The Cave Undercard 25: Jungle Jamie vs. Valet

Cody’s Gym

“No thanks, Cody.”

“What? Jamie! You're turning down sex? You?”

Jamie's looking great.

“Ha! There's more to your offer than sex and you know it. I love wrestling for The Cave. You and Ryan are awesome. And I don't mind losing in a fair fight. You know that. But I don't really want to spend thirty minutes dealing with cheating, double teaming and humiliation from a couple of obnoxious douchebags.”

As I spot him on bench press, I let the sweaty stud know that I hear him and understand. “I hear you, Jamie. I do. And I understand. But Moneymaker isn't going to be there. It's just going to be Valet. There might be cheating and humiliation, but no double teaming.”

“Uh huh.”

Jamie's understandably wary about facing Valet.

I can hear the skepticism in Jamie’s voice. I try to reassure him, “Seriously. How about this? I will be watching with Jae, like usual. For you, we’ll be in gear. If Moneymaker shows up, The Bat and SuperStar will be right there to take care of him.”

Jamie racks the weight. He looks up at me past my sizable bulge with a pensive expression. He finally says, “You and Jae as my wingmen? I wouldn't mind that.” After a moment of silence, he sits up and says, “He can't shave my hair if I lose.”

I smile as he runs his hand through his thick mop of dirty blond curls. Jamie is a popular and successful porn actor and his hair is part of his signature look. He's a versatile hunk who can play everything from bottom-next-door to rugged blue collar top. We're lucky he loves wrestling and me (as a friend), because we could never afford him otherwise. It's one reason I give him free personal training in my gym.

Anyway, I knew that demand about his hair was coming, so I'm able to confirm, “Done. We already told him that. There’ll be no clippers allowed ringside and if he even tries sneaking them in, Ryan and Pete will drop their cameras and stop him. Ryan personally told Valet that they’ll also beat the crap out of him and shave his head.”

Jamie laughs, “I feel safer already.” He grins, “Is it bad that now I kind of want to see him try? It'd be awesome to see big Pete go to town on that brat.”

I smile, “That's why it won't happen. Valet’s scared of Ryan, but after his last match, he's terrified of Pete. And I also told him that we won't pay him and we’ll never hire him again.”

“Look at you, laying down the hammer.”

“Yep. Look, Valet is still tough and tricky. He even got up on Brody. So, don't take him lightly. But if he beats you, it'll be one-on-one and your hair will still be long and luscious. And if you win, you get a pretty punk to play with.”

“He is cute.” The lanky stud can't resist running his hands through his hair and shaking it out. “Okay, Jungle Jamie is in.”

The Wrestlers

The 6’2”/190-lbs hero named Jungle Jamie comes out of the locker room looking stunning as always. His costume is minimalist, just a skimpy leather loincloth tied on either side of his hip. The back flap is short and underneath, the loincloth is a g-string. Every time he moves, his flawless butt shows for all to see. In front, the small flap hangs down over the packed pouch, the hero’s big balls weighing it down in front. He's one of our few wrestlers who doesn't wear a mask, pads or boots. With his lean, sculpted body, furry chest and that beautiful mop of hair, he's a perfect jungle man fantasy.

Jungle Jamie

I send him out to film his entrance as Jae emerges with Valet. The 19-year old henchman is dressed in shiny black gear with gold accents, a reverse of his usual look. He wrestles in trunks, mask, pads and boots. For his entrance, he also has a bow tie and shirt cuffs around his wrists, held on by rhinestone dollar sign cufflinks.

The new look Valet.

As I warned Jamie, Valet is a sneaky fucker. At 5'9"/150-lbs, he's a lightweight in The Cave, but it's become increasingly evident that he is learning how to wrestle fast. Like I said, he even gave a challenge to Brody, a 230-lbs bodybuilder who can kick ass. The teen twink saunters up to me with a ton of arrogance, not missing his boss at all.

Valet looks at me in my Bat gear, just missing my cowl. He looks back at Jae in his SuperStar gear then back to me. He sneers, “You two got dressed up for nothing. I don't need back up to deal with Jungle Jobber out there.”

I smile, “Oh, don't worry about us. We like dressing like this.” Jae and I exchange a loving glance.

The henchman rolls his eyes, “Ugh. So, wanna search me?”

“No, I trust you to honor your word. Just like I'm sure you trust Ryan, Pete and me to honor ours.”

For just a split second, a flash of fear cracks the teen heel’s confident facade, but he quickly shrugs off the veiled threat. The lines were clearly drawn as no Moneymaker and no haircut. That still leaves him a lot of room to be the devious brat he is. He knows we won't interfere unless provoked. Valet smirks as he waits for me to send him out, psyching himself up.

I peek through the curtain. Ryan has all the intro video of Jungle Jamie that he needs. I wave Valet forward then send him out.

The Match

Jae and I are settled in the shadows, ready to enjoy a hot match. The guys are checking each other out. Jungle Jamie is in full character, bouncing and shifting like a good savage. Valet calmly watches and waits. Okay, time to get things going. I ring the bell.

DING! DING! DING!

The guys circle with Jamie squatting and moving. They dive in together for a lockup. The jungle hero forces the villainous Valet backwards into the corner. CLANG! He lifts his knee into the teen twink’s lean abs. THUD! The long-haired hunk unleashes a hard series of clubbing forearms that drives the smaller stud down to one knee.

Jungle Jamie grabs Valet by the neck then forces him up. He literally throws the heel across the ring, flipping him onto his back. BOOM! Valet skids to the opposite corner. He scrambles up and turns. The hairy hunk is already in the air. He lands on Valet’s thighs then grabs behind Valet's head. The hero falls back and monkey flips the villain over onto his butt. PLOP!

Valet bounces on his ass then spins and rolls up to his feet. Once again, he's slow compared to the high-energy hunk. Jungle Jamie is already in air, coming in with a flying shoulder block. WHACK! SPLAT! The teen heel is flattened back to the mat as the hairy hunk lands softly beside him. The hero springs up and flips over, splashing down on Valet. WHOMP!

