The Cave Undercard 28: Tarantula vs. Web

The Cave Locker Room.

“Thanks for this, Cody.”

“Are you kidding? I should be thanking you. Ash is gorgeous.”

Mark sighs, “He is, isn’t he? My knees legit went weak first time I saw him. The eyes. The smile. The body. And he’s so smart and so sweet.”

“Yeah, he was great in training. You sure know how to find them. Your hookups are welcome here any time.” I ask playfully, “Although based on that sigh, is he maybe more than a hookup?”

My buddy blushes, “We’ll see. For now, we’re just casual, but you never know. I haven’t been this excited about a guy in a while. That’s why when I found out that he was into wrestling, I had to bring him here.”

“And he’d really never heard of The Cave?”

“Nope, I guess you guys aren’t that big in India.”

I laugh, “So much for our global empire.”

“And he’s got that perfect wrestler body but he never actually wrestled much. He was a really good gymnast - just missed out on the Indian national team. He watches pro wrestling, but really had no idea there were places like The Cave where we could live out our fantasies.”

My eyebrows raise, “Gymnast? Ah, that explains why he was so good in training. I thought he was just a bodybuilder, so I was surprised by his athleticism and instincts. Moves beautifully. Picked it all up right away. Huge potential if - ah - hm.”

My buddy’s eyes narrow, “I’m sensing a problem? What’s wrong?”

I pause then ask, “Are you absolutely sure that it’s a good idea for you to face him? I don’t want to put a strain on your relationship, especially with it being so new and you hoping for more. Jae would be happy to break him in.”

Mark laughs, “I bet he would.”

I smile, “It’s not like that. It’s just you’re bringing him in as a total rookie. He’d never been in a ring before last week. And now you’re saying that he was a world-class competitive athlete. I don’t know how he’ll be with losing.”

“Well, not competitive like this. Gymnastics or bodybuilding aren’t wrestling.” I raise an eyebrow. Mark defends his point, “They’re individual sports where you’re competing against yourself. That’s a lot different than wrestling where you’re battling against another guy at the same time. No scores in pro wrestling. And besides, he’s mostly a bottom.”

“Hm. Have you talked to him about this?”

“Well, sure. I mean, we’ve watched a lot of Cave matches, including mine. He’s a big Spider-man fan, too. Just another thing we have in common. So, he’s cool being a webbed hero to my Tarantula villain character. We even did a play session in our gear. His ass in those red trunks you got him? Oh my god, Cody. I want that ass so bad.”

“Sure, sure. But it’s one thing to roleplay in the bedroom and a whole different thing in the ring when your pride is on the line. When the juices start flowing, it can get cutthroat. Even Jae and I still go hard at each other and want to win.”

“Ashish isn’t like you guys, Cody. That’s why this is best. We can just have a fun match. I’ll get a win under my belt and he can get his feet wet. It’ll keep him from getting discouraged.” Mark pauses then adds, “Plus, I don’t really want to watch your boyfriend fuck mine ... friend. My friend.” I smirk at his slip. “Not yet, anyway. I want to be his first in the ring.”

“Got it. You know best.”

In the Hallway.

As the door closes behind me, I smile. It’s nice to see Mark so happy. We’ve known each other for years, meeting when I picked him up and fucked his tight top ass in the - well, that’s not important right now. The 26-year old stud deserves a good guy. He’s slept around but always in the search for a connection. We weren’t a good fit but this time it sounds promising. They certainly have a lot in common.

Mark is a natural bodybuilder, which is how he met Ash. He’s 5’10”, usually around 185-lbs and always ripped. He joined The Cave (the gay-oriented superhero-themed wrestling video site I co-own with my best friend Ryan) about 8 months ago. As Tarantula, he’s mostly been a heel-jobber so far, but he’s a feisty one and has come close to winning a couple of times.

Tarantula wears red and black gear. His black head scarf mask covers the top half of his face and ties in the back, leaving long straps hanging down his chiseled back. He has red spandex bands cutting above his biceps and black fingerless MMA gloves on his hands. He wears tight red trunks with a tarantula icon on the front. His boots are tall black pro-style. A black tarantula temporary tattoo on his back completes the look.

I head down the hallway, stopping when I hear my boyfriend Jae coming out with Ash. Our newest hero is 5’6” and 170-lbs of muscle. A compact fireplug, he impressed me with his strength, speed and instincts. He lacks experience, but we ran through moves and he got them fast. I found him charming and think he could be amazing. If this match turns out to be as fun for him as Mark is expecting, we could have a new powerhouse super-stud.

Ash grew up with Spider-man as his favorite hero. Not Peter Parker, but Pavitr Prabhakar, the local version. Still, the main concept is the same and he’s so cute and muscly that he can be whomever he wants. We’re simply calling him Web. We worked on a few moves to use his gymnastic prowess to really sell him in the role, but mostly, he knows the basics.

Web’s gear is red and black with a copy of the inspiration hero’s familiar full-face mask. He’s got a temporary spider tattoo between his heaving pecs. The trunks are red, pulled over black web-pattern stockings covering his legs. I look at this feet and see no boots. Jae explains that Ash is more comfortable in bare feet. I remember that he’s a gymnast, so it works for me.

I ask, “Nervous?”

“No.” The pint-sized powerhouse pauses then admits, “Yes. Very. But you and Mark have prepared me, so it will all be great. I am mostly just excited.” Web spins in a 360, “Look at me. I am Spider-man! I am actually Spider-man.”

“Yes, you are. And the hottest one ever.”

