothesline that sends him down hard. WHACK! WHAM!

I go for a stomp, but he rolls out of the way. WHOMP! I jam my boot on the mat, paining shooting up my leg. ARGH! Cupid gets to a knee as I reach for him. He fires off fists to my abs. THUD! THUD! THUD! I step back as he fires fast punches that drive me backwards against the ropes. Fuck. THUD! THUD! THUD! I try to block, but he's like a boxer or something.

Okay, enough of this shit. I use the tension in the ropes to throw myself at him. I knock him down with a shoulder block. POW! WHAM! I go for an elbow drop, but he moves just in time. THWACK! Fuck! I roll up, shaking out my left elbow. Cupid kicks my left arm then grabs my wrist. He twists it then moves behind me with a hammerlock. ARGH!

Cupid reaches around my neck for a chokehold. I feel him tightening his grip. I power my arm down, but he kicks the back of my knee. PLOP! I drop to my knees and he pulls my hand higher up my back. Damn. No way. I'm not going to be controlled by this pink punching lightweight. I power my arm free, but with his hand free, he locks on a rear naked choke.

The guy's almost got it right. I gasp for air as he squeezes. I reach up and grab his arm. I throw myself forward, flipping him over my shoulder. He loses the lucky choke. I fall back on my ass, a little woozy. I scramble backwards to a neutral corner, never exposing my back. I use the ropes and turnbuckles to rise as Cupid moves in. He's hunched forward, fists ready.

I hold out my hand, signaling for him to wait. He rises, leaving himself wide open for me to charge out with a clothesline. WHOOSH! My arm sails over his head as he ducks just in time. I get punched in the back then his boot pushes me on the ass, sending me flying back into the corner, front first. CLANG! Cupid moves in, punching my back. THUD! THUD! THUD!

I grunt as I'm hammered in the back. It's like a fucking Chinese water torture. One shot is weak, but after enough, even a muscle god like me feels it. I fire out with a donkey kick and he backs off. I rise up and turn, but Cupid is back. He grabs me around the waist then lifts and spins, planting me on my back. BOOM! Fucking little asshole!

Cupid grabs my wrist then wraps his legs around my huge arm. He locks on the armlock, twisting and pulling. If I wasn't as powerful as I am, I'd be giving right now. But I am. I growl and flex my arm, stopping him from hyperextending it. I roll up and pull free. I fly back to the ropes, angry and a little frustrated.

“This isn't wrestling. This is some kind of MMA bullshit.”

From the side, Eros laughs, “It wouldn't be a Spartan match if he didn't whine about something being unfair. This is why you’re the best muscle bitch in the business.”

I look at the smaller stud to respond. As I do, Cupid launches himself at my abs. Too bad for him, I was faking. I see him coming and turn. He flies beside me and I grab him around the waist. I lift him up, flip him then bring him down onto my knee. CRACK! The MMA wannabe bounces off my leg onto the mat.

I rise and flex, “Now it's my turn.”

I grab a handful of Cupid's hair and pull him up. He pulls free then somersaults to my left. I try to stop him, but he reaches his corner and tags in Eros. SLAP!

Damnit. I'm getting tired of these two cowards running away just as I get control.

TAG! Spartan vs. Eros

In one smooth move, Eros leaps onto the top rope and springs off. He does a 180 flip in the air, his feet flying up. I move to catch him, but I'm frozen in surprise by the move. The little lightweight’s ass hits me right in the face. BAM! We fall backwards, him landing on top of me, sitting on my chest.

The guy springs off me, flipping in the air and coming down across my chest. SPLAT! OOF! He counts. ONE! I put my hands under his body and throw him off me with ease. He lands like a fucking cat, so when I roll to get up, I get a side kick to my chest. WHOMP! I fall to the side then roll away to my feet.

As soon as I'm up, I charge at him with a clothesline. He's so short and small that I just barely miss taking his head off. WHOOSH! I fly against the ropes, the steel cable cutting into my side under my armpit. It stretches far out of the ring then I ricochet backwards. I spin around, knowing words will be there waiting to take advantage. Lucky for me I've got great ring instincts.

I'm all set to grab the little lightweight loser, but he's gone. I hear ‘INCOMING!’ behind me, but before I can turn, I feel him. He must've climbed the corner, because he's coming down on me. As he plummets, Eros grabs my head and bulldogs me down. My surprise and his momentum sends us careening down. My head is driven into the canvas. CRACK! I'm seeing stars as I lie on the mat, unable to move.

Eros forces me onto my back then goes for another pin. ONE! His high-flying crap works up to a point, but no way can he pin me. I throw him off me again. He rolls into a crouch as I roll up to my feet. I reach for him, but he rolls away. I follow him around the ring, chasing him. Just like last time, he avoids me over and over. I'm sweating and breathing hard.

I stop and angrily point at him, “You going to wrestle me or what?”

Eros laughs, “I'm helping you work off that extra weight. It's really slowing you down.”

I growl and make a move at him. He leaps for a dropkick, but I swat his legs away. He falls to the mat, leaving him open for me to finally grab him. I whip him towards the corner. He runs in, but he's so bouncy that he doesn't hit. Eros smoothly hops onto the middle turnbuckle then leaps back at me with a cross body block.

This time, I'm ready. He hits, but I catch him. I don't waste time. I immediately spin and body slam him to the canvas. BOOM! Eros bounces and rolls over to take the pressure off his back. Try flying now, you lightweight loser. I grab him by his thick mop of hair and pull him up to his feet. I grab him by the neck and inner thigh. He struggles, but I'm so much stronger.

I gorilla press Eros into the air, holding him overhead with ease. I parade him around the ring in front of his partner, letting him see how useless the flying and the fists are. I'm the best and they're not in my class. I bend my arms and push up, doing shoulder presses with the 155-lbs wimp. Once I've visually made my point, I simply throw him up and walk out from under him.

Where's the SPLAT? I turn to see Eros landed softly. He is a fucking cat! I don't give a shit. I'll break all nine lives out of his pathetic ass. I move for him, but the little flipper somersaults past me and tags in his partner, the punchy one.

TAG! Spartan vs. Cupid

“It's just a matter of time before I catch you guys. And once I get my hands on you, you're done. I can crush your spine in a bearhug or pop your head like a zit with my legs.”

Cupid smirks, “Bring it on, muscle bitch.”

I move in, ready for his feet or fists. It's tough to adjust to their styles, but luckily, I'm so talented and powerful. Just like I figured, Cupid tries a kick. I almost laugh as I catch his leg, holding it up. I tell him, “I told you so. You're mine now.” The lightweight loser hops then suddenly leaps up, kicking his other leg up. He uses my grip as a fulcrum, getting his other boot up high enough to hit me in the head. CRACK! I see stars again.