Jungle Jamie grabs a wrist, dragging the stunned henchman up with him. He whips the teen villain into the ropes. Instead of bouncing off, Valet wisely grabs hold and stops his momentum. The hairy-cheated hero beats his chest and lets out a jungle cry, “AHH AH AH AHHHHHH AH AH AHHHH!” The heel henchman snarls in response as he moves away from the ropes.

The two studs lock up again. Once again, the taller stud overpowers Valet, but the tricky teen is ready. He shifts and lifts his knee, letting Jungle Jamie's momentum add to the impact. THUD! As the hero bends forward, the villain unleashes forearms to the back. WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! The hairy hunk drops to one knee, momentarily stunned.

Valet grabs hold of the thick mop of hair and pulls the handsome hero up. He pulls him into a front facelock then immediately falls back, driving Jungle Jamie’s head into the mat with a DDT. CRACK! The hairy hunk writhes on the canvas as the teen heel rises and puts his black boot on the back of the barefoot hero's head. He grinds it in, looking down with contempt.

The vicious villain threatens, “I’m going to beat you. I’m going to break you. I’m going to tame you. Then when I'm done with you, I’m going to send you crawling back to the jungle where you belong, you cheap Tarzan wannabe!”

As the teen twink grinds his boot, he leans down and slaps the bare-assed jungle hero on his smooth exposed bubble butt. SMACK! With Valet distracted, the hairy hunk tries to push the boot off his head. The heel henchman is ready. He grabs the wrist and an ankle from his long-haired victim. Valet simply falls back onto his ass and pulls, locking on a bow and arrow.

Valet pulls hard, obviously enjoying hearing the tall tanned jungle hero moan. The villain really cranks on the hold, really digging his boots deep into Jungle Jamie's back. Valet says, “You give, Boy?” The hero resists the torture. He asks, “Can you even speak, Tarzan?” The hairy hunk pans in pain, “Fuck, you're an idiot, aren't you, you jungle bitch?”

The treacherous teen releases the bow and arrow. He grabs a handful of hair and uses it to roughly control his prey. Valet drags and pulls, keeping Jungle Jamie off-balance. He forces the taller stud into the ropes then whips him off. The hero ricochets into a charging clothesline. WHACK! The handsome hero is flattened, but he rises fast, looking angry, but he's immediately hit with a boot to the midsection. THUD! OOF!

Valet grabs hold of Jungle Jamie's hair and pulls him back onto his outstretched leg. The hairy hero falls back into an over-the knee backbreaker, immediately moaning as his back is attacked again. The teen heel pushes down on the taller stud's chin and knee to hold him in place and bend him as much as possible.

“Struggle all you want I can hold this all day.” Valet lifts his hand off the knee then drives his elbow down into the stretched abs. THUD! He laughs as he grabs hold of the jungle man’s bulge, “So are you Tarzan or are you Boy?” Jungle Jamie just moans, so the henchman heel says, “Forgot you can’t speak. Whatever your name is, you're nothing!”

Jungle Jamie suddenly lifts his long legs. He whips them up and manages to catch Valet’s head between them. Suddenly, the villain is flipped over, his head hitting the mat before he lands on his back. The hairy hero rises as the treacherous teen holds his head and rolls onto his side. Now it's his turn to grab some hair. He drags the smaller stud to his feet.

Wasting no time, Jungle Jamie scoops the villain up then body slams him down. BOOM! Valet bounces then springs to his feet. He gets caught again, scooped up and put down. BOOM! The hairy hero forces the villain up again. This time, Valet reaches around, gripping the bare ass cheeks tightly. The teen roars and lifts, flipping the long-haired hunk over onto his back. WHAM! Valet punches the tight stomach, but he's quickly pushed off.

Both guys rise fast. Valet charges in, driving the hero into the ropes. He whips the barefoot brawler across the ring, but Jungle Jamie reverses their positions. The teen twink hits the ropes then bounces off, running right into a big bearhug. The smaller heel tries to break free, but the lanky hero is too strong. Jungle Jamie shakes his prey violently back-and-forth.

Valet moans loudly as he's crushed in the powerful vice. Like a python, the hairy hunk keeps tightening his grip with every breath. The teen henchman’s arms fall to the side and his head falls back as he dramatically gaps for air. Jungle Jamie lifts and shakes the 160-lbs of twink muscle causing his victim to flail about. As his arms swing, the villain suddenly whips his hand up, clocking the hero across the temple. CRACK!

The stunned hero manages to keep the bearhug, but Valet grabs a handful of hair and forces his head back. With the hairy hunk distracted, the heel henchman uses his other hand to execute a vicious eye rake. ARGH! Valet breaks free but keeps hold of the thick mop of hair. He draws his other arm back then fires it forward for another head shot. NO! Just in time, the jungle man’s vision clears. He blocks the shot then blasts his own elbow forward. CRACK!

Valet staggers backwards. Jungle Jamie reaches his long arms out. He palms the treacherous teen’s head, dragging him forward into a scoop. The hairy hero holds the heel across his chest before dropping him down into an over-the-knee backbreaker. CRACK! He pushes down on the hold, paying Valet back for trying the same move earlier.

The heel won't give so Jungle Jamie pushes him off his leg onto the mat. SPLAT! The hairy hunk drags Valet up with him. As he rises, the villain punches the lean tight abs with a solid fist. THUD! OOF! He grabs more of the hero’s mop, forcing him to stand up. Valet runs backs into the ropes then comes off with a big clothesline … that misses as the hero bridges back, letting the arm sail over him. WHOOSH!

Valet stumbles, his momentum causing him to stumble. The jungle man gets behind him, locking on a full nelson. ARGH! The villain moans. He tries to kick back between the hero's legs, but the hairy hunk is too tall. The leg does nothing. Jungle Jamie lifts and leans back, forcing Valet's boots off the canvas. The teen twink starts gasping as he hangs helplessly.

