The Cave: The Adventures of SuperStar 18

My Personal Gym

“Damn, Cody, look at me. You’re gonna get me fired.”

I know I’m being set up, but I still ask, “What do you mean, Park?”

Here it comes. Parker racks his weights and bounces his pecs. He points at them, “My company has a rule that I gotta wear a shirt, but I can’t cover up these bad boys anymore. They’re too fucking perfect!”

I smile proudly as I watch the 5’7” muscleboy admire himself in the mirror. Parker is a hot fireplug and he’s right about his meaty chest. It’s perfect. He’s been an on-and-off personal training client of mine for two years, usually coming to me for one or two sessions to get a new routine then he’ll do it himself after that. Every time he feels himself hitting a plateau, he hires me again and I design something new for him.

Parker flexes and turns, looking at his pumped body from every angle. He’s an incredibly hard worker and disciplined with diet and workouts, so he deserves his moment. The 22-year old stud strips down completely so he can get a full body view, but I know his eyes are mostly on his chest. He wanted pecs that pop and they do. One of the nice things about having my own gym is that it’s just us, so I can let him enjoy his naked body while I clean up.

I hear a key in the door and I warn Parker that my boyfriend Jae is home. He doesn’t care, continuing to pose in the nude. And why not? He’s hot and it’s not like Jae hasn’t seen him naked before. Parker isn’t just a client, he’s also a wrestler for The Cave, the gay-oriented superhero-themed wrestling video company I co-own. His character is Wildfire and he’s won and lost stakes matches so it’s all been out there for the world to see.

Jae comes home from the gym. He’s also a personal trainer. For a guy who's only a year into his career, he's doing great. Supporting himself and getting a reputation for being a creative thinker who can help guys push through plateaus. He gives me a big “I’m home” kiss. We make out then my boyfriend notices my naked client. “Hey, Parker. Wow, you look amazing.”

“I know. Damn.” He repeats the same ‘getting fired’ routine with Jae, who also plays along. Part of being a successful trainer is helping clients celebrate wins. And Parker’s chest is a major win. The pumped-up fireplug looks away from the mirror towards us, “Remember where I was a year ago? Look at me now. Your man is a genius, Jae.”

My boyfriend laughs, “Don’t feed his ego!”

Parker saunters up, “Naw, man, he deserves it.” He grabs Jae’s wrists and puts my boyfriend’s hands on his chest. Jae dutifully tests out the heaving mounds of muscle and admires them. “Yeah, I think I need a raise, Cody. Wildfire’s gonna kick some ass! I‘m a slam dunk for the Best Chest award this year.”

Uh oh, them’s fightin’ words.

Jae takes his hands off the pecs and I notice his pecs bounce under his shirt. He also wrestles for The Cave as SuperStar, our Superman analog, and DarkStar, his evil doppelgänger. We give out fan-voted awards for matches, personas and bodies every year. My boyfriend is popular and beyond the wrestling, he’s admired for two main body parts - his amazing ass and his mountainous pecs. Despite being a rookie last year, he recently won awards for his assets, beating out some really hot and muscular hunks.

Parker smirks, “You got a problem with some competition, Jae?”

“No. I always encourage people to set lofty goals, even if they’re a little unrealistic. Dream big, little man.”

“This chest is big but it isn’t a dream. Don’t be a sore loser, dude.”

Jae peels off his shirt and sticks out his own perfect pecs, “Yeah, I wasn’t the loser. I won the vote. Where did you finish? Oh yeah, you weren’t even nominated.”

Parker moves in closer, looking up at his new rival, “That was then. This is now. What do you say we give the fans a chance to decide for themselves? A real side-by-side comparison.”

I’m surprised as my boyfriend backs away from the naked muscleboy’s challenge. He walks over and grabs a 6” step board then puts it down in front of Parker. He stands up and rolls his shoulders back, “Ask me that again, but to my face.” At 5’11” and in thick-soled sneakers, he’s right about 6” taller than the barefoot muscleboy, but this is a total cocky punk move. I love it.

The feisty fireplug confidently steps on the board and the two men bash pecs. WHOMP! They have a staredown and I rub my hands together. As they press their meaty mounds together, I check with my business partner Ryan to see when we can get the ring. It’s free Sunday. I let them know. They both agree immediately without even checking their phones.

Sweet.

The Wrestlers

In the locker room, Wildfire is more than ready. The young stud is pumped, fresh off some chest-inflating pre-match exercises. He’s prepped his body, completely smooth from the neck down and with a rich natural tan. And he’s covered himself with a layer of oil to get a fantastic sheen. He’s never looked better and he knows it as he stands naked in front of the mirror.

I tell him that he has three minutes. He nods and grabs his gear. First up is a pair of black trunks with a flame pattern on them. Wildfire pulls them up then tucks carefully, making sure everything is looking great. Matching knee pads and boots are next followed by yellow wrist tape and a small black domino mask. We used to put a flame chest tattoo on his pecs, but he doesn’t want to cover them. I get it. Instead, we wrapped his left shoulder. Looks good.