Ash blushes, “Thank you. All right, it is time to psych myself up. It takes me back to have to get into competition mode. One body. One mind. One goal.”

The hero becomes very focused and begins bouncing and stretching. Jae escorts him to the curtain. As this is his first match, we’re giving him an extended intro to get comfortable and also provide us with some hot footage. Ryan and Pete have the cameras ready, but Ryan will likely stop things and give direction. It’ll take a few minutes to work out, so there’s no rush.

I pop my head into the villain’s locker room, letting Tarantula know he’s got five minutes. I immediately head back to the curtain to watch Web warmup with Jae. We agree that the hero does look so good.

Round One.

The wrestlers circle the ring. Jae whispers to me that Web looks cautious. I agree but assure him that he’ll loosen up. It’s intimidating for all rookies, being in front of cameras, but Web is also facing a guy he’s fucking and it’s his first ring match ever. I’m sure there’s a ton going through his head right now. He just needs to relax. And if he gets squashed, that’s okay, too.

They lock up in a traditional collar-and-elbow. Their muscles grow as they push against each other. Tarantula shifts and twists, forcing Web into a side headlock. The hero grunts as the heel tightens up, squeezing his head between that bulging bicep and rock-hard side muscle wall. The fireplug fights, pushing against the villain’s chiseled body, but he can’t get free.

Tarantula leads his opponent around the ring, dragging by the crushing headlock. It keeps the moaning rookie off-balance, preventing him from even attempting a counter. Smart strategy. Web does seem to be searching for a way out, but the villain is really cranking and moving. Inexperience comes into play as all the hero knows to try is the pushing and that never works.

The muscle heel executes a nice hip toss, flipping Web over. Tarantula keeps hold of the headlock, landing on the hero’s meaty chest. SPLAT! OOF! The villain really cranks on the headlock as his muscular body presses down on the flailing rookie. He kicks his feet up and down and pushes, but once again, can’t figure out how to get free.

At least Web seems to have a high pain tolerance. He’s moaning and thrashing, but I don’t think he’s anywhere near submitting. Tarantula doesn’t wait to find out. He releases the headlock but grabs the mask. The villain spins then uses the mask to pull Web’s face onto the tarantula icon on the front of his bulging red trunks. He slams his package into the helpless hero’s face.

The muscle heel wraps his legs around Web’s head, continuing with the same type of torture. He’s really going to wear down his victim. Tarantula flexes his thick legs as he extends them, crushing the helpless fireplug with a vicious scissors hold. The masked hero is smothered by the large balls as the pressure on his skull increases more and more.

Web thrashes and moans. His bare feet kick up and down at the knees as he tries to pry the legs apart. Hands never beat legs, but the rookie is going on instinct. I hear him whimper as the villain’s thick thighs expand and tighten. Tarantula flexes his arms as he sits there, sapping the fireplug’s strength and making it even harder for him to think or focus.

Tarantula playfully swats Web’s trapped head. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! He mocks the shorter stud’s helplessness, confident in his dominance. The villain finally opens his legs. He immediately grabs either side of the rookie’s masked head then again rubs it on his large pouch. The hero’s hips rise and fall as he humps the ring while being humiliated. Hm.

The muscle heel shifts then rises, dragging the hero up with him. He scoops the rookie up across his chest then parades him around the ring, emphasizing his dominance. A sudden spin and twist sends Web down hard with a big body slam. BOOM! Web cries out and arches his back, raising his hips. His pouch is bigger, his cock tenting the trunks. Okay, it’s like that.

Jae whispers, “Looks like you’ve got a new jobber. At least he’s having fun getting his ass kicked.”

Tarantula drives his boot down onto the helpless hero. STOMP! STOMP! STOMP! Web takes the blows then finally tries to roll away. The heel is ready. He grabs the rookie’s wrist then drags him up. Tarantula forces the fireplug into the ropes then whips him across the ring. Web runs into the opposite ropes then bounces off, right into a big knee lift to the abs. WHOMP! OOF! The hero flips over and lands on his ass, holding his stomach and moaning. PLOP! UNH!

The villain forces Web into a sitting position then comes in behind. He pulls the hero’s arms back as he digs his knee between the shoulder blades. Tarantula pulls back hard on the wrists, straining the shoulders. The rookie moans as he sits there, legs open and chest stretched back. Ryan’s getting a nice shot of spider-bulge at least.

Tarantula shifts position, dropping onto his ass as he keeps the arms pulled back. He whips his legs up, going for a leg nelson. It’s tough with Web’s shoulders being so wide, but he manages to lock his boots behind the hero’s head, collapsing the broad shoulders and pressing the masked chin down between his pecs. Web whimpers in pain as he’s crushed.

The heel says, “Submit, little man! You can enjoy the Tarantula’s venom.”

“No! Never!”

“You’re nothing! Admit it!”

“NEVER!”

The villain squeezes harder, really maximizing the pressure, but the result is the same. I’m impressed that Web doesn’t give. He does have a high pain tolerance as this is a solid submission hold. The hero kicks his feet up and down but lacks the knowledge to counter the hold. I’ll work with him on that. At least his bulge is still big, so we know he’s enjoying himself.

Tarantula finally gives up and releases the hold. He smoothly spins and rises, but I sense a little frustration. I guess he really did want that to be it. Web pushes up to his feet, shaking out his arms. However, he’s completely unprepared as the muscle heel comes in with a big boot to his abs. THUD! OOF! Web goes down again. Yeah, in wrestling, things come at you.