Jungle Jamie holds on, but no submission is coming. He lowers the heel henchman whose legs are too wobbly to stand. The hairy hunk lowers the villain to the canvas, keeping the nelson. He forces Valet’s head forward between his knees as he puts his weight on him. Still no submission. The hero changes tactics, sitting in behind the twink then locking on a body scissors.

Valet cries out as his body is once again crushed. This time, the vice is even stronger as the leg scissors dig in deeper than the bearhug could ever manage. The treacherous teen can't break free but he's not giving. He reaches for the jungle man’s toes. Before he can try anything, Jungle Jamie feels it. He rolls them over, throwing the lightweight onto his shoulders while maintaining the scissors.

The villain kicks his feet and somehow keeps his shoulder up. The hero rolls them back up then does it again. They roll around the ring, the young heel gasping and whimpering. When his shoulders are once again down, the hero releases the scissors and slides up. He keeps Valet cradled as he bridges backwards. His loincloth-wrapped bulge stands high and proud as his weight holds the slippery lightweight down.

ONE! Valet tries to throw the 190-lbs of jungle man off, but he can't.

TWO! Is the weight enough to keep the struggling twink’s shoulders down.?

THREE! And it is!

Jungle Jamie rolls off then looks to Ryan’s camera for confirmation. Thumbs up. First fall to the jungle hero. The hairy hunk rises then beats his chest, letting out a victory cry. Valet rolls onto his stomach and pounds the mat in frustration at having been pinned. He crawls to his corner as the happy hero bounces to his.

Round Two

Sweat has the long-haired hero’s tanned skin shining under the bright ring lights. His thick dirty blond hair is damp and darker, more primal looking. He looks incredible. Jungle Jamie sees the time winding down. He hops up onto the top turnbuckle in a crouch with his knees out. Yes, it's an amazing display of balance, but it's his stuffed pouch sagging below the short front flap of his loincloth and his smooth, silky inner thighs that’s getting all the attention right now.

Even Valet notices, staring at the handsome hunk perched perfectly. The teen heel stands in corner transfixed. He bites his bottom lip then licks his lips. I've been impressed with his focus up to now, but maybe this is too much for him. I glance at the clock as it counts down the final two seconds then ring the bell.

DING! DING! DING!

Jungle Jamie immediately leaps out into the middle of the ring. BOING! He lands softly then springs up at Valet. The twink villain is frozen, maybe confused. The hairy hunk is on his thighs in less than a second, grabbing behind his head. I'm not sure the smaller stud is even aware of what's happening as he's pulled forward and sent flying over in the monkey flip. WHAM!

Valet lands hard on his back but he scrambles to his feet quickly. Jungle Jamie does a cartwheel right towards the villain's, again distracting him. With his legs in the air, the hairy hunk grabs the teen heel in a head scissors then pulls him forward. Valet flips over landing hard on his ass. PLOP! He bounces twice then skids into the corner.

Jungle Jamie comes in behind with a foot to the middle of the villain’s back. WHACK! The hero then drops to one knee and drives Valet’s face into the bottom turnbuckle. THWOK! The teen twink bounces off, landing on his back. He's clearly stunned. The jungle hero is up in the air, coming down with his beautiful butt on Valet's chest. SPLAT! The heel coughs.

The hairy hunk moves off then grabs the teen heel by the head. He forces Valet up to his feet. The villain shows he's tough by shoving the bigger man away. He shakes out his head but doesn't move. Mistake. Jungle Jamie is immediately up with a big drop kick that sends the lightweight backwards into the corner. WHOMP! CLANG! Valet sags against the turnbuckles.

Jungle Jamie moves in. Valet tries to surprise him with a boot to the abs, but the hero easily swats it away. SMACK! The hairy hunk lifts his knee into the teen heel’s abs. THUD! As Valet bends forward, the bigger stud locks on a front facelock. He grabs behind Valet’s left leg then suplexes the lightweight over. BOOM! The hero holds onto the leg and bridges for a pin.

ONE!

The villain struggles against the cradle again. He can't move the 190-lbs of lanky muscle holding him down.

TWO!

Valet swings his right arm up, punching the hairy washboard abs. It's enough to break the pin and save him from losing the match. As both men roll to their hands and knees, Jungle Jamie is faster. He pulls the smaller stud into a front facelock the rolls him over into a small package pinning cradle. The lightweight kicks his feet as he desperately tries to escape.

ONE!

The teen heel wastes no time trying to power out. He grabs a handful of thick blond hair and pulls as hard and fast as he can. YANK! OW! It works and they roll apart again. Jungle Jamie is aggressive, grabbing Valet's ankle. He spins and rises, locking on a single leg crab. The villain won't give as he's bent in half, moaning and angrily pounding the mat in frustration.

It's a relentless assault from the jungle hero as he tries to keep the momentum going his way. I'm impressed by Valet's resilience as he fights to resist the single leg crab. Both men are sweating as the fast-paced match reaches a rest hold. Well, rest for the bigger stud, not the smaller one who's nearly bent in half.

With the villain not giving, Jungle Jamie stands up and switches to an ankle lock. He puts his bare foot on the back of Valet's head and pushes down as he twists the ankle. The teen heel cries out then gasps and moans loudly. The high-pitched squeals echo through the chamber. His right hand suddenly hovers over the canvas as he reaches his breaking point.

Jae and I rise as we watch the fluttering hand. Is this it? The whimpering young henchman looks like he's close to crying from the pain. His hand drops, but not to tap out a submission. No, Valet plants it firmly then pushes up as he twists. With the jungle hero on one foot, he's quickly thrown to the side, toppled onto his amazing ass.

Valet rolls onto hands and knees. He reaches for his aching ankle as he tests it. The hairy hunk comes in with a double axehandle to the back that flattens the villain back down. WHACK! SPLAT! The twink henchman lies on the mat moaning before he's dragged up to his feet. The jungle hero locks on an ab stretch, bending the smaller stud to the side.

