The Cave Undercard 32: Iceberg vs. Kraken

Backstage at The Cave Arena.

“Two days in a row I have to watch this big jobber? I don’t get what you see in Kraken, Cody.”

“No one is making you watch, Xaq. You asked to be here.”

“Well, I wouldn’t have come except you said he’s wrestling Iceberg. I just wanted to be close by in case Pete tries messing with you. I told you, I’ve got your back. No way you can handle him alone. He’s 6’2”, over 300-lbs. Lucky for you -” The 20-year-old shirtless muscle freak flexes, “- I bench that without working up a sweat.” He can’t resist kissing his peaked biceps.

“Gee, thanks. I doubt Pete will try anything but I appreciate your concern.” I go back to talking about Pete’s (aka Iceberg) opponent, Paul (aka Kraken). “Look, you might not be impressed by Paul but fans will be. He’s huge, too - 6’4” and 290-lbs. Plus, he’s handsome. Muscular. Built like a bodybuilder -”

Xaq scoffs at that, “Off-season. During like a ten-year bulking phase.”

I continue, “And this is his last available day to shoot before he heads back East. We’re getting as many Kraken matches in as we can. And I think this will be a good one. Paul and Pete have a connection, which will only be strengthened by a sex stakes Cave match. It’ll be fun to see them face off then see where it goes.”

Xaq looks skeptical, “Who’ll even buy this shit, Cody? Guys can get new matches featuring me. They can watch other young studs who aren’t me but are decent. Or keep downloading your old matches from back when you were young and ripped. It makes no sense why they’d choose this one.”

I roll my eyes, “It’ll sell.”

“Seriously, who wants to watch out of shape old guys in trunks playing superheroes -” Xaq pauses, “No offense.”

“None taken. After all, my new matches are The Cave’s bestsellers.”

“Huh, I guess there is a market for it. Okay.”

I breathe in deeply and move on. It’s just Xaq being Xaq. I’m much more focused on the upcoming match. This might be the biggest pair we’ve ever featured (size-wise). We’ve had twink tag matches where all four guys combined weighed less than the 600-lbs that these guys are carrying. Just then, I get the signal that my best friend and Cave co-owner Ry and my boyfriend Jae are ready with the cameras.

I fetch Kraken, sending him out to the ring for introductions. In his black trunks, mask and boots with a kraken temporary tattoo on his torso, Kraken looks spectacular. He’s a beast in the ring, too. Just yesterday, he beat a tag team called Young Love. It was a two-on-one match and he still dominated. Iceberg will be his biggest test of the week but I think he can handle the bulky brute.

Kraken

I knock on Iceberg’s locker room door then head to the curtain. Looks like Kraken is nearly done with his posing for the video intro we put before each match. When I look back, I see Iceberg in his blue and black gear with white snowflakes. He really is a mountain of a man, beefy, hairy with a bushy beard sticking out from his mask.

Iceberg

With him are two young twinks, acting as henchmen for this villain vs. villain match. The henchmen are none other than the talented tag team and young married couple named Young Love. They were … recruited by Iceberg after the match. Now, they’re rebranded as the Snowflakes in matching blue and white trunks with white knee pads and pro boots.

Prism

Star

The Snowflakes, who we’re calling Star and Prism, look adorable and sexy, contrasting with the beefy, hairy behemoth they’re working for. I send them out then Xaq and I move to the shadows to watch the match. The Snowflakes fawn all over Iceberg, treating him like royalty and putting on a great show as his new henchmen. I’d roll my eyes, but I’m trying to cut back.

After the in-ring theatrics are done, I get the signal to ring the bell.

DING ! DING! DING!

Round One.

The two big men circle the ring, staring each other down. Villain vs. villain, but that’s where the similarity ends. Muscle vs. bulk. Smooth vs. hairy. Handsome vs … Pete. They do a complete lap, never taking their eyes from the other. Kraken licks his lips as Iceberg snarls at him. They lock up fast in a collar-and-elbow. They press and push, testing each other. It looks pretty evenly matched.

Iceberg makes the first move. A quick shift to the side, breaking the power contest and twisting the massive muscleman into a standing side headlock. Kraken struggles as his head is crushed into the hairy behemoth’s side. He tries to power Iceberg’s arm up but he can’t. The burly behemoth has the leverage and he’s not just big, he’s strong and ring savvy, too.

Kraken fires his forearm and elbow into Iceberg’s thick back. WHOMP! WHOMP! The first two shots do nothing, unable to hurt the thick villain at all. The massive muscleman puts more power behind the next one. WHOMP! The third breaks through the thick slabs of back meat. Iceberg grunts and shifts just enough for Kraken to get his head free.

The handsome heel’s face is red from the sustained pressure but he wastes no time trying to recover. He leaps up and dropkicks the brutish behemoth’s broad back. WHAP! The impact sends Iceberg stumbling forward. He falls into the ropes. They stretch but hold, ricocheting the ginormous beast backwards towards the waiting Kraken, who locks on a full nelson.