As I shake off the sneaky shit move, Cupid moves in on me. He fires off rapid fire strikes to my side. POW! POW! POW! I swing at him, but he ducks, coming up under me and landing two more fists to my abs. THUD! THUD! Instead of playing his game, I decide to change things up. I barrel him, overwhelming him with my muscle. He can't block me as I tackle him down, crushing him under my 200-lbs of muscle. SPLAT!

I drag Cupid up by the hair and lock him into a bearhug. I go all out right away and he goes limp fast. I shake him up and down and back and forth, making sure he can't use those fists on my ears or temples. My muscles pump huge and he cries out. Now he's getting it. All his fancy kick boxing crap has just delayed the inevitable.

I move him close to his corner, taunting Eros. I whip him back and forth, letting his partner see how pathetic his big lover is compared to a real muscleman. Now who's out of shape? As I whip him around, his arms flail. I see Eros lunge out. Their hands touch before I can pull Cupid away. WHAP! Fuck. I throw my victim down in disgust.

It's okay. Now that I know their tricks, things are finally going my way.

TAG! Spartan vs. Eros

As Eros leaps onto the top turnbuckle, I back up, getting out of range of the high-flying punk. I point at my head, “I'm onto you now. You see what I did to the Pink Puncher there. Just imagine what I'm going to do to your flippy ass.”

The lightweight loser hops down, “Flippy ass? It's your flabby ass you should be thinking about. Thanks for doing that, by the way.”

“Doing what?”

“You know, doing something stupid, like giving up the tag, because you're so fucking cocky. It's so Spartan. It's what makes you, you. If you still had abs instead of that gut, this would be the perfect Cave match.”

I charge at him. I'll show him who has a gut! Eros dives out of the way. I fly into the corner hard. CLANG! I spin and roar. The high-flying lightweight does a dropkick to my knee. I easily dodge it. I reach down and grab him by the wrist. I pull him up and lock on a standing armbar. I twist the arm hard and he cries out. I kick out and put my boot right in his skinny body. WHOMP!

I lift his arm then twist even harder. I don't know my own strength, because I twist so hard that he does a 360, flipping all the way over and landing on his feet. He pulls free, grabbing my wrist instead. Suddenly, Eros is jumping up and putting his foot into my armpit. He falls back onto the mat, pulling me down with him. The tricky punk pulls down on my wrist and pushes up with his foot, hyperextending my arm. ARGH! I feel my shoulder stretch, but it holds.

As I back up, holding my arm, Eros rises in one smooth move. I play possum, letting him get too close then I lunge for his waist. He jumps up, rolling over my head, onto my back and landing behind me. Eros hops on my back. He goes for a sleeper, wrapping his legs around my waist in a body scissors. I grunt, fighting to stop him from getting it on right.

Eros tightens his grip and I suddenly start to feel woozy. Fuck. This lightweight loser could get me. I run backwards into the corner. I put all my weight behind it and crush him against the turnbuckle. SQUISH! I spin then lock on a front facelock. I pull him out of the corner as I grab hold of the side of his pink trunks. With almost no effort, I lift him up.

I hold him up, his feet pointing at the ceiling. I let the blood rush to his head so he can think about how weak and pathetic he is. Finally, I fall back and suplex him to the canvas. BOOM! Eros flops around in pain as I roll around onto my knees. I do a double bicep flex for Cupid then move on top of his helpless husband. I count.

ONE! Eros is so small and squirmy. He gets a shoulder up. I put him back down and hold his shoulder harder.

ONE! Fuck. He did it again. I had his right shoulder down, so the left pops up. I hook a leg then put all my 200-lbs of muscle on top of him.

ONE! FUCK! This little prick did it again.

I let go of him and roll off. I'm angry at his sneaky tricks. It's like wrestling a guy made of rubber or something. He doesn't fight like a real man and he doesn't go down like a man! Time to bearhug him. No one escapes my bearhug! I grab him by the wrist and pull him up to his feet. As I pull him into me, his legs go out. Wow, he must really be hurt.

Eros goes down, but he actually slides behind me. The lightweight loser grabs my butt cheeks then squeezes them. He says, “So soft.” With my no low blow rule, I don't need to worry about Eros getting over on me. He can't hurt me. All he can do is dodge my unmatched muscle freak power. Instead of turning around, I just flex my butt cheeks in his face, proving their all muscle, just like the rest of me.

As I hold my ass tight and hard, Eros slaps them hard. SMACK! His partner howls about how they jiggle. I march up to him and point in his face, “Nothing on me jiggles! I know this is a mind game! Your lies don't affect me!”

Cupid smirks, “Really, gordito? Then why are you standing here defending your puffy body to me when you should be thinking about Eros?”

Before I can answer, Eros flies in behind me. His momentum carries me forward, slamming my face into the top turnbuckle. CRACK! I bounce backwards, stunned. He grabs me under the chin. His knees are in my back and we're falling backwards in a backcracker. WHACK! When we land, his knees dig into my back and I arch back. Pain shoots through me as I fall to the side.

Eros spanks me again. SMACK! He laughs, “Like a bowl full of jelly, Sparty Spice.” He slaps his partner's hand.

TAG! Spartan vs. Cupid

I try to rise fast, but the Pink Puncher leaps over and lands on top of me. SPLAT! Cupid bounces off then starts in with his boots, keeping me down and wearing me out. THUD! THUD! THUD! I realize what they're doing. I'm working twice as hard as them. Eros has me running around the ring and Cupid is pounding my incredible muscles. It stops now!

I summon my strength and push up, ignoring the boots. Cupid backs off, but I charge at him. I'll overwhelm him again. I run right into an elbow to my temple. CRACK! The shot staggers me. The MMA wannabe starts in with the licks to my body, moving me around the ring. I try to block them, but he gets in some good shots under my defenses. WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!

Fuck, I'm starting to feel them now. Chinese water torture. After so many mosquito bites, these things are getting annoying. I swing my arm out, but he grabs my wrists then locks on an armbar. I get kicked in my chiseled 8-pack. THUD! I realize that he must be so jealous of my body that he wants to attack it. His envy is giving him the fuel to be so strong and fast.

Cupid spins me into a hammerlock then shoves me into the corner, pinned arm first. CLANG! Damn, they're getting my arm and shoulder, too. They're so jealous of everything about me. Cupid starts pounding my back again. POW! POW! POW! I throw my elbow back, actually catching him in the head. CRACK! I spin, but he's already falling towards his corner for another tag. SLAP! Now I have to start all over again. Again. I'm getting tired of this.

