The Cave: The Adventures of SuperStar 17

Cody’s Place.

“I don't see why I'm being punished because you took on an idiot for a sidekick, Cody.”

I'm not happy.

My boyfriend tilts his head and gives me a silent ‘relax’ look with a flirty smirk. I scowl back with a ‘no, I won’t relax and don’t try to flirt your way out of this’ look. I like that we've reached the point where we know what we're thinking without speaking. However, in this case, we'll need to discuss things. Cody doesn’t take ‘no’ for an answer and I’m never saying ‘yes’ to this.

My guy finally breaks down and asks, “How exactly are you being punished, Jae?”

“Uh, being paired with Xaq in a tag match?”

“So, you suddenly don’t like tag matches?”

“Don’t play dumb. I’m serious about this.”

Cody plays dumb. He says, “What, you don’t want to wrestle Gustavo and Luis? They’re really excited to wrestle you.”

“The opponents aren’t the issue and you know it.”

“Okay, okay. I understand where you’re coming from. I really do. But this will be a great chance for you to grow as a wrestler and as a star.” I roll my eyes, so he changes tactics, “And it’ll be great for The Cave. SuperStar and Bird Boy. Our hottest young heroes teaming up in a match together. Fans will buy this. Blogs will talk about it. It’ll be great for our future together.”

I hold up a hand, “Stop. Don't try to turn this around on me. You know why I'm pushing back. I'd be happy to take a tag match against those guys with almost anyone as my partner. But there's one obvious exception and Xaq is it.” I pout, “Why do you hate me?”

“I love you.”

“If that was true then you wouldn’t have even suggested this.”

Cody smiles, “Xaq won his last match. He’s really turned a corner. I just want to see how much.” He coyly pulls at the front of my shirt, “I rigged it in your favor. I made sure I put you guys against other heroes, so no cheating. They’re lighter than you guys. And they’re hot as fuck, so even if you lose, it’s no big deal. You could benefit from this test, too.”

“How? By standing on the apron while he gets manhandled and loses because his ego won’t let him tag? Or watching him rant and rave that he didn’t really lose and it’s somehow all my fault? Look, I love The Cave and what it does for us and our future. But it can succeed without SuperStar and Bird Boy teaming up. And it’ll have to. I won’t do it. I won’t.”

Cody just smirks in that sexy but annoying way he does when he’s sure he’s eventually going to get his way. I keep pouting and cross my arms across my big chest as I resolve not to give in. Yes, in the year we've been together, he's won a lot more than he's lost. Not this time. I can’t stand Xaq. He’s a psycho muscle freak who’s nothing but trouble. Cody’s training me, but that doesn’t mean I have to do whatever he says in the ring.

My boyfriend leans in for a kiss. I turn my head, so he attacks my neck. Damn. Stay strong, Jae. My arms drop from my chest as his lips work. I let out a soft moan. Fuck. With my arms down, Cody puts his thumb on my left nipple. Oh. I moan louder. He pulls his lips from my neck. I turn into a kiss. A deep passionate kiss. He leads me to the bedroom.

An hour later, as we're cuddling after two hot rounds of sex, I inform him, “I’m still not going to wrestle as Xaq’s tag partner.”

Cody just pulls me tighter and says it’s okay, he’ll let it go. He even apologizes for bringing it up. Good. I’m glad he’s finally moving off this crazy idea.

The Crazy Idea.

“I don’t get what you don’t get, Jae. Cody said I’m in charge, so I’m in charge.”

“Xaq. Stop. For the last time, you’re not in charge. We’re a team.”

“You were standing right there when he said it.”

My eyes go wide, “What exactly did he say?”

“Well, it isn’t what he said. It’s how he said it. He didn’t want to hurt your feelings, so he said it subtly. Maybe too subtly for you. Trust me. He said it by not saying it. I guess after all my time training with him, I just understand him better than you.”

“What? He’s MY boyfriend.”

The muscle freak shrugs, “Yeah, that’s why I’m surprised you can’t read him better. But that’s your guys’ problem. All I’m saying is follow my lead and listen to my instructions. I’ll get us through this as long as you don’t screw up too bad.”

As Xaq and I towel off from our pre-match shower, I roll my eyes at his arrogance, “You’re kidding, right? Normally, I like seeing you lose almost as much as you like doing it, but not this time. Not when my ass is on the line, too. We need to take this seriously.”

“That’s my point, Jae. These guys are small, but they’re smart and strong. I mean, they’re you-strong, not me-strong. Nobody’s me-strong. And they got all those crazy hand signals -"

I interrupt, "It's called sign language. Luis is deaf."

"I know that. The point is that they can still beat a guy like you in two moves. Lucky for us, they can’t beat this.” The naked muscle freak strikes a most muscular pose, trying to impress me.

I sigh, “Excuse me? Remember, I beat that. In my first ever Cave match. In straight falls.” Xaq gives me a scowl. I continue, “Look, as a married tag team, they’re very experienced together in and out of the ring. That’s an advantage for them. If we're going to win, we need to work together. Like we practiced all week. Do you even understand the concept of being a tag TEAM?”

“Yeah, yeah, I get it. There's always a weak pathetic partner who gets beat up. That's you. Then there's the popular powerhouse who saves the day. That's me.” Double bicep pose. So muscular and so sculpted. It is impressive. It’s also useless whenever it counts. He warns, “Just make sure you tag me to save the day before you get pinned or give, ‘kay?”

I’m about to reply when our argument is interrupted by Cody. He’s standing in the locker room doorway, looking both shocked and dismayed by his trainees yelling at each other two seconds before we’re supposed to team up. I withhold an ‘I told you so’, which isn’t easy. He looks at us, both still naked and then at his phone. Uh oh. What time is it?

Cody answers my thought with an incredulous, “Guys, how are you not even dressed? Lobo and Zorro are already stretching in the holding area.”

We look at the clock then grab our trunks. As we gear up, my boyfriend watches in silence. Perhaps he’s starting to see a Xaq-sized flaw in his brilliant training plan. Unfortunately, if he’s wrong, I’ll be the one who gets pummeled and plowed. As we finish transforming into our hero identities, Cody steps up to give us a pep talk. He reminds us of what we’ve practiced over the past week. How to work together. How to win as a team.

It all sounds great, but it takes two to tag team. I sure hope Xaq’s listening.

Intros.

Since we were so late, our opponents are already in the ring doing whatever they do. They’re good looking Latino studs. They’re ripped with tight hard bodies. Lobo (wolf) is the bigger of the two. He’s smooth with dark hair and goatee. Zorro (fox) is slightly hairy, but also dark-haired. They have a decent record as a tag team, but they’re not unbeatable. And as Cody said, they’re heroes, so they should play fair. Bird Boy is probably the dirtiest player in the ring today.

In terms of costumes, they match, sort of. Lobo wears brown trunks with a gold wolf logo over his bulge, while Zorro wears white trunks with an orange fox logo over his. Both wear face masks that wrap around their eyes but leave their thick hair and handsome faces mostly visible. Lobo’s mask is brown and gold, while Zorro’s is orange and white. So same style, just different color schemes.

They definitely look more like a team than Bird Boy and me. Our costumes are different. Our attitudes and styles are different. He’s a ripped bodybuilder and I’m a fitness model type. We’re only complementary because of the history of our inspiration sources, Robin and Superman, but even that’s a stretch. It’s Batman and Robin or Batman and Superman. Last I checked, Superman doesn’t team up with Robin.

The only other thing that makes us at all similar is that he’s mentally submissive, which is why he’s a sidekick and a jobber. When guys get up on him (and even when they don’t), he’ll often sabotage himself. I’m not like that, but I can be physically sensitive. Cody’s helped me a lot, but guys have definitely gone after my erogenous spots to distract and defeat me. So, we both need to work on focus, but I don’t think Bird Boy really wants to change.