Web is back up fast, but Tarantula comes in and grabs his wrist. The villain twists it into an armbar then executes a big arm drag takedown that sends the hero flying. SPLAT! Web slides all the way to ropes. He smoothly rolls over but he’s slower to rise this time. Just not reacting fast enough. The muscle heel is over immediately, showing no fear of a counterattack.

The villain scoops the rookie up then drops him for another big body slam. BOOM! OOF! Tarantula viciously kicks the hero over onto his stomach. WHACK! He comes in fast with a big elbow drop to the back. WHOMP! As Web moans, the chiseled heel grabs his head then forces it to the can vas. He rubs it back and forth in another humiliating move.

Web’s muscles visibly tense and pump then he pushes up, throwing the villain off. Tarantula lands on his side. Both men jump to their feet. The muscle heel goes for another ab kick, but Web catches the boot. Unfortunately, he doesn’t immediately know what to do with it, giving the heel time to spring up and swing his other leg into his shoulder. WHACK! The ripped rookie goes sprawling to the side as his opponent lands on the canvas.

The hero is back up fast again but this time, there’s no dodging the villain. Tarantula is there with a shoulder block to the abs. THUD! OOF! He rises then forces the bent over hero’s head down between his thick legs. The muscle heel grabs the fireplug around the waist, lifts and spins him then he drives him back down with a power bomb. BOOM!

Tarantula keeps hold of the legs then rolls Web up into a cradle pinning position. He presses all his weight down as he forces the helpless hero’s knees beside his ears. The flexible stud can handle it, but his shoulders are down with 185-lbs of muscle bearing down on him.

“ONE!” Web squirms and struggles.

“TWO!” The hero can’t budge the villain.

“THREE!” That’s it. Good pin.

Tarantula lets Web go then flexes over the loser of the first round. Pretty dominating win by the villain as the rookie hero proves that he really is a rookie. Web rolls over onto his stomach and does some stretching. The villain’s muscles look pumped as he looks down at the first-round loser. And so, does his cock as the weight of it pulls his red trunks down lower in front.

While the muscle heel is obviously looking forward to taking Web’s ass. I wonder if the hero is as eager to be taken? It’d be nice to see him put up some kind of fight. I notice him pound the canvas with a fist and give his head a little shake. It’s subtle but it’s interesting.

The Break.

I check on Web during the break. The muscle hunk peels off his mask and confirms that he’s fine. I ask if he’s frustrated. He hesitates, which gives me my answer. As I offer encouragement, I explain that fans love squashes and hot muscle jobbers. That doesn’t seem to help. I quickly re-assure him that he’s doing great, although I’m surprised he hasn’t used his athleticism and gymnastics training more. He asks how he could do that and I give a few examples.

We have a nice quiet chat while he stretches outside the ring for the rest of the five-minute break. When I get back, Jae asks what I was doing for so long. I remind him that the hero is a rookie who just took a fair amount of abuse. As a co-owner of The Cave, I want him to enjoy his experience. He nods but before he can ask more, time expires. I need to ring the bell and we need to move on to the second round.

DING! DING! DING!

Round Two.

The guys circle again. With one round down, things move faster. They lock up fast and press against each other. Web is remarkably strong, able to hold his own and even shove the mighty heel backwards a few steps. The villain responds by suddenly easing up. The hero’s momentum sends him forward right into a rising knee to the abs. THUD! OOF!

Tarantula grabs the bent over muscle stud around his trim waist. He lifts and easily flips Web over, driving him down onto his back. SLAM! The villain mounts his prey, sitting on his massive thighs and pinning his thick legs down. He fires fists into the washboard abs. THUD! POW THUD! The ripped rookie convulses with every vicious blow. POW! THUD! POW!

The villain focuses on the lower abs, just above the red briefs. THUD! POW! THUD! His fist sinks deep as the hero takes the abuse. I notice his cock growing as he gets ab punched, perhaps revealing at least one of his fetishes. Web finally sits up. He lifts his legs, toppling Tarantula forward. The heel falls right into a wild elbow to the chest. WHOMP!

Web rolls over to rise but the villain is fast. Tarantula dives on top of the rising rookie. SPLAT! He spins around to sit on the hero’s back. The muscle heel forces the fireplug into a camel clutch, locking it in before the inexperienced jobber knows what’s even happening. Yes, I called him a jobber. The villain pulls back, raising his victim’s meaty chest higher as he bends him.

The hero moans loudly as his back is tortured. It’s bent so much that he is looking into the bright lights above. Tarantula holds on with one hand as he flexes his other arm, showing off as he enjoys his dominance over the smaller muscle stud. Even with a full-face mask, I can tell Web is suffering. He gasps as he’s manhandled, just trying to hold on in the submission hold.

Tarantula eases up a little. He playfully slaps his prey’s masked head. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! The hero shakes his head as he’s taunted. That won’t help him, though. This spider is caught in the villain’s web. Do tarantulas have webs? Either way, Web is trapped. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! The rookie is crying out but he won’t give, his flexibility saving him.

The muscle heel realizes that the hero is too bendy for this to end things, so he releases his opponent. Tarantula pushes hard on the back of the hero’s shoulders, sending his torso flying down to the canvas where he lands face first. SPLAT! The impact stuns Web as the villain rises. The dominant hunk grabs the hero around the waist and drags him up to his feet.

Tarantula crushes Web in a reverse bearhug. He humps the helpless hero’s ass as he squeezes the life from him. The villain leans forward and bites struggling stud’s neck just below his mask. The ripped rookie moans, trapped by pleasure and pain. His own red trunks are tenting, packed by his engorged cock as he’s ruthlessly toyed with by his opponent.