Why did I agree to this? I hate this set up. It's so unfair to me.

TAG! Spartan vs. Eros

Eros hops in and I'm ready for his tricks. He runs into the ropes and bounces off. I get ready to grab him, but instead of flying high, he flies in low at me with a dropkick to my knee. CRACK! FUCK! The impact sends me spinning then down onto my good knee. He plants his hands and does a donkey kick into my chest. THUD! I fly back, landing on my ass with my back on the bottom rope.

Like lightning, Eros is leaping and spinning, coming down with his boots on my stomach. THUD! OOF! I'm coughing like crazy as he hops off. He grabs me by my hair and pulls me forward. Eros runs back across the ring, ricochets off then comes at me with a dropkick to my pecs. WHOMP! I fly back, hitting the bottom rope and bouncing forward, right into a boot to the face. WHACK! I fall back, lying against the bottom rope, dazed.

As I lie there, I hear the pitter patter of his tiny feet, but I can't lift my head to see what the lightweight loser is doing. Suddenly, I feel his ass come crashing down on my chest. PLOP! He grabs the top rope and bounces on me in a bronco buster. The impact and bouncing has me moaning loud. Before I know it, Eros has his toothpick legs wrapped around my head.

Eros squeezes on the scissors. I could break the hold easily, except for his cheap shot to my head. Dirty fuck. The high-flying pink has my head feeling like it'll pop, but I don't give. Not to him. I throw myself to the side and carry him with me. He loses the pressure on the scissors and my head twists free. I throw myself away from the ropes, rolling into the ring.

As I shake out my head, I hear hands slap again.

TAG! Spartan vs. Cupid

I jump to my feet, ready to switch gears for Cupid’s fists and feet. I lift my arms up, but MMA-boy kicks underneath my defense, hitting me in the abs. THUD! OOF! I bend forward and drop to a knee, coughing. Fuck, my stomach feels like it's been hit by a Mack truck. I hate these skinny bitches and their mosquito bite punches.

Cupid grabs me around the waist from behind. He lifts me up into a reverse bearhug. Even skinny arms feel strong after all the abuse I've taken. Anyone else would be screaming their submission, but lucky for me, I'm tougher than that. I plant my feet then get ready to drive this guy back into the corner, but he lifts me up, twists and throws me down with a decent takedown. SPLAT! I land hard on my front as he backs off.

I try to move, but get distracted when Cupid grabs my ass. He squeezes my muscular ass cheeks then starts in with some humiliating spanking. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! These fuckers are obsessed with my ass! I get it, but I'm tired of it. I push up and flip myself over, whipping my legs up. I kick out and drive the MMA wannabe away. WHACK!

I push myself up to my feet, showing impressive stamina. Damn, I'm incredible. As I turn to lock up, I see Cupid flying at my midsection. Aw fuck. WHOMP! The shoulder block sends us right back down. WHAM! Cupid kneels between my legs then pounds away on my abs. THUD! THUD! THUD! I moan and cough as he relentlessly attacks my amazing 8-pack with jealousy -fueled strength.

Cupid finally stops then grabs my leg. He lifts it up then flips me over into a single leg crab. ARGH! I feel pain in my back and aching knee as he bends me. Cupid asks if I want to give. WHAT? I growl then plant my hands. I push up hard and fast while kicking my leg. I send him flying off me. When I roll onto my ass to rise, I realize that I kicked him right into his corner.

FUCK!

TAG! Spartan vs. Eros

I scramble up, but Eros is in the air, flying at me. Even I don't have time to brace myself, so we fly backwards. SPLASH! BOOM! I writhe under him, my breath gone for just a second. Flyboy pushes me over onto my stomach then does a handstand before coming down with both knees into my back. WHOMP! I groan as I get helped up by my hair and the back of my trunks.

Eros throws me to the ropes. I land on the middle one, holding onto as I recover. Suddenly, I hear running then in a blink then I see Eros with my superior peripheral vision. He's got hold of the top and middle rope as he swings around between them. The high-flying punk kicks me in the face. WHACK! I fly backwards off the ropes onto my back. I stare at the ceiling, blinking quickly.

I’m using my incredible resilience to recover faster than anyone. Just before I'm ready to spring up and kick his ass all over this ring, I see Eros leaping off the top turnbuckle. He spreads out in air then lands on top of me with a huge splash. SPLAT! OOF! He goes for a pin. ONE! TWO! I throw him off me then roll onto my side, coughing.

Eros kneels behind me. He slaps my ass, taunting me. SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! Cupid laughs about how my ass shakes as his high-flying husband moves over and tags in his partner. SLAP!

TAG! Spartan vs. Cupid

I force myself up, showing why I'm the biggest and toughest star in wrestling. I'm up to hand and knees when I get a hard kick to my abs. WHOMP! OOF! I flip over onto my back. As I look up, I see Cupid measuring me up. He comes down with a gut-punishing double axehandle to my 8-pack abs. THUD! I instinctively sit up, lifting right into an elbow to the forehead. CRACK!

Cupid fires more quick strikes to my abs. They must be so red. Eros says, “Look, you're beating some definition into Sparty Spice’s flabby gut!” Cupid laughs as he pushes me onto my side. He squeezes my ass, obsessed with how hot it is. Just like his partner. Of course, looking at them, I get it. I'm the hottest man they'll ever wrestle!

I'm refocused and I roll over. I don't even make it a quarter turn before Cupid has the back of my trunks. He grabs my luscious hair and pulls me back to him. I get pulled up then pushed, front first into the corner. I get more kidney punches. THUD! THUD! THUD! I push back, trying to take control back from the lucky lightweight, but he grabs me from behind around the waist.

With a big throw that must take all his strength, Cupid throws my 200-lbs of chiseled muscles over with a belly-to-back suplex. BOOM! I land hard on the back of my head and shoulders. I lie unmoving until he grabs my hair and forces me to sit up. Cupid locks on a rear naked choke. I fight it, keeping him from putting me out, but he gets it on pretty good.

I feel myself blacking out, but I manage to use my superior power to turn just enough to avoid it. I growl and psych myself up. This MMA-wannabe doesn't get how resilient I am. In the corner, I can see Eros rubbing the front of his trunks. He thinks this is ending. No way. AH! I see stars and my eyes close for a second. Okay, I need to break this now!

I power us up to our feet and Cupid's average choke turns into a pathetic side headlock. I push him off me and rise up. Cupid comes off the ropes and I brace for a shoulder block. He cowardly dodges and slips behind me again. He kicks the back of my right knee and I drop down. Side kicks to my arms and shoulders have my bobbing back and forth. WHOMP! POW! Just as I fall one way, he hits the other side and I lean the other way. POW! WHOMP!