Wildfire can be a hero or villain. He’s mainly a cocky punk who’s rough and ready for whatever. He faces anyone and goes with the flow. He’ll cheat if he feels like it, but he’s skilled enough to win playing by the rules. Usually, he’s pretty laid-back, but I feel the tension with this match. He wants a good showing. He’s worked hard on his body and he wants to win. I suspect he’s going to lean more to his villain side, especially in all-black.

We head into the hall together. SuperStar is already waiting. Like Wildfire, he’s skipped his usual chest tattoo, opting for having the large ‘S’ diamond logo applied to his broad back instead of his red cape. His red trunks with a yellow belt are packed. He’s also got red boots, blue knee pads and blue spandex forearms gauntlets. His mask covers his head, leaving his beautiful eyes, adorable nose, luscious mouth and strong chin exposed.

As the two men face off, they bounce their pecs. Neither one says a word, because I told them to save it all for the ring (and in front of the cameras). The hero has pumped up just as hard as his opponent, so they’re both looking amazing. If I wasn’t in love with SuperStar, it might be a hard choice to figure out who looks better. But I do, so it’s not. The hero’s pecs are the best.

I send out SuperStar first. He races in energetically. Ryan and Pete zoom the cameras in on him from different angles, capturing his whole body. Of course, they know how this challenge started, so they spend a lot of time getting footage of his beefy pecs. He obliges with flexing and poses that accentuate their size, shape and power. Damn, my guy is beautiful.

With the hero’s intro done, the cameras turn and move back towards the curtain. I signal Wildfire. He smirks, “Sorry for what I’m about to do to your man, Cody.” I smile at his bravado then open the curtain. He pats my stomach on the way by, “He really should’ve gone for DarkStar. ‘Cause now, I guess I get to be the bad guy.”

As the cocky villain storms down the aisle and does his thing, I slip through the curtain and into the shadows to watch. The two studs are chest-to-chest in another staredown. Their bodies press together with SuperStar’s pecs hanging over the shorter Wildfire’s. The two men glare as Ryan and Pete grab the final footage. I see a hand wave telling me the intros are done. I reach over and ring the bell to start the match.

DING! DING! DING!

SuperStar vs. Wildfire: Round One

The two young muscle studs circle the ring. They eye each other as they roll their shoulders. The cocky punk in black stops and holds up his hand. Wildfire lifts his arms into a double bicep pose then drops his arms and turns into a side chest pose. He turns back and bounces his pecs. He points at them as he looks into the camera with a wink and a smirk.

Wildfire taunts, “I’m surprised you didn’t pump up your chest before the match.”

SuperStar rubs his obviously pumped chest but doesn’t want to play into the insult. He casually replies, “I don’t need to fake anything. My award-winning pecs are always huge and perfect. Now, you wanna wrestle or you wanna pose?”

“Remember why we’re here.” Wildfire turns to Ryan’s camera and points at it, “We’re here to let YOU decide who has the better chest, sexy. I know you’re there, at home, amazed at my growth. I look a lot different, right? Yeah, look at these babies.” The cocky punk points at his pecs. “Yeah, baby, I’ve worked real hard for you. Do you like what you see? Yeah, you do.”

The hero says, “C’mon, let’s get going.”

“SuperStar doesn’t like what he sees. He’s jealous. He’s afraid of the competition. He’s afraid of losing his precious Best Chest Cavey. Because how can he compete with these bad boys?” Wildfire bounces them. “That’s why I challenged him to a match. Yeah, that’s right. I. Challenged. Him. For you, sexy. All so you can decide for yourself - a side-by-side contest. Oh, wait. Contest implies he has a chance of winning.”

SuperStar rolls his eyes, but his ego gets involved. He faces Pete’s camera and flexes his chest. He turns into a side pose. Wildfire slithers up beside him and grabs hold of the right pec. He kneads the thick muscle, nodding. “Not bad, Not bad. I get why you WERE a winner.” The cocky muscle punk caresses the smooth slab of beef then tweaks the hero’s nipple.

The taller stud twitches and backs up, “Knock it off.”

Wildfire smirks, “Don’t get - wait! Wait! Wait! What is this?” He looks at his finger. “Is this makeup? You cheater! You shaded under your pecs!” The cocky punk reaches out and the hero backs up out of range. “Yeah, yeah, yeah. Wow, you’re desperate.”

The bigger muscleman frowns. He’s not afraid, just super-sensitive. However, he has to address the accusation, “I did NOT shade anything. These are all me!”

“Lemme prove it.”

Wildfire reaches out and the hero has no choice. The villain runs his fingers under the heaving pecs and I can see SuperStar struggle not to react. He wiggles a little as the feather touch tickles him. I’ll give him credit as he allows his pecs to be toyed with. I know it drives him nuts, but he’s fighting to focus. The hero lets out a soft moan as he’s molested. The smaller stud smirks, believing he’s got in the hero’s head.

The villain pulls his hands back and spreads his arms, “You can touch mine. You know you want to.”

