The Cave 24: Ryan vs. Dustin

Poison. Bar. Los Angeles CA.

“Excuse me, dude?”

I feel the tap then turn to see a hot muscle stud standing there. Oh. Yes, he’s absolutely gorgeous, but I actually recognize him. It’s been 11 years, but he’s aged well and is kind of unforgettable. I smile broadly and extend my hand for a friendly shake, “Hey. Wow. How's it going?”

I remember him, but
he doesn't remember me.

My hand hangs there for a moment before he awkwardly accepts my handshake, “Yeah, great. Hey, I saw you talking to that guy over there. Is his name Cody McCoy?”

Oh. I realize Dustin doesn't recognize or remember me. Well, we haven't seen each other since high school and I've changed a lot in the past 11 years. Back then, I was an obese geek with thick curly hair and glasses, all but invisible to jocks like Dustin. I’m still a geek, but now, I'm 6’4”/250-lbs, muscular, groomed and wear contacts. So, I get why he wouldn’t know me.

The handsome hunk is 6’2”/220-lbs, clean-shaven, with short dirty blond hair. Dustin’s shirt is off, tucked into the back of his jeans. He’s worked up a slight sheen of sweat on his broad shoulders, meaty pecs and ripped abs. As the star tight end of my high school’s football team, he was a beefy muscleboy. Now, as a 29-year old man, he’s a sculpted muscle god with deep blue eyes, a hard body and flawless skin.

Dustin was always nice to me, but it's not like we were friends. He was a popular jock. I was tech and AV clubs. We only knew each other through my lifelong best friend, Cody. The guy across the club that he's asking about. Of course, Cody is recognizable, too. My buddy was the most popular guy in school and is still a major stud. He might actually be hotter than ever.

The scorching hot muscleman misreads my disappointment, “Oh, look, no offense. You're a fucking hot dude. It's not like I'm trying to use you to pick your buddy up. It's just I think I went to high school with him.” He laughs, “Oldest line in the book, right? But if that’s Cody, it's true.”

I smile, “Yeah, that's Cody all right.”

The hot stud stares down my best friend intently. I remember how much he wanted Cody. Everyone did, but Dustin was the type of guy who usually got what and who he wanted. Not Cody, though. They were going to go out, but for some reason, Dustin broke off their date at the last minute. Cody never told me why Dustin dumped him and I didn’t really press it.

A cute little guy comes up to us. Oh. I vaguely remember him from high school, too. Joey? He asks Dustin, “So, is it him? I mean, it has to be him, right?”

I turn away without introducing myself since neither guy remembers me. I'm not looking for a hookup anyway. I'm here with my buddy Pete and I'm going home with my buddy Pete. Where is Pete anyway? Oh, he’s getting ignored by the bartender. I hate this place.

Behind me, Dustin answers, “Oh yeah, Joe. That's THE Cody McCoy. In the flesh. Fuck, and what flesh. Damn. I knew he was in LA, but fuck, imagine actually running into him. And just look at him. He's still fucking perfect in every way. It’s fate. I gotta talk to him. God, I can’t believe it. I just gotta figure out what to say. Things didn’t end well between us before.”

“You’ll be fine, bro. Just relax. But watch out, ‘cause is that his fat fuck buddy? The one who cock-blocked you?” I see an outstretched hand point out my second-best friend Pete finally getting served.

Dustin shakes his head, “No, I don't think that's Ryan. Thank god. I couldn’t handle seeing that snake. One fake word from him and things might get ugly.”

Joey says, “It figures that even in LA, Cody would find another fat loser to hang around with. It’s like he’s got a chubby chaser fetish but for friends.” I miss Dustin’s response, but Joey says, “C’mon, be honest. Just look at that gross troll. Yeah, chug down another full-calorie beer, Godzilla. So gross. Where does he find these losers?”

My hand tightens on my glass. I feel it cracking, but I get control before I shatter it. Yeah, Pete is a big bear, 6’3”/300-lbs, maybe more, but he's smart, funny, sexy and a good guy. He was there for me at my lowest point. I don't like him being insulted. Actually, I don't like being insulted, either, since I'm the actual fat fuck from high school they're talking about.

I feel another tap on my arm. It's Dustin again. I hold off decking him. Barely.

“Hey, another question, dude. Is that guy - the one with the beard - named Ryan Bates?”

I shake my head, “No, that's Pete. Why? Is Ryan another high school buddy?”

Dustin hesitates while Joey snorts, “Are you fucking kidding?”

I nod, “Yeah, I get it. Pete is Cody's friend, not mine. Don’t ask me why.”

Dustin just stares at Cody, but Joey smacks my arm, “Yeah, you get it, dude. Oh, solid.”

I’m grossed out by sleazy Joey feeling up my arm, but I still subtly flex it so I can ask casually, “So, what's the deal with this not-a-friend Ryan guy then?”

Dustin shrugs, “Not important. I’m just glad he’s not Ryan.” The hunk is only focused on Cody. Figures he’s thinking with his dick. He hasn’t changed at all. If this asshole thinks I’m a snake (I’m not) who cock-blocked him in high school (I didn’t), that’s nothing compared to tonight. I’m going to make sure Dustin doesn’t even get one word out to my best friend. Fuck him.

Joey chimes in, answering my question, “Oh, the guy totally screwed Dustin over for no reason. Ryan was Cody’s charity project. Total loser. Like an uglier version of Shrek. That’s what everyone called him behind Cody’s back. Like that Pete guy only a million times worse.” He rubs my pec under my t-shirt, “Dude, seriously, just fuck me. Right here, right now.”

Oh, the irony. I ask as casually as I can manage given the rage building inside me, “How could a loser like that screw you over?”

Dustin sighs, slugs back the rest of his drink. He shakes it off and says with a little more slur in his voice, “Okay, since you keep asking, here it is. See, Cody was king stud. I wanted him so bad. I worked hard to get to him and I did. We were all set to go out and by that, I mean fuck all the way to prom. The perfect power couple. Until Ryan got jealous and fucked me over.”

News to me. I ask, “How?”

Joey says, “Because he was a pathetic asshole who -”

Dustin interrupts, “Joe. Shut up, you’re drunk. You never even once talked to Ryan. Dude, ignore him. Anyway, Cody dragged Ryan everywhere. No one wanted him around, but everyone knew that if you wanted to hang with Cody, you had to suck up to his pet monster. And god help you if you didn’t. Cody would freak out and you’d be out until you apologized.”

It takes all my strength not to react. I barely get out a calm, “Really?”

“Oh yeah. It’s the day of our date. And by date, I mean fuck in the back of my Jeep. But Cody heard that I badmouthed Ryan. And I later found out it was Ryan who told him that. The guy was in love with Cody. It was sad. Like he would ever be more than a friend. Fuck, he was lucky to even be that. He sabotaged me and ended up ruining a lot more than a date.”

“That’s too bad. So, you didn’t really say anything about this Ryan guy? He lied?”

Dustin shakes his head, “No, I did, but what I said was true. Cody went off on me and we were done. Fuck. Things could’ve been so different.” Dustin sighs and just stares back at my best friend. “Now, Cody’s here and it’s like I’m back in fucking high school with him encouraging me to be a better man. Fuck, there are some things you just never forget. I have to talk to him.”

“So, you don’t blame Cody, just Ryan?”

“Of course, dude. I respect Cody’s loyalty. You have to. A guy who’d turn ME down to defend somebody like Ryan? Damn -” Dustin points at Cody and slurs in a serious tone, “- that’s a real man. A man you can trust. A man I should’ve fought for. A man I should’ve listened to. Things would’ve been so different if I’d only really listened to what he was telling me sooner.”

I hear regret in his voice as he drifts into a focused trance as he stares down my friend. It sounds like there’s a story there, but I don’t care. He’s an asshole.

Joey adds, “He’s leaving out the most important part. Cody had a huge cock, hard body and a tight ass. And look at him now. He still does. Fuck. Maybe you finally got your shot at the Prom King, Dustin.” He stumbles off to get another drink, his lust for me forgotten.

I suppress my rage. “Well, good luck, dude.” Dustin just nods, obsessed with Cody. I can't resist asking, “If things don't work out, maybe you'd like to grab a drink with another ‘fucking hot dude’ sometime?”