The villain eases up on the reverse bearhug and slides one hand down, gripping the prominent pouch. He grips and squeezes the helpless hero’s cock. Web could easily break free but he’s way too distracted. The hero squirms as his manhood is owned by the muscle heel. He whimpers and thrusts his hips back, just increasing the effect of his dominator’s humping.

Tarantula laughs, “Looks like you’re just begging for the Tarantula to take you, little hero.”

Web can’t respond. The muscle heel shifts back to a tight grip around the helpless hero’s waist then he squats. With a powerful thrust up, he throws the ravaged fireplug up and over with a German suplex. BOOM! The hero lands hard and lies unmoving, his arms and legs spread wide. Tarantula rolls to his knees and opens his arms in an arrogant victory pose.

The confident heel crawls forward, sliding his body over the helpless hero’s masked face. He extends his tongue and runs it down the ripped body, licking the sweat from between Web’s heaving pecs and down the deep well of his chiseled abs. Tarantula pauses when his pouch is over the rookie’s face. The villain pressed it down, rubbing it all over the jobber’s face.

Tarantula keeps humping the hero’s face. He doesn’t count the pin, even though he’d be at about thirty by now. The villain lowers his face and sucks on the head of the ravaged rookie’s thick cock. I hear Web moan and he starts to writhe as he’s molested. I wonder if he even knows the match is still on? And when he reaches up and lovingly grabs his dominator’s ass, I really wonder.

The villain knows he hasn’t officially won, though. He sits up on Web’s chest and grabs the hero’s wrists. Tarantula pins the thick arms to the rookie’s sides with his knees. The arrogant heel slaps the canvas.

“ONE!”

Tarantula slides backwards, moving his ass onto the rookie’s masked face. Again, he slaps with no resistance.

“TWO!”

For the final count, the muscle heel slithers off the hero, keeping only one hand on his prey to avoid breaking the pin. Tarantula moves back so that their mouths are lined up. He peels up the bottom of Web’s mask, revealing his mouth. As he leans down for a kiss as he raises his hand to end the match. Aw, that’s sweet.

Or it would be, except Web suddenly shoots his right arm up, breaking the pin. With the villain off him and shocked by the move, the hero is able to roll away to the ropes. He rises to a crouch and pulls his mask back down into place. He adjusts his bulge to get comfortable then rises to his feet. The rookie rolls his shoulders back and bounces on his bare feet.

Tarantula rises up and spreads his arms, “What the fuck, sexy? You really want more of this?”

Web charges in but the villain is ready. He lifts his boot and the hero runs right into it. WHACK! The reckless rookie staggers back a step but doesn’t fall. Tarantula moves in and scoops him up. As he does, though, Web leaps with the lift. His power allows him to sail over the heel’s shoulder and land right behind him. PLOP!

The villain spins fast with a clothesline but the athletic muscle hero leans back into a bridge, avoiding it. He flips into a handstand then swings his legs, knocking them into the surprised heel. Tarantula stumbles to the side, working to get his bearings. Web twists and drops his feet, lowering into a three-point crouch. The rookie raises his free hand and waves his fingers, inviting the villain to come at him.

Tarantula smirks, “You really wanna make this last? Okay, you asked for it.”

The two men move in together. Web dives to the left, somersaulting past the muscle heel. He crouches then springs forward as the villain turns. Web shoulder blocks Tarantula, sending him spinning around. The bigger man manages to keep his feet but the rejuvenated rookie comes in behind him with a big dropkick. WHACK! The impact sends Tarantula flying into the ropes.

I don’t think the muscle heel has adjusted to the shift in momentum because of the way he bounces off the ropes and spins around. Web is right there. The hero is right there to grab him around the waist. Using Tarantula’s momentum, he lifts, spins and drives the bigger hunk down with a belly-to-belly suplex. BOOM! I smile, knowing I taught him that last week.

Web springs up then jumps onto the heel’s chiseled abs. THUD! From there, he squats and leaps up, using the villain as his springboard. The rookie does a flip in the air and comes down with a big splash. SPLAT! OOF! Tarantula lets out a big moan. The hero planks then pushes up. He spins in midair and comes down with his ass on the heel’s abs. PLOP! OOF!

Tarantula manages to push the hero off him. He sits up then spins to rise. I can hear him cursing. He should be paying attention because he’s lost track of his opponent. A bad mistake from the more experienced stud. As the villain rises, Web has already skillfully leapt onto the top turnbuckle. He launches himself, hitting the unprepared villain with a big cross body block. WHOMP! SPLAT! They crash down hard with Tarantula taking the worst of it.

The re-energized rookie bounces off and smoothly swings into a one-armed handstand. He spins then brings his knee down onto the villain’s ripped abs. THUD! OOF! Tarantula is coughing as he fights to focus. He rises up but again is unprepared as Web runs to the ropes and uses their tension to launch himself at the bigger stud with a flying shoulder block. THWAK WHAM! Tarantula is sent flying to the canvas. SPLAT!

Web is up in the air already, coming in with another big splash. SPLAT! This high-flying and high-impact assault has the villain in a ton of trouble. The rookie rises back up. He drags Tarantula up by his hair. The muscle heel swats the hero’s arm away but he was letting go anyway. The athletic muscleman leaps up with an impressive dropkick, driving his bare feet into the taller stud’s chin and chest. WHACK! WHOMP!

Tarantula falls back, landing hard on his back. SPLAT! He writhes on the canvas, obviously stunned by the kick to his jaw. Web, meanwhile, isn’t slowing down. In one smooth leap, the short muscle stud is up on the top turnbuckle and bouncing off like it was a trampoline. He spins in air and lands a huge flying splash onto the muscle heel’s abs. SPLAT! OOF!