Anyway, the muscle freak sidekick is stretching out in his green briefs, domino mask, short gloves and pro wrestling boots. He’s got a yellow belt and half cape that only goes down just above his ass. On his left pec is a ‘BB’ temporary tattoo. Look, I get why he’s popular. I mean his body is insane, his personality is ... big and he’s a muscle jobber. Fans love seeing him lose and get humiliated in stakes. It’s hot. Just not in your tag partner.

I’m in my red briefs with yellow belt. I have a large ‘S’ symbol over my meaty pecs, red pro wrestling boots and blue spandex forearm gauntlets. I’ve recently switched to a smaller blue mask that wraps around my eyes. To the ring, I also wear a cape. Mine is long and red, but of course I don’t wrestle in it. Fans love my chest and ass, but also seeing me erotically tortured and fucked. Hopefully not today.

We adjust our costumes one final time. Cody nods then sends us through the curtain.

Bird Boy and SuperStar vs. Lobo and Zorro

After we strip our capes and run through our posing routines, we meet Lobo and Zorro in the middle of the ring. They’ve been watching us as we show off for the cameras, giving the fans a lot of angles and poses. Bird Boy can’t stand to share the spotlight, so we end up posing together because he’s just trying to outshine me. Fine, whatever.

We shake hands and true to their names, the wolf and the fox give us hungry looks, like they can’t wait to devour us. They might be heroes, but they’re clearly looking to win and own our asses at the end of this. As we head back to our corner, I say, “Did you see how they’re looking at us? We need to be on point, Bird Boy.”

“I know. They want me so bad. We can use that against them.”

“What do you mean?”

“Well, when they get up on you, I’ll flex and distract them. And I’ll remind them that if they win, only one can have me and the other will get stuck with you. Then they’ll start infighting over who gets me and you can crawl over here and tag me in. I’ll take it from there. We win. Bam.”

I just stare at him, unable to respond to his special kind of crazy. I ask, “Do you want to start or should I?”

Bird Boy points at my chest, “Opening act.” He points at his chest, “Headliner.”

SuperStar vs. Zorro

My ‘partner’ slips out of the ring and grabs the rope that tethers him to our corner. Across the ring from me, hairy hunk Zorro is starting. We move in and start to circle. The ripped stud is fast. I know that. And he’s got a boxing background. Avoid the fists. He’s done a lot of damage to a lot of guys with a few well-placed body shots.

Bird Boy claps, “Oh good. They’re starting with their weak guy, too.”

Zorro can’t hear the insult, but as we circle, I notice Lobo signing his partner. Too bad I don’t know what he’s saying. The Bat is learning sign language and pushed me to join him, but I haven’t done it yet. My mistake. We do one more lap then move to lock up. I lift my red leather boot into his chiseled abs. THUD! OOF! The fox bends forward and Bird Boy applauds.

I grab the smaller stud in a front facelock. I lift up, pressing my forearm into his throat and spin him around, away from his corner. With a grab of his white trunks, I suplex the lightweight over. BOOM! I roll over and lock on a side headlock as we lie on the canvas. I squeeze hard and I hear him moan in pain. I tighten my grip, looking to disorient him so we can wear him down.

Bird Boy says, “No, no, no. You’ve got it on wrong. Move your arm up. Get it right in his temple. And flex your arm!”

“I’ve got it on fine. And my arm is flexed.”

“Fuck, that’s flexed? That’ll never work. You need to -”

“You need to shut up. You’re distracting me.”

“I’m teaching you. Remember, I’m in charge.”

Right then, the hairy hunk whips his body around, managing to turn over in the headlock. He pushes against me and I’m forced to rise along with him. Damn Bird Boy. I try for another hip toss, but he slips out behind me. I get a boot to my back, sending me staggering forward. I spin fast, but he’s already up, hitting me with a dropkick to my chest. WHOMP!

I hear my ‘partner’ scream, “Argh! I told you! Tag me! Tag me! Tag me!”

I stagger back into the ropes but bounce off quickly. Zorro is still rising, so I go for a big clothesline, but he ducks. With the momentum from the ropes and my swing, I do a 180 and stumble backwards into the opposite ropes. As I land against them, Lobo leaps down, pulling the top rope down. Without that support, I fall back, flipping over and falling to the floor below. SPLAT! I moan as I try to regroup.

Lobo moves in, “Are you okay? Do you need CPR?”

Before I can respond, the sexy stud kisses me as his right hand caresses my left pec. I lose focus in the tender moment. His hand slides down to my trunks and he fondles my manhood as his mouth slides to my neck. My cock swells in my red briefs as he molests me. Damn, that feels so good. I whimper as he ravages me with his mouth and hands.

The smooth stud pulls off, “I guess you’re alive, sexy.”

The sexy stud grabs my wrist and pulls me up into a hug. He grinds his package on mine as he attacks my neck with his mouth while fondling my ass. He pulls my hips into him, making sure we’re connected by our bulges. I moan and lose myself as he seduces me. I finally manage to gather my wits and push him away. I fall against the ring apron, using it for support.

I shake out my head, “No fair. I thought you guys were supposed to be heroes.”

“I’m a hero, not a fool. Damn, look at you, SuperStar. You’re gorgeous.” I involuntarily smile at the compliment. He points at my tenting trunks, “And it’s not like you mind it, sexy.”

Before I can respond, I hear running boots behind me. Oh yeah, this is a tag match. Zorro (the legal man) slams into me with a baseball slide under the bottom rope. I fly forward into Lobo who shoulder blocks me down to the floor. THUD! WHAM! The two studs grab me on opposite sides by my armpits and yellow belt waistband. My trunks wedge up my ass as they lift me.

They shove me hard into the ring apron, abs first. WHACK! OOF! I grip the bottom rope to get my breath back. They let go of my trunks as they pause to grip my cheeks. They fondle my ass, spreading my butt open as they check me out. I groan, trying to focus, but they grab my wrists and bend them up my back. I fight, but it’s too late as they have me trapped and helpless.

Lobo leans into my ear, saying how fuckable I am. I grunt and fight harder, but they tighten up the hammerlock. The smooth stud says that my ass is even more spectacular than they imagined and that it’s all the motivation they need to win this match. He asks me if I want them to just take me right now. I manage to groan, “No.” But not very forcefully.

Across the ring, Bird Boy yells out, “If you’re amazed by flabby cheeks there, just wait until you see my ass.”

Lobo says, “Don’t worry, we’ll get to your ass soon. Real soon.”

They shove me into the ring and I roll to the middle of the ring on my back. Bird Boy yells at me, “Come on, jobber! Get over here and tag!”

I know he’s right (not about the jobber part), so I turn over and crawl towards him. I hear hands slapping behind me for a tag, so I know I need to hurry.

TAG! Lobo vs. SuperStar

I reach out and I’m only an inch short of the sidekick’s outstretched hand. Unfortunately, it’s too late. I feel hands grip each of my ankles then I’m dragged backwards by the tag team partners. They lift my legs high as they slide me on my pecs all the way back to their corner. Lobo mounts my back while Zorro keeps hold of my ankle.

Lobo forces me up into a camel clutch facing my ‘partner’. He’s shaking his head and telling me not to give. I ignore him and focus on escape. I’m locked in, though. I suddenly feel hands on my bare ass cheeks. I moan as I’m tortured and teased by the tag specialists. Lobo slides his ass back and forth, which also rubs my swollen cock back and forth. Oh fuck.