SuperStar frowns, but feeling challenged, he moves in and rubs the meaty pecs. Wildfire’s hands return and the guys caress each other’s amazing chest. The cocky punk smirks the entire time as he seductively plays with the hero’s heaving slabs of beef. I look down and see SuperStar’s cock tenting his red trunks. Uh oh. Don’t get distracted. I hope this isn’t too much for him.

Wildfire suddenly lifts his knee into the hero’s balls, catching the aroused muscleman by surprise. SQUISH! AH! Yep, he got distracted. SuperStar doubles over in shock and pain. The definite villain grabs the bent forward stud by the mask and pulls him forward. Wildfire forces SuperStar’s face between his pecs and wraps his arms behind his head. He smothers the helpless hero between the gorgeous mounds.

The hero manages to push free. He stumbles backwards, shaking out his head. Wildfire turns and charges, whipping his right hand out with a vicious pec chop. SMACK! SuperStar cries out and steps back. The shorter stud unleashes a series of chops, driving the hero backwards into the corner. WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! Red streaks mar the perfect pecs as they’re brutally abused.

Wildfire keeps attacking as the hero braces against the turnbuckle. WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! The villain presses his advantage, grabbing SuperStar by the wrist and whipping him across the ring into the opposite corner. CLANG! As the shocked muscle stud bounces out, he’s met with a perfectly-timed leaping dropkick to the pecs. WHOMP! The hero’s feet fly out and he lands hard on his back. BOOM!

The shorter muscle stud rises and dives in, coming down with a double axe-handle to SuperStar’s meaty pecs. SMASH! The hero convulses from the impact. Wildfire grabs each of his opponent’s spectacular pecs in a claw as he spins around. He plants one boot between the helpless hunk’s legs and the other on his abs, grinding the sole into the washboard stomach as he secures the claws tightly.

Wildfire lifts his back leg, balancing on the hero’s body. SuperStar grips the forearms as he tries to pull the fingers from his chest. He can’t. The villain suddenly pushes up on SuperStar’s abs and rises into a handstand. Wow, impressive. He holds the pose as his weight bears down onto the locked-on claws that are tearing into the hero’s perfect pecs. ARGH!

SuperStar groans. He thrashes enough to de-stabilize the feisty fireplug. Wildfire smoothly lands to the side as the hero rolls onto his side, clutching his chest. The smaller stud runs back into the ropes. He ricochets off them, running at SuperStar’s back. He hops over the hero, bounces off the opposite ropes and baseball slides at the hero’s chest, boots first. WHOMP! The impact sends the hero rolling backwards, all the way to the ropes.

The bigger muscle stud grabs hold of the middle rope to lift himself up to one knee. Wildfire runs in. SuperStar sees him coming and lowers his shoulder into the heel’s chiseled abs. He lifts the young villain up and over the top rope. Instead of plummeting to the floor, Wildfire athletically grabs the top rope and lands safely on the apron behind the unaware hero. PLOP!

Wildfire immediately grabs the back of SuperStar’s mask. He uses it to control the bigger hero and bend him sideways as he forces the rocked stud into an ab stretch. With the ropes between them, the smaller stud is able to use them to secure his hold more tightly, holding the moaning muscleman in place. The villain’s free hand explores the stretched-out torso.

As he’s fondled, the trapped hero groans and gasps. He tries to power free, but Wildfire’s got hold of the ropes with one hand and one leg. SuperStar is going nowhere. Fortunately, he probably won’t give to this, but unfortunately for him, he’s completely at the smaller stud’s mercy. And I don’t think he has much. A few nasty punches to the side of the hero’s big pec confirms it. THUD! THUD! A third one tenderizes the nipple. THUD! OW!

Wildfire pounds away, determined to soften up the thick chest muscles. THUD! THUD! THUD! He caresses the flawless flesh over the stomach and side. His free hand moves to the chest. The villain licks his fingers then brings them to the hero’s nipple. He tenderly toys with the nub, getting it hard and causing the helpless hunk to moan. SuperStar is famously susceptible to erotic torture and while he’s getting better, the tenting trunks show it’s working.

“Yeah, whimper for me, SuperSlut. Let the fans hear that high-pitched gasping thing you do.”

SuperStar shakes his head, “Nev - ah! Oh! Yipe!”

There it is. The high-pitched yelp that I know so well. It tells me (and his opponents and all the fans) when he’s feeling it in just the right spot. The villain works the nipple then moves his hand to play with the pec and all the way to the armpit. He playfully tickles the shaved pit, causing the helpless hero to convulse and cry out again. SuperStar’s cock is hard in his trunks. Oh boy.

The hero is rocking in the ab stretch as he’s toyed with. It becomes so violent that the villain can’t hold him, even with the help of the ropes. SuperStar falls forward, rolling then collapsing onto his back. Wildfire springs over the top rope, coming down with a leg drop across the wide-open chest. WHAM! He rolls up then unleashes a series of hard boots. STOMP! STOMP! STOMP! The bigger muscleman bounces from the impact on his thick pecs.