The hero bounces two feet up on impact, smoothly shifting back onto his knees. As Tarantula rolls over onto his side, Web grabs his wrist. He uses it to pull the suffering stud up then scoops the villain across his chest. The feisty fireplug is strong and he’s finally showing it. He steps forward, dropping the helpless heel down over his leg in an over-the-knee backbreaker. KRAKT! Tarantula cries out and goes limp as he hangs there.

Web pushes down on the hanging hunk’s chin then lifts his other arm up. He brings his elbow down hard and fast onto the muscle heel’s tortured abs. BAM! I like his strategy of attacking the same area relentlessly and it’s working. He slams the mauled midsection with clubbing forearms. WHOMP! WHOMP! WHOMP! The villain convulses as he’s abused.

Tarantula tries to swing his legs up (I taught him that) but Web sees it coming. The rookie manages to use his arm to block them and send them back down to the mat. The hero claws the abs with his powerful fingers. Those hands had to grip bars, rings and pommel horses, so you know they’re strong. His fingers dig into the muscles and get screams of pain in return.

The villain thrashes and tries to throw himself off the leg but Web has him trapped. The hero asks Tarantula if he wants to submit but the muscle heel screams he won’t give. The rookie opens his hand, releasing the claw. He puts his elbow on his victim’s bulge. As the helpless heel cries out “NO!”, Web rubs the raised pouch with his elbow, playfully tormenting him.

“Stop! Stop! Stop!”

Web asks, “Is that a submission?”

Hesitation then a weak, “... no ... no ...”

The hero resumes the erotic torture. I can’t see his face but I can tell that he’s loving seeing Tarantula thrash and moan. The villain’s cock grows in his trunks. Painfully so, based on his cries. Again, he begs for the hero to stop. Again, he won’t admit that’s a submission. The helpless heel again tries to escape and fails. Again.

Web asks, “How about if I do this?” The hero lifts his elbow then puts his hand over the bulging balls. He fondles the bulge gently. “You didn’t like my claw. If I can do that to your rock-hard abs, just imagine what this hand can do to your soft and squishy bull balls.”

The helpless heel starts begging for him not to do it. The hero closes his hand a little more and gets the answer he’s looking for.

TAP! TAP! TAP! “Okay, I give! Please don’t squeeze my balls.”

Web shoves the villain off his leg then rises up and flexes over Tarantula. They both go to their corner. The muscle heel rises slowly, his back aching from the extended over-the-knee backbreaker.

Jae looks me, “What exactly did you say to Web?”

“Nothing.” His eyes narrow. I shrug my shoulders, “Really. I told him he was doing great and we mostly talked about his time as a gymnast.”

“Uh huh. Well, it looks like a short and sweet rookie squash has become a surprisingly rough competitive match.”

I agree, “Looks like.”

Round Three.

DING! DING! DING!

As soon as the bell rings, Tarantula moves out of his corner, looking serious. Web lifts his arms then leaps forward, doing a cartwheel, into a back flip then another. He crosses the distance of the ring fast, coming directly at the villain. The muscle heel is confused, frozen in place. As the hero leaps up front of him, he tucks into a ball and crashes into the shocked stud. CRASH!

The two men fly backwards into the corner, with Tarantula sandwiched between the turnbuckles and the flying fireplug. CLANG! Web bounces off then turns. He flips into a handstand in front of the villain then wraps his legs around his head. Using his tremendous strength, he pulls the bigger muscleman forward, flipping him onto his back. WHAM!

Web spins and jumps backwards onto the middle turnbuckle. He measures up the villain as he rises. The rookie leaps for a cross body block. BAM! This time, Tarantula is ready. He catches the feisty fireplug, holding him across his chest. The hero kicks his legs but he can’t escape. The bigger muscleman turns, delivering a big bodyslam. BOOM! The rookie actually bounces from the impact.

Tarantula rolls his shoulders back then reaches into his trunks to adjust himself. Web rolls over to rise but the villain comes in with big boots to the back. STOMP! STOMP! STOMP! The intensity is a lot higher than it was and the rookie cries out with every shot. The bigger hunk reaches down, using the hero’s mask and trunks to force him up.

The muscle heel spins around then uses the spandex gear to send Web into the nearest corner. CLANG! The hero hits right shoulder first, bouncing back towards the villain. Tarantula grabs the smaller bodybuilder from the side, quickly lifting and throwing him over and back. WHAM! Web lands hard on his right shoulder, sliding halfway across the ring. He rolls onto his stomach, groaning.

The villain is there immediately. He drives his boot onto the targeted right shoulder. STOMP! Web cries out and flops onto his back. Tarantula reaches down and stretches his prey’s right arm out. He pins the wrist to the canvas with one boot then drives the other down onto the shoulder. STOMP! STOMP! STOMP! The hero whimpers and writhes as his thick shoulder muscle is ruthlessly broken down.

It’s a smart strategy and a good place to attack. Web seems too flexible for the back attacks to work. Well, I could make them work, but the muscle heel would probably need to be more experienced to get the holds exactly right. I’m really proud of Tarantula for getting re-focused and finding this weak spot.

As Tarantula lifts his boot again, Web manages to pull free. The villain can’t stop himself from driving his boot down, so he jams his leg on the ring when he misses. STOMP! ARGH! Damn, maybe I jinxed him. The athletic hero smoothly spins, swinging his legs around and kicking the mighty heel’s knee. CRACK! The bigger hunk topples down, crashing to the mat. BOOM!