Zorro slips his finger between my cheeks and under my wedged trunks in my crack. He finds my hole and starts finger fucking me. My body tenses and I cry out. I have no resistance, enabling Lobo to make the camel clutch hurt even more. Just when I think it can’t get any worse, I feel teeth lightly bite into the silky white flesh of my behind. Oh god.

I squirm and fight as Lobo reaches his hands to my pecs. He teases and tweaks my nipples as he blows on my ear. I whimper as I’m overwhelmed by pain and pleasure. My eyes roll back in my head. In a sweet, seductive voice, Lobo asks me to submit. He tells me how good it’ll feel to get fucked by him and Zorro. At the same time. I moan again and open my mouth to speak.

Lobo coos, “That’s a good boy. Say you submit. Say it. Say it.”

I whimper, “Help!”

My ‘partner’ finally realizes how serious this is. He leaps into the ring. Lobo releases me and rises, but Bird Boy is airborne. He crashes into Lobo, splashing him into the corner. CLANG! SPLAT! The muscle freak unleashes forearms to both opponents as I try to crawl forward. I make it to the middle of the ring when Bird Boy is there. He grabs my wrists and drags me towards our corner.

Suddenly, I feel my ankles being grabbed. I’m stretched out between my ‘partner’ and my opponents. They pull hard and I’m lifted off the canvas as I hover there, literally suspended between them.

Bird Boy says, “Let go! You only had a five-count!”

Lobo replies, “You let go, you’re not supposed to be in the ring at all!”

“Okay, okay. On the count of three, we all let go. One. Two. Three.”

No one lets go of me. My back is killing me as I hang between the studs. My hips have dropped to the ring, my body forming a big ‘U’ as my limbs are stretched. Enough is enough. I suddenly and violently kick my legs, managing to free myself from my opponents. I rip my wrists from Bird Boy and roll to a crouch beside the ropes.

I rise to my feet and say, “Whoa, whoa, whoa. Bird Boy, get out of the ring. Lobo, tell Zorro to get out of the ring. You and me. Re-start. This is all crazy. Let’s. Just. Wrestle. Okay?”

Everyone cautiously agrees. We stare each other down, wary of a trap. Finally, we separate and everyone moves into position again. Lobo and I are left in the ring as the legal men. My cock is softening, thankfully and I stretch out my back. We circle the ring carefully. The smooth muscleman stares me down then moves in for a lockup.

We strain against each other, but I’m able to overpower him back into the corner. I lift my knee into abs. THUD! OOF! He bends forward, so I lock him into a front facelock. As I prepare to suplex him across the ring, Bird Boy cries out, “Look out!” I freeze and look, not seeing anything. With me distracted, Lobo bends and rises, flipping me over with a back body drop. BOOM! He unleashes his boots on my body. STOMP! STOMP! STOMP!

I roll out of the way, deciding to tag. Lobo grabs my arm and twists it into an armbar. He forces me to his corner, tagging in the hairy hunk again.

TAG! Zorro vs. SuperStar

As Zorro makes his way in, I pull my arm free and manage to back away. I look at my corner, “What were you warning me about?”

“Nothing specific. Just that you should look out. And I was right, because he countered you.”

I growl, “Only because you distracted me.”

Zorro signs at Lobo, who laughs. He signs and speaks, “Yeah, they do love to talk more than wrestle.”

I frown, but he’s right. I need to focus. We should be able to win this. We’re bigger and better singles wrestlers. I move in for a lockup. I power the hairy hunk into a side headlock. He hammers my back with forearms. THUMP! THUMP! THUMP! I’m still tender from the camel, but I manage to hip toss him over. I keep the headlock and lie on his chest, deliberately slowing things down.

Zorro grunts as I squeeze his head face into my side. I like this position, because I’m squeezing his head but also stretching his neck and crushing his chest. His feet kick up and down, telling me he’s feeling it. I feel his hands push against my body, but he can’t budge me. The hairy hunk starts searching for an opening as he tries to twist under me.

Bird Boy calls out, “Boooorrrrring.”

I ignore him, but I do decide to switch positions. I’ve worn him down as much as I can with this position. I drag him up with the headlock then immediately let go. Before he can react, I spin around behind him and lock on a reverse bearhug. I squeeze hard and lift the lightweight stud off the mat. He groans loudly as I crush him, his hands gripping my forearms and his head hanging back.

My ‘partner’ says, “Yeah! Crush him with those skinny arms! Just like I showed you!”

I shake Zorro up and down, really working it. When I finally have to set him down, the lighter stud sags in my arms. I use all my strength to shock him with a maximum squeeze. He lets out a loud moan. Suddenly, he gets a burst of energy, twisting and throwing his right elbow back at my head. I lean and he can’t connect, but it was close. I shake him again to end that rally.

Zorro starts fighting and writhing. He’s squirmy and we’re sweaty, making him tough to hold. I fight to control him, losing the power of my bearhug as he shifts and moves. I turn us around so my back is facing Bird Boy. As I start to lose my hold, I squat down and tighten up around his waist again. I thrust up, throwing him over and back into my corner with a belly-to-back suplex. BOOM! I roll over and put my boot on the suffering stud’s abs.

I reach out and slap hands with an eager Bird Boy.

My ‘partner’ says, “About time. Guys can finally stop fast forwarding.”

TAG! Bird Boy vs. Zorro

I move off without saying a word. Bird Boy leaps over the top rope, bringing his boot onto the lightweight’s chiseled abs. STOMP! He drags up the hairy hunk by his thick black hair. Zorro tries a gut punch on the way up, it bounces off harmlessly. BOINK! The muscle freak clubs the smaller stud on the back, flattening him back to the canvas.

The sidekick flexes over Zorro, “You can’t hurt me.”

I sigh, “He also can’t hear you. Just wrestle.”

“Oh yeah.” My ‘partner’ points at Lobo, “Translate for me. Tell him that he can’t hurt me.”

Lobo looks at the young bodybuilder with amusement. Meanwhile his partner is recovering. I say, “Get back on him!”

Bird Boy looks down only to get a stiff kick in the knee. WHACK! He falls down, cursing at Zorro for cheating. I suddenly wish I was deaf. Actually, I wish he was mute. The hairy hunk starts moving to his corner, but luckily the sidekick grabs his ankle. He pulls back hard, tripping the lightweight stud down. PLOP! My ‘partner’ pulls the helpless hunk back towards our corner and away from Lobo’s outstretched arm. At least he’s done that right.

The muscle freak rises then comes down with a big splash onto the back. SPLAT! He rises up and down, repeatedly slamming his 205-lbs of muscle down, crushing Zorro’s ripped body. SPLAT! SPLAT! SPLAT! With the wind knocked out of his opponent, the young bodybuilder drags Zorro up by his hair. This time, he wastes no time, immediately scooping the lightweight across his chest.

Bird Boy can’t resist doing a lap as he easily holds Zorro up. As he circles, Lobo reaches out and almost catches one of his partner’s boots, but fortunately he misses. I hold back from saying anything, knowing that we’ve talked enough. If my ‘partner’ fucks up, he fucks up. The muscle freak finally turns and body slams Zorro down hard. BOOM! The hairy hunk bounces off the canvas then arches his hips to relieve the pressure on his back.

Zorro moans and falls onto his side. He gets dragged up then body slammed again. BOOM! This time, after the hairy hunk bounces, Bird Boy follows up with big boots to the chiseled midsection. STOMP! STOMP! STOMP! The suffering stud moans loudly as he’s broken down. I cheer the muscle freak on, telling him to finish him off.

My ‘partner’ drags Zorro up by his hair, “I could finish him off. Easily. But I want a challenge.”