Wildfire flexes as he plants his boot on the abused chest. He presses his boot down hard then steps over, pressing all his weight down onto the huge pecs. OOF! The villain turns and does it again, using the helpless hunk as his own step board as he goes back-and-forth, using his 160-lbs of muscle to break down the meaty mounds even more.

SuperStar finally manages to block the villain. He grabs the boot, lifts and pushes his tormentor away. The hero rolls to the side. He pauses for a moment then rises onto his hands and knees, gasping. Wildfire leaps onto the middle rope, using it to launch himself into the air. He lands with a big boot on the hero’s upper back, flattening him down. SPLAT! The heel casually sits down on the moaning muscleman’s back.

The villain reaches forward to pull SuperStar into a camel clutch. The hero realizes what’s happening and manages to power his arms free before they can get locked into place. The hero pushes up to hands and knees. Wildfire stays on, sitting on him like a jockey. He punches the bigger muscleman between the shoulder blades. WHACK! The hero shrugs it off, pushing up hard and fast. The ripped villain topples off him onto his back. SPLAT!

The hero dives on top of Wildfire, coming in with a big forearm to the chest. WHOMP! OOF! He grabs the meaty pecs in a claw and squeezes hard. ARGH! Wildfire grunts, gripping the spandex-wrapped forearms as SuperStar’s fingers dig in deep. The bigger muscleman shifts position to lift his knees up and plant his feet. He squats over Wildfire then rises, dragging the smaller stud up by the vicious claw crushing the sides of his thick chest. FUCK!

Wildfire squirms, his face showing the pain of the move. He moans that his beautiful pecs are being torn off, but SuperStar ignores that, knowing that’s just how it feels. The hero powers the smaller stud up off the mat, into the air. He straightens his arms, holding the helpless heel aloft. Wildfire writhes as he’s held up in the suspended pec claw. He braces his legs against the hero’s sides and cries out in pain.

SuperStar’s arms start to shake, so he throws the villain towards the corner. Wildfire flies back, slamming into the turnbuckle. CLANG! He collapses onto his ass and grips his meaty chest. PLOP! The smaller stud curses until he hears stomping boots. He looks up too late as the hero flies in, driving his award-winning ass on top of Wildfire’s aching chest. SPLAT!

The hero grabs the top rope for support as he bounces up and down in the Bronco Buster. WHOMP! SuperStar’s ass repeatedly slams down onto Wildfire’s perfect pecs. WHOMP! WHOMP! WHOMP! The villain is driven down, flat on his back by the force. SuperStar pulls himself up then puts his boots on the thick pecs. Wildfire kicks his black boots up and down as 190-lbs of muscle balances on his chest.

SuperStar jumps up to the middle rope. He bounces twice then comes down, slamming his ass onto Wildfire’s pecs from five feet in the air. KA-SPLAT! The villain’s mouth hangs open as he gasps for breath. The hero stands up and the smaller stud rolls onto his side between his legs. The heel gasps for breath, moaning as his boots weakly rise and fall.

The hero grabs a handful of hair and forces the villain up. He roughly pushes him into the corner. SuperStar measures up the stunned stud then unleashes a vicious chop to those battered pecs. WHAP! The sound of the powerful strike echoes around the empty arena as Wildfire bends forward, cursing as he grasps his chest.

The bigger stud powers him up to standing again. Another slicing chop cuts across Wildfire’s perfect pecs. WHAP! The villain bends forward and stumbles out of the corner, trying to escape. He rises up and I can see the red lines across his heaving chest. The heel’s face shows the lingering effects as his mouth forms an ‘O’ with his lips out as he tries to re-focus.

SuperStar doesn’t want that to happen. He quickly moves in behind. The hero reaches under the smaller stud’s armpits and grips the punished pecs. A surprised Wildfire grabs hold of the forearms. Before he can do anything else, SuperStar squats and lifts, throwing the smaller muscle stud up and over in a German suplex variant ... like a Pec-plex or something. BOOM! The villain lands hard on his neck and shoulders, obviously stunned by the impact.

Wildfire rolls onto his side then flops onto his back with his arms and legs out. His bulging chest stands high as he lies unmoving, except for his deep breathing. SuperStar moves back in. He grabs a handful of hair and forces Wildfire up again. The hero slices a series of forearm chops across the perfect pecs, driving Wildfire to the corner. WHAP! WHAP! WHAP!

With his opponent weak and sagging against the turnbuckle, SuperStar grabs his wrist and whips the smaller stud across the ring. The villain spins and hits hard on his back. CLANG! He stumbles forward right into another chest claw. ARGH! The hero once again lifts him into the air by his pecs. After all the abuse, Wildfire is quickly screaming in pain as he hangs in the air.

SuperStar circles as he focuses on keeping the smaller stud aloft. Last time, his arms gave out before Wildfire, but after all the punishment, the villain has to admit the truth.

“I GIVE! I GIVE!”

The hero opens his hands and Wildfire plummets to the canvas. SPLAT! SuperStar uses his boot to force the heel onto his back. He plants his red boot on the ravaged red chest then flexes over the moaning stud. Pete’s camera zooms in on the boot and battered slabs of meat. Damn, they still look good. I lift my gaze from the suffering stud to watch my boyfriend bounce his award-winning chest for Ryan’s camera.