Web springs to his feet. He lines up the villain then leaps up. He flips in midair for a big body splash, but Tarantula is ready. He lifts his legs and the hero lands on the heel’s shins. WHOMP! OOF! Web bounces off and rolls to the ropes, holding his stomach. Tarantula moves in fast. He drags the suffering stud up by the right wrist then twists him into an armbar.

Tarantula really cranks hard on the hold. Web cries out. He circles, trying to get free but the villain turns with him, keeping the pressure high. Finally, the rookie leaps and flips forward, untwisting his arm. It eases the pressure but the villain twists the right arm into a hammerlock. He forces the feisty fireplug’s wrist high up his back. ARGH! The rookie gasps and moans in pain.

Web tries to power out but he can’t. He tries to twist with a reversal but no luck. His thick pecs rise high as he’s forced onto his toes. Smart move by the villain, preventing any kind of backflip counter. The hero has no leverage to counter and being a rookie, I’m not sure he can think of one. Still, he’s not giving. He resists the pain, controlling his breathing as I see the Mask over his mouth suck in and blow out slowly.

The muscle heel suddenly releases the hammerlock. He smoothly slides his arms forward, getting the rookie into a full nelson before he can even react. With his boots on, Tarantula is six inches taller, allowing him to lean back and lift Web’s bare feet off the mat. The hero cries out as his chin is forced into the crevice between his beautiful stretched-out pecs. ARGH!

Tarantula spins, increasing the pressure exponentially. Web cries out as his legs fly out from the centrifugal force. Is that right? It sounds right. Anyway, the rotating rookie is really whimpering now. The villain stops, probably slightly dizzy but it was worse for the helpless hero. Even though he’s used to tumbling and flipping, an airplane spin full nelson is next level crazy.

The powerful heel shakes the hero, going all out to end this match. He throws the smaller stud back and forth. While Web screams in pain, he won’t scream a submission. Tarantula leans back again and the cries echo louder. The hero is really close. He starts to give, “I ... I ...” then stops himself.

The villain can hear it though. He demands, “GIVE! Come on, you know you want to!”

“I ... I ...”

Suddenly, Web kicks his feet up. They’re close enough that he can reach the ropes. The hero kicks out, using the tension of the wrapped steel cables to propel them backwards. Tarantula loses his balance and they crash down. BOOM! Of course, the muscle heel takes the worst of it with 170-lbs of muscle crashing down on top of him. He loses the full nelson.

The resilient rookie rolls away. He smoothly moves into a crouch, working out his shoulder. Tarantula rises slowly, shaking out his head. Web springs forward then leaps up at him. The villain raises his forearms to defend against a high dropkick but Web goes lower. The feisty fireplug kicks the bigger hunk in the thigh and knee. CRACK! The heel collapses to the mat.

Tarantula rolls onto his side and grabs his leg. Web moves in and stomps on the knee and upper leg with his bare foot. WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! The villain rolls over to escape but the hero is fast. He grabs the muscleman’s boot and lifts his leg. I wonder if he’s going for an ankle lock. but he goes more basic, simply driving the knee down onto the canvas. CRACK!

The hurting heel flips and flops, cursing up a storm. He moves onto his hands and good knee as he tries to kick out his aching knee. Web draws his foot back and kicks the villain hard in the side, driving his foot up into his abs. WHOMP! The impact sends Tarantula flipping over onto his back. The hero is already in the air, coming down with a splash again. SPLAT!

Web grabs the villain by the hair and drags him up. From his knees on the way up, Tarantula fires off a big punch to the ripped stomach. THUD! The fist bounces off as the hero’s rock-hard abs absorb the shot. However, instead of pulling the muscle heel all the way, the rookie flips forward, pulling the villain with him. Tarantula’s head slams down, stunning him. WHACK!

The rookie seizes his opportunity. He lifts the muscle heel’s legs and steps around them. He bends one leg but pauses. I think he’s going for a figure-four but he can’t seem to figure it out. Web shifts back and starts again. Not as easy as Rex Dare makes it look on TV. This time, he’s got it. but it’s taken too long. Tarantula crunches up and clubs the hero across the head. WHOMP!

The rough shot knocks Web back, but with his legs tied up in Tarantula’s, he trips down to the canvas. SPLAT! The muscular heel dives forward, delivering a big elbow to the chest. BAM! He grabs the hero by the mask and drags him up. The villain quickly spins them around and bends, getting his shoulders at Web’s side. With a squat up, the rookie is powered into a torture rack.

Despite being a bodybuilder, Web is remarkably flexible. Tarantula bends him hard over his shoulders. The hero moans loudly, but he doesn’t give. The muscle heel bounces the rookie up and down, increasing the suffering by an octave but that’s all he gets. Tarantula stomps around the ring, shaking and bending and bouncing. Web just whimpers, flailing his arms and free leg.

As the punishment goes on, it’s obvious no submission is coming. Tarantula doesn’t give up, trying to at least maximize the damage to make his next try go easier. The feisty fireplug is fighting the hold. He manages to throw his body away, sliding off the sweaty shoulders and landing behind the bigger muscleman. on all fours like a cat. PLOP!

Tarantula is confused, leaving him wide open for hard punches to his hamstring. POW! POW! POW! The shots are rough and send the villain staggering forward into the ropes. Web rises up and unleashes a series of karate kicks to the same spot. WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! He lifts his boot, showing the impact of the shots. He’ll be lucky if he doesn’t have a charley horse.