Cupid steadies me by grabbing my hair. He chops my shoulders. WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! I tense up. I'm just about to rise up when I get hit with a sneaky kick between my shoulder blades that sends me sprawling onto the mats, face first. SPLAT! My abs, back, shoulders and arms are all aching, but mostly these two have worked to wear me down. I lie in a pool of my own sweat when I hear it.

SLAP! Cupid says, “He's all yours, love.”

Another fucking tag.

TAG! Spartan vs. Eros

Okay, Xaq. Focus. Time to kick some lightweight loser ass. Yeah, I've lasted longer against two cheaters and their dirty tactics like fists and high-flying than anyone else could. I mean, The Bat or Mr. Riddle or Captain Patriot would've all been submitted or pinned or knocked out by now. But that's not good enough for me. I want to win. I want to do what no one else can do.

I plant my hands to rise. Just before I do, Eros flies in, coming down with a leg drop that drives my face into the mat. SPLAT! I twitch on the canvas, lying face down in a puddle of my own sweat. Eros grabs my ass again. Fucking obsessed. He pushes me over, struggling because I'm such a muscle freak and he's such a weakling.

The bright lights blind me. Just another cheating move. Eros sits on my face, smothering me with his flat, pink-spandex ass. He reaches down my body. If he touches my bulge, I'm calling cheating and ending this. No low blows. Oh. He doesn't touch my tenting leather pouch. The high-flying punk grabs my leg and pulls it up, hooking my leg so I can't kick out of this pin.

Eros grabs my right arm. He lifts it then pushes it down to the mat.

ONE! I get it. Making me count my own pin. Fuck no.

TWO! I breathe in his musk as he sits on my face, his ankles holding my shoulders down. He lifts my arm again. He pushes it down. Again.

THREE! I can't stop it. Fuck, I actually lost a fall to these jerks.

Eros lets go of my leg then plants his hands on my granite chest. He pushes up then puts his boot on my pecs. I hear his husband cheering, so I know he's flexing. Fuck, this skinny high-flyer with no muscles is flexing over me? As he moves off me, I hear Eros promise, “Next one is all yours, babe. I'd make it quick. Sparty Spice can't take much more.”

Cupid laughs, “Yeah, I really thought he'd have more stamina, but it's okay. It's just that ass we want now.”

Round Two: Spartan vs. Cupid

FUCK! I stretch out in between rounds. I can't believe how lucky these assholes are. Young Love are cheating with these MMA and high-flying tactics, but I don't say anything. I just hold it in. It's just one fall. I know their game now. I know how to handle them. They can't beat me again. They literally cannot.

Cupid is waiting for me as the clock winds down. Just like The Cave. As soon as break time expires, we move to lock up. He tries to kick me, but I block it. I charge in, grabbing him around the throat. I lift him up and he squirms and fights. URK! I casually throw him away, right into the corner turnbuckles where he crashes in hard. CLANG!

I strike a double bicep pose, letting him know how done he is. No more tricks. No more games. Just pure Spartan domination. As I move in, Cupid somersaults to my left. I reach for him, but miss. He comes up as I'm spinning. I try for another lockup, but he ducks. Suddenly, he's behind me. Before I know it, he's slapping on a rear naked choke! NO!

I fight it, but he's got it locked on good. I drive him backwards into the corner, but he kicks back, his boot on the middle turnbuckle. It slows our push and he squeezes the choke harder. My eyes roll back in my head and my legs go limp. The only thing keeping me up is the choke itself. I wobble and my arms droop at my side. Cupid eases up and I drop to my knees.

I hear Cupid say, “This one’s for you, babe.”

Cupid reaches around my neck, locking my chin in his armpit. He leans me backwards, his knee buried in my powerful back. It pushes my hips and abs forward while my head I pulled back. I'm trapped in the kneeling dragon sleeper. Another hold I could easily break, but after the lucky choke, I'm fighting for focus. I hear Eros wolf whistle at me, my muscular body bent back and his husband owning me. For the moment.

I start to struggle, but Cupid tightens the grip. He taunts me, “I know eight ways to knock you out in seconds. This is the slowest, but it's the sexiest. Based on your bulge, you're loving it, you awesome muscle bitch.”

I can't respond. I feel his hand caressing my sculpted pecs, the biggest and best he's ever seen. I feel him adjusting positions. He gets me close to unconscious then shifts so I start to recover. The cocky asshole edges me for what seems like forever. I fight to stay awake, but when he lifts his arm again, everything goes black.

The Awesome Muscle Bitch.

SPLASH! I wake up with start, swinging my arms wildly as I sit up. My muscles ache and I'm breathing hard. Fuck, chasing little jobbers around is exhausting. But that's not why I was resting my eyes. I shake out my head. Water sprays off it and I remember. I was knocked out in the dragon sleeper. I see Eros smirking, holding a water bottle. That's how they woke me up.

Cupid reaches under my armpits and helps me up. I pull away, angrily. “I can stand on my own. Fuck, what a lucky win. You guys proud of cheating to a victory?”

They ask simultaneously, “Cheating?”

I point at both of them, “Yeah. That wasn't wrestling. Your MMA crap and your … well, I don't even know what to call what you did. Gymkata or whatever. I'm a wrestler! I expected a wrestling match!”

Cupid moves in on me. He rubs my red abs, “Fuck, I can't believe you're really like this. I thought it was an act, but this is you. You're exactly what we wanted.”

“What the fuck does that mean?”

Eros chimes in, “Dude, don't worry, we love that you're a bad sport. We laugh every match when you bitch about losing. It's hot when you do it then get your ass kicked again.” My jaw drops. He asks, “Is that what you want? To go again?”

I warn him, “You don't want any part of me now that I know your tricks.” I push Cupid away, showing him just a little of my power. This way he knows I've still got it.

Eros says, “Don't worry about us. We're worried about you. You look awfully tired. And you're carrying that extra weight around.”

I point at him, “THAT’S A LIE AND YOU KNOW IT! I'll crush you both right now!”

Cupid asks, “What about the rules?”

“FUCK THE RULES! I'm going to show you who's out of shape!”

Eros says, “If you're sure, Sparty Spice.”

“Oh, I'm sure. You've got no idea how much trouble you're in!”

“Uh huh. So, when do we start?”

“Right now!”

Round One. Again.

I see Eros prepping for a dropkick. As I look there, Cupid swings his leg around while I'm not looking at him. He connects right into my abs. I bend forward then get locked in a double front facelock. Young Love each grab a side of my trunks. Before I know it, they're flipping me over in a suplex. BOOM! I roll onto my side, grabbing for my back.