I hold my head as Bird Boy drags Zorro towards his corner then pushes him into making the tag with Lobo. Oh my god. We’re doomed.

TAG! Lobo vs. Bird Boy

Lobo comes in. He flexes, “This enough challenge for you?”

Bird Boy shakes his head, “No, but you’re all I got.”

They circle the ring. Bird Boy moves in for a lockup, but Lobo ducks. As he slips to the side, he turns and dives at the sidekick’s knee. He connects with his shoulder into the same knee Zorro attacked. WHACK! My ‘partner’ drops down, swearing again. Meanwhile, the wolf is up behind him. He runs in and bulldogs the muscle freak to the canvas, face first. CRACK! It’s only from the knees, but the bodybuilder still looks stunned.

Lobo grabs the left green pro wrestling boot and lifts Bird Boy into a crab. He punches the damaged knee, clearly telegraphing their plan to deal with the biggest man in the match. Take out his knee. Smart. Of course, that’s still easier said than done. The muscle freak presses his body up as he kicks his leg. Lobo flies forward, thrown off as the bigger man powers out.

They both rise and turn. Bird Boy charges, but Lobo dives to the side to avoid it. This time, though, the muscle freak catches him around the waist. He uses his incredible muscles to smoothly lift, flip and slam the hunky wolf down. WHAM! The Bat must’ve taught him that. I clap, “Good move, good move.”

My ‘partner’ flexes, “Not good. Great. Great move.”

I clap, “Great move. Now get on him!”

Bird Boy drags Lobo up then body slams him in our corner. BOOM! He drives his boot onto the abs. STOMP! STOMP! STOMP! The muscle freak stands on the suffering stud’s abs and bounces. He looks at me, “Think you can handle him?”

I extend my hand, “Just tag.”

“Okay but stay close so I can jump in when I need to save you again.”

TAG! SuperStar vs. Lobo

As my ‘partner’ leaves the ring, I slide in and immediately attack the abs with more boots. STOMP! STOMP! STOMP! I drag Lobo up then push him into the corner. I pound away with gut punching. Bird Boy lifts his hands to show he’s not interfering. The bearded stud suddenly gets some life. He pushes me back and gives the surprised Bird Boy an elbow to the chest that sends him off the ring apron. PLOP!

I use his shift in focus to retake control with a boot to his red abs. WHOMP! When he bends over, I lock on a front facelock. I grab his brown trunks and suplex him over into the middle of the ring. BOOM! I roll up and mount him, placing my ass on his face. I start punching down onto his abs. THUD! THUD! THUD! He bucks up under me, but I manage to keep him down.

From behind me, I hear my ‘partner’, “You’re too far away. Bring him back! Bring him back!”

I drag Lobo up by his hair then whip him into our corner. CLANG! I follow into with a big shoulder block to the abs. WHOMP! I grab the middle rope on either side of Lobo’s trim waist and throw my body in for a series of short shoulder blocks. WHOMP! WHOMP! WHOMP! When I step back, the suffering stud moans and drops to his knees, holding his stomach.

As I reach out to grab his hair, my hand is intercepted by Bird Boy taking the tag. He slides into the ring and says, “Good boy. Way to listen to me and bring him back here. You controlled him, but let’s not push our luck, okay?”

My ‘partner’ condescendingly pats my cheek then grabs Lobo by the hair as I slide out onto the apron.

TAG! Bird Boy vs. Lobo

Bird Boy spins the wobbly Lobo around and clamps on a reverse bearhug. He bugs me, but this is awesome. His bearhug is incredible and he seems to know how to apply it in the just right position. He could end this match right here.

The muscle freak has Lobo locked in and he starts shaking him back-and-forth. I can see the pain on the suffering stud’s face as he’s viciously flung around like a rag doll. The bearded babe moans loudly as he grips the forearms that are crushing him. He struggles to escape, but that’s not happening. I keep a careful eye on Zorro who looks ready to interfere any second.

Lobo goes limp in Bird Boy’s arms. Zorro leans back to leap over the ropes. I step through to meet him. But neither of us have to do anything because the muscle freak suddenly throws Lobo down to the canvas, discarding him like a piece of trash.

“Wait, did he give?”

As he writhes on the mat, coughing and struggling to recover, Lobo signals he didn’t submit. Bird Boy confirms it, “No, he didn’t give.”

I ask my ‘partner’ incredulously, “Then why did you let him go? He was done!”

Bird Boy points at me, “Stay in your lane, boy! Remember who’s in charge.” He flexes, “He is done. You know it. I know it. But I’ve barely been in the ring. The fans deserve more of me.”

I mutter, “But I deserve less.”

The muscle freak turns to Zorro then extends his fist at him. He dramatically extends his thumb out to the side then slowly points it downwards. Bird Boy drags Lobo up by the hair. He bends to the side, grabbing the wobbly stud by the neck and inner thigh. With a squat and thrust, my ‘partner’ lifts the smaller stud up into the air into a gorilla press.

As he goes up, Lobo suddenly kicks his feet. He destabilizes Bird Boy and falls behind the shocked muscle freak, landing in a crouch like Spider-Man. With a quick dive, he takes the young bodybuilder’s knee out. WHACK! The force topples Bird Boy down onto his back. Lobo keeps moving, diving into his corner and successfully making the tag.

TAG! Zorro vs. Bird Boy

In one smooth move, Zorro leaps onto the top turnbuckle. He springs out, slamming his boots into the rising Bird Boy’s chest. WHOMP! The force of the flying lightweight is enough to send my ‘partner’ backwards, his sore knee unable to support him. WHAM! I reach for the tag, but instead of stretching towards me, the muscle freak actually rolls away.

Bird Boy rises angrily only to turn right into a leaping kick to his head to his temple. CRACK! Zorro lands perfectly while my ‘partner’ does a punch-drunk 360 then collapses to the canvas. SPLAT! He tries to rise, but the hairy hunk comes in with a big kick to his abs. THUD! The impact flips him over onto his back. The lightweight dives on top and hooks a leg. He slaps the mat, starting the count on the stunned muscle freak.

ONE! Oh shit, is this happening?

TWO! I look to enter the ring.

Luckily, Bird Boy manages to power out, throwing Zorro off him with authority. As my ‘partner’ rises to a sitting position, he shakes out his head. I call to him, but I get ignored once again. I try to warn him that Zorro is making the tag and so should he. He rolls to his feet then finally turns to me just as our opponents slap hands.

TAG! Lobo vs. Bird Boy

Bird Boy extends his hand, but Zorro is back, diving at the back of his leg. WHACK! He clips the muscle freak, which causes him to fall backwards away from me. Damn. The hairy hunk dives on the young bodybuilder’s legs, holding him down. Lobo is already flying in. He splashes down on my ‘partner’ as his partner assists him. SPLAT! The air leaves the young bodybuilder’s body, leaving him wide open to be dragged up by his arms.

In unison, the married tag team pulls the muscle freak forward towards me then whips him backwards into their corner. CLANG! Zorro runs and splashes on top of him. SPLAT! The hairy hunk smoothly slides over Bird Boy, landing on the ring apron. His partner follows in with a perfectly timed splash, landing as soon as his partner is out of the way. SPLAT!

Lobo bounces backwards as Bird Boy sits on the middle turnbuckle, grunting as he tries to recover. The smaller stud kicks up, slamming his boot into the muscle freak’s pecs. THUD! That forces my ‘partner’ to rise back up, leaving his abs exposed for a series of stiff boots. STOMP! STOMP! STOMP! The force of the lightweight’s boots drives the bodybuilder down onto his ass as his abs are ruthlessly attacked. STOMP! STOMP! STOMP! I watch helplessly Bird Boy is driven down until he’s flat on his back.