As the muscle heel kicks out his leg, Web leaps off the turnbuckle behind him. He dropkicks the bigger muscleman in the back, sending him flying forward to the corner where he hits head first. CLANG! Tarantula’s head snaps up and he turns, dazed. As he staggers and instinctively tries to put weight on his one leg, it gives and he plummets down to the canvas. SPLAT!

Web grabs the stunned stud’s head and forces him up to a seated position. The fiery fireplug steps over the villain’s powerful shoulders, putting his feet between the heel’s spread-open legs and pressing his weight down onto his head. He reaches forward and grabs the boot on that injured leg. When he pulls it up, Tarantula wakes up and thrashes in pain as his aching hamstring is stretched.

The rookie has the stump puller locked in. I taught him that last week and he remembers. Cool. Being short gives him an advantage as he collapses the bigger muscleman more, putting more pressure on him. The hero falls back, pulling the leg with him. With both men on their backs, Tarantula’s head and neck are crunched but the real problem is his leg. ARGH!

Web pulls hard, forcing the villain’s knee to his face. Tarantula kicks his free leg and swings his arms but his cries of pain are intense. He’s suffering loudly with every high-pitched moan echoing in the empty arena. As the hero leans back, drawing the leg with him, the muscle heel has no choice but to give or risk a torn hamstring. He taps furiously.

TAP! TAP! TAP!

“I SUBMIT! I SUBMIT! I SUBMIT!”

The hero releases the loser immediately. He rises up, breathing hard and standing still over the moaning villain. I think the sweaty rookie might be in shock. I know that I am. But I’m very happy that we might have a new spider hero. And a fucking hot one at that.

Stakes.

The hero circles the ring. He stops and does a back flip then flexes his biceps. The winner pumps his fists with a loud, “YES!” He stops and points at the moaning loser. “Get up, villain! Time to face justice.” Tarantula rolls onto his back, leaning against the bottom rope. He props himself up onto his elbow and curses, angry at himself for giving.

Web moves in, standing right in front of the loser. Tarantula looks up the thick web-covered legs to the bulging package, chiseled abs, heaving pecs then finally the masked face. He rolls forward onto his stomach. The villain grabs the hero’s ankles then slowly begins the humiliating climb of shame. The muscle heel pulls himself forward, using the winner’s body to rise to his knees.

Tarantula bows his head as the hero flexes over him. Web grabs the villain’s head and forces him to watch the performance. He turns and spreads his back. The compact muscleman shows off his hard muscles as the loser thinks about how this happened to him. This was supposed to be an easy match and win for him. Instead, the bottom has become the top.

The powerful fireplug finishes his routine then moves in. He forces Tarantula to peel his red trunks down and off. The villain kneels back in place and stares at the shapely dark brown cock and balls inside the web stockings. On command, he fishes them out and goes to work. The muscle heel worships the winner’s manhood like a good loser. Of course, it helps when you’re into the guy.

Web lets the loser work until he’s good and hard. The powerful hero orders Tarantula to crawl to the corner. The villain looks reluctant to crawl but he does as he’s ordered. The winner roughly forces him to stand facing the corner then bends him down so his upper body is resting on the middle turnbuckle. With his black boots spread, his hole is at perfect height for the powerful fireplug.

The winner pulls down the heel’s red trunks, exposing his awesome ass. He smacks it playfully a few times. SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! He slaps his hard cock against Tarantula’s firm white butt cheeks. WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! Web grabs the ass and kneads it, squeezing and spreading the smooth flawless bubble butt like he owns it. Which I guess he does now.

To the side, Ryan pulls protection out of the side pocket of his black cargo pants and tosses it to Web. The hero grabs it then sheathes his rod. He grabs the villain’s hip with one hand as he guides his cock to Tarantula’s hole. The loser grunts as he feels the thick cock head pressing against him. The winner holds it there, letting their positions sink in. Yeah, he’s the boss now.

Web thrusts forward, driving inside the loser. Tarantula cries out as the short but thick meat penetrates inside him. The versatile top cries out as his ass is opened wide. When his pelvis presses against the muscle heel’s ass, Web starts pistoning in and out, breeding the loser in this battle of arachnid-inspired men. The hero builds up steam, roughly slamming the heel.

The fuck is rough and fast. Web is ruthlessly pounding Tarantula with his jackhammer. WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! The villain hugs the middle turnbuckle for support as his ass is relentlessly ravaged. The powerful fuck wraps up quickly as Web starts to gasp loudly. His moans echo louder than the loser’s as he approaches climax. Finally, he pulls out and frees his cock.

The powerful fireplug pulls Tarantula out of the corner then forces him onto his knees in the middle of the ring. He stands in front of the loser, his manhood huge. The muscular hero just touches his cock and he erupts. Web coats the villain’s heaving pecs with his seed then pulls the muscle heel forward, slamming his cock into the loser’s mouth. The final drops are sucked into Tarantula before he collapses onto the canvas.

Web drags the loser up. He pushes his back to the ropes then lifts him up so he’s balancing on the top rope. Tarantula weighs down the top rope enough that the hero can lock his boots under the middle one. The victorious muscle stud grabs his wrists then lowers him back so he’s hanging outside the ring. The top rope digs into the back of the villain’s knees as his head and shoulders rest on the ring apron.

The naked hero pulls the lace out of Tarantula’s trunks, wrapping it around his wrist. He runs back, bounces off the opposite ropes then leaps over the helpless hanging heel. With pure athleticism, Web vaults and flips in midair, sticking the landing on the floor. BAM! He holds his arms up in celebration and I almost applaud the move.