SuperStar moves off, “There’s only one number one chest in The Cave. And it’s right here.”

Round Two

Five minutes goes fast as the muscle boys shake off the first round. Wildfire spent a lot of time on his chest, naturally. Normally, the cameramen take a break, but Pete stayed on the job, capturing the massaging and stretching. The villain seductively oiled up his perfect pecs then checked them out in the huge mirror on the far side of the ring. He nodded, satisfied he’d repaired the damage.

The clock winds down, so I ring the bell. DING! DING! DING! The studs circle the ring slower, their initial nervous energy dissipated and replaced by steely determination. It’s always great to win the first fall, but there’s also a danger of a letdown. If you start thinking you’ve got a margin for error, you end up making errors and suddenly, it’s all tied up and he’s got the momentum.

I’ve coached SuperStar long enough that he knows this. I can see he’s really focused on winning this fall and heading to the stakes round. I hope he can do it. Wildfire’s not going to make it easy. He’s bouncing and shaking out his arms. The villain looks like a rattlesnake that’s about to strike.

The muscle studs suddenly move in fast. Not for a lockup, but for a showdown. They bump bodies and bounce off. THUD! They move in again. As they close, Wildfire hops up, making sure they hit chest-to-chest. THUD! The smaller stud is pushed back but comes right back in for more. THUD! And again. THUD! They stand two feet apart, staring at each other.

As the musclemen stare, Wildfire points at the hero. He starts to speak, but it’s a distraction. The heel whips his boot up between the hero’s legs. SQUISH! The brutal ball kick drops SuperStar to his knees as he holds his package. The villain leaps up for a dropkick to the kneeling hunk’s pecs. WHOMP! The impact sends the hero flying backwards onto his back.

SuperStar writhes on the mat, cursing. His momentary paralysis enables Wildfire to leap onto the middle rope and use it to springboard backwards, flipping over and splashing down on the hero’s thick pecs. SPLAT! The smaller stud spins to face down SuperStar’s body. He presses his bulge down on SuperStar’s face as he grabs the hero’s wrists.

Wildfire forces the hero’s hands to slap his own pecs. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! He teases, “Why are you hitting yourself?” SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

The bigger muscleman tenses up and resists, taking control of his arms and hands back. Wildfire uses his top position to push them down against SuperStar’s sides. He slides forward and spreads his legs, using his inner thighs and knees to pin the hero’s upper arms to his side. With his opponent immobilized, the heel can’t resist reaching down to grab hold of the aching bulge. He squeezes and shakes it playfully as he bounces his butt up and down on the helpless hero’s chest. BOP! BOP! BOP!

SuperStar grunts and bucks under the lightweight villain. He easily topples him off then rolls away as quickly as he can. Not quickly enough, though, because Wildfire spins and dives forward, driving his fists and forearms down onto the hero’s chest. THUD! OOF! He grabs the hero by the mask and drags him up. Wildfire whips SuperStar into the corner. CLANG!

The villain runs in and splashes onto the hero’s chest. SPLAT! He bounces off but lands perfectly. Wildfire runs to the side and hops over the top rope onto the ring apron. PLOP! He slides in behind the grunting hero, grabbing the back of the suffering stud's mask. The smaller stud pulls SuperStar’s head back over the top turnbuckle, elevating his chest.

SuperStar reaches back to get free, but that’s what the villain wants. He grabs the bigger muscleman’s wrists and pulls the arms back. The hero rolls his shoulders and his arms are forced over the top ropes and straight out behind him. Wildfire braces one boot on the back of the middle turnbuckle for leverage and pulls hard. ARGH! The hero whimpers as his chest is stretched out in the surfboard, his shoulders tested to their limit.

Wildfire pulls harder and the bigger muscleman leans back to ease the pressure. He’s now on his tip toes as he’s tortured. With no leverage and no counter, all he can do is cry out and hold on. SuperStar won’t give, so the villain releases his wrists. The unprepared muscleman snaps forward, flying out of the corner and landing hard on his front. SPLAT!

Wildfire climbs in fast behind SuperStar writhing on the mat. He circles in front then grabs the mask, dragging the bigger muscleman up. As soon as the hero reaches his one knee, his football training kicks in. He drives forward, overwhelming Wildfire as he forces him into the opposite corner. CLANG! The impact takes the wind out of the heel as he collapses forward.

SuperStar rises to full height, lifting the villain up with him then flipping him over with a big back body drop. BOOM! The hero falls backwards, driving his ass on top of Wildfire’s thick chest. PLOP! I see SuperStar breathing deeply as he fights to focus. He finally grabs the heel by the hair and rolls onto his side. The hero pulls the villain into a tight head scissors. ARGH!

While this is an obvious rest and re-group move for SuperStar, that doesn’t make it any less painful for Wildfire. To get his award-winning ass, the hero has had to do a lot of leg exercises and I’ve been training him to better unleash their power. From the villain’s deep red forehead and wild thrashing, I’d say it’s working. The smaller stud is groaning as he fights to escape.