Dustin breaks out of his trance and checks me out, “Yeah, I do like ‘em big. Gotta be some night this week, though. I'm from Philly. I’m only in town for a conference. I'm Dustin.”

I lie, “Mike. For you, I can be available.”

We exchange texts then shake hands. I casually walk away, texting Cody as soon as I'm clear. I tell him Dustin from high school is here, drunk and looking to hook up. Cody replies with a puking emoji. He clearly hasn't forgotten high school, either. I send him hearts, even though he won't really know why. Cody never told me he dumped Dustin. He lied and told me it was the other way around. I love my best friend so much. I let him know Pete and I are going, but I ask him to avoid Dustin. He immediately agrees.

I text Pete to meet me outside. As we get in the Lyft, we see Cody and his boyfriend Jae leaving, too. Sorry, Dustin, looks like you missed your big chance. I didn’t do anything to you in high school, but I sure did tonight, you fucking asshole. Pete and I head back to his place to fuck. Thanks to the whole thing with Dustin, I fuck him extra rough, just like he likes it.

Dustin Reaches Out.

The next day, Dustin texts me to meet up. He doesn't mention missing out on meeting Cody. Maybe that’s why he sounds fucking horny as hell. He's not even being subtle about it, wanting to meet in his hotel room. I decide not to be subtle, either. I tell him he looks like a wrestler. He tells me he’s wrestled a little. I ask him if he really wants a drink, because I'd rather fight and fuck. The response is immediate, rapid fire and in all caps.

FUCK YEAH DUDE!!!!!!
U JUST GOT ME HARD
ADD IN MUSCLE WORSHIP
I WANT U ON UR KNEES, BITCH
YOU LIKE THAT KIND OF ACTION

I smirk as I type, “Love it. But maybe you'll be the bitch on his knees.”

FUCKING A!
TWO DUDES WITH TUDE!
IM FUCKING WET RIGHT NOW!
BRING IT!!!!!!
WINNER TAKE ALL!!!!!!

I answer, “Sounds awesome.”

U WONT REGRET IT
IM FUCKING AMAZING

God, it's just like we're back in high school. As soon as wrestling came up, Dustin reverted to his high school meathead personality. I didn't know he hated me, but I do remember that he loved himself. Good, because that's the asshole I want to crush. The teenage asshole. Well, he can worship me, the pet monster. The gross troll. The fat fuck. Perfect.

Cody tells me not to go. He tells me high school was a long time ago and I'm doing so amazing now. Why bring negativity into my life? If I want to wrestle and fuck, I've got lots of other options. All true, but I tell Cody I need to do this. My best friend tells me I don't. He's wrong. Beating and fucking Dustin will feel so good. It's revenge for a slight I didn't even know happened, but now that I do, I want some payback.

I understand my best friend's opinion. I do have a dark side. Cody is always worried when it looks like I'm giving into it. But in this case, it's not like I'm even really hurting Dustin. He won't even know I'm Ryan. As far as he's concerned, he's getting exactly what he wants. A night of wrestling, muscle worship and sex. It's just that our positions will be reversed from what he expects. It'll be personal satisfaction for me and hot night for him. Where's the harm?

Dustin’s Hotel Room.

I make it home, shower, grab my bag and get to his beachfront hotel in record time for LA. At 6:15, I call from the lobby that I'm on my way up. When I arrive, the door is propped open by the security latch. I walk in, hang the DO NOT DISTURB sign on the door then lock us in with the deadbolt and latch. As soon as I turn, Dustin bursts out of the bathroom. I'm slammed into the wall. THUD! He pins me against it as he reaches under my t-shirt.

Dustin’s shirtless in low-slung jeans. I let him feel me up. He peels my t-shirt up, forcing the bottom over my head. He stops, leaving me blind with my arms up. The bodybuilder brute pounds my pecs and abs. THUD! POW! WHOMP! I take the shots. THUD! POW! WHOMP! They're probably half-power, so I feel them, but they're not dangerous. He’s just playing.

I feel him rub my torso then hear him lean in close and smell me. He lets out a moan, “Oh fuck, yeah.” I feel his nose in my shaved armpit then feel his tongue run up it. I moan. Dustin says, “Fuck, you’re clean now, but I'm gonna make you so dirty ... Mike. Damn, you're a fucking beast.” His hands grab my belt and he quickly unfastens it and the top button of my pants.

Dustin yanks my button-fly all the way open then pushes the jeans to my knees. The fucker is really worshipping me, telling me how hot I am. How he loves making big men like me beg to touch him. Beg to be fucked. He reaches into my white boxer briefs, cupping my manhood. He asks, “Are you like me, beast-man? You like making men beg you? Worship you?”

“Fuck yeah. They all go down for me. You think I'm a beast now? Wait until we're wrestling.”

“Damn, you almost made me shoot just now, dude. Look at you, Mike. I believe you. You look so fucking tough, beast-man. You ever face any guys who can handle your muscle?”

I reply, “Not enough.” I peel off my t-shirt then toss it aside. We lock eyes as he drops his jeans, revealing a camouflage poser. Wow, he is gorgeous. I whistle. He smirks.

“Yeah, me neither. Not many men like us, beast-man. When guys like us meet up, we gotta make the most of it.” He steps out of his pants and I marvel at his body. This will be fun.

I growl, “Yeah? Tell me what you're gonna do if you win.”

“Every time I submit you, I'm gonna take a little more from you. Of course, I'm gonna make you worship me after every fall. But, first fall, I'm also gonna strip you. I want my beast-man naked. Next, I'm gonna make you suck me. And when I'm finally done with you, when you can't get up off the floor? I'm gonna fuck you hard. You like that?” He squeezes my balls as my cock stiffens, “Oh fuck, yeah, you do.”

I moan, “Fuck. Been a long time since I had a real challenge. You win and I'll be your bitch. You gonna be mine if I win?”

“Oh yeah. You beat me, you own me. Yeah, I'll be beast-man’s bitch. But you gotta beat me. And I don't think you can.”

I growl, “Flex for me while I change. I wanna see what I'm winning.”

Dustin laughs, “Yeah, you're such a fucking beast. You're not lying down for anyone. Damn, I fucking love that. You think you're gonna strip me. Make me worship you. Suck you. Bend over and get fucked. Yeah, beast-man, you keep thinking you got a shot against this.”

The chiseled muscleman steps back onto the mattresses. He flexes for me. He's incredibly impressive. I eagerly watch him as I kick off my shoes. I peel my jeans off the rest of the way. Then my socks. Never taking my eyes off him. He's stunning. I shimmy out of my briefs. Dustin licks his lips at the sight of me naked. I reach into my bag and pull out a black poser. I stop then toss it aside. I pull out leopard-print trunks. I slide into them, seductively fitting my junk into the pouch.

“Oh fuck, beast-man came prepared to party. We’re in sync. You're dressed like a fucking animal, now be one on the mats. Fuck yeah.” Dustin has to adjust himself. He waves his fingers at me, “Get the fuck over here.”

I move onto the mattress. It's go time.

The First Fall. Revenge.

We circle the mattress. With his perfect body, Dustin is clearly strong and he likes to use his power to dominate, but I’ve spent the past twenty years immersed in wrestling and the past two honing my skills. Ironically, I only got serious when Cody selfishly and secretly betrayed me and tonight, I’m only using those skills because Cody selflessly and secretly defended me.

From what I know about Dustin, he won’t take losing well. I need to ease into this in order to get the most out of it. If I go all out right away, it’ll probably scare him away. As much as he says he’s open to the cost of losing, I doubt that’s true. He’s looking to get me down so he can feel like a big man. While he’s only doing this for ego, I’m doing this for more than that.

We lock up and I’m careful to just counter. He’s fast and tries a few takedowns, but I’m able to defend against all of them. We press and test each other, nether one getting an advantage. Dustin suddenly dives low for my leg, but I manage to leap over and spin behind him. I grab him around the waist and lift him up into a reverse bearhug. He grunts as I squeeze him.