Eros says, “Now that's a wrestling move, isn't it?”

I get dragged up to a standing position then lifted up across their shoulders in a double torture rack. They bounce me up and down. I moan as they take advantage of Cupid's cheap shot. They drop me down then pose over me. Damn, I need a second to catch my breath, but they lift my legs up. Each one holds one of my boots as they stand on either side of me.

I hold up my hands and point at both of them, “Don't do it! I swear I'll - ARGH!” They do it. They pull my legs apart, making a wish and stretching my groin. I feel pain shoot through my whole crotch area from my perfect tear drop knees to my impossibly flat waist. I roll onto my side, my hands between my legs. I whimper (in a manly way) as they circle me.

Young Love uses their boots to push me flat onto the mat. They kneel down, planting their shins on my back to hold me down. I feel them grab the waistband of my leather trunks. They pull up hard. The soft leather gear doesn't stretch much, but it slides between my crack and crushes my manhood in front. I cry out and thrash, but they somehow keep control of me.

I kick my feet as I try to handle the intense pain. They grab my large muscular cheeks and start fondling them. They spread them apart and squeeze them. I moan. I suddenly feel teeth on my bubble butt. Each guy is biting my smooth white flesh and I cry out. They have their way with my spectacularly sculpted ass then slide off me.

Cupid grabs my arm and hair, dragging me up to my feet. He slides behind me, locking on a full nelson. I could break free easy, but the pain on my crotch area steals my focus. I stand awkwardly with my knees together because of my trunks. Eros rubs my abs then pounds them. THUD! THUD! THUD! The high-flyer isn't as rough as his partner, but I still feel the punches.

Eros grabs my crushed manhood. I warn him, “No low blows! It's against the rules!”

Behind me, Cupid laughs, “Didn't you say, ‘fuck the rules’?”

As Eros’ hand fondles my pouch, I tell them, “Not that rule! NOT THAT RULE!”

The smaller lightweight just playfully taps my bulge, “Aw, that's too bad, Sparty Spice. But it's okay. There's lots more we can do to you.”

I feel Cupid rub his bulge on my amazing ass, “And we're a lot more interested in this big FAT ass than your little junk.”

I growl and break the full nelson. I spin and push Cupid away, “There's no fat on my body! Stop saying that! And my MANHOOD isn't little or junk. It's just as awesome as the rest of me!”

Suddenly, I feel two boots slam into my back. WHOMP! Eros gives me a dropkick. I fly forward into Cupid’s arms. He lifts and flips me over in a belly-to-chiseled torso suplex. SPLAT! The MMA wannabe grabs my cheeks, “You're so cute when you act tough, you awesome muscle bitch. Our cute little gordito.” I get a condescending tap on my cheek.

Cupid slides on top of me, schoolboy pinning me down. He slides so his bulge is on my chin, his ankles on my shoulders. Behind him, Eros is there. He stomps my 8-pack abs. STOMP! STOMP! STOMP! I take the boots, unable to throw Cupid off me, because of the distractions. He pulls my face into his pouch, smothering my grunts as his partner ruthlessly stomps me. STOMP! STOMP! STOMP!

When the boots stop, I almost don't notice. Cupid lowers my face as I feel my legs rise. He says, “So you know what else is a wrestling move?” I feel Eros step around my legs then bend my left boot on top of my right knee. Oh no!

I say, “No! Not a - ARGH!”

“Yep. A figure-four leglock. See we know wrestling moves.”

I thrash wildly under Cupid as his partner tortures my tree trunk legs. The pain is so intense. Even with my unmatched pain tolerance and stamina, I still feel it. I beg for him to release my legs. They laugh about how I like to submit then act like I didn't. I don't do that. I only argue for good reason and I'm always right, but I'm in no position to argue now. Cupid orders me to be real clear.

I plead, finally saying what they want to hear, “I GIVE! I SUBMIT! UNCLE! UNCLE!”

Eros releases the leglock and I relax under Cupid. Thank Zeus that's over. Fuck. Eros kneels in front of Cupid, his pouch hovering over my forehead. Beating me has them hard, of course and they rub their spandex-wrapped manhoods together. Young Love makes out over me, kissing romantically. I'm still schoolboy pinned, but it's letting me rest up.

I look up between their bulging pink trunks as they enjoy their moment of domination. Probably the first one they've ever had. When they're finally done, Cupid slides off then they drag me up. They each slide under an arm. I'm surprised when they help me walk off the figure-four. I feel them playing with my amazing ass, but I don't care. I'm feeling better, but I act like I'm not.

I stop then plant my feet. I surprise them by pulling them each into a headlock. I squeeze them with my mighty muscles. My biceps press into their heads as I crush them against my unbreakable body. I walk the, around the ring, keeping them off-balance.

I laugh, “That was only one fall, you lightweight losers! TIME FOR ROUND TWO: SPARTAN’S REVENGE!”

Round Two. Again.

I jump up and down, jamming their heads and disorienting them. I throw them in front of me, slamming their heads together. CRACK! They stumble to the sides. I grab them each by the throat then lift and chokeslam them to the mat. BOOM! I kneel between them flexing my biceps. I'm so pumped and my sweat has me glowing under the bright ring lights.

I put my hands on their wimpy chests and count. ONE! They both raise their shoulders. Stupid move. I push myself up, but bend forward, resting my hands on my thighs. Whoa. I'm still a little tired, but nothing I can't push through. From the mat, Eros says, “Looking a little winded there, Sparty Spice.” I shoot him the finger, but it's a distraction. Fuck. Cupid whips his legs around mine and somehow manages to trip me onto the mat between them SPLAT!

They each grab one of my arms then lift them up. They pull them straight up then push forward, punishing my thick shoulders. Cupid slides onto my back, sitting on me. He takes my left wrist from Eros, holding me trapped. I fight to protect my shoulders, but his weight and position has me trapped. I can't break free.

I feel a hand spank my ass. SMACK! Fucking Eros! He grabs my ankles and lifts, applying some kind of modified crab. My legs are up, my arms are trapped and I feel shooting pain through my back and shoulders. I whimper under them, but I refuse to give. Oh fuck, it hurts, though. Too bad for them I have incredible pain tolerance. The best anyone's ever seen. UNH!

When they realize how impossibly resilient I am, Young Love lets me go. I lie on the canvas as Cupid gets off me. They drive their boots into my back. STOMP! STOMP! STOMP! I just lie there and take it. The heat must be up too high, because I'm really sweaty and feeling kind of tired. I try to push up, but fall back onto my front. SPLAT! UNH!

Eros asks, “Can you even get up, Sparty Spice?”