The smooth teen suffers loudly in the hold, but it's a bad choice. I see exactly what's coming even though the hero doesn't. Sure enough, Valet’s hand closes around the thick mop of hair. He pulls hard. It distracts Jungle Jamie enough that the sneaky heel can slip free. He stands up then uses his other hand to rake the handsome hunk’s face. SCRATCH! ARGH!

Valet smoothly steps over the blinded hero and reverses the hold. He locks the ab stretch onto the lanky hunk, bending him sideways. I can tell he's using this as his own rest hold, his diabolical little brain working out his plan to turn this match around. He digs his knuckles into the stretched-out side, going for maximum punishment.

When the hairy hunk starts to power out, the young villain pounds his abs with big forearms to keep him in place. THUD! THUD! THUD! When Jungle Jamie still fights, one of those forearms goes low, Valet slamming his fist into the loincloth-wrapped bulge. SQUISH! AHHHHH! That takes the fight out of the big man long enough for the treacherous teen to shift positions.

Valet stands them up beside each other as he shifts his leg position. He pushes forward then pulls back sharply for a Russian leg sweep. BOOM! The impact stuns the jungle hero, allowing the teen terror to lock the hairy hunk's left leg between his own legs then lock the right leg against his shoulder. With a sharp thrust, the villain opens the lanky stud’s legs out wide.

Jungle Jamie moans and thrashes as his groin is torn apart. His smooth inner thighs are stretched and visibly tight as the young heel makes a wish. With his free hand, Valet caresses the inner thigh. He taunts, “C’mon, Tarzan boy! Give it up to your master! Otherwise this could get a lot worse.” The hairy hunk lifts his head, shaking his head, refusing to submit.

The vicious villain punches the inner left thigh. POW! The jungle hero convulses. More punches follow. POW! POW! POW! The pain is intense but the resulting twisting and thrashing from the suffering stud actually breaks the hold. Jungle Jamie kicks Valet away as he fights to get up.

Valet is up first. He grabs a wrist and a handful of hair, forcing the hero to rise. The teen heel pushes the jungle man to the ropes then whips him off. However, he doesn't let go of the hair. Instead, as Jamie runs forward, his head is pulled back. The hairy hunk's feet fly out from under him and he falls hard onto his neck and shoulders. WHAM!

The jungle hero holds his head as he lies at the villain's boots. Those boots get unleashed with Valet stomping the hairy washboard abs. STOMP! STOMP! STOMP! The teen terror grabs the thick mop of hair then drags his victim up into a front facelock. He immediately drops down, driving Jungle Jamie's forehead into the canvas with a DDT. CRACK! The loinclothed hunk lies unmoving.

Valet forces Jungle Jamie onto his back. As he lies across the quivering hero's chest, he can't help but reach down and pull the front loincloth flap up. He cups the sizable bulge, fondling it. “Looks like you're not going to get to use this today, monkey boy.” The teen henchman draws his hand up, running his finger up the sexy hairy torso. He smirks then slaps the mat.

ONE!

TWO!

THR -

NO!

The jungle hero somehow kicks out before the three-count. Valet looks to Ryan for confirmation, but my best friend points his thumb down. No pin. The villain pounds the mat in anger. Valet snarls, “Fuck you, monkey boy. You aren’t getting another chance!” He tries for another pin but this time, Jungle Jamie throws his shoulder up, rolling over onto his stomach and forcing the lightweight stud off.

Valet jumps on the jungle hero’s back. He reaches out and grabs the hairy hunk’s left ankle. He lifts it up like a single leg crab but instead he turns and drapes the leg over his left shoulder as he mounts the hero’s back. The villain forces the foot down and twists it. Jungle Jamie pounds the mat as the twink heel hyperextends his knee and foot.

The teen heel works the leg hold, smiling as he dominates the sexy jungle man. With his right hand, Valet grabs hold of the thick mop of hair and pulls up. Jungle Jamie cries out as he’s punished but he doesn’t give in. The smooth villain releases the leg then slides his legs up so he’s sitting on the hairy hunk’s back. He grabs the weakened hero’s arms and pulls up. Before he can react, the bigger stud is locked in a camel clutch.

Valet grabs at the hair. He pulls back roughly as he asks, “You like that, monkey boy? You know the word ‘give’ yet?” He lightly slaps the hairy hero’s face. TAP! TAP! TAP! “C’mon, monkey boy. You can say it.”

Jungle Jamie resists the camel clutch. He’s whimpering loudly, his hair still being cruelly used to force his head back. As he looks at the ceiling, his hairy chest heaves as he gasps to outlast the pain. I don’t know how much longer he can last but it doesn’t matter. Valet releases the hold. The villain rises as his victim moans on the mat, writhing in a pool of his own sweat.

Valet moves back. He grabs the hairy hunk’s ankles and lifts them up. The teen heel steps between the long legs then folds them under his armpits. He steps forward, locking on the crab variation as he faces forward. The villain leans forward, really bending the jungle man in half. Jungle Jamie’s feet approach his head, his back painfully bent the wrong way.

The jungle hero moans as he’s tested once again in a terrific submission move. His back loincloth flap hangs down covering the small of his back and exposing his smooth supple cheeks. The suffering stud tries to power up and out, but Valet digs his knuckles down between the shoulder blades. ARGH! That eliminates any resistance and dials up the pain.

Valet reaches out and grabs the jungle man’s wrists. He pulls the arms back and up. He can’t lift him up for a tear drop, but the hero is helpless. There’s no counter for him now. All he can do is fight to hold on. The pain and strain are evident from his high-pitched cries mixed with guttural grunts, his red shoulders and face, and the sweat covering his body.

The cumulative effect of the back torture is finally too much. Jungle Jamie wiggles his long fingers to tap the villain’s forearms. TAP! TAP! TAP! When no relief comes, he cries out, “GIVE! GIVE! GIVE!”