Like a good tag team, they slap hands for a quick tag.

TAG! Zorro vs. Bird Boy

Zorro leaps back into the ring, landing with both boots squarely on the impossibly ripped abs of my ‘partner’. WHOMP! OOF! For the entire five-count, they double team Bird Boy with boots to the body. STOMP! STOMP! STOMP! They drag him up then slam him back first into their corner. Lobo finally slides out as Zorro moves in front of the tiring muscle freak.

The smallest hunk in the match begins firing away with body blows to the weakened torso. POW! POW! POW! Bird Boy fights back, defending his body. Zorro makes the tag right before he gets shoved away by the angry sidekick.

TAG! Lobo vs. Bird Boy

The muscle freak points at the hairy hunk threateningly, but before he can speak, he’s bulldogged from behind, his head driven into the canvas by the incoming Lobo. CRACK!

My ‘partner’ writhes on the canvas, holding his head. The married tag team unleash the boots onto his body, continuing to try to wear and break him down. STOMP! STOMP! STOMP! I tell them that’s five, so Lobo signals to Zorro that he needs to get out of the ring. He signs something else, which gets the hairy hunk to look back at me with a smirk and a wink.

Lobo drags Bird Boy up by his hair then scoops him up. I’m impressed by how he handles the 205-lbs of muscle. He carries the sidekick to his corner then hangs him upside down in a tree of woe. Uh oh. Zorro helps secure the leg by wedging the green boot under the top turnbuckle. The smooth stud drives his boot into Bird Boy’s ripped torso. STOMP! STOMP! STOMP!

Zorro raises his hand and Lobo high fives him.

TAG! Zorro vs. Bird Boy

Lobo slides out as Zorro leaps in. The hairy hunk immediately kneels down and starts pounding away on my ‘partner’. THUD! THUD! THUD! The relentless body work is finally taking a toll on those rock-hard abs and pecs. Bird Boy grunts and cries out as he’s dominated. His swelling cock is obvious in his green trunks and I get worried that he’s not even trying to escape.

The force of the repeated blows knocks Bird Boy free. He collapses in our opponents’ corner, moaning loudly. Zorro rises and puts his boot on the suffering sidekick’s head. He tags in Lobo. Damn.

TAG! Lobo vs. Bird Boy

I clap my hands trying to encourage Bird Boy to tag me in. Not that he’s anywhere close, but with a burst of energy in those impossibly ripped muscles, he could carry both of them to this corner with him. He could, but he doesn’t. Instead, Lobo and Zorro drag him to his feet. Lobo scoops him up then drops him onto their legs for a double over-the-knee backbreaker. KRAKT!

They both push his knees and pecs down to bend him to the maximum. My ‘partner’ cries out as his back is bent the wrong way, his battered abs stretched out. I call out “FIVE!”, so Lobo signals to the hairy hunk that he has to exit. They drop Bird Boy down to the mat. Lobo rolls the moaning muscle freak onto his stomach then keeps up the back torture, pulling him up into a camel clutch, Been there.

I prepare to save him, which distracts Lobo and enables Bird Boy to power out, thrusting his mighty arms forward. He falls forward, free from the hold but unable to do anything else. Lobo rises and drives his boot down onto the chiseled back. STOMP! STOMP! STOMP! The core attacks are taking a toll. First, they wrecked his front, now they’re wrecking his back. Fuck.

I yell, “GET YOUR ASS UP AND TAG ME! THESE LIGHTWEIGHT LOSERS CAN’T STOP YOU! YOU’RE FUCKING BIRD BOY! GET THE FUCK OVER HERE!”

As if by magic, Bird Boy growls then roars. He pushes up, ignoring the boots. Zorro reaches through the ropes and grabs the back of his green trunks. Lobo jumps on his back. My ‘partner’ pulls forward, dragging both guys with him. Zorro has to let go while Lobo just gets thrown off. The muscle freak charges forward, diving at me and slapping my hand.

TAG! SuperStar vs. Lobo

Lobo is moving towards us, so I lean back, stretching the top rope out. When he’s in position, I leap up and over, using the power of my legs and the momentum of the ropes to propel myself at him. I swing my boots at the shocked stud and he can’t stop or dodge me. I fly into him boots first. WHOMP! He flies backwards and lands hard on his ass.

We both rise, but I’m faster. I sue my football background to tackle him down, driving my shoulder into his abs. THUD! WHAM! I grab him by the hair, quickly dragging him up with me while he’s still gasping for breath. I pull him into a bearhug, but I surprise him by lifting and spinning, slamming him to the canvas with a belly-to-belly suplex. BOOM!

I grab his hair again and pull him up into a sitting position. I rise and spin, stepping over his shoulders. I reach down and grab his boot, elevating his leg and locking on a stump puller. Lobo groans under me as I force his knee to his face. I breathe in, relaxing and focusing. I need a plan to end this, not wanting to risk him, making another tag.

I know he’s too flexible to give to the stump puller, but it’s worked to control him and wear him down. While I’m thinking, so is Lobo. He punches the sides of my knees. POW! POW! POW! I have to release his leg and jump forward out of range. I surprise him by kicking back and slamming my boot into his pecs. WHOMP! He falls onto his back, holding his chest.

Lobo rolls over onto his side and springs up to his feet. I manage to give him a stiff kick to his abs. THUD! OOF! I grab him in a front facelock then reach behind his knee. I pull him over in a fisherman’s suplex. WHAM! The impacts cause him to go limp. I keep hold of his leg and lock my hands together. With him trapped him in a pinning position, I bridge and call out the count.

ONE! Lobo kicks, but he can’t break it.

TWO! I tighten my grip, keeping him trapped.

SPLAT!

I’m suddenly crushed under 175-lbs of flying muscle as Zorro splashes down onto my elevated abs as I bridge. Of course, I lose the pin. The hairy hunk rolls off me and out of the ring, his job done. Lobo and I roll over and rise. I hold my abs and hunch over, which encourages my opponent to charge in to seize the advantage. I’m playing possum, so as soon he’s close, I dive forward, grabbing him around the waist. I lift, turn and slam him back down. BOOM!

Lobo goes limp under me. I grab his legs and flip him over into a Boston crab. I keep an eye out for Zorro, but he’s back in his corner holding the tag team rope, looking anxious. I lean back until I hear him moan loudly. I’m focused on softening up his back, opening him up for a submission hold or even a Bird Boy bearhug, if my ‘partner’ has recovered.

Right on cue, Bird Boy says, “Tag me in! Tag me in!”

I ignore him, trying to maximize the crab. Lobo is really crying out now. I bend him more, but I go too far, losing balance and enabling him to twist and flip me to the side. Lobo dives for Zorro’s outstretched hand, but I manage to grab the back of his trunks and drag the bearded hunk back out of range. He fights hard, exposing his ass as his briefs slide down.

I release the trunks then drop down with an elbow drop to the back. THUD! I grab Lobo around the waist and pull him up into a reverse bearhug. I squeeze and shake, carrying him closer to my corner. Not too close, though. Lobo is going limp, but I know I probably can’t submit him with this. I face him to my corner then lift and bring him down onto my knee with an atomic drop, jamming his spine. CRACK! Lobo flies forward into my corner, slamming into the turnbuckle. CLANG! He stumbles back into my waiting arms.

Bird Boy demands, “TAG ME IN! TAG ME IN BEFORE YOU BLOW IT!”

I shake my head, focusing on Lobo. I scoop the bearded hunk up then body slam him down perpendicular to our corner. I rush in, quickly climbing to the top turnbuckle. Under me, Bird Boy has his hand extended. I’ll tag him in after I splash down onto Lobo, knowing the suffering stud will be helpless in the bearhug and I’ll be in position to block any interference from Zorro.