Iceberg moans as his shoulder collapse. Kraken locks his hands behind his opponent’s masked head and forces him to look down at his thick gut. The massive muscleman shows off some of his power as he gets the burly behemoth grunting loudly. The Snowflakes pound the apron outside the ring, encouraging their boss to break out.

The bearded brute bellows, “LEMME GO, YOU MUSCLEBOUND MEATHEAD!”

“I don’t think so, Frosty.” Kraken grinds his package into Iceberg’s ass. “Not when I’m having so much fun.”

Kraken keeps grinding while he forces Iceberg forward, guiding him to the corner. Iceberg moans but not in pain as much as pleasure. His blue trunks are beginning to tent as he’s held and humped against the turnbuckles. The behemoth lets out a soft, “Oh yeah.” Kraken laughs until Iceberg’s left leg swings back and up between his legs, catching the massive muscleman’s bulge. SQUISH! URK!

The low blow sends Kraken staggering backwards holding his package. Iceberg spins and runs into him with a shoulder block. BAM! The force sends the handsome heel flying. PLOP! Kraken lands on his ass. He sits up only to be met by a big white boot to his left pec. THWAK! The massive muscleman slams onto his shoulders. As Kraken lies on his back, one hand massages his aching bulge and the other rubs his bruised pec.

Iceberg looks confident as he turns and takes Kraken’s measure. The bearded behemoth runs back into the ropes. He uses the tension to propel himself forward towards the massive muscleman/ Iceberg leaps into the air for a big splash. The handsome heel is ready, rolling away fast. The burly beast hits nothing but canvas. SPLAT!

Kraken rolls up to his feet. Iceberg struggles to rise. He gets to his hands and knees only to get a huge leg drop to the back of his neck. The move slams Iceberg back down, face-first. SMACK! The massive muscleman rolls over into a crouch as his opponent’s ginormous body twitches and convulses. With the bearded behemoth stunned, Kraken wastes no time.

The handsome heel moves in. He reaches under Iceberg’s head and grabs hold of his thick beard. Kraken forces the incredible bulk’s head up. He smoothly sits and slides underneath, wrapping on a tight head scissors. Kraken squeezes the behemoth’s head with his thick, powerful legs. The chiseled tree trunks flex, his thighs expanding to epic proportions.

Iceberg pushes on the legs but they’re too strong. He tries to roll them over but he can’t manage it. Kraken keeps working the scissors and the bearded behemoth groans. The beefy brute fights furiously. The writhing and shaking doesn’t seem to work but then suddenly Kraken lets out a small laugh, opens his legs and rolls away.

Kraken squats as he reaches between his legs and rubs his bulge. “Ooh, your beard tickles, Frosty.” Iceberg pushes up and back onto his knees. He looks pissed as he shakes out his head. The massive muscleman surprises him with a smooth turn and kick. WHACK! He hits the hairy hulk square in the chest, sending him onto his back. PLOP!

The handsome heel moves in. He grabs Iceberg’s boots and lifts them up. Kraken leaps up, coming down with a leg drop between the sturdy legs. SQUISH! OOF! The move has the bearded behemoth moaning loudly. Kraken rises and grabs the legs again. He steps over, flipping the ailing big man over and trapping him in a Boston crab. ARGH!

Kraken sits back. Iceberg grunts, letting out a series of curses as he pounds the canvas with his fist. The massive muscleman manages the weight of Iceberg’s heavyweight legs. Underneath him, the bearded behemoth is moaning now. He’s not submitting but it’s clear that he’s really feeling this one. The burly brute is tough but he’s not flexible. His back is breaking.

Iceberg plants his hands. With all his strength, he manages to push up and kick Kraken off him. However, the hold took an obvious toll as he struggles up to his feet. The massive muscleman lets him rise, crouching behind the burly behemoth, out of sight. I have no idea what he’s planning but he’s got something in mind. Iceberg finally gets to standing.

Immediately, Kraken comes in behind with a big boot to Iceberg’s lower back. THUD! The bearded behemoth instinctively leans back as the massive muscleman turns sideways. No, he can’t be doing what I think he’s doing. I mean, it looks like he’s going to go for a torture rack but there’s no way he can get over 300-lbs of bulk onto his shoulders.

No way.

Kraken squats sideways, leaning his shoulders into Iceberg’s back. He reaches in between the ginormous beast’s legs and over his shoulder. Kraken’s going for it. I can’t believe it. I stand up to get a better view. Xaq joins me, equally intrigued to see if this really happens. The massive muscleman squats and grunts as he pushes up. A shocked Iceberg leans back and his arms flail around in shock.

Oh my god!

Iceberg goes up!

Iceberg goes up!

Kraken actually manages to power him up across his broad shoulders, hoisting the 300-lbs hairy hulk up. The torture rack looks rough. No bouncing or strutting. But it works quickly. The bearded behemoth screams out loud, his sore back ravaged by the pain of this hold. One that I am sure he’s never been in before. Kraken fights to keep the burly brute aloft long enough to earn a submission.

“I GIVE! I GIVE! I GIVE!”

Iceberg’s screaming echoes through the arena.