The hero keeps up the pressure, but he realizes that he’s not getting a submission. SuperStar opens his legs suddenly and rolls into a crouch. Wildfire falls onto his back and holds his head, moaning softly as he tries to focus. The bigger muscleman moves in fast, dragging the heel up by his hair. He steadies the villain then backs up two steps.

As Wildfire shakes out his head, SuperStar leaps up, delivering a huge standing dropkick to the wobbly muscleboy. WHOMP! Wildfire’s feet fly out from under him and he actually flips all the way over, crashing down onto his front. SPLAT! The bigger muscleman jumps up and spins, splashing down onto the villain’s back. WHAM! All the air leaves the smaller stud.

SuperStar smoothly spins and into position to apply a camel clutch. He pulls the gasping stud up by his biceps, locking the chiseled arms over his thighs. The hero locks his left hand under Wildfire’s chin and pulls up. He leans back, forcing the villain to stare at the ceiling. The trapped muscleboy gasps then lets out little grunts as he tries to adjust to the painful hold.

With his right hand, the hero reaches over Wildfire’s shoulder and rubs the raised chest. He caresses the smooth tanned flesh. SuperStar squeezes the pec in several places, nodding as the smaller muscleman shudders and swears. He tweaks the right nipple and the villain shifts violently under him. The camel stays locked on. Another tweak draws out a shocked gasp.

SuperStar smiles, “Looks like I’m not the only one who’s a little sensitive.”

Wildfire snarls angrily but he can’t grunt out a reply. All he can do is moan. UNH! SuperStar toys with the helpless hunk but the villain won’t submit. The hero releases the hold, letting the heel collapse down. The bigger stud reaches under Wildfire’s armpits and grabs hold of the meaty mounds. He rises, pulling the villain up to his feet by his chest. ARGH!

SuperStar reaches around Wildfire’s head and forces him back into a standing dragon sleeper. With the villain’s chest really open for exploration, the hero goes to town. He rubs, fondles, squeezes and punches the perfect pecs. THUD! THUD! THUD! In the slow-working sleeper, Wildfire’s strength is clearly draining. His legs are going limp and SuperStar has to work harder to keep him up. The hero releases him, letting him crash to the canvas. SPLAT!

The hero bends down and drags the dazed Wildfire to his feet. He scoops him up across his chest, carrying the smaller stud like he weighs nothing. Suddenly, the villain starts kicking a fighting. SuperStar holds on tightly, countering the counter with pure strength. The force of the heel’s fight is enough to make the bigger muscleman stumble towards the corner.

SuperStar says, “I was going to slam you, but now, I’ve got a better idea.”

The heroic powerhouse turned to the corner. He lowered the villain upside down, locking Wildfire’s left ankle under the metal rod connecting the top turnbuckle to the ringpost. The villain was hung up like a ... well, something that hangs upside down. Not a bat, because that’s my thing, but like a giant side of beef. Or in Wildfire’s case, a smaller side of beef, but less gross. On fact, the chiseled stud looks damn hot suspended there.

Anyway, Wildfire tries to crunch up to free himself but a boot to his perfect pecs sends him right back down. STOMP! SuperStar drives his boot into the thick chest. STOMP! STOMP! STOMP! The handsome hanging stud twists and moans in the tree of woe. He can only take the punishment, trying to flex his chest in defense. STOMP! STOMP! STOMP!

SuperStar pauses and surveys the damage. He nods, “Yeah, definitely not award-winning now.”

“Still. Better. UNH! Than. Yours! UNH! Let me the fuck down!”

“No, I think I’ll help you up instead.”

The hero reaches down, swatting Wildfire’s swinging fists away. SuperStar grabs the villain by the hair and under his shoulder. He lifts his upper body up while keeping his ankle trap. A smooth adjustment has the handsome heel’s face buried in the bigger stud’s shaved armpit. SuperStar lifts his boot onto the middle turnbuckle and presses his knee into the villain’s back to keep him up.

Wildfire is trapped as he is stretched out, suspended parallel to the ring. Ryan hops onto the ring apron to capture it all, panning down the villain’s chiseled body to his battered but still mountainous chest. SuperStar uses his free hand to again attack his chest - caressing, teasing and tormenting the helpless stud. SMACK! THUD! TWEAK! The smaller stud thrashes around but he can’t escape. His perfect pecs are showing the damage.

SuperStar brings down big forearms on top of the heaving chest. WHOMP! WHOMP! WHOMP! He switches to a vicious claw and Wildfire goes nuts. His arms flail, but he can’t get the angle to hurt the bigger muscleman. He’s really crying out. SuperStar pauses to add a series of fists to the left pec. THUD! THUD! THUD! He then drops the moaning heel, letting him fall.

Wildfire’s back slams into the turnbuckles. CLANG! His head just hits the canvas. WHACK! The impact jars his boot loose and he collapses into a heap in the corner. I can hear his whimpering grunts as he fights to recover from the damage. Instead, he gets dragged up by his hair and roughly shoved into the corner. CLANG! He sags with his butt on the middle turnbuckle and his arms stretched out to the sides along the top ropes.