Valet releases the tall hunk’s wrists then lets his legs drop. He flexes over the moaning jungle hero, pressing his boot down on the bare butt. He lowers himself, lying on the ailing hero. He grabs hold of the thick mop of hair, using it to lift and turn Jungle Jamie's head. The teen villain humps the hero who moans favorably in response.

The villain reaches down and grabs hold of the jungle hero’s firm white ass. He kneads the left butt cheek as he whispers, “You look good down here. Like my very own bitch-skin rug.” He smiles as he rises, “Now stay down there like a good animal, you damn dirty ape.”

The heel henchman steps to the side but sees Jungle Jamie rising. He sneers then delivers another series of boots to the sore back. STOMP! STOMP! STOMP! “I told you to stay down! You're nothing. You're fucking nothing, monkey boy. Now wait until I'm in my corner. Then you can rise.” The hero doesn't move as the heel backs into his corner, watching the whole way.

Valet climbs up to sit on the top turnbuckle. The hairy hunk finally rises and crawls to his corner. The twink heel smirks and rubs his bulge as he watches the hero’s ass cheeks. They do look good as he moves across the ring. The villain mocks, “See, I knew you could be trained.”

I start the five-minute timer between rounds. It's all even but the smaller stud definitely seems like he's got the advantage now.

Round Three

It’s a pleasure to watch Jungle Jamie stretch out his back and legs. I do love that loincloth with the g-string under the back flap. It’s like he’s wearing nothing. And the way the pouch sags down between his legs. Sexy. I wonder if Jae would wear a loincloth? Proving that great minds think alike, my boyfriend leans in, “We really need to get a couple of loincloths.”

I laugh as the clock goes down to zero. I ring the bell.

DING! DING! DING!

Just like last round, the jungle man charges out of his corner. This time, Valet is ready. The teen heel is smart. He dodges the charge then actually pushes the hero from the behind. The hairy hunk flies front first into the corner. CLANG! Jungle Jamie bounces backwards right into a drop kick. WHACK! The villain’s boots drive the taller stud forward. He falls into the corner, tripping so that his face slams into the top turnbuckle. CLANG! CRACK!

Jungle Jamie slides down to one knee, shaking his head out as he grips the ropes to avoid going down. Valet moves in, grabbing hold of the hero’s thick mop of hair. He pulls hard, dragging the stunned stud out of the corner. The villain leads his prey to the middle of the ring and forces him to stand. He slaps the handsome hunk across the face, mocking him. SMACK! The hero’s head snaps to the right as he grips his cheek.

The hairy hunk rises and turns, looking angry, but Valet hammers his chest with a double axe handle. WHOMP! The hero grunts. The teen heel unleashes a series of vicious pec chops that drive the taller hunk backwards to the ropes. THWAK! THWAK! THWAK! Jungle Jamie takes the shots, his chest lined with red marks. He suddenly throws his arms out, shoving Valet away. The villain stumbles from the force before landing on his butt. PLOP!

Valet rises fast but Jungle Jamie dives at him faster. A shoulder block knocks him back down to the canvas. THUD! OOF! WHAM! The hairy hero drags the villain up, roughly shoving him into the corner. He smoothly climbs the ropes, moving in behind the teen heel. Before Valet can react, the jungle man slides his legs onto his shoulders and wraps his head into a scissors.

The taller stud pushes up on the ropes, lifting his ass off the turnbuckle as he squeezes his legs hard. The villain’s knees buckle as the pressure increases. Valet cries out, his face turning red from the power in the long, lanky legs. The teen heel struggles to keep his feet under him. He tries moving forward to pull Jungle Jamie out of the corner, but he doesn’t have the strength.

Valet claws at the legs that are crushing the life from him, but he can’t pry them apart. He desperately reaches back for the loincloth pouch, but the jungle man is way ahead of him. The hero suddenly throws himself forward. They fly forward and flip over in a somersault. Jungle Jamie lands softly as he whips the lightweight villain over onto his back. WHAM!

Jungle Jamie actually maintains the scissors, sitting up as he squeezes harder. Valet’s boots stomp the ring as he cries out from the pain. He’s disoriented from the flip, allowing the hero to lean forward and grab behind the teen heel’s legs. The hairy hunk leans back, forcing Valet into a cradle and pinning position. He counts the pin.

ONE! Valet starts fighting the pin, violently thrashing and kicking.

TWO! The lightweight stud grunts as he squirms for freedom.

THR - NO! Just in time, Valet manages to twist free and save himself. He rolls away from the hairy hunk, rising onto his knees and massaging his neck. He sneers at Jungle Jamie as the jungle hero beats his hairy chest. BAM! BAM! BAM! The teen heel rises and adjusts his bulge as he rolls his neck. They circle the ring, staring each other down.

Jungle Jamie moves in and the two young studs lock up. Suddenly, Valet grabs a handful of hair, pulling back. With his other hand, he rakes the handsome hero’s eyes. THRASH! ARGH! Damn, he keeps going for the hair and eyes. You’d think the jungle man would anticipate it. The smaller stud drops to one knee then throws his arm up between the long legs. His bicep slams into the sagging pouch. SQUISH! The blinded hero cries out then falls backwards against the ropes.

The jungle man whimpers as the smirking teen heel rises and dusts his hands. He slides out of the ring onto the apron behind the hairy hunk, immediately grabbing hold of the thick mop of hair. Valet pulls down, bending the taller hunk back over the top rope. The villain attacks the hairy pecs with more chops. THWAK! THWAK! THWAK! The loinclothed stud can only cry out.

Valet grabs the hair in both hands then jumps down. The weight stretches the top rope down. As he lands, the villain lets go. The tension in the rope sends Jungle Jamie flying forward. He lands face first on the mat. SPLAT! He reaches up and grabs his head as he writhes in the ring. His smooth flawless ass jiggles as his legs slide on the slick vinyl canvas.