Web moves in. He caresses the dangling carcass, admiring its beauty. The rookie uses the string to carefully bind the villain’s fully-hard cock and luscious balls. He ties them up then kneels down. Web lifts his mask off his mouth and gives the upside-down muscle hunk a passionate kiss. It’s like something right out of the movies. SMOOCH! He stands and flexes.

The winner looks at Ryan’s camera and points at the loser, “One trapped and trussed up Tarantula captured courtesy of your friendly neighborhood Web-slinger.”

With that, the hero does a back flip then spins and cartwheels all the way to the entry with a world-class floor routine. He slips through the curtain with a final victory flex. The cameras turn back to get coverage of the smoking hot loser hanging upside-down, still rock-hard and left with his balls full. They lovingly pan up and down his body before Ryan signals it’s a wrap.

The Aftermath.

I move out of the shadows to help Tarantula while my boyfriend Jae heads to the back to handle Web’s payment and paperwork. Ryan and Pete move away to download and backup the footage. I grab Tarantula under the shoulders. He works his boots free then his legs are propelled up by the top rope. I back up, pulling him so his feet can land on the ground. PLOP!

The handsome hunk roughly tears off his mask. I help him walk off the abuse as I check to make sure he’s okay. He is, except for his ego. It’s pretty bruised. As he signs the papers, I tell him how hot the match was. He snorts, shaking his head. Okay, I guess it wasn’t the ‘fun’ match he expected. I get it, but he’s wrong to be unhappy. I can’t decide if I should call him out on his hypocrisy or not.

As we walk to the back, Mark moves towards his locker room, “My cock is killing me and I gotta take care of it. Wanna help a bro out, Cody?”

I laugh, “I think there’s a much better option across the hall. I’ll tuck your check in your bag while you go to Ash.”

“Why?”

“Why not?”

My buddy looks at me like I should know, but says, “He had his chance at my load, Cody. Instead, he left me hanging. Literally.”

“Ah, that kiss was pretty romantic.”

“It was humiliating. And look at my junk! Tied up like a fucking turkey.”

I breathe in, deciding that I have to tell him to grow up. He was fine with all this when he thought that he’d be the one ending up on top. Instead, he lost and got fucked, but it was great. I hesitate, wondering how to tell him that he’s being a big baby. Without offending him, I mean. Okay, I’ve got it worked out. I open my mouth right when a naked Ash emerges.

I hold my tongue as the winner comes over and grabs the loser’s bound cock, “Oh man, that was so fun, Mark. Thank you. It was everything you said it would be and more.”

“Yeah, real fun.”

Ash gently caresses Mark’s throbbing rod, unaware of the stud’s feelings. He says, “I started the showers to get it really steamy. I want to free this and have you to take me so hard. Oh. Is that okay, Cody?”

I laugh, “Okay? Those showers have seen more sex than most motel rooms. Go for it.”

“Thank you.” Ash looks down as he holds the bigger muscleman’s dick. “Mmm, look at you. Looks bigger than ever.” He kneels down and takes the engorged rod in his mouth. Mark’s knees buckle a little and he moans. The smaller stud rises licking his lips, “Yeah, definitely bigger. I just couldn’t waste this monster on a lousy handjob.”

Mark’s mood changes completely. He moves in and passionately kisses Ash. When they break, he spins the smaller stud into a reverse bearhug, lifting his feet off the floor. They laugh. Mark says, “Okay, hero, I think it’s time for the Tarantula to get revenge.” He playfully attacks the former gymnast’s neck, kissing it as he bounces the muscular fireplug.

Ash plays along, “Oh no! I feel your venom weakening me, you evil fiend. I cannot resist you!”

Mark lets out a diabolical, “MWAHAHAHA!” He carries his prey forward and the smaller muscleman kicks the locker room door open. They disappear inside. Seconds later, Jae emerges with his clipboard and with the door open, I can hear the wrestlers laughing and roleplaying. I wait as he tosses his paperwork into the office, glad to hear the guys having fun.

My boyfriend comes back and says, “They’re such a cute couple.”

“Yeah. Even though Mark almost blew it.”

Jae asks, “What do you mean?” I explain how Mark was being a sore loser. After a second, my boyfriend says, “Well, he got over it quick. Maybe you’re being a little harsh on the guy. Especially since it’s likely your fault.”

“How so?”

“Come on, Cody. Whatever you said must have motivated Ash.” Before I can deny it, he says, “Mark’s obviously used to being the top and he definitely expected to win, so he was probably just in shock that Ash fought back so hard. What would’ve happened if SuperStar had beaten The Bat like that when we were starting out? You wouldn’t have been a little upset?”

I shake my head, “Not at all.”

“Uh huh.”

“What? It’s true.” Jae doesn’t look convinced. I change focus, “Well, it’s true now. I’ll love you even if you win every match against me from here on out.”

“You know, I almost believe that.” He winks, “Almost.”

My boyfriend playfully pulls on the front of my t-shirt. I don’t need any more encouragement. I sweep him up in my arms and we make out in the hall. Jae’s lips feel so great on mine. Our bodies press together and I feel my cock stirring. He feels it, too. I push him up against the wall. As I attack his neck, he grips the back of my head and ass.

The halls echo with his moans, “Oh fuck, Cody. Yes! Yes! Yes!”

As I ravage him, Pete walks past us towards the office, “Ugh. Get a room, you two.”

We finally break, deciding to take that suggestion. My boyfriend leads me into the empty locker room, whispering seductively, “God, I’m so glad you won our first match.”

“Me, too.”

The End.