Dustin kicks his legs up high. He brings them down and twists, using his momentum and my own hold to flip me over and off him. I roll with it and rise to a crouch. I tell him, “Nice move. You have wrestled.” He smirks and his chest puffs out at my praise. I don’t tell him that I could’ve countered his counter multiple ways. Better he finds that out the hard way.

We move in again. This time, we lock up and just push. I hold my own, but he is strong. Fuck. One of the strongest guys I’ve ever wrestled. Nice to know his muscles aren’t just for show. I push him down and he falls to a knee. I grab him around the waist, lift and flip him over. BOOF! He lands softly on the mattress. I back off, allowing him up. I figure we’ll do one more lockup then I’ll take over.

As we move in, Dustin suddenly grabs my right wrist and dives to the side. He’s fast. Before I can react, the muscleman pulls my arm behind me. He lifts it up into a hammerlock then runs me into the wall. BAM! The impact stuns me as he wrenches my wrist up and puts his free forearm across the back of my neck. He pushes my face into the wallpaper. I grunt.

“What’s up, beast-man? Why’re you going easy?”

I’m surprised he could tell, so I admit, “Just feeling you out. Getting into the match.”

“Oh, we’re in it, big man.” Dustin takes his forearm off my neck but wraps my trapped arm in his. He presses his 220-lbs of muscle against me, pinning my body to the wall and my arm between us. My shoulder starts to ache. I should break free. Oh. I feel his free hand slide into my crack. Two fingertips press my trunks into my hole as he massages it.

“Maybe you just wanna get fucked? You a big old bottom? Talk tough, but go down easy? You like being thrown into walls like a bitch and humped by my big dick?”

“No, that’s not me.”

“Then let’s wrestle, big man. You get an advantage, you take it. C’mon, unleash the beast. UNLEASH THE FUCKING BEAST!”

I groan as his fingers penetrate my hole. I don’t need to be asked again. I brace my free left hand and pull on my right. I push back from the wall as I power my arm free from the hammerlock. Dustin is pushed back, but he turns and spins, using his power to force me around. I hit the edge of the mattress and trip, falling down face first. BOOF!

Dustin’s 220-lbs of muscle is on me fast, “Gotta do better than that, beast-man. At least you’re trying now.”

I growl at being mocked. I push up and throw him off. I dive in fast and we start to grapple for control. I keep him down and on the defensive. He’s sweating fast as I make sure he’s using more energy than me. As we battle for armbars and headlocks, I throw my 250-lbs onto him, driving the air out. It surprises and stuns him, allowing me to lock on a headlock.

I really crank on it and press my weight down. Dustin counters with a forearm across my head. He manages to push my head enough that he can swing his legs up. Suddenly, I’m rolling back, my head trapped in a scissors. I grunt again. His legs are strong and I feel the pressure. Luckily, I regularly spar with someone whose scissors are even better.

Dustin feels my torso up as he squeezes my head, “You’re solid, beast-man. I felt that when you first came in. Yeah, no point in attacking those big muscles is there? I bet you can really take a punch, can’t you?”

As I get ready to break free, Dustin unleashes a hard punch to my abs. THUD! He can’t get much behind it, but it’s enough to distract me. THUD! THUD! THUD! The fists come in faster and better. He manages to find the soft spots in my midsection, avoiding the muscle and sinking deep into the flesh. Is that what he was doing when I walked in? Sizing me up for later? Fuck. THUD! THUD! THUD! Okay, I have to counter. Now.

I use my weight to roll over him and turn in the scissors. He keeps his legs locked, making it easier for me to force him into a cradle. I give him two hard shots to his hamstring. POW! POW! It’s enough for me to pull free. I lock his calves under my armpits and shake out my head. Dustin is squirming as I keep him rolled up. Nice that he was a challenge, but it’s time to end this fall.

The muscleman is grunting under me, his neck must be killing him as he’s rolled up. He can’t move my 250-lbs of power, but I’m not going to even let him try. I attack his hamstring more seriously. POW! POW! POW! Wear the man down by taking out his leg. POW! POW! POW! I hear him cry out underneath me. I ask how his neck is doing and he just growls.

Dustin grabs under my ankles and pushes. He has no position or power, but he’s getting desperate. He’s trying to find any way he can to ease the pain. I figure getting him to submit to a basic cradle, ass up and his face at my crotch is as good as any for a first fall. I admire his firm, muscular ass as his camouflage poser rides up. I put my hands on his bare ass and fondle his cheeks.

As I toy with him, the gorgeous asshole moans. I run my fingers along his crack, teasing him with a tender touch. That gets a different kind of moan. I laugh then give him a little spank. Okay, time to get him screaming a submission. I lean back to increase the pressure. Sure enough, he gasps and whimpers under me. I lean back a little further to really make it hurt.

Under me, Dustin is groaning, but not giving. I suddenly feel him rolling with the cradle as opposed to fighting it. I fall backwards as his body rolls out from under me. I’m now on my back looking at his ass. I put my hands on his cheeks and use all my strength to push him forward. SPLAT! He lands softly on his stomach, but I manage to slide out as I grab an ankle.

I twist on the ankle lock. He grunts but manages to twist. He aims his free foot at my pecs and kicks. WHOMP! It’s a hard shot and causes me to fly back, losing control of his leg. I move into a crouch as he scrambles around. We dive in, colliding hard. We grapple for control again. We’re both sweaty as we battle. I’m surprised at how good he is. I can’t get anything good on for long.

The next five minutes feel like an hour as it’s a flurry of us rolling back-and-forth. We grab, claw, punch and shift, but nothing sticks. I’m breathing hard. As we’re battling, Dustin remarks, “Not bad, beast-man. You’re pretty good. For an amateur.” The way he says it so calmly and condescendingly both surprises and distracts me. Stupid. He takes advantage, getting on top.

Dustin grabs my arms and wrenches it as he pins me down. He bends my wrist to my shoulder and presses up on my elbow, causing shooting pain. His 220-lbs of muscle bears down on me. I squirm under him, but his right elbow slams into my cheek and pushes into my face. I bridge, desperately needing to shift from this position. Fortunately, 250-lbs of power is enough to throw him off me.

I roll away from him, shaking out my arm. The muscleman dives in, steamrolling into me and sending me onto my back again. SPLAT! He locks on a front-facing sleeper, but I manage to roll us and slip out. We’re both breathing hard and sweaty, but he’s smiling and I’m frustrated. Time to get serious. I plant my foot and lunge at him. We lock up again.

Dustin’s too fast. He somehow gets behind me. I feel his sculpted arms go around my head. Oh no. I move to block, but I’m too late. He locks on a rear naked choke. His arms flex and his bicep swells up under my chin. URK! He pulls me back against him as I reach to grab his incredibly solid arms. There’s no way I can pry them apart. Not that I have time to even try.

Suddenly, my eyes roll back in my head as he tightens up. The move almost knocks me out. I’d like to say I countered, but he eased up. The muscleman forces me forward onto my stomach and buries my face in the mattress as his 220-lbs presses down on me. I try to push up, but he tightens the choke and I blackout for a second again. Once again, he eases up, toying with me.

“What’s the matter? Getting sleepy, Ryan?” I am, but that wakes me up. I tense under him and he senses it. He laughs in my ear, “Yeah, you lying motherfucker, I know exactly who you are. I checked out Cody’s IG last night and guess what? You’re all over it. Tagged as Ryan Bates for all to see. Still a fucking snake who can’t get it through his head Cody’ll never want him.”

I fight to power out, but he’s got the perfect position with his weight bearing down and the choke locked on tight. He bears forward and I’m smothered in the hotel mattress. When I go limp again, Dustin starts humping my ass. "Cody's man looks damn sweet. Those pecs and that ass. He's a lucky man. I bet you're trying to sabotage things, aren't you, you fucking snake?"

I can't respond. I haven’t been this helpless in a while. The bastard is good. Really good.

Dustin says, “What’s wrong? Wondering how you ended up like this? How your 11-year grudge ended up with you as my fucking bitch? Did you think all that muscle you’ve added would make a difference? It’s fucking useless, just like you. I’m still the man, you lying piece of crap. Maybe you made me lose Cody, but I sure as fuck ain’t losing you, fucker. I own you.”

I whimper and squirm, but that only gets him harder. When he humps me, I can feel his camouflage-covered cock splitting my cheeks.