The teen heel slides back in the ring, looking very proud of himself and his dirty tactics. Jungle Jamie senses danger. He struggles to rise to hands and knees. Valet leaps up, splashing down on the hero’s back. SPLAT! The villain bounces up then unleashes boots on the ailing stud. STOMP! STOMP! STOMP! He walks over the jungle man, digging his boot into the lower back.

Valet turns then uses his boot to roll the compliant hero onto his back. The jungle man writhes seductively, the front flap of his loincloth gathered at the waist and skewed to the side. His prominent pouch flops back and forth as he struggles to mount a comeback.

Jungle Jamie tries to rise but he’s stopped when the vicious villain suddenly steps to put his boots on either side of the hero’s head. Valet literally stands on the hero’s hair, holding him in place. The hairy hunk reaches for the boots to shove the lightweight heel off but his teen torturer bends forward and grabs his wrists. Valet rises, pulling the arms up.

The jungle man cries out as Valet pulls up on the arms. His boots hold the hero’s head down by his hair. The hairy hunk screams as the pressure increases on his hair as his shoulders are forced upwards. Jungle Jamie bridges his hips up to ease the pressure. The front loincloth flap falls onto his abs as he thrusts his wrapped manhood upwards.

Valet releases the hero’s wrists then lifts his boot. He drives the hard sole into the raised stomach, flattening the jungle man down. THUD! The smooth stud moves to the side then unleashes more boots to break his prey down. STOMP! STOMP! STOMP! he can see his prey weakening but the hero has enough left to roll away, avoiding another boot.

Jungle Jamie fights to rise but Valet is there with a stiff kick to the ribs. WHACK! The hairy hero flies to his right, rolling over onto his stomach. The treacherous teen is there immediately, once again seizing hold of the thick mop of hair. He drags the lanky stud to his feet. The vicious villain whips the hurting hunk around the ring by his hair.

The barefoot beauty cries out as he's spun around. He grips Valet’s wrists, fighting to relieve the pressure. His loincloth flops as he staggers to keep up. When the teen heel stops, Jungle Jamie wobbles then drops to one knee, clearly dizzy and dazed. The villain forces the wobbly hunk up to his feet then turns him around.

Valet tucks the loincloth flap into the waistband, exposing the hero’s tight bare ass. He spanks the smooth white flesh just because he can. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! Jungle Jamie shifts and struggles, but the tight grip on his hair holds him in place. The villain turns around, positioning them back-to-back. The heel henchman leans forward, using the thick mop to force the helpless hero up into a hangman hold.

The confident villain asks, “How’s that, monkey boy?” The hairy hunk cries out in response, his hair and back both hurting. “You even scream like Cheetah! Yeah, you're not Tarzan or Boy. You're fucking Cheetah. Yeah, scream like the monkey you are!”

Jungle Jamie obliges, crying out in a high-pitched voice as he's tortured. He reaches up and taps the villain’s forearms, signaling his surrender. He grunts out, “I give, I give, I GIVE!”

Valet drops the loser but doesn't celebrate his win. He looks down at the writhing, whimpering mess of jungle man with a sneer. He shakes his head, “No, no, no. Not like that. No, that was supposed to be a warmup, monkey boy. Let's try again.”

The victorious villain drags Jungle Jamie up again. He spins them around back-to-back into another hangman. Once again, the hero screams out in pain. Valet commands, “Don't you give! Don't you dare give!” He bounces in the hold, carefully supporting the 190-lbs of helpless hero muscle. He walks, doing a full lap around the ring before dropping the defeated jungle man back onto the mat.

Valet nods, “Better. That's how it was supposed to go. Because this, boy, is the real deal.”

The heel henchman uses Jungle Jamie's hair to drag him into a sitting position. The hairy hunk slumps over weakly, not resisting, knowing he's lost. This extra is just for show. Valet moves in behind, sitting down. He pulls the helpless hero's arms back then wraps his legs around the lanky stud’s shoulders. He locks his boots behind the jungle man’s head and lifts on the wrists for a painful leg nelson.

Jungle Jamie whimpers in the hold. He braces his bare feet, kicking them up and down as the pain increases. Pete moves to zoom up between his smooth legs as they spread out wide showing off his white inner legs. His hair hangs down and covers his face but there's no doubt that he's in pain. His cries grow louder and louder. Seconds later, he's giving again.

“GIVE! GIVE! GIVE!”

This time, Valet doesn't release the hold. He only lets go of the wrists. The lightweight heel crunches up and reaches out, grasping the thick hair hanging on either side of his locked black boots. He pulls back on the jungle man’s head, forcing it up against his boots and testing the strength of the roots. Now I can see his handsome face etched with pain. Yikes.

Valet taunts, “Say it again, monkey boy! Let everyone see your pretty face when you scream your submission.”

Jungle Jamie’s bare feet stomp the canvas as he cries out, “GIVE! GIVE! GIVE!”

Valet lets go of the hair and opens his legs. The hairy hunk collapses the side, a quivering, whimpering mess of a man. The heel henchman rises then uses his boot to put the loinclothed carcass on its back. He puts his boot squarely on the hairy chest and flexes over the defeated hunk. He's proven himself once again. Jamie’s not huge but he's definitely bigger and had all the advantages on paper.

The villain steps away and flexes for the camera. He says, “I said I'd beat him. Did that. I said I'd break him. Did that. Did you hear him scream? Yeah, you did. You probably shot your load, didn't you? Better hit pause and load up some more, boys.” Valet grabs his tenting trunks, “Because now I'm going to tame him.”

Valet moves to look right into Ryan’s camera, “This is for you, Moneymaker!”

Taming the Beast

Valet stands over the writhing jungle man. His chest heaves as he surveys the loser. He looks to Ryan's camera. My buddy lifts his head and stares back. The twink’s not really going to try something is he? He looks away, breaking the staring contest then looks back down at Jungle Jamie Ross. With a nod, the winner reaches down and grabs a handful of hair.