I remind him, “I've done twice as much work as you!”

Cupid laughs, “Lying around isn't work, muscle bitch.”

I don't respond. I am feeling tired. Maybe even exhausted. I switch supplements recently. Maybe that's why. I've got to switch back. As I realize my new regimen might not be as good as my old one (from an energy standpoint, I still look perfect), Young Love grab the back of my trunks and my hair, forcing me up to my feet.

Eros steps over my hip and locks me in an ab stretch. ARGH! He pushes me to the side and I feel the pain. In front of me, Cupid kisses his fists. Oh fuck, I know what's coming. The MMA wannabe is going to use me as a fucking heavy bag. Oh shit. I try to flip Eros, but I can't. I'm trapped. I moan, “No, no, no!” The bigger one just smiles.

Cupid fires the first fist at my left pec. THUD! OOF! He peppers my perfect torso with brutal punches. THUD! POW! THUD! I cry out with every shot. After a dozen fists, he focuses back on my left pec. THUD! THUD! THUD! I feel my incredible muscle almost giving. Water feels weak, but it can wear down mountains. Same thing here. This wimp is wearing my pec down!

Eros fights to keep us steady. I try to power free, but I can't. Cupid adds in pec chops, striking me hard. WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! I'm barely able to stand. Eros eases up and shifts his leg off me. I almost fall, but Young Love steadies me. Eros holds me up from behind by my hair and the waistband of my wedged leather trunks.

Cupid taps my face, forcing me to look at him. He kisses his right fist again and I brace for impact. He fires it right at my left pec. KAPOW! The heart punch sends me into spasms. Eros lets go and I collapse to the mat, quivering. Young Love forces me onto my back. They kick my hands from my chest then put their boots on my pecs. I gasp for breath as they start to count.

ONE! Fuck.

TWO! It's like the heart punch has me paralyzed.

THREE! I stare up at their stupid, cocky faces.

FOUR! They're just smiling down at me.

FIVE! Cupid has one hand on his massive bulge. Oh fuck.

SIX! I fight to lift my shoulders, but I can't.

SEVEN! Eros adjusts his smaller package and licks his lips.

EIGHT! Okay, now’s the time. Time for my big comeback.

NINE! My shoulders stay down.

TEN! Young Love dusts their hands and moves off me.

They won again.

Fuck.

The Awesome Muscle Bitch. For real this time.

FUCK! Fucking cheaters. It was MMA bullshit and high-flying gimmicks and double teaming. And what a pair of cowards. They ran to the corner and tagged so much because they couldn't handle me. Then it took both of them. Stupid jobbers. What a load of crap. One-on-one, I could've beaten them easy, but their gear got me off my game. And my energy level was unusually low because of those bad supplements.

Good thing I charged them so much.

I just lie on the mat, waiting for these two lightweights to decide what to do with me. With guys like this, there's a good chance they've never even been in a dominant position before. That's probably why it's taking them so long. You know they want me bad. Everyone does. But they're only getting this one shot with me, so the pressure’s on them to make it count.

Young Love moves to me. Cupid straddles my chest then kicks my arms out. He drops down, pinning me to the mat. He's lucky the match is over or I'd throw his ass off me. The guy is playing with his cock in his pink trunks. Damn, he's even bigger than I thought. He's a grow-er and a show-er. We just stare at each other then I look at the outline of his cock in his pink trunks. It's cut and thick. I lick some sweat off my lip that was bothering me.

Cupid smirks, “Yeah, lick those lips, boy. You can't wait for our cocks, can you?”

I'm about to answer when I feel Eros untying my boots. I lift my head, but I can't see anything with Cupid there. The cocky guy misreads my intention, thinking I'm trying to get at his rod. He laughs, “You're a hungry muscle bitch, aren't you?” He leans forward, smothering me with his bulge. He fishes out his cock then forces me to suck on the big fat head.

I go with it. I've got no choice. They technically followed my rules and got a lucky win. Cupid goes deeper until I'm gagging. He does a plank over me, lowering and raising his hips to pump his cock in and out. My left boot is off. The fat cock keeps getting bigger and I'm choking and convulsing on every drop. Cupid laughs, “Given how much practice you've had sucking a winner’s dick, I thought you'd be able to take anything.”

Eros peels off my right boot then grabs the waistband of my leather trunks. He peels them down. My cock springs to attention. It's pretty hard, so it actually feels good to be free. Eros says, “Keep going, babe. Looks like he's liking it. He's already hard and leaking.” The leather slides down my chiseled legs and I'm completely naked.

Cupid pulls out of my mouth. He slides back and sits on my chest again. The lucky winner smacks my face with his massive rod, taunting me. I close my eyes, but he orders me to keep them open and looking at him. Behind him, his boyfriend lifts my legs into the air and slides something on. Wait, they're dressing me? That's a first.

As Eros works, Cupid slides off. He pulls me to a seated position by my hair and I can see it's a jock they're putting me in. Cupid reaches under my armpits and lifts me up. I wobble on my feet, still a little off-balance. Cupid holds me until I can stand then says, “Aw, looks like we tired the muscle bitch out. No wonder he's so puffy. No cardio.”

I growl, but the jock gets my attention. It's so tight on my thick tree trunk thighs. Eros kneels and with better positioning, he works to finish putting me in the undersized gear.

I tell him, “It's too small. That's twink-size.”

Cupid smacks my ass, “Don't question us, muscle bitch. It's the perfect size. We want it tight. The straps will really lift and squeeze out this saggy bubble butt of yours. We'll have perfect access to your hole. And as for your junk, it'll be crushed just like we crushed you.”

I grunt as Eros fights with my hard-on to get it inside the pouch. It hurts as he manhandles me. I try to think of something to get it softer, but it's tough. Cupid doesn't help as he kneels behind me and starts playing with the straps. He fondles my butt cheeks, bouncing them and spreading them. Fuck, my cock is leaking.

I suggest, “Lemme pound out a quick load and maybe I'll fit in there.”

Cupid spanks me hard. SMACK! Eros looks up, “You don't touch this fucking piece of meat. Ever. Not unless we give you permission. You got it, muscle bitch?”

His boyfriend says, “We followed all your rules. Now, you need to follow ours. Consider it punishment for showing up out-of-shape.”

WHAT? I'm about to go off when Eros snaps the jock in place. OW! My cock is standing straight up, the waistband cutting across the middle of it. My head sticks out, pressed tight against my lower abs. MY RIPPED ABS. My perfectly cut 8-pack abs. Out of shape? These assholes wish they had definition like mine. They're in okay shape, but can't match my muscles. They're just messing with me. They're just messing with me. They're just messing with me. I look down. Yeah, I'm perfect. They're just messing with me.