The muscleman taunts, “You should’ve looked at my social. Eight years of MMA. Only reason you ain’t out is because I wanted you to know that I know that you’re as big a lying loser now as you ever were. Changing your body doesn’t mean you can change that. Yeah, we’ve both waited 11 years for this, but I’m the only one getting revenge tonight.”

I can’t respond as he thrust his hips against my ass, humping me hard. I can’t escape. I flex and push up, giving it one more -

After the Fall.

DRIP! DRIP! SPLASH!

Water hits my face and I wake with a start. I convulse and flip over onto my ass, shaking my head out. I look down and realize that my trunks are gone. Fuck. I won that from a cool guy. I hope I haven’t lost it permanently. Not that I don’t have bigger concerns right now. Dustin is towering over me, chugging the rest of the bottle of water. I put my hand to my head. Motherfucker. I can’t believe it. Cody was right. This was a bad idea.

Dustin asks with contempt in his voice, “You gonna run away, loser? Or you gonna see it through?”

I push myself to my feet. I roll my shoulders back and move my head from side to side. I finally answer, “I’m not going anywhere until this is done or you kick me out.”

The muscleman tosses me a bottle of water, “Good, ‘cause I’m not done with your lying ass. It felt good knocking you out, but I can do more. A lot more.”

I drink and focus. I’m getting my wits back. I’m not used to getting knocked out. I set the water down and look at the handsome hunk. Fuck, he’s even hotter now. And he knows it. Dustin bounces his pecs at me then rubs his bulge as he checks me out. The rock-hard fighter flexes his right arm and holds it. That’s when I remember his rules. I nod and walk over.

As I rub his arm, I worship him, “Fuck, you’re gorgeous. Mmm, the peak that choked me out. So hard. So perfect.” I lean in and kiss it. He puts his left hand behind my head and keeps my lips there for a moment while he tightens and loosens the sculpted bicep. When he lets me off, I reach up and rub his shoulders. “You’re incredible. But you were wrong about two things.”

Dustin flexes his left arm, “Yeah, what’re those, loser?”

“I never knew you badmouthed me, so I didn’t cockblock you. And I haven’t had a grudge for 11 years. Just 24 hours. Last night was the first time I even knew you didn’t like me in high school.”

I lean into his left bicep and lick it. He asks in a genuinely surprised tone, “You saying Cody never told you why he broke our date off?”

I shake my head as I mouth his mound then slide off, running my hand over his heaving pecs. “God, no wonder you beat me. Look at this body. Fuck, you’re the real beast. As for the date, no, Cody actually lied. Said you cancelled on him. Guess he didn’t want to hurt my feelings.”

“So, all those times you talked nice to me after he dumped me, you weren’t rubbing it in?”

I move in front of him and rub his pecs, “Nope. I was just a naive loser being nice. Damn, what a chest. How do you find shirts that can contain these things? Oh, man.” I lean in and kiss the luscious mounds of muscles. My hands caress the perfection.

Dustin looks away as I fondle him, “Fuck. I thought you were being a prick and taunting me. Cody’s always gonna be a better man than me. Fucking perfect Cody. The god of Parkside High.”

I knead his chest more firmly, “He is pretty perfect. Just never tell him I admitted that.” Dustin actually laughs as the tension eases a little. I confirm, “So, you didn’t cancel?”

“No, he shut me down. Hard.”

“Huh.”

“Yeah. I tried to get him back, but Cody left me standing in the bathroom in my underwear, telling me to be a better man.” I look at him in surprise. “Yep. I begged - BEGGED - for another chance. He said - and I never forgot it - ‘Prove you can be a good guy for real and we can go out.’ Not hard, right? It was for me. I was a bad person. I deserved to be dumped.”

“Well, you were 17.”

“Yeah, but I’m 29 now. Seeing Cody, it all came back. He called me out on my bullshit and told me to change. I didn’t. I stayed a bad guy. Cocky. Like I was untouchable. Used a lot of roids. Sold them. Got caught. Almost did time, you know.” I look surprised. He says, “I got lucky. But if I’d have listened to him, none of it would’ve even happened.”

“I had no idea.”

“I have changed, Ryan. I have. Went home. Got my head screwed on right. Got into MMA as a way to channel my energy. Did okay. Now, I run a youth mentoring program back home. Use wrestling and boxing to get at-risk kids to channel their aggression. Make them do their homework at the gym before they can train. Can you picture it? Me telling someone to study.”

“Wow, that’s great. Awesome of you to do it. No wonder you have this body. Damn.”

Dustin says, “Been trying to be the role model I should’ve been in high school. The one Cody was. I’m trying to do the right thing. Until last night. Booze. Sex. Regrets. All that testosterone. Trying to impress a buddy and you. You know what I’d do to one of the kids if they made fun of someone like I did? But there I was, doing it again.”

“Joey did most of the insulting.”

“No excuses. It's like the worst part of me came out again. The part I thought was gone. I was ashamed of myself when I got back here and sobered up. I looked up Cody just for inspiration and saw you. Tagged as Ryan. When I realized that you lied, I figured you were laughing at me all over again. I turned my shame into blame. But it’s not you. It’s me.”

“Believe me, I can relate. I have a dark side, too.” I keep worshipping him, “Fuck, you are a gorgeous man.” I drop to one knee and suck his left nipple. Dustin holds my head in place as I flick my tongue on his nub. He moans lightly. My hands caress his legs. When I pull off, I apologize, “I’m sorry I lied about my identity. You’re right - no excuses.”

I kiss his abs as I squeeze his tree trunk thighs. He gently rubs my hair. He says, “Fuck, yeah. Damn, it’s all cool, beast-man. We all do shit we shouldn’t. Just gotta learn from it. I fucking learned that I still got work to do on me.”

I look up, “Not on all of you. That chest is perfect. Smother me between your pecs.”

Dustin leans forward. I plant my face between his mounds. He wraps his arms around my head and squeezes, crushing me against him. I moan as I kiss his chest and caress his rock-solid body. The dominating pain feels so good. The muscle hunk lets go and I lick down his six-pack abs. I grip his ass cheeks then squeeze his legs as he flexes them.

I drop my ass onto my heels and look up at him, “Look, we both did something wrong, but you’re a fucking monster fighter and a gorgeous man. Win or lose, I want to be here. If we can be cool. Can we call a truce and finish this like dudes who just like to wrestle and fuck?”

Now that we've each learned something,
I'm hoping for more action and less animosity.

“Yeah, okay. I’m cool with that. But gotta warn you. I still won’t go easy.”

“Works for me.”

When I give his swollen bulge in his camouflage poser a look, he smacks my head playfully, “Not until after next fall, beast-man. But don’t worry, you’ll get it. You’ll get it real good.”

Round Two.

There’s no timer or words to start the next round. We both just know it’s time. We move in beside the mattress. As we walk, we lock eyes. Neither of us slows up or stops. We just march until we collide. WHOMP! I’m taller and heavier, but Dustin holds his ground. As we press our chests together, my dangling junk rubs on his camouflage pouch.

I say, “It’ll be fun to wrestle for real. All our cards on the table. No games. No distractions.”

Dustin’s eyes narrow, “Sounds like you’re saying that’s why you got tamed and shamed, beast-man.”

I smirk, “You legit beat me. Knocked me out. But you know I went easy. You even called me out on it. And you hid how good you are. If I’d known ... well, doesn’t matter.”

The muscleman nods and runs his tongue along his teeth, “So, that’s how it is? I got you. Well, now you know how good I am. What’re you gonna do about it?”

We step back and bump chests. WHOMP! He bounces back a step. WHOMP! I immediately use my body to drive him back another step. We step together again. WHOMP! This time, he meets me full-on and neither of us move. I feel his hot breath in my face as we stare each other down. Our pecs are mashed together as one. I feel his hand slide between us, but I don’t back off. He’s not going to do anything cheap. I hope.

Dustin reads my mind, “Awfully brave, letting me have this.”

“Shows what I think of you. I’m trusting you, little man.”

“OOHHHH! Little man? Damn, I can’t wait to fuck the smartass outta that big mouth.”