My ‘partner’ says, “I said to TAG ME IN!”

As I’m about to leap, I suddenly feel a hard smack on my ankle.

TAG! Bird Boy vs. Lobo

Bird Boy hits my boot so hard that he actually sweeps my foot off the turnbuckle. I struggle to keep my balance, my arms flailing around as I perch on one leg. My ‘partner’ moves into the ring by leaping over the top rope, not noticing or caring that he’s got me teetering. The shaking of the rope is too much and I topple down. TIMBER! I actually land on top of the muscle freak, taking him down with me. SPLAT!

We moan for a moment, both stunned by the impact. The sidekick curses at me and finally shoves me off him. He rants at me as I push up onto my knees. I make sure I’m not hurt as he screams. I’m okay. Luckily, he braced my fall. Which he also caused. I look at him as he calls me a clumsy idiot. I could respond or argue, but my eyes look past him. Damn.

I point, “Stop Lobo!”

“What?”

“He’s going to get the tag, you moron!”

TAG! Zorro vs. Bird Boy

As I roll under the bottom rope out of the ring, I see my ‘partner’ finally turn around and run after Lobo. By this time, the tag has happened and Zorro is already on the top turnbuckle. The hairy hunk leaps over his partner and slams into an unprepared Bird Boy with a cross body block. WHAM! They topple backwards with the muscle freak taking all the impact of hitting the immovable ring and Zorro’s weight crushing onto his chest. SPLAT!

Lobo takes liberty with the five-count as he stays in. The two studs drag up the stunned sidekick and lock him into a front facelock. They double suplex him over. BOOM! They’re fast. They leap to the opposite neutral corners. Lobo leaps off and splashes on top of Bird Boy. SPLAT! Zorro leaps off as soon as his partner lands. It’s perfectly timed as Lobo rolls off just as the hairy hunk lands with his own splash. SPLAT!

Zorro goes for a cover as Lobo finally moves to exit the ring.

ONE!

TWO!

I dive in, pulling the hairy hunk off my ‘partner’ and breaking the count just in time. I rise, not realizing that Lobo is coming at me. He clotheslines me down, nearly taking my head off. Lobo drags me up and they lock me in a double front facelock. They double suplex me over on top of Bird Boy, slamming my 200-lbs of muscle onto his muscular body. SPLAT! I bounce on my ‘partner’ and roll to the side, holding my back.

The studs grab my ankles then drag me on top of Bird Boy, lying me across his chest. Lobo dives on top, adding more weight then followed by his partner. With the three of us pinning Bird Boy down, he starts struggling, but even he can’t move over 550-lbs. I hear slaps on the mat and Lobo calling out the pin.

“ONE!” Bird Boy groans for me to get off him. I tell him I’m trying.

“TWO!” The muscle freak roars and bucks under me, but his shoulders stay down.

“THREE!”

That’s it. We lost the match. Un-freaking believable. The winners roll off and pose over us. I stay on Bird Boy for a minute, getting thrown off by my ‘partner’, who jumps to his feet, his face red with anger. Oh great, one of his famous temper tantrums. I can’t wait for this to all be over.

I Hate Bird Boy.

“You beat the wrong guy! He was the legal man! I only let you pin me because it didn’t count! Otherwise I would’ve thrown you off me!”

Lobo smirks as he uses his hands to translate for his partner while replying, “Oh, it counted. You were the legal man. And you know it, because your tag is what tripped him. Thanks, sidekick.”

“NO! When you slammed him on top of me, that was like a tag!”

Zorro is intently reading lips. He laughs and signs with Lobo translating for us, “How was that a tag? You weren’t in the corner. You’re nuts.”

Bird Boy looks at me, “Back me up, SuperStar!”

I shrug, “It wasn’t a tag. You were the legal man. And you got pinned. One. Two. Three. We lost. They won.”

Bird Boy’s mouth drops and he runs at me. We bump chests as he accuses, “YOU TRAITOR! Whose side are you on?”

“Not yours after today, thank god.”

The sidekick snarls, “I’m not getting fucked because you’re a traitor and they’re cheaters!”

“You’re right. You’re getting fucked because you’re an idiot and you got beaten. As usual.”

Bird Boy takes a swing at me, but I see it coming. I grab his arm and flip him over my shoulder. WHAM! He rolls away and spins. I’m already running at him. I spear him in the stomach, using my football background. I slam him into the corner hard. CLANG! I blast his ripped abs with shoulder blocks. THUD! THUD! THUD! I rise up and grab his thick brown hair.

I pull the sidekick from the corner. He growls and moves into me. I didn’t think he’d recover that fast. Damn. He pulls me close into a bearhug, one of his specialties. I immediately see why. He crushes my spine and I struggle to breathe as he applies the pressure. This is the most powerful bearhug I’ve ever been in and I’ve wrestled some real muscle monsters before!

The sidekick squeezes, “ADMIT I DIDN’T GET PINNED, TRAITOR! ADMIT IT!”

I gasp for breath as I push against his powerful shoulders. I refuse to admit anything, so Bird Boy shakes me hard, back and forth. Fuck! Luckily, he throws me to the canvas. WHAM! Unluckily, the muscle freak starts in with boots to my abs and pecs. STOMP! STOMP! STOMP! I fight the pain and swing my legs up. I grab his leg with my legs and his boot with my hands then twist and roll, tripping him down onto his stomach. SPLAT!

I use his leg to apply a single leg crab. I lock his boot under my armpit and pull his boot towards his head. He curses for me to get off him, but when I ask if that’s a submission, he says, “NEVER!” I feel him squirming, so I reach one hand back and grab his hair. I pull up on it, hoping to activate his jobber mode. It works as he groans and stops trying to power out.

I ask, “What do you think The Bat’s going to do to you for attacking me, sidekick? You’re going to be in a world of hurt.”

Bird Boy moans, obviously enjoying the idea of getting punished. It keeps him compliant for another second or two, but I realize my mistake too late. He loves the idea of The Bat punishing him. Instead of calming him down, he suddenly fights harder to earn some discipline from his trainer. Damn, I shouldn’t try to play mind games with a crazy person.

With his incredible strength, he kicks his leg while doing a push-up and throws me off. I fly forward and land on my hands and knees. PLOP! The sidekick moves in. I kick back, hitting him square in the abs. WHOMP! He steps back one step as I roll away and rise into a squat. Bird Boy comes at me, so I spring at him tackling him down again. WHOMP!

I try to lock on a hold, but he throws me off. As he tries to rise, I come in with a double axe handle to his back. WHACK! He drops down and I crawl on top of him. I pull him up for a camel, but he powers his arms free. Bird Boy rises up and topples me off him. He dives at me. I catch him in a leg scissors and squeeze. He grunts but manages to pound my pecs with his forearm. THUD! OOF! I lose the scissors, leaving myself wide open for more abuse.

Bird Boy unleashes more forearms, trying to wreck my big chest. WHOMP! WHOMP! WHOMP! I feel the blows raining down on me, but I’m able to flex my chest and absorb them. I quickly draw my left knee up and get my boot between us. I kick out and my amazing squat routine allows me to throw him across the ring as he lands on his ass and skids to the ropes. PLOP! BUMP! BUMP! I roll to my feet as he rises.

We circle the ring. Lobo and Zorro are hanging out in one corner, just letting us fight. What do they care? They won. We move in. I go low. I grab a leg and lift, putting the muscle freak on his back. WHAM! I keep hold of the leg, quickly twisting and dropping down with all my weight on his inner thigh. BOMP! Bird Boy lets out a loud, “FUCK!” He reaches for my head, but I roll to his ankle, out of reach.