The hero grabs Wildfire’s left wrist. He lifts the arm then bends the wrist back behind the villain’s head. Facing his prey, SuperStar grabs the wrist with his left hand, keeping it up and trapped. He draws back his right fist then drives it directly onto the left pec. POW! The handsome heel shudders. SuperStar does it again. POW! The smaller stud looks out of it.

SuperStar steps backward, pulling the stunned stud from the corner. He kisses his right fist as the villain struggles to even keep his balance. The hero draws his fist back again and this time lets go of the left wrist and puts his whole body behind the huge fist to Wildfire’s perfect left pec with a huge heart punch. KAPOW!

Wildfire’s body flies backwards into the corner then bounces out. The villain shakes and shudders as he stumbles forward. SuperStar just watches as the power of the heart punch works its way through the smaller stud’s ripped body. The bigger muscleman puts his right index finger on the convulsing heel’s forward. He pushes and it’s enough to drop Wildfire. SPLAT!

The hero plants his boot on the quivering stud’s chest. He lifts his arm in the air and begins to count.

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

SuperStar pauses and looks down at the stunned stud. The cameras zoom in on his red boot on the loser’s abused but beautiful chest. Wildfire isn’t moving, so the hero decides to keep counting.

FOUR!

FIVE!

SIX!

SEVEN!

EIGHT!

NINE!

TEN!

With a ten-count in the books, the victorious hero flexes over the moaning but unmoving loser. SuperStar bounces his pecs and points at them as he basks in the glory of his win. He makes sure to show off his chest to the fans by looking into each of the cameras. The winner proudly beats his pecs. THUD! THUD! THUD! I smile in the shadows, proud of my guy’s performance.

“There’s only one choice for Best Chest, boys. And that’s SuperStar! Thanks for watching.” He looks down at the still unmoving loser. “Bragging rights are great, but I think this villain needs something more to remember who’s best.”

Stakes

The winner circles the loser. He rubs his bulge as he surveys his prize. SuperStar’s red trunks are tenting from the sight of the writhing, moaning muscle stud on the canvas. Wildfire rolls a little as he tries to regain his strength. He finally manages to move onto his side. The hero plants a boot on the aching stud’s shoulder. He tenses his pecs as he looks down.

The bigger muscleman idly rubs his chest as he waits. He moves his red boot off then reaches down, grabbing a handful of hair. SuperStar forces the whimpering Wildfire to his feet then pushes him face first into the corner. The villain holds onto the top turnbuckle for support. The hero kneels behind him and yanks down the black flame-patterned trunks.

SuperStar grabs hold of the ass and kneads it. He nods, “Not award-winning, but nice. Like your chest.” Wildfire tries to turn to answer but gets a stiff smack to his smooth white butt. SPANK! “Stay where you are. And don’t speak unless you’re spoken to.”

The hero works the trunks off over the black boots then rises up, spinning them around his finger. He whips them around Wildfire’s neck and uses them to pull the villain backwards. The loser grabs the spandex as it chokes him, fighting to ease the pressure. SuperStar uses the makeshift collar to lead the smaller stud into the middle of the ring.

SuperStar says, “Worship my pecs.”

Wildfire tries to respond, but a quick tug on the trunks around his neck cut that off. When the black spandex is pulled away, the loser has no choice but to face the winner and start his work. He grabs the heaving slabs of prime beef and kneads them. The smaller stud leans in and sucks on the right nipple. SuperStar moans encouragingly. A couple of tongue flicks and the hero grunts, “Oh yeah.”

The winner grabs the loser behind the head and pulls his head forward. He holds Wildfire’s mouth over his nipple, forcing him to continue to suckle on it. The smaller stud keeps his hands moving, rubbing the beautiful pecs then sliding them down the sexy torso to the narrow waist. He reaches into SuperStar’s trunks and works them over the mountainous ass.

SuperStar releases the villain and orders him to get on his knees. Wildfire drops. PLOP! He finishes peeling the red trunks down and off. When he sits back up, a small wave of the winner’s fingers is all it takes for him to lean in and start sucking on the hero’s cock. He’s good at it, giving the bigger muscleman a long and sensuous blowjob.

It doesn’t take long before the hero gasps and pulls out. He’s hard as a rock, his rod shiny and ready. SuperStar drags Wildfire up by his hair. He leads him to the edge of the ring, forcing him between the top and middle ropes facing out. He drapes the shorter stud’s arms over the top rope. The winner slides on a condom as the shorter stud thrusts his butt back to receive him.

SuperStar moves in, gripping Wildfire’s hips tightly as he guides his cock to the loser’s waiting hole. He plunges in. The villain lifts his head and moans as he holds the ropes for balance. He cries out for the hero to take his ass. The bigger muscleman pumps his hips, thrusting in deep. His award-winning ass flexes as he begins to plow the grunting heel.

The hero slaps the side of the villain’s ass, ordering him to reach his arms back. Wildfire obeys and the bigger stud grabs hold of his wrists. SuperStar pulls back, stretching the ripped arms and sculpted shoulders. With new leverage, he can pump harder and faster. The villain arches his back, which lifts his perfect pecs up. They’re tight and flexed as he gets pounded from behind.