My cock stiffens in his hand and we almost kiss, our noses pressed together. I shoot my hands under his arms. I grab him around the waist and squeeze. Dustin moans as I caught him off guard. His hand is off my manhood as I crush his spine. He presses on my biceps. They might not be sculpted like his, but they’re big enough to have him groaning in pain.

I shake and bounce the handsome muscleman while never letting up. He’s obviously letting me crush him right now, because an MMA guy would be countering. He’s enjoying the test. Good. I suddenly lean forward, throwing him back. His head falls all the way to the bed and his back is really arched. Dustin thrashes as he hangs there, but I fight to keep him locked up.

“Still enjoying the bearhug?”

“Oh, fuck!”

Dustin plants his hands, trying to support his back. He groans, but I can’t hold him like this much longer. I squat lower and power him up. It takes a lot, but I wrestle Pete all the time, so Dustin’s 220 is well within my range to lift. The chiseled muscleman falls into me as I crush his now tender back. He’s weaker as he lightly bites my shoulder while gripping my biceps.

I adjust and lift him up off the mat. He braces himself by lifting his legs and putting his shins on my thighs. Dustin leans over my right shoulder, my neck is against his armpit. It might give him support, but it makes him even easier to shift from side-to-side. ARGH! The muscleman grunts, but I feel his arm swing back over my shoulder and twist under my neck.

Dustin suddenly throws his weight back and I’m pulled forward, landing face first on the mattress. BOOF! The impact doesn’t hurt, but it distracts me enough that I lose the bearhug, which was obviously the point. The handsome hunk locks his arm under my chin in a front facelock as he wraps his legs around me for a controlling body scissors.

Now, it’s my turn to grunt. He lifts his forearm into my Adam’s Apple and I feel choked. I push against him, but he’s too locked in. Damn it. I’ve been wrestling weekend wrestlers for sex for the past year. I’ve forgotten what it’s like to wrestle a real badass fighter. I need my edge back. I need to focus. I grab under his back and pull him with me as I slide my knees off the mattress.

“Where you think you’re going, beast-man?”

In response, I plant my right foot on solid ground and power back and up, deadlifting his 220-lbs up then lean him back into a bearhug. Dustin groans as I crush his body. He tries to tighten his legs, but he’s got no leverage. All he’s doing is helping me keep him aloft, allowing my legs to bear the burden rather than my arms. And my legs can hold him up all day.

Dustin tries to pull on my head again, but this time I’m ready and I brace against him. I pull back and stumble into the wall. BAM! I turn and charge. I open my arms and slam his back into the wall. SLAM! He groans. I step back and splash in again. SLAM! On impact, his legs open and drop and I’m able to pull my head free. I use my big body to crush his ripped torso.

I take a step back then lift my foot into his abs. THUD! He doubles forward, so I lock on a front facelock. I lift a knee into his body. THUD! Unfortunately, he’s so hard that he doesn’t feel it. He grabs me around my waist and spins us. The handsome hunk runs me into the wall. THUD! He pulls back then drives his shoulder into my stomach while I’m pinned there. WHOMP! WHOMP!

Dustin stands up and brings his knee into my abs. THUD! OOF! I bend forward. As he grabs my hair, I surprise him with a big elbow to his eight-pack. THUD! OOF! My stomach might not be ripped, but it’s fucking solid. I can take Pete walking across it, so his shoulders and knee didn’t do as much damage as he thought. I follow up with a driving shoulder that doesn’t hurt him, but it knocks him off-balance.

I immediately move in and step around him, locking on a standing ab stretch. I bend him sideways and crank hard. Dustin moans, “What the fuck is this shit?” I just laugh. If he doesn’t know it, maybe he can’t counter it. The ripped muscleman struggles, but I hold him tight. I add in some punishing body blows to settle him down. THUD! THUD! THUD! He grunts in pain.

The handsome hunk is locked up, but I know I can’t submit him like this. It’s a controlling move against a guy as tough as Dustin. I positioned us with the mattress at my back, which is perfect. I fall back, dragging him with me. BOOF! I keep the ab stretch and use my free hand to grab his ankle. I pull his leg back as I twist him hard. He lets out a long cry, feeling his muscles stretch, hopefully past their limit.

Dustin curses, “Oh, fuck you and this bullshit move.”

I can tell from his voice that he’s feeling it. I pull harder and he gasps. In desperation, the chiseled stud whips his elbow back. CRACK! The wild elbow catches my temple and momentarily stuns me. He pulls hard, tearing his ankle free and rolling away. I shake out my head and pursue. As I reach out, he dodges and grabs my wrist. I fall onto my face. BOOF!

Dustin mounts me, holding my body down while controlling my arm. He lifts it up and forward. I feel the pain in my shoulder as he puts his free hand on the back of my head, once again smothering me in the mattress. I groan as he twists and works my shoulder. I fight to power out, but he’s knows just how to make it so every movement hurts. Now I’m the one cursing.

The handsome hunk suddenly shifts. I feel relief, but only for a moment. He skillfully slides 90-degrees to the side, keeping my wrist. Before I can move, he’s got his ankle on the back of my neck, his other shin on my back and he’s pulling my arm back between his legs. His body holds me down as his power forces my arm in the wrong direction.

I have no choice, slapping the mattress and submitting. “I give, I give, I give!”

Dustin releases my arm. He rolls off and tousles my hair condescendingly. I feel his hands on my bare ass and he fondles it. He pulls my cheeks apart and I hear him moan approvingly. He slides a finger down my crack and teases my hole. I let out a soft cry as he toys with me. I feel my cock stiffen under me, but I say, “You haven’t won that.”

“Not yet. Just checking out the goods while you work that shoulder out. How’s it feel, beast-man?”

I roll it, “It’s fine.”

“No, I meant to wrestle a guy who’s on your level.” I roll over and look at him with a smile. He sees my rock-hard cock and grabs it. He squeezes and jerks it playfully, “Yeah, I knew you loved it. A real challenge. You’re definitely my kinda man.”

After Round Two.

We break to towel off and re-hydrate. I’m pissed at myself for getting into such a bad spot. Just stupid and careless. I continue to work out my shoulder, getting the feeling back. He’s really, really good and I’ve lost my intensity. Maybe I was never as good as him, but it doesn’t matter. What I need to do is level the playing field and I have a sneaky idea about how.

Dustin is looking out the window. I come up behind him and kiss the back of his neck. I squeeze his shoulders and whisper in his ear about how hot he is. I worship his back, kissing, tonguing and caressing it. He flexes for me, giving me an awesome view of his chiseled fighter’s physique. I make sure to worship him like the god he is. When I circle in front, he’s rock hard in his poser.

I kneel before him and look up, “Second time you beat me.”

“Yeah, it is.”

“How do you want to do this? Want me to go for it or do you want to make me do it?”

“Go for it, dude. Show me what you got.”

I nod, liking his answer. I reach up and fondle his tenting pouch. I lift his manhood up and lean in, sucking the cock head through the camouflage spandex. His poser is stretched out as I work him. I remember the rumors about his big fat dick - funny the things you remember - and they were right. Dustin’s a monster all over. Fuck, what a man.

My lips and hand work his massive bulge until I finally need to see it for myself. I reach up and slowly peel down his camouflage poser. What pops out is a beautiful cock. Fat, hard and cut, it’s perfect. I wrap my lips around the head and slowly go down. I fondle his balls as I start moving back and forth, up and down his mighty rod. I pick up speed as I work him.

Dustin moans, “Oh fuck! Yeah! Suck that big dick, beast-man. Suck me like a bitch!”

The incredible muscleman puts his big strong hand on my head. I savor the taste of his pre-cum, going all the way down to deep throat his rod. He whimpers when I start tugging on his balls as I blow him. The sexy fighter starts encouraging me, telling me how to suck him. Faster. Slower. Hold it. Tighter. More tongue. More neck action. I let him instruct me, enjoying the sounds of ecstasy.

It doesn't take long for him to cry out that he's about to shoot. He whimpers for me to stop, but I pretend I don’t hear him. I put my index finger and thumb around the base as I slide my lips up. I secure the head in my lips as my hand pumps out the massive load. Dustin cries out, changing his tune to tell me to keep going. He shakes and he grips my shoulders for support.