I hold his ankle down then rise up. I pin the leg down with one boot then drive my other one into the same inner thigh. STOMP! STOMP! STOMP! He curses and thrashes. His ankle slides out from under my foot and he rolls away. Bird Boy gets up and I smile as he hobbles. I swing my boot out, connecting with his sore leg. THWAK! He immediately drops to one knee.

With the muscle freak down, I kick with my other boot, slamming it into his chest. WHACK! Bird Boy flies onto his back so I can move in again for more stomps to his leg. STOMP! STOMP! STOMP! I don’t know exactly what my plan is, but I know that the less he can move, the better off I’ll be. Besides, it’s fun to kick his jobber ass before mine gets fucked by Lobo and/or Zorro.

I bend down to grab his leg, but he kicks his good leg at my head. WHOOSH! It barely misses. That was lucky. Bird Boy slides backwards to the corner where he pulls himself up. He puts pressure on his leg and I can tell its tender. He sneers at me as he moves out of the corner. We circle again and the hitch in his step is obvious.

I move my boot to kick out at his leg. He tries to avoid it, but I was just faking. I swing my other leg up, hitting him in side. WHACK! He bends with it, opening himself up for a front facelock. I grab the side of his green trunks and lift for a suplex. I’m surprised as Bird Boy actually blocks me. He grabs the side of my trunks and reverses it, suplexing me over. WHAM!

The sidekick keeps hold of me, rolling me over and suplexing me again. WHAM! I arch my back in pain. Damn Bat! He must’ve taught Bird Boy that counter, because no way he knows it. Have to stay focused, but it’s hard when my boyfriend has conspired with my enemy. Kind of. He didn’t know we’d be enemies. But he could’ve guessed it.

I look up and see Bird Boy hovering above me. He’s not hovering, he’s falling. The muscle freak splashes down on me. SPLASH! OOF! I lose my wind, enabling the reenergized sidekick to drag me up. He scoops me across his chest then body slams me down. BOOM! Damn! I roll to escape but get grabbed from behind. I’m powered up and back into a reverse bearhug.

Bird Boy uses his incredible strength to crush my body. Fuck. Too strong. I throw an elbow back, but he anticipates it. More Bat training, probably. ARGH! My midsection collapses against the power of his muscles. Not just the power. He’s got it locked in the exact right place - the soft spot under my ribs. ARGH! He demands I admit I’m a traitor and I’m seriously tempted to do just that. This is a meaningless match!

My pride keeps me suffering as I resist against the brutal hold. The sidekick loosens up a little and I can breathe. He suddenly slams his bulge into my ass. POW! Bird Boy grinds his package on my ass. He leans his lips to my ear, “Yeah, everyone knows how much you like that shit. Your ass is mine.”

I focus and throw my elbow back. With his head forward, he can’t pull back far enough or fast enough. I’m able to catch him across the temple. CRACK! I step on his boot. STOMP! He lets go and stumbles backwards. With his boot up, he holds his toe and hops on one foot, “YOU BITCH! YOU STEPPED ON MY FOOT! THAT’S CHEATING!”

I snarl, “No. This is cheating.”

I lift my boot up, aiming for his bulge. He manages to hop away so I miss. Bird Boy growls at me. Literally growls. He charges forward fast and hits me with a big shoulder block. WHAM! I fly backwards, landing hard on my back. BOOM! I roll over to rise, but the sidekick is there. He puts his boot on my back then pushes down. SPLAT! He drives his boot into my back. STOMP! STOMP! STOMP! I try to rise, but I keep getting put down.

Bird Boy stops with the boot. He drags me up then smoothly (Damn Bat!) twists and racks me across his broad shoulders. My back cries out and sends pain throughout my body. The muscle freak circles the ring with me helplessly draped across his shoulders. He squats and the agony only increases. I try to rake his eyes, but he shakes me hard.

“I GIVE! I GIVE! LET ME DOWN!”

“ADMIT YOU WERE THE LEGAL MAN!”

“I WAS THE LEGAL MAN!”

Bird Boy drops me to the mat. The sidekick looks down at me and smirks, “That’s what I said.” Lobo and Zorro move in. Zorro puts his boot on my chest as I lie on the mat. My ‘partner’ looks at the hunky tag team, “See, you didn’t pin the right guy. I demand a re-start!”

As Lobo circles around behind the muscle freak, he says and signs, “So, the match is still going on.”

“YES!”

“And he’s the legal guy?”

“That’s right!”

Lobo suddenly leaps up and drop kicks the unprepared sidekick in the back. Bird Boy flies forward right into a swinging forearm from Zorro. CRACK! The hairy hunk pushes the muscle freak backwards into his partner’s waiting arms. Lobo grabs my ‘partner’ around the waist, lifts and throws the sidekick backwards with a belly-to-back suplex. BOOM!

Zorro suddenly drops down and rolls me into a cradle pin. I squirm, but he caught me off guard. Lobo rolls Bird Boy up, pinning him as well. With both of us ass up, they slap the mat in unison.

Lobo counts, “ONE!” I try to lift my shoulders, but I can’t. I hear Bird Boy swearing.

“TWO!” As I fight to power out, I can just see the muscle freak’s green boots kicking up and down.

“THREE!” Both of us are pinned. Damn it.

The tag team lets us loose and high fives as they laugh. Lobo says, “Now we definitely got the legal man.”

Bird Boy throws a tantrum in the ring as I just lie on my back. He comes over and leans in my face, screaming at me for getting pinned. Do I argue? No. Do I try to get up. No. Do I punch him in the inner thigh that I attacked earlier? Yes. POW! He steps back, hunched over. I kick my boot up and hit him on the temple. CRACK! The sidekick collapses to the mat on his back.

Fuck him. Speaking of which ...

Oh Yeah. We Owe Stakes.

“We’re not going through this again. Time to pay up, losers.”

Zorro stands over me and Lobo stands over Bird Boy. I guess the winners are tired of waiting and I get it. I just hate that I actually submitted to that stupid muscle freak. Even though it was unofficial, you just know he’s never going to let me forget it. Zorro waves his hand up and points down. There’s no mistaking the universal gesture for ‘get your ass up and get on your knees, bitch.’ I added the ‘bitch’ part, but I’m sure it’s implied.

Bird Boy and I slowly pull ourselves up to our feet. Lobo claps his hands, “Hurry it up, boys. We’ve waited long enough.” The winners walk across the ring and stand with arms crossed and feet apart. As we kneel where we were pinned, the smooth stud says, “No. Over here.”

Both of them are pointing down right in front of them. We obediently crawl over and slide onto our knees before the one who pinned us. I’m in front of Zorro and Bird Boy is in front of Lobo. The hairy hunk puts his boot inside my knee and kicks out. I spread my legs open wider as Lobo does the same to Bird Boy. The victorious team checks us out.

Lobo smirks, “Not bad, boys. Not bad at all. Hot and hilarious. Bravo. And I love that we got to beat both of you.” Zorro signs and Lobo laughs, “No, I didn’t think we’d lose. I was just being pragmatic. I didn’t know they’d sabotage themselves.” They exchange a quick gesture, “Yeah, I know you did. You were right. As usual.” The husbands kiss then get back to work.

We hang our heads in shame at our defeat. We did this. Bird Boy is mostly to blame, but I have to take some responsibility as well. Now, we’re going to pay the price. I feel a hand slide under my chin. My head gets lifted and I’m staring at a stretched-out orange wolf on white spandex. I swallow hard as I stare at Zorro’s bulge. Yep, it’s time.