The taller stud is forced to his knees by his hair then up to his feet. He's dragged to the corner then forced in front first. Jungle Jamie hangs over the top turnbuckle, regaining his strength. Valet casually pulls on the loincloth strings, unfastening the leather cover. It falls away, exposing the loser’s smooth, supple ass. The henchman gives it a stinging slap. SMACK!

Valet rolls the leather loincloth into a long strip. He slams his forearm into Jungle Jamie’s back. WHACK! The loser stands up and reaches for his back. The teen twink grabs the hairy stud’s wrists and pulls then behind his back. He uses the leather loincloth to bind the wrists together, tying them tightly. The winner grabs the compliant loser by the hair and leads him back to the center of the ring.

The henchman controls the jungle man by the hair, pulling him to stand tall. He runs his hand over the hairy sculpted chest and down the flat stomach down to the neatly trimmed pelvis. Valet grabs the semi-hard cock and fondles it. The helpless hunk can only wait. Not that he seems to mind. His shaft swells up to its impressive full size. Jungle Jamie’s a pro.

Valet kicks the side of the jungle hero’s left knee. WHACK! It drops the loser to his knees. The teen heel grabs hold of the thick mop of hair again. This time, he forces Jungle Jamie’s face into his spandex-covered crotch. The victorious villain humps the hairy hunk's handsome features, humiliating him and making sure he knows who's the boss.

The kneeling hunk’s long rod bounces up and down as he's manhandled. He opens his mouth and starts suckling on the bulge. Valet smirks, loving the show of complete submission. Hey, he earned it. He won fair and square. Well, fair in Cave terms. Low blows and eye rakes are definitely dirty but expected. It's not like we're disqualifying anyone for rough play.

Valet pulls the jungle hero's mouth away. He fishes out the laces of his trunks, letting the neat white bow hang in front. The teen twink pulls Jungle Jamie’s face back. The hairy hunk needs no instruction. He grabs the dangling lace and pulls with his teeth, untying the bow. He lifts himself up then nuzzles his face in tight. The porn hunk bites into the black waistband.

Jungle Jamie expertly pulls back and down, yanking the black trunks out and over the victorious villain's manhood. The helpless hero lowers himself, sinking down. His weight and tight bite are enough to pull the trunks down onto the teen heel's thighs. That's all he can do, but it's enough, because he gets hair-pulled back to kneeling then impaled on Valet’s cock.

The henchman face fucks his conquest, taking his time. From his moaning and the hardness of his dick, he's clearly enjoying every second of this. Valet probably doesn't get time on top with his boss Moneymaker, but from what I've seen, he's got the attitude and ability of a good dom. The twink heel pounds the bound hero’s face relentlessly, calling him ‘boy’ and talking about how he's going to tame the jungle stud.

Valet finally pulls out. He finishes pulling his trunks off then pushes the sweaty black spandex into Jungle Jamie’s mouth. Taking another solid grip on the thick dirty blond mop, the teen heel drags the helpless hero to the ropes. He pushes his victim's head over the middle rope before forcing him to stand. With his legs inside the ring and torso outside, the loser is locked in.

The victorious villain holds the hair as he finger fucks the jungle hero’s hole. He adds in some spanking as he taunts the loser about laws of the wild and how Jamie is his bitch now. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! The hairy hunk moans approvingly as he's controlled. His cock stretches out over the apron, still rock hard as he's dominated by the smaller winner.

Valet lets go of the hair to sheathe his cock then immediately grabs hold again. With his free hand, he guides his purple head between the tight round cheeks then drives inside the jungle hero. AHHH! Jungle Jamie lets out a cry as he's penetrated then gasps as his twink dominator starts thrusting deeper and deeper inside him.

The hero's powerless with his wrists bound, his body locked in place by the wrapped steel ring ropes and his thick mop pulled back and down. His moans fill the arena as he stares at the ceiling. His hairy chest stands high and proud, belying his status as tamed beast. Valet’s muscles are tight and popping as he pounds his prey, savoring the moment.

The fucking gets harder but stays controlled. The teen heel keeps his control, making sure this lasts as long as it can. Valet holds out, but he can't hold back. He pulls out, releasing Jungle Jamie’s hair. The helpless hero falls forward, hanging halfway inside and outside the ring. The villain pulls him back into the ring, sending him sprawling face first onto the canvas. SPLAT!

Valet mounts the jungle hero's back then jerks his cock. He is quickly gasping before unleashing his load onto the loser's thick hair. The hot white seed erupts in ropes that line the luscious mop of hair. The teen heel milks himself dry, wiping the final drops off on his conquest’s neck. The young stud flexes his arms before rising to his feet.

Jungle Jamie lies on the mat, unmoving. Valet goes down to one knee in front of him. He slides his right boot under the loser’s face. He says, “Clean my boot, boy.” As the teen heel pulls on the thick mop of hair, the defeated hero pushes up onto his elbows. He’s guided over the leather boot, but he willingly lowers his face down, extending his tongue.

With the young henchman holding the hair up, we get a full view of the broken beast’s obedient submission as he licks and mouths the slick black leather. Valet just smiles as the jungle hero goes to work. The humiliated hunk’s legs shift and his ass visibly tightens as he works to please his new teen master. Finally, Valet let’s go of the hair and rises, letting the exhausted Jungle Jamie collapse back down into the pool of sweat.

The victorious villain plants his newly polished boot on Jungle Jamie's back. He flexes again, letting the cameras capture the finale of his dominating performance. Before the teen heel leaves the ring, he unties the bound wrists. He uses the cum-soaked hair to force the hairy hunk to his hands and knees. Valet forces the loser to crawl beside him out of the ring and all the way down the aisle, led like a tamed jungle beast.

Valet stares into the camera, “I really hope those losers Blue Arrow and Bird Boy were watching real close because your time is coming, bitches. And that goes for everyone. Moneymaker and Valet will own all your asses!”