Dustin starts face-fucking me, ramming his rod down my throat. He gasps and tenses. I get ready and sure enough, he explodes in my mouth. I swallow every last drop of his massive eruption. He just keeps firing, testing my ability, but I manage to take all he’s got. At least in this area I’m proving myself. I keep working him, forcing him to empty his balls down my throat.

The ripped fighter stumbles backwards, pulling away from me. He falls against the wall, breathing hard. His cock is still semi-hard as he tries to pull his poser back up. I rise and move in, worshipping him again. He pulls me in for a kiss, tasting his cum on my breath. When I pull back, we lock eyes. I run my fingers over this body and he shudders.

All my opponent can say is, “Damn.”

Round Three.

We hop onto the mattress. Dustin’s camouflage poser is stuffed with his semi-hard cock. His nipples are erect and he’s moving a little slower. So far, he’s used his MMA experience to beat me, but I have some experience, too. The kind of experience MMA wouldn’t give him.

I take a step forward and he meets me. We bend forward and slap hands, looking for an opening. He suddenly dives at me and we lock up, struggling for control. I push sideways and he falls to one knee. I reach under his neck and between his legs, copping a feel as I flip him over. He groans as I make sure my hand grips, rubs and fondles his bulge.

As Dustin writhes, I have a free opening to mount him and pin him. I hold his wrists down as I wrap my legs inside his. I open him up in a grapevine, making sure my bulge presses down on his. I thrust to open him wider, but simultaneously mash our manhoods. He groans again. Dustin starts to fight, forcing me to move my hips and hump him. He growls and topples me.

Dustin rolls away, but I’m on him fast. He isn’t expecting it, so my 250-lbs flattens him down. He struggles under me, allowing me to hump his ass as we struggle. I notice his edge is dulled as he moans while I keep him face down on the mattress. With this gorgeous man under me, my cock powers up. I position it to separate his cheeks and he swears, “Fuck.”

I lean down and wrap my arms around his head. He blocks me from getting a rear naked choke, so I end up with more of a headlock, but it works for me. I drag him over, wrapping my legs around him. I lock my ankles and shift long limbs, making sure my calves massage his spandex-wrapped package. He shifts on top of me as I fight to get a choke locked on.

The handsome hunk fights the obvious battle - avoid being choked out - so he’s unable to do anything about the subtle one - me jacking him with my heel and calf. I feel him stretch and squirm on top of me. His gasping and lack of a counter tells me that he’s losing focus. I make sure to extend my legs and really squeeze on the scissors. He moans, feeling the pain, before I ease up and return to working his manhood.

Suddenly, I give up the choke attempt. He’s caught off-guard, allowing me to smoothly slide my hands over his heaving chest and under his arms. I trap him in a double chicken wing, locking my forearms behind his elbows and his hands behind his back. Dustin swears as I pull hard. The move naturally raises his magnificent pecs and his head falls back beside mine.

I position my mouth at his neck and ears. I grunt with exertion, hitting his ears and neck with bursts of hot air. I aim my breath at him and it works. He squirms to break free. Under my heel, his cock is rock-hard. I could probably make him cum again. He whimpers and starts bucking. I can tell he’s getting close, so he’s fighting hard to escape.

Rather than have him slam his ass on my bare manhood or hit my head with his, I let him go. I roll him onto his stomach and he pushes up to hands and knees, gasping. I dive into him, plowing him sideways. I easily get him into a spladle. Poor Dustin. He fights me, but it’s too late. His shoulders are down, his arms are pinned, his ass is up and his legs are wide open.

The handsome hunk grunts, “You’ll never get a submission with this!”

“Maybe I don’t want to.”

I run my free hand over his inner thigh. He gasps as my fingers softly wander over his smooth flesh. He squirms and convulses as the sexual sensations radiate through his body. I suddenly unleash a hard fist to the soft spot on his upper inner leg. POW! He cries out. I give him a series of stiff punches. POW! POW! POW! Dustin writhes under me, but he can’t move me.

I switch back to a gentle probing, pretending that I’m searching for the right place to attack. He fights to escape, so I hit him again. POW! POW! POW! I thrust out, spreading his legs even wider and he cries out. He’s grunting and gasping under me. His manhood is huge inside his pouch. I dig my thumb and fingers into the softened groin muscle and he whimpers loudly.

“Sure I can’t submit you?”

“Fuck, no! Oh fuck!”

I release the hold and he just collapses on his back, the fight drained from him. I easily roll him onto his stomach. He doesn’t resist me as I mount him and pull him up into a camel clutch. Only when I pull back, arching his back to a 90-degree angle does he suddenly react. He curses, “Fuck, this ain’t wrestling, beast-man!”

“Actually, it’s the pro wrestling, the best kind of wrestling.”

I slide my arms over his shoulders and across his chest. With my huge wingspan, I can find his nipples. He says, “No, no, no!” I ignore him and toy with his nubs. I caress and fondle his perfect pecs. He can’t resist me. I blow in his ear. He calls me a ‘bastard’ and a ‘son-of-a-bitch’. I extend my tongue into his ear and he thrashes like crazy. It’s all I can do to control him.

When Dustin settles down, I bring my arms up and lock on a rear naked choke. He can’t stop me this time and I know exactly how to apply it. I pull back, making him feel the camel and he groans. I tighten the choke and he has to give.

“Stop! I submit! You got me!”

I ease up, letting him down onto the mattress. I slide back on his body and lie on top of him. Dustin moans as I just enjoy the feeling of him under me. I kiss the back of his neck then roll off. He lies flat, gathering himself then rolls over. I bend down and extend my hand. He accepts, letting me help him up. I pull him into a hug and long passionate kiss.

After Round Three.

“Shit, that was sneaky, man.”

I smirk, “What? That was a legitimate move.”

Dustin’s eyes narrow, “You know what I mean. Making me shoot on the break then using erotic attacks. You got me good. Real good.” He smiles, “Impressive.”

I rise to my feet and spread my arms, “Show me how impressive it was.”

The muscleman smirks and moves in. He rubs my pecs and tells me how amazing I am. I can tell he’s been worshipped a lot in his life, because he knows exactly what to say. He’s way better at it than I am as he circles my naked body. I grow hard as his hands and lips run all over my hulking frame. Oh fuck, the gorgeous hunk acts like I’m the hottest guy ever and I love it.

When he drops to his knees to worship my legs, I rub his hair. My cock is standing high and proud. He goes to suck it, but I tell him I haven’t earned it, yet. He looks up at me and smirks, “And you never will, so consider this a freebie.” With that, he engulfs my cock. I moan as he slowly works my dick. I throw my head back and just enjoy the moment.

Dustin pulls off, “Finish or not?”

I look down, “Go ahead, take my load. If you can.”

The kneeling stud accepts the challenge. He leans in and goes to work, faster and harder. I watch him owning me, thinking about who he is, who I am and how hot this is. Dustin Blake is on his knees sucking my dick. He caresses my leg with his free hand and I feel my load building. I whimper that I’m cumming. He doesn’t stop, drawing my seed out of me.

My legs go weak as I erupt into his mouth. He swallows every drop as I rub his head. Dustin takes my seed from me, just like I took his. When I’m soft and drained, he looks up, “Well?”

“Damn.”

Dustin laughs and rises, “All right, I took your load. Now, I think you need to take something from me, beast-man.” The handsome hunk grabs his massive pouch and shakes it.

I kneel down and slowly peel down his poser down. Even though I’ve seen it and sucked it, I’m still amazed by how beautiful his dick is. Cody really did sacrifice something special when he dumped Dustin to defend my honor. Not important right now, though. This next round will be naked. If I win, it’ll be tied. If he wins, he owns me. I need to win.

Round Four.

Dustin is ready to go.

It doesn’t take long for us to bump chests again. THUMP! THUMP! I can tell that Dustin feels confident that he can finish me off. Naked submission wrestling is more his expertise than mine. I usually do it as foreplay with my boyfriends. Still, I’m bigger, stronger and I know I can control him with pro moves. He doesn’t know how to counter them, which means I can hold them longer and really wear him down.