Cupid grabs my hair and pulls my head up. Eros swats at my cock head. AH! I squirm while he tortures my throbbing dick. He smacks it. He flicks it with his fingers. He runs his tongue up it. Oh, fuck. The bigger one keeps hold of my hair while reaching around and playing with my perfect pecs. Damn. Eros pulls the waistband out then engulfs my head. Oh shit.

As I get used, Cupid kisses my neck then sticks his tongue in my ear. He whispers, “You're ours, you awesome muscle bitch. We bought you. We beat you. We fucking own you.”

I just moan. My cock throbs, getting even harder. It pulses in Eros’ mouth. He pulls off then flicks the head with his finger. I jump. He circles it with his finger. My cock is wet, so his finger slides easily. He rubs the leaking slit as he takes my left nipple in his mouth. I beg for him to stop. It's not until I warn him that I'm getting close to cumming that he pulls off.

Eros taps my face, “You're a good boy, aren't you? You love being an awesome muscle bitch.”

I shake my head, but they just laugh. They laugh at me. AT ME! I could crush either one of them in a second. They caress my powerful physique. I knew they were lying. They're basically worshipping me. I raise my shoulders back and puff out my chest. As they move around me, Cupid punches me in the abs. THUD! OOF! I wasn't expecting it, so I bend forward.

They laugh at my body for being soft. Cupid grabs my hair and forces my face into his inferior stomach. He rubs my face in his belly, lying that his gut is better. Eros spanks my ass. I just take it. I've got no choice. They're so lucky that I'm so honorable or I'd say fuck stakes and destroy them both. Instead, I let them have their fun from their fluke win.

As they move to either side of me, I'm still bent forward. They both grab me over the shoulder and between the legs. Suddenly, they lift then drop us down in a double gutbuster. OOF! I cough as I hang on their legs. Even after all their abuse, my abs can take anything, if I'm ready. I wasn't. I thought the wrestling part was over, so I wasn't prepared.

Eros slips out as Cupid fondles my ass. He puts his finger at my hole, telling me he can't wait to plow my fat ass. He jiggles it, saying there's one good thing to come from all the donuts I've obviously been shoving down my throat. FUCK! I've never eaten a donut in my life. I have the healthiest diet ever. EVER! Now I wonder if that new protein powder is really sugar-free?

As I hang there, Eros returns. He drops down and secures my dangling head between his pencil-thin thighs. He forces my hands up on my back, locking on a double hammerlock. I wonder what's happening until suddenly I feel a hard object strike my ass. SMACK! OW! It's like a paddle. I jerk with the surprise, but Eros has me tight.

They laugh as Eros says, “Do it, babe. I've got him. Muscle bitch is going nowhere.”

Cupid spanks my ass red with the paddle. SMACK! OW! SMACK! OW! SMACK! OW! They laugh and lie about how my ass jiggles. It doesn't. Cupid takes breaks to caress it and they talk about how amazing my ass is. It is. It's the best. SMACK! OW! SMACK! OW! SMACK! OW! I feel every shot and they start to really hurt. I beg him to stop.

SMACK! “OW! Please! Stop!” Of course, I can withstand anything, but I figure this will - SMACK! “OW! C’mon!” SMACK! “Please! Stop! Please! I GIVE! I GIVE!”

Eros says, “Wow, I think he's crying down there! You spanked a submission out of him. This muscle bitch can't stop giving.”

Cupid replies, “Then I guess it's time we start taking.”

Cupid wants his prize

I hear them kiss before Eros lets go of me and moves away. He grabs my hair and lifts my head. He runs his thumb under my left eye, wiping away a bead of sweat running from my eye. He licks it, “Yep, that's a tear. I love this muscle bitch.” He lets go, letting me collapse back down. Fuck, I'm tired. Tired of their crap, I mean.

Cupid pushes me off his leg hard. I roll over onto my back. I just lie there for a minute, but I need to bridge my hips ups, because my perfect bubble butt is sore from the paddling. I sit up and roll onto my right hip, because it stings too much to sit. I want to reach for my cock, trapped in the waistband of this too-small jock, but I know I'm not allowed to. Fuck.

Eros sees me looking down, “You want to touch it.” I look up at him and nod, mistaking his statement for a question. He kicks me onto my back and plants his shin on my chest. He swats my cock head. WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! I squirm under him. He asks, “There! Is that what you wanted?”

I whimper, “No!”

Cupid reappears, “Actually, I've got what he wants right here.” I look up and see him smacking a dildo on his palm. It looks big and hard. Uh oh. He smirks, “Eros made this. It's my cock. And now, it's your toy. Fuck yourself with it, muscle bitch.”

I gasp as Eros moves off. Cupid tosses the big dildo down to me with some lube. I get it ready then lift my left leg, rolling onto my side. I reach down and start to shove it inside me. Fuck, it hurts. I relax, trying to get it inside. I close my eyes to concentrate, but Eros smacks my face. SLAP! He orders me to keep my eyes open. No imagining another guy. Like I would. I was thinking about myself.

When I get it all the way in, I fuck myself with it. I moan as my hole is opened wide. The thing is huge. Lucky I've taken bigger from Mr. Riddle and The Bat. Still, it's humiliating and painful as I jam the thing in deep then slide it back. I get into a rhythm. The worst part is my cock in this fucking jock! It's rock hard and leaking onto my abs, but it hurts because it's trapped.

Cupid and Eros flex over me. They kiss and fondle each other as they watch me. They keep calling me their muscle bitch. Fuck them. I keep working, looking at their scrawny bodies and knowing I'm so much better than them. They still lie about me being out of shape, acting like they're more ripped than me. I want to scream NO ONE IS MORE RIPPED THAN ME, but I hold it in and focus on fucking myself.

I tell them how much the jock is hurting, begging them to let me take it off. They just laugh. Eros tells me he loves my begging. He says it's almost too bad he's going to shut me up with his cock. I gasp again, which just makes them laugh harder. Cupid lets me stop fucking myself with the rubber version of his dick. He says it's time for the real thing.

I'm ordered onto hands and knees. They move in, Cupid in back and Eros in front. The smaller one grabs my hair and lifts my head. He slaps my face with his hard dick. Of course, this fucking jobber loves being in control of a real alpha male like me. I feel Cupid grabs my hips and I tense up. I feel his sheathed cock slapping on my tender butt cheeks. WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! I fight to hold my position, but it stings.

Young Love simultaneously slide their cocks into my mouth and hole. I groan as they take me. They both plunge in deep and hold it. I fight to stay steady, my muscles quivering. I've got the most stamina in the world, but it's been a long day and even I can get a little tired. It's a relief when they finally start pumping. As one goes in, the other goes out and vice versa. The keep control of me by my hair and hips as the set a rhythm, in and out, in and out.