I wait until the winner guides my head forward. I open my mouth and suck on his cock through his sweat-soaked trunks. I grip his rock-hard ass as I work. The Bat was right. Losing to this stud isn’t bad. It’s just how I lost that sucks. Zorro grabs my head and pulls me up, guiding my lips to his ripped abs. I kiss them and run my tongue over the tight muscle, worshipping the winner.

Zorro pushes me back on to my heels. He puts his fingers in his waistband and lowers his trunks off his ass to the base of his cock. He points at them and I get the message. I reach up and peel them down slowly. I steal a glance at Bird Boy, who’s already deep throating Lobo. I focus on my job, stripping the white trunks off completely then attacking that hot cock.

I engulf his head and shaft in my mouth. I’ve become an expert at handling meat, thanks to my boyfriend having a huge cock. Zorro’s is beautiful, but much easier to handle. I bob and turn, getting him hard quickly. He grunts with pleasure as I use my hand and mouth to own his throbbing dick. Every moan is my reward, confirming that I’m satisfying the winner.

I get pushed off. With just a finger under my chin, I’m led up to my feet. A wave and I know to strip off my trunks. I rise back up, standing at full attention, shoulder back, chin up and cock standing straight out. Zorro grabs some lube and circles behind me. He slides his slick finger into my ass and I moan. I feel his strong hand on my pec as he toys with my ass. I whimper.

Zorro attacks my neck and I moan. My legs go weak from the triple attack, but I manage to stay up. I can barely take it as he expertly dominates me. Oh fuck. A second finger enters me and I’m crying out. My cock is tensing as I’m completely owned. My eyes are closed and my head is back and to the side as his tongue flicks my neck. Oh my god.

Oh my god.

I suddenly shudder as I feel lips on my cock. I look down and it’s Bird Boy. Lobo has hold of his hair. He’s forcing my ‘partner’ to suck me. I gasp. Lobo smirks at me then reaches out his free hand to play with my nipple. I stand there, getting attacked everywhere. On orders from his master, the kneeling muscle freak caresses my legs as he sucks. Now I’m done.

I weakly moan, “Please! I’m gonna cum. I’m gonna cum! Oh fuck.”

Lobo uses Bird Boy’s hair to pull him forward so his nose hits my pelvis. I suddenly erupt, firing my seed down my ‘partner’s’ throat. He swallows hard, draining me as I fire load after load into him. The muscle freak takes it all, even continuing to suck me as I go soft in his mouth. When he gets pulled off, Zorro slides his fingers out then pushes me to the side. I collapse to the mat, empty and exhausted. SPLAT!

I lie there, limp and helpless. Zorro shoves my shoulder with his boot. I look up at him. He’s rock hard and I realize I’m not done. He points and gestures, ordering me onto my back. I roll over and lift my legs, my hands on my hamstrings to hold them up. I watch in anticipation as he sheathes his throbbing member. He drops down behind my raised and open ass.

Zorro slides into my lubed and stretched hole. I still groan. He rides me hard. I take it, looking at him and nodding, letting him know how good he is. As I’m bred, Bird Boy is led over to me. He’s ordered to squat down over my face. I lose my view of the hairy hunk owning my ass, but I can feel his pounding accelerating. Lobo orders me to get the sidekick’s hole wet as I’m fucked.

I reluctantly obey, hating the idea of servicing a jerk like Bird Boy, but I try to focus on the hotness of the scene. I extend my tongue between his muscular cheeks, doing my job. I feel a rough hand grip and start to jerk my shaft. Lobo. With the three of them on top of me, my cock powers up immediately. I’m being completely used but loving it.

I feel my load building, but before I erupt, I feel hot cum splash down onto me. Bird Boy shudders and I know he’s coating my body with his seed. Zorro slides out and I hear him gasp then more hot streaks lining my body. It’s too much and I give in to Lobo’s hand, surrendering my second load. My body shakes as I’m drained again, adding a third load onto my body.

The three studs move off, leaving my covered carcass unmoving in a pool of sweat. I lie there, listening to the sounds of sex across the ring as they own Bird Boy. I look over to see them spit roasting the muscle freak. My ‘partner’ is on hands and knees as Zorro is face fucking him and Lobo is taking his ass. I watch the smaller studs completely own the big bodybuilder and I smile.

Lobo finally pulls out then stands up. He explodes on Bird Boy’s back, marking his boy. Zorro slides out and rises. The winners hug and hold their arms up high in victory. I see the hairy hunk sign something and Lobo nods. The smooth winner grabs hold of Bird Boy’s hair and forces him up. He whispers into the muscle freak’s ear as his husband caresses the impossibly ripped body.

Bird Boy moans, “No. No. No.”

I notice his cock power up as Lobo continues to whisper. Whatever he said, the submissive sidekick is loving it, his protests notwithstanding. Lobo lets go of the hair. He signs to Zorro and the two slide out of the ring. Bird Boy hangs his head then follows them. They walk to the curtain and he chases after them. So much for ‘no’. Pete follows with his camera.

I’m left alone in the ring except for Ryan, who is getting a few final shots of my naked, cum-covered body as I lie here. He pans up and down, getting every inch of my wrecked and drained carcass. I close my eyes and let him work, actually enjoying the moment of peace.

In the Locker Room.

As I towel the cum off my abs, I look at my boyfriend with disappointment, “That’s it, Cody? That’s all you have to say?”

“Jae, come on. Focus on the positive. You had fun, right?”

“You realize I’m pissed, right? I’d like an apology.”

“For what?”

I put my hands on my hips and just stare at him.

Cody relents, “All right. I’m sorry … if I overestimated you and -”

“No.”

“I’m sorry if I underestimated Gustavo and Luis -”

“No.”

My boyfriend sighs and says, “Okay, I’m sorry for being less right than I usually am and making you do something you kind of didn’t want to do. But you did agree -”

“Stop. At least you admit you were wrong. Kind of. And who was right?”

Cody smirks and I know he’s finding this more amusing than I am, “Okay, it’s possible that you may have been less wrong than you usually are.”

“No. This isn’t funny, Cody. I told you exactly what would happen and you didn’t listen to me.”

“Maybe it’s a self-fulfilling prophecy. Like if you’d just believed in yourself -”

“No.”

I cross my arms under my pecs. The handsome stud gives me his sad pouty face and finally apologizes, “I’m sorry, Jae. I was wrong and you were right. I should’ve taken ‘no’ for an answer, but I didn’t. I really am sorry.”

Damn it. With the combination of a real-sounding apology and that seductive look, I thaw a little. He senses my weakness and moves in. Cody pulls my arms apart and presses against my naked body. He kisses and hugs me. I moan as he caresses my smooth back while we make out. When he grabs my ass, my cock swells up against him. He lifts his arms so I can peel off his shirt then drop his gym shorts.

With both of us naked and hot, I tell him, “Next time, you need to listen to me.”

“I get it. I will listen to you next time.”

“Promise?”

“Absolutely.”

I roll my eyes, knowing that’s a lie. I’d be more upset except that I knew what I was getting into. Part of loving Cody is accepting that he always thinks he knows best and that he’ll always do whatever it takes to get his way. Honestly, it’s fun when he’s doing it to others, but when you’re the one getting manipulated, it can be less fun. Still, I love him. All of him. Including his scheming side and all the excitement it creates in our lives. At least he’s never boring.

As we explore each other, my boyfriend whispers more of his sweet apologies in my ear. I moan as he tells me he loves me. I pull back and look him in the eye, “How much?” He gives me a wicked smile as he bounces his eyebrows seductively. I’m so glad the winners took Xaq to their locker room for more play, giving me and Cody a chance to be alone.

The End