Ryan captures the final moments of the bare-assed duo before they exit through the curtain. Valet said he’d beat, break and tame the hairy jungle hunk and he certainly has. Great job.

Taking Care of Business

“Great job, Valet. You're on the way to being one of our stars.”

The lean stud sneers, “Big deal. It's not like you respect your stars anyway.”

Valet wants me gone.

I smirk, “I'm sensing some bitterness.”

“Of course, I'm bitter. You mock and abuse a great man like Moneymaker then expect me to be happy with a little praise from you?”

I put down my clipboard, “Now hold on. Yes, I tease him, but I've done nothing to Miguel. He's an awesome physical specimen and a very popular wrestler. I always respect him for that. Anything that's happened that he doesn't like, he's done to himself.”

“Whatever.”

Just then, Jamie enters the locker room. He's holding his shower kit and a towel. He's about to speak, but Valet snaps his fingers and points to the shower room. The handsome porn star looks from him to me then back to him then silently moves past us to the showers. As he enters, he turns and winks at me. I smile as I hear the water start up. I love Jamie.

Valet asks, “Can I just sign? I want to get to round two with monkey boy.”

I hand him the clipboard. As he reads the form, I ask, “So when is Miguel coming back?”

Valet hesitates then says softly, “I don't know.”

Hm. Not the answer I wanted to hear. This is obviously more serious than I thought. I’m not letting one of our best sellers go without a fight. “Okay. Look, why are you so loyal to him?”

“That's none of your business.”

I nod, “Fair enough. It's not. But I do think you’re truly loyal. Do you think he should quit?” The twink henchman shrugs, but I can tell he doesn’t. His presence here is proof of that. I explain, “If you don’t, do something about it.”

“Me? I’m the only one who has his back. I think you need to get down on your knees and beg him to return. Show him the respect he deserves. He’s got lots of offers. He can go anywhere.”

“And you think it’ll be different somewhere else?” No answer. I continue, “I’m not getting on my knees and begging. The last thing Miguel needs is another sycophant. He probably wants one, but he doesn't need one. What he needs is a kick in his big, muscular ass.”

“Yeah, right.”

“It’s true. I’ve known him longer than you. I’ve worked with him longer than you. I’ve seen him be successful. The best tag team we’ve ever had, in fact.”

“With Night? You saw what we did to that loser. He's nothing.”

I take the clipboard but put my other hand on his shoulder and look into his eyes. It startles him, but it also controls his focus. He doesn’t need to be thinking about what waiting for him in the shower or at home. He needs to think about what I’m saying. With all his attention now on me, I decide to get real. “Yeah? You really think Javi is the loser here?”

Valet shrugs, “Crushed. Shaved. Humiliated. Gone. Yeah, I'd say he's the loser.”

“But look at what's happened since the unbeatable tag team of Night and Day broke up. Javi’s still wrestling. Not here but he started his own wrestling video company. He's got friends, hot action and he's making his dream happen. He's not at home pouting because people are mean to him. He's got control of his life. That’s called winning.”

“Maybe to you.”

I ignore the comment, “Meanwhile, Day’s gone from unbeaten tag stud to a solo stud who can't beat jobbers like Micah without your help. And he can’t beat studs like me or Buck even with it. Now you're saying he's afraid to come back so he’s going to run somewhere else with his tail between his legs. Which guy would you rather be?”

Valet stares at me, “That's not fair.”

“Isn't it? He's lazy. Not in the gym, obviously, but wrestling requires focus, preparation and training. I've seen no new moves from him. I've seen no preparation for his opponents. His first solo match? He challenged me then came in like he was going to fight some lightweight jobber. And he didn't press me for details on Buck at all. Just heard how I beat him and moved on.”

“What're you saying?”

“I'm saying that he's not putting in the work he needs to if he wants to win. He’s relied on muscle and your help, but now he’s sulking because it wasn’t enough? That's not my fault. You want to be bitter? Be bitter at your boss for not trying hard enough. And anywhere he goes he’s going get chewed up again unless he works harder. He might as well come back here.”

“Okay, you've made your point.”

“Have I? Maybe Javi was hard on him because he had to be. Maybe after six years together, he knew the guy better than you. Maybe he needs to be managed not valet-ed. Someone to be the brains to his muscle. Maybe a leader is exactly what Miguel needs. Some guys do.”

Valet’s eyes narrow, “Like your little bitch Xaq? Your approach isn’t stopping him from being a jobber. Or using your ring for his private matches. And you didn’t have a clue, boss.” I don't react or respond because I knew that. Valet searches for some sign of surprise on my face. He’s disappointed when he doesn’t find one. He nods, “Okay, maybe you did have a clue. I still don’t see how you’ve helped him.”

“Xaq and Miguel are completely different cases. Look, listen to me or don’t. I’m just telling you what I know. And I’m pretty smart when it comes to guys.”

“You’re smart enough to want Moneymaker back. That's all this is about.”

“You're right. He's an asset to The Cave. I've told him that I would book him any day and twice on Sunday. I meant that. I really don't care if he's a huge muscle jobber or an unstoppable beast. But if he’s going to act like a big baby every time things don't go right then I want someone to help make things go right in the future. Don't you?”

“I guess.”

“Okay then. Look, if that’s not you, let me know. I can find someone else. Maybe I’ll even offer to train him myself. I’ve got enough tough love to go around.”

Oh, Valet doesn't like that idea. I can see the wheels turning in his brain. I move to leave him to finish his fun with Jamie. He grabs his shower kit and heads off into the shower. He's a devious little guy. I've guided him in the right direction, but can he use what I said? I'll give him a few days, but I really do want Moneymaker back making videos for us quickly.

In the ring area, I find Jae cleaning up while Ryan and Pete download their footage. He confirms that Jamie is doing fine. I tell him I know, explaining what Jamie and Valet are up to in the shower. He smiles, asking if that's what I was doing in the locker room for so long.

I shake my head and smile, “No, I left them to play on their own. I was just taking care of business.”

The End