I start to fidget. My cock hurts. Eros pulls out and asks me what my problem is. I tell him it's my dick. He says, “Admit you love being our awesome muscle bitch and we'll let you play with it.”

I've got no choice, “I love being your awesome muscle bitch.”

“Yeah, you do. Okay you can touch yourself.” I reach under. I grab the tight waistband and stretch it out. I let out a sigh of relief as I slide the jock down. Eros slaps me, “NO! I never said you could take the jock off.”

Pumped and sweaty Eros
isn't giving me any slack

“But how can I - “

“Not my problem. You should've asked for that privilege.”

I suck up my pride, “Please, sir. Can I pull down the jock?”

I hear Cupid breathing hard behind me. He's never stopped pounding my hole. He says, “Apologize for showing up out of shape.”

“WHAT?” I'm shocked they're continuing with this lie. They already got their lucky win, but when Eros moves to gag me with his cock again, I realize I've got no choice. I blurt out, “I'm sorry, sirs. I'm always in great shape. I'm sorry I showed up out of shape for you.”

They laugh and let me slide the jock down to the base of my manhood. Eros slams his cock back in my mouth and they get in a rhythm. With my cock finally free and pointing down, I rub it. The leakage makes it slick as I work myself. I pick up speed, moaning as I'm fucked at both ends. It won't take long to pound one out and ease the pressure.

I slide my hand up and down faster. Cupid warns me not to shoot until they say it's okay. They've got something special planned. Damn, what could that be? It makes my cock throb even harder. I moan my agreement, afraid they'll take away my privilege and make me pull that jock back up over my shaft. I can't have that. I slow down and lighten my grip.

They keep working me as I just hold myself. Eros pulls out of my mouth and taps my face. He says, “You're gonna love this, muscle bitch.” He grabs my leather briefs, pulling them close. Why? Cupid rolls us back so I'm lying on top of him, his cock still inside me. Eros puts on a condom then moves in. Oh fuck. He lifts my legs up and I feel his head at my hole.

I beg, “No, please. I'll do anything.”

Cupid locks me in a full nelson. I'm held in place, my chin between my perfect pecs, looking down my sculpted body at Eros. He braces my legs against his shoulders then guides his dick inside me, too. I cry out from the double fuck, but they tell me to take it like the awesome muscle bitch I am. I groan as Eros pumps, sliding over his boyfriend's cock as I'm stretched beyond anything I've ever felt.

With one hand keeping their cocks in place, Eros reaches around my leg and grabs my cock. He smacks it around then grabs it tight. I'm gasping for breath as I try to hold it together. Fuck, these two! I cry and moan as I suffer. Eros starts to breathe heavily as he pounds me over his partner's thick rod. I feel my own cock getting ready to cum. I warn him, just like they wanted.

Eros slides out and Cupid releases me. He throws me off him, back onto hands and knees. The smaller guy grabs my leather trunks then my dangling cock. He milks me into the cup of my briefs. I whimper as he milks me. Cupid peels off the condom and fills my mouth with his massive dick. It doesn't take for me to shoot, exploding into my Spartan briefs. My whole body shakes as he drains me dry.

Cupid pulls out of my mouth then I see Eros put the cup of hot white seed under my face. The bigger wrestler forces my head down over my own cum. He demands that I lick it up. I've got no choice. I feel the stinging slaps on my ass as Eros spanks my tender red ass. I obey orders. Luckily, my cum tastes great. Must be my perfect diet. When they're satisfied, I get forced flat onto the canvas, my face pressed into the wet cup.

I suddenly feel Eros sitting on top of me. He lies back, our backs pressed against each other. OOF! More weight. Cupid must be up there, too. I hear Young Love kissing and moaning as they make out on top of me. It's like they're treating me as their very own muscle mattress. I feel them moving and shifting. Cupid’s legs between mine, spreading them wide. Occasionally a hand brushes my side, but they're mostly pretending to be more into each other than me.

They go at each hard. I grunt at the sudden shifts in weight. Cupid moves off and I can breathe. Eros gets off me then back on. He's flipped over and he puts one hand on the back of my head, pressing my face down into my trunks and the other on my shoulder. He slides inside me. I guess it's his turn to fuck me. I hear him seductively ask Cupid to take him.

Oh fuck. The bigger stud tops his lover on top of me. The smaller stud pushes down on me as his boyfriend pounds his ass. Every thrust from Cupid drives Eros deeper into me. I grunt as they fuck on me, Eros pressing down hard on my head and shoulder. I moan as the driving chain reaction fuck slams into my hole.

Both guys are gasping and moaning. They're screaming shit like, “YES! YES! OH FUCK! I LOVE YOU SO MUCH!” They slow down then pull out. I feel empty and exhausted. That's when the hot seed sprays on my perfect ass, still tenderized by these two cheaters. It must be both of them, each covering a red cheek, marking it as theirs.

I hear the two lovers kiss then they roll me onto my back. My trunks come with me, my dried cum making them stick to my handsome face. Cupid peels them off. He orders me to look at them as they rise. The two luckiest guys on Earth each put a boot on my heaving, sculpted chest. My pecs are broad enough to take both of them.

Young Love flexes over me, enjoying their victory. Making me watch them pump their puny muscles is just their way of mocking me one last time. They gather their stuff and take one last look at me, lying there. I bet I look amazing. Like some classical sculpture of Hercules resting after one of his labors. Only bigger and more muscular.

Anyway, the fact that they're just staring at me just shows that they were lying the whole time. I knew it. I mean, I'm fucking perfect. I writhe a little, subtly flexing for them. Cupid notices, “Look, the awesome muscle bitch is trying to show off for us. What a fucking jobber slut. Hey, muscle bitch, next time, you can pay us.” They laugh and hop out of the ring.

I lift my head as they walk away, side-by-side, arms wrapped around each other's waist. Eros rests his head against Cupid’s shoulder. They pause at the curtain. Young Love kiss then slip between the black fabric. When they disappear, I peel the tiny jock off all the way. I fluff my cock and balls. I sit up, but my ass is still so sore from the fuck and spanking. Their cum soaks into my ass and mine is all over my face, but I don't care.

I roll over and push up to hands and knees. Fuck. I'm so tired. I stand up and take a long look in the mirror. I'm too tired to lift my arms to flex, but it doesn't matter. I am fucking awesome muscle. They were right about that. Fuck, I need to clean up this ring. Instead of starting that, I lie back down and close my eyes. I think I earned a nap today.

The End