Our cocks swell between us. I whip my hand up behind his head. He matches my move pulls against me. I lean in and kiss him deeply. He relaxes and kisses me back. I contemplate using the distraction to pull him into a move, but it feels cheap to do so. Especially after he didn’t cheat earlier when he could have. We break and nod at each other with respect.

After a couple of seconds, we charge in. Dustin goes low and to my right. He’s quick, but I guess right, already raising my knee. He runs into it face first. CRACK! The impact knocks him back onto his ass. I leap on top of him, barreling him down with 250-lbs of muscle. THUD! He collapses back and I slide up, pressing my cock onto his face. I grab his head and roll us onto our sides, moving him into a head scissors.

I squeeze tightly. I feel his hot breath on my balls as I extend my legs to increase the pressure. He growls and tries to shift, but I’m a lot of man to move. I feel him pressing on my ass, but I’m not about to let him slip free. I grab a handful of his hair and playfully pull. He grunts, “Not gonna distract me this time, beast-man.”

To prove his point, he rolls, lifting my legs up. As he works to get me on my back, I go with it but throw my body to the left. My weight and momentum drag him with me and he’s back down, just on his opposite side. BOOF! He curses and pushes hard on my legs and ass. Nope, not going to work. I see his legs working over time to plant and I debate releasing the hold.

Dustin kicks off, pushing his legs up. I’m rolled onto my stomach as he does a headstand behind me. Fuck. Sure enough, he’s able to bring his knee down into my back. WHACK! That breaks my concentration and he gets free. The handsome hunk topples to the side. He’s shaking his head out, unable to follow up. I reach out and grab his left ankle, rolling onto one knee.

As the ripped muscleman kicks, I pull hard, hyperextending his knee and hip. I lift as I step over him, flipping him onto his stomach. I sit back in a single leg crab. He groans as my weight presses down on his back. I reach down and fondle his manhood. He lets out a long, slow moan of pleasure and his cock stiffens as it dangles down. I feel him relax, which gives me the chance to lean back, bending him more and doubling the force. He cries out.

Dustin gasps, “Fuck. Uh. I told you. Oh god. That shit’s not. Mmm. Working again.”

I tease, “Isn’t it?”

With a loud growl and push, Dustin pushes up with his hands and twists. He gets his right foot on my ass and sends me flying all the way to the wall. CRASH! I hit hard on my shoulder and sit there, leaning against it for a minute. The muscleman asks, “You okay? I didn’t mean to push that hard.” I nod and confirm I’m fine. He nods, “Good, then I can do this.”

Dustin grabs my ankle and pulls. I scoot along the carpet, walking on my hands to avoid rug burn on my ass. He brings me back onto the mattress and wrenches my legs sideways. ARGH! I feel the pain immediately. He falls back and traps my leg between his. He twists my ankle as he holds my leg, expertly torturing my knee. I grab his feet and sit up, but he gives me another hard twist and I fall back, slapping the mattress in pain.

As I thrash on the mattress, Dustin doesn’t let up at all. He’s going for broke, “Yeah, beast-man! I got your ass now! Taming the beast. Fuck you look hot right now.”

I arch my back and grit my teeth, forcing myself to focus. Come on, I’m better than this. I use the only weapon I have - my other leg. I sit up and draw my leg back then thrust it out, kicking his hands. WHACK! Yes, I kick my own ankle and it hurts, but it dislodges his hands enough for me to pull free. I scoot back on my bare ass as Dustin dives for my leg. I pull it away just in time.

I rise into a crouch, balancing on my good leg. Dustin presses his advantage by moving in. His mistake. I launch myself at him, spearing him in the abs. We fly back, slamming into the wall. SMASH! If anyone is next door, we’ll be getting a call from management. Not that I care right now. I actually lift the ripped muscleman onto my shoulder as I stand up.

Dustin hangs on my shoulder as I walk and bounce him, driving my shoulder into his eight-pack abs. OOF! I work out my leg while I’ve got him under control. He decides he’s had enough of being carried and starts to push on me. I turn and flip him onto his back on the mattress. BOOF! I dive down, landing hard on his torso and driving the air from him. SPLAT! OOF! I lock his right arm up beside his ear as I spread my knees for support.

I squeeze and shake as I crush his head and arm together. I know he’s dangerous on the mat, even on the bottom, but I need to control him while I work out a plan. Easier said than done. He twists under me, bucking his hips and punching my sides. THUD! THUD! THUD! I’d have an easier time controlling an alligator. He’s wild, but I keep squeezing. ARGH!

With me able to counter his escape attempts, Dustin pauses. He bridges up, lifting my body with his hips. I feel his hand pushing hard on my side to flip us over, but I spread my legs and plant my feet, keeping us right where we are. Suddenly, he drops his hips. My ass stays up because I’m bracing. It takes him one second to reverse everything.

Dustin smoothly brings his knee up under my dangling junk and onto his body. His knee immediately presses into my abs and he pushes up, lifting my feet off the mattress. At the same time, he pushes on me and uses his other leg to bridge again, flipping us over. I’m on my back before I can even react. Like I said, one second and BAM!, a reversal and he’s free.

I try to swing my legs around him for a controlling body scissors, but that’s what he wants. He grabs behind my knees and pushes me up into a cradle. He kicks up and flips over, grabbing my leg and pulling me over with him. I’m disoriented by the reverse somersault as I end up face down and he’s in control of my leg. The same leg from the earlier leg lock. Fuck!

The ripped muscleman lifts my leg up as he rises and twists hard. I cry out. He stands on my other ankle, pinning it down. I can press up with my arms, but it doesn’t help. I cry out in pain as he attacks my ankle and leg again. He’s ruthless as he works me. I try throwing myself to the side, but without my legs, I can’t get enough force behind it. I try pulling my leg free, but he’s too strong and he’s got position. I try riding it out, but the pain is intense.

Dustin says, “Come on, beast-man! I got you! Admit it! Admit you’re tamed!”

I bury my face in the mattress and growl loudly, but when I push up, it’s not to counter, it’s to submit.

“I give! You got me! I’m tamed! I’m tamed!”

The handsome muscleman lets go and my leg drops down. I collapse face down on the mattress and all the energy leaves me. Fuck, I lost. I turn my head, “Are you posing over me?”

“No.”

I roll over onto my back, “Why the fuck not?”

Dustin laughs. With only a slight pause, he nods, “Because I wanted you to see it.” He plants his foot on my chest and flexes. I reach up and caress his leg as I stare up at his naked perfection. The chiseled leg. The massive manhood. The washboard abs. The heaving meaty pecs. The boulder shoulders leading to his bulging peaks. And his handsome face. All pumped and covered in a sheen of beautiful sweat.

I pull his foot off my chest and kiss it. I tell him, “Fuck, you’re perfect.”

The muscleman smirks and flops down onto the mattress beside me. He sighs, “Back at you, beast-man. Back at you.”

Dustin Owns Me.

After we relax for a few minutes, Dustin looks over at my sweaty body. He asks, “You okay?”

“I’m good.”

The bodybuilder rolls over. He's hard as a fucking rock. He grabs his cock, “Good? You’re great, dude. No offense, but I can’t fucking believe I just had the hottest fucking match of my life with Ryan fucking Bates. You seriously need to come home to Philly, man. I could definitely handle more wrestling like this.”

I laugh, “Thanks. I actually do get back a couple times a year to visit my mom. No offense, but I can’t believe Dustin fucking Blake is going to be one of my first calls next time.”

“I hope so, man.”

“Of course, I hope you’re not done with me now. You tamed the beast-man. You own me.”

Dustin nods, “Damn right I do. I’m gonna own you real good.” He starts to jerk himself. I roll over to him and stop him. He looks surprised until I grab his big, beautiful cock and then wrap my lips around the head. We both already know I can get him to shoot, but we both know that there’s something better coming if he doesn’t.

I edge him as best I can, listening to his cues this time. I get him hard as steel before sliding off. I roll onto my stomach while the powerful hunk grabs a condom. He asks me to get up and brace myself against the wall. I obey, standing with my arms up, feet spread an ass out. I drop my head and breathe slowly, trying to relax before he pounds me with his huge cock.