On the floor, Pete gets a great upshot of the heel’s body. The cameraman pans from Wildfire’s ecstatic face to his meaty mounds to his bouncing rock-hard cock and dangling balls then back up. I’m sure he wanted to win, but the smaller stud seems to be enjoying losing. And with his pecs stretched and standing up and out, he’s showing them off damn well.

SuperStar rhythmically rides the loser, slamming his pelvis against the tight ass as he goes in deep. WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! He’s sweaty and gasping as he pounds the villain. The hero lets go of the wrists. Wildfire snaps forward falling over the middle rope but held tightly as the bigger muscleman grips his hips again. He pumps his cock, slowing down then stopping, holding it all the way in as he gathers himself.

The hero slides out and peels off his protection. He reaches out for Wildfire’s hair. He pulls the loser back into the ring then pushes him onto his back on the canvas. SuperStar circles then drops down, sitting on the villain’s face and pinning his shoulders down with his shins. He wiggles his hips to really bury the handsome fireplug’s face deep between his mountainous ass cheeks.

SuperStar says, “Get to work. I wanna feel that tongue - oh! Yeah, that’s it.”

With Wildfire worshipping his perfect ass, the hero rubs the villain’s sculpted pecs. He plays with the heaving slabs then punches down on them. THUD! THUD! THUD! Wildfire bucks under him, but the 190-lbs of muscle is more than enough to hold him down. SuperStar grabs his own cock in his right hand and caresses his own chest with his left.

The hero jerks off while he fondles his own perfect pecs. Wildfire works under him and SuperStar is moaning. He pumps his rock-hard shaft, his breathing getting faster. The cameras capture everything, but the bigger muscleman is only focused on his own pleasure. He groans and shifts, occasionally looking down at the fireplug’s chiseled body for inspiration.

SuperStar gasps and I know what’s coming. I’ve heard that sound and seen that face many, many times. His cock erupts, spraying his hot white cum onto the villain’s red, battered pecs. Ropes of seed line the smooth heaving chest. Wildfire writhes under the bigger muscleman as he feels himself getting marked by the winner. It’s a huge load for huge slabs of beef.

Underneath SuperStar’s ass, Wildfire moans. His own cock is hard and bouncing, throbbing for release. When the hero starts rubbing his cum into the loser’s abused pecs, the villain bridges his hips up high. The winner grabs hold of the engorged cock and pumps, aiming it up the loser’s body. Suddenly, Wildfire unleashes his balls, firing his cum on top of the hero’s load.

SuperStar holds tight and drains every last drop from the quivering villain. When the last drops emerge, the hero puts them on the index and middle finger of his free hand. He rubs the seed around each of the whimpering Wildfire’s erect nipples, driving the supremely sensitive loser crazy. The bigger muscleman’s weight holds his shoulders and head down while his ripped body thrashes.

When Wildfire finally collapses from exhaustion, SuperStar rises. He plants his boot on the cum-covered chest and flexes over the loser. The hero grabs his gear and exits the ring, leaving the destroyed and drained loser in the ring. Ryan gets the final shots of the wrecked Wildfire, who can’t resist one last bouncing of his battered but still beautiful pecs.

In the Locker Room

I smirk, “You know, you might’ve done too good a job, right?”

My naked, sweaty boyfriend furrows his brow, “How do you figure that, Cody?”

“Babe, you spent a long time relentlessly destroying his pecs then you made them the focus of the stakes round. Both cameras were focused on them. Come voting time, anyone who watches that destruction is going to remember jerking off hard to those giant slabs of beef.”

My boyfriend rubs his pecs, “He got in some good shots on me, too.”

“Yeah, but nothing like you got on him.”

“I did kick his ass, didn’t I?” Jae shrugs, “It was worth it.”

I laugh and hug my boyfriend. “If you do lose the award, I’ll apologize. I’m sorry I’m so great at my job.” He rolls his eyes, so I squeeze him harder, “But no matter who the fans decide has the Best Pecs next year, you’ll always be number one in my eyes.” I reach down and squeeze his bare ass, “And I’m sure you’re still the frontrunner for a certain other category.”

“Gee, thanks. But now that you mention it, you better not be training anyone’s ass to be better than mine, because I really don’t want to wrestle Riddle.” I give him a confused look. Jae grabs the front of my shorts, “You know, to promote your biggest competition in the body awards.”

I laugh, getting his point. It’s true that The Bat has never lost Best Bulge (or Best Hero or Best Overall Wrestler, not that I’m keeping track), but Mr. Riddle was the stiffest competition (no pun intended) I’ve ever faced, almost winning last year, despite only appearing in a few matches. I lean in and kiss my boyfriend, promising my undying loyalty to his beautiful bubble butt. We make out passionately. Jae reaches down and pushes my shorts to the floor. I step out of them as he lifts my shirt up and off.

With both of us naked, we take my award-winning cock and his award-winning ass to the showers.

The End