Dustin quickly moves in behind me. The fiery fighter fingers my hole, opening me up and lubing me up. He's thick, so I'll appreciate it when he does fuck me. I hear him open the wrapper then once his cock is covered, he grips my hips. I breathe in and out as I brace against the wall. I feel his lips kiss my back and I smile, appreciating the sweet gesture.

I moan loudly as Dustin pushes inside me. He enters my ass forcefully, but slowly. I bite my bottom lip as he pushes deep inside my hole. Oh fuck. It feels so good. He’s one of the biggest I’ve ever taken, much bigger than any of my three regular partners. I encourage him by telling him he’s such a man, he owns me, I’m his beast-bitch. It all gets him going harder and faster.

The powerful cock tears me up as the muscleman behind it ravages my ass. I gasp and moan as he savagely hammers my hole. I encourage him, enjoying the feeling of being plowed by this sexy muscle monster. Dustin tells me how hot I am and how I’m his beast-man. I beg him to tame me and he reaches up to grab my hair. I whimper approvingly as he pulls my head back.

Dustin pulls out then throws me face down onto the dresser. SPLAT! He slams into me and I cry out. Oh, fuck, he manhandles me as he pounds harder and harder. I tell him he’s huge and a monster. It gets him going deeper, so I keep it up, worshipping him and telling him no one has ever owned my ass like he has. I tell him he’s the best and that makes him work to prove it.

When he pulls out, I feel empty, disappointed he’s done, but he’s not. I get thrown back onto the mattress. BOOF! I thrust my ass up as he mounts me. He puts a hand on the back of my head, pressing it down into the sheet and soft springs. With our nearly 500-lbs slamming down, it creaks as he hammers my hole again.

The room echoes with my whimpers, his grunts and the rhythmic sound of his pelvis slapping my butt cheeks. Neither one of us can form words. Under me, my cock is rock-hard and leaking onto the white sheet as it’s crushed and jerked between my abs and the bed. Dustin is unrelenting as he owns me. Sucking him off earlier has only increased his stamina.

I whimper and manage to groan that I’m going to shoot. He commands me to release my load. It erupts untouched, soaking the bed and my abs as my body shakes. Dustin doesn’t stop. I hear him laugh at his beast-man getting tamed. I tell him I am tamed that he owns all of me, even my orgasm. That’s all it takes for him to pull out and tear off the condom.

Dustin forces me onto my back. He straddles me as he looks at the huge mess I’ve made. I reach out and rub his legs, begging for the beast-master’s load. I get it. I open my mouth to give him a target as the muscleman unleashes a monster load. The first shot hits me in the face, landing on my waiting tongue. Ropes line my body from abs to mouth as I watched his beautiful body tense and tighten.

When he’s reduced to drops, I slide under his legs so he can lean forward and lower his cock into my mouth. I clean the head as I caress his body. He calls me a “good little beast-man” and I moan approvingly. Dustin slides off then throws himself onto his back. We’re both exhausted as we lie on the king-sized mattress, unable to speak or move. I claw for the towel and clean myself up, wiping up our seed.

Sleeping with the (Former) Enemy.

We lie together, staring at the ceiling in silence. I could stay here forever, naked, exhausted and happy, but life must go on. I move to sit up, but Dustin stops me by grabbing my wrist. He asks where I think I’m going. I laugh, but he says he doesn’t think I should drive home after all we’ve done. I ask if that’s an invitation to spend the night. It is. I lie back, moving in against him.

Dustin holds me close and we spoon on the mattress. I feel his cock pressed against my ass and I’m excited that I’ll get it again. We make small talk, sharing more about our lives. He lives simply, focused on giving back. This room is the most luxurious place he’s been in 10 years and it was given to him by the sponsors who invited him to this conference for youth non-profits. They’ve paid for everything, so he’s trying to learn as much as he can.

I downplay my professional success, but he sees through me. He says that everyone knew I’d make it big, because I was so smart. He asks me if I’m still pro wrestling. Cody and I wrestled for the EWPA in high school. We were only 16, but no one cared because my best friend would pack the place with high school kids like Dustin. Cody singlehandedly raised the gate, endearing himself to the promoter and especially to the wrestlers who were suddenly getting paid.

I tell him about The Cave, the gay-oriented superhero-themed wrestling video company I co-own with Cody. He says he’s heard of it, but never really looked into it. Since Dustin’s money is so tight, he can’t buy videos. I suggest he could actually make some money wrestling for Maximus Mat Action in New York or BIGBeast in Boston. They have more G-rated videos that wouldn’t cause him any grief. He says he’ll think on it, but he really wants to know more about The Cave.

The more I tell him, the more interested he gets. He’s not a superhero fan, but he loves muscle. I tell him I’ll send him some big man matches to check out. He’s especially interested when I suggest Revenge and Rivalries 9, where I (as Bane) destroy Cody (as The Bat). I leave out the real-world details, lying by saying it was a fun match that exploded and drove us to a new level. (You can read it here - The Cave 3: Grudge Match).

The muscleman smirks, “So, that means you got a real ring?”

“We do. We share one with a local indie pro group, but it’s private when we need it to be. I can show you some other night this week, if you’re free.” I taunt, “I have to warn you, though. I’m more of a pro wrestler than a mat guy. I don’t lose in the ring.”

“Fuck, you always know the right thing to say, beast-man. Now we gotta do it.”

After a period of silent snuggling, he seems tense. His mouth opens and he makes noises but then stops. I can tell he wants to say something, but he’s holding back. I squeeze his forearm and ask what’s up. He breathes in deeply, but doesn’t speak. I have to ask two more times and guarantee that I won’t take it wrong.

Dustin asks me, “Since you brought up his name and you guys are still best friends, do you think you could help me meet up with Cody?”

“The boyfriend you've seen? It's very serious. Love and all that. I think Jae’s ‘The One’.”

“The boyfriend can come, too. Seriously, I’m not looking for a hook up. I got you for that.” I laugh then he kisses me while grabbing my junk in his paw. I roll around and we make out. It feels great. When we break, he says, “I’ll treat you all to dinner or even just coffee or whatever. It would mean a lot to me, just to talk to him. Man-to-man.”

“I will ask him. Cody has no idea that he impacted your life like he obviously did. I’m sure he’d love to hear all about it. So would I, if you don’t mind sharing.”

“20-years old. I was sitting waiting to find out if I was getting probation or prison. I’d failed at life. Wasted my potential. Blown my scholarship. Lost my future. Friends turned out to be fakes. Disappointed my parents. Cost them a small fortune. All because I was an idiot who believed I was invincible. I took shortcuts and I got caught. I had a lot of alone time to think.”

“Wow. I’m sorry.”

“Me, too, but I used that time to figure things out. I realized that my whole life, I was sold a lie. Everyone told me I was great. Parents, coaches, teachers, friends, even strangers. Everyone. Except one guy. One guy stood up to me, called me an asshole, wouldn’t back down and actually chose you over me. No offense.”

“None taken.”

“That’s why I remember Cody. He was the only one. Ever. While I was doing all that thinking, I couldn’t stop thinking about him telling me off. Slamming me face first into the lockers when I tried to get rough with him. Lecturing me. Then I remembered how he carried himself. How he treated people. I finally realized why he was so popular. It wasn’t the body, the looks, the charm. It was who he was. And Cody became my North Star. I worked to be like him.”

It’s such a heartfelt story that I don’t know what to say. It’s worked for him, so I don’t want to shatter his image of Cody. I love my best friend and he is pretty great, but he's no paragon of virtue and he hasn't led the kind of selfless life Dustin is aiming for. I wonder if Dustin can handle meeting the real Cody. Maybe he shouldn’t.

Dustin reads my face correctly, “Look, don’t get me wrong. I get that I’ve built him up in my head too much. He’s a regular guy with flaws and problems. He might even be a jerk. It’s okay. I know he’s not perfect, but I just wanna say thank you for inspiring me. I meant it last night when I said that he’s a real fucking man.”

I agree, “Yeah, he is. We’ve had issues, but I’m proud to call him my best friend. Most of the time. Look, I don’t know what he’ll say, but I will definitely put in a good word for you.”

“Thanks, Ryan.” Dustin kisses me then asks, “So, wanna fuck, beast-man?”

“No.” I roll over on top of him, “I wanna wrestle then fuck.”

The End