Kraken drops him immediately, letting him crash onto the canvas. BOOM! He leans back and stretches out his back then rolls his shoulders. The massive muscleman moves back to his opponent, planting a black boot on top of the suffering behemoth. Kraken flexes and nods confidently.

“What do you think about that? One more fall and I’ll be plowing you, Frosty.” The massive muscleman laughs, “Get it? Plowing. You. Snowman.”

As Kraken heads back to his corner, the Snowflakes circle the ring. The massive muscleman looks down at them then back at the ailing Iceberg rolling to his corner. The henchmen slide into the ring and kneel before the handsome heel. He waits as they bend forward and kiss his boots. Across the ring, Iceberg lets out a surprised, “What the fuck?”

Kraken smirks back at the beefy behemoth then back down at the kneeling henchmen. He asks, “Something on your mind, boys?”

“We want to join Team Kraken. Please, Sir. We want to be on the winning side.”

The massive muscleman turns in his corner and faces out. He leans back against the turnbuckles then nods, “Okay, get to it. These muscles aren’t going to stretch themselves out.”

Round Two.

During the break, the Snowflakes fawned all over the massive muscleman who beat them yesterday. Iceberg stretches out alone in his corner, abandoned and betrayed by the young tag team. It’s tough to get good help these days. It makes me appreciate Xaq’s loyalty to me, such as it is. The five-minute break is over. Time for round two.

The Snowflakes slip out of the ring and stand on the apron on either side of the ring post. They rub down Kraken’s shoulders and arms one last time. The massive muscleman smirks at the beefy behemoth across the ring, savoring the look of anger on Iceberg’s face. He’s clearly loving the attention from the twinks and the message it sends.

DING! DING! DING!

Suddenly, the Snowflakes grab Kraken’s wrists. They jump to the floor, pulling his arms down over the rope and outside the ring. PLOP! They each brace one foot on the ring apron as they pull as hard as they can on his arms, holding them down, stretched with no leverage.

The mighty muscleman flexes his arms to overpower them but it’s too little, too late. He’s locked in his corner and distracted while trouble is charging in. STOMP! STOMP! STOMP! Iceberg splashes his 300-lbs onto the trapped muscleman’s body! SPLAT! The impact shakes the ring and crushes Kraken between the turnbuckles and the burly behemoth.

The Snowflakes keep holding the wrists, their job made easier now that Kraken is stunned. They can switch to one-handed grips as they reach under the bottom rope and grab Kraken’s ankles with their free hands. Iceberg backs up and charges again. The massive muscleman can’t lift his boot to block the splash, getting flattened again. SPLAT! Iceberg forces a kiss on the suffering stud before backing off.

Iceberg signals for his henchmen to let go. When they do, Kraken stumbles forward, right into a huge shoulder block. WHOMP! The force sends the 290-lbs muscleman back into the corner. CLANG! Kraken falls down onto his ass, sitting in the corner. The Snowflakes grab his limp arms and pull them outside the ring over the middle rope. One of them grabs a handful of hair and forces Kraken’s head up, making him look at their hairy hulking boss.

The bearded behemoth nods as he pulls down his trunks at the back. He charges in again. STOMP! STOMP! STOMP! He spins and slams his ginormous bare ass into Kraken’s face. BOOF! The massive muscleman’s head snaps back. Iceberg waddles forward one step as one of his henchmen forces Kraken’s face forward, pushing it deep into the hairy hulk’s butt crack.

Iceberg wiggles his ass, giving Kraken a full-on stink face before moving away and pulling up his trunks. When the Snowflakes let go, the massive muscleman falls forward and lands on his side. His shoulders and chest convulse as he lies there, devastated by the ruthless 300-lbs battering ram that’s crushed his magnificent muscles.

The beefy brute smirks, “You heard my boys, muscle bitch. They want to be on the winning side.”

The Snowflakes laugh and clap, “Get him, boss! Woo! Crush him!”

The bearded behemoth marches back to the corner. He grabs hold of Kraken’s right wrist and drags the 290-lbs carcass to the middle of the ring. He kicks the massive muscleman onto his back then drives his boot down onto the beautiful torso. STOMP! STOMP! STOMP! The vicious shots, backed up by 300-lbs of bulk, easily break down Kraken’s magnificent pecs and abs. STOMP! STOMP! STOMP!

Iceberg pauses then leaps into the air, gaining impressive height for a man his size. He splashes down with all his weight. SPLAT! OOF! Kraken’s eyes almost pop out of his head as all the air is driven from his body. The hairy heel lies on top of his victim, looking at the camera and sticking his tongue out and down. Kraken twitches and convulses underneath.

The bearded behemoth forces his forearm across Kraken’s face, leaning into it as he slides up to pin the shoulders. He points at his henchmen. They count in unison, slapping the apron.

SLAP! ONE!

SLAP! TWO!

Iceberg grabs behind Kraken’s head and pulls him up before the three-count. Oof, that’s got to be humiliating for the 290-lbs muscleman. It’s the ultimate show of disrespect in a pro wrestling ring. The bearded behemoth drags the suffering stud up into a front facelock. He grabs the side of the tight black trunks then suplexes Kraken over. BOOM!

The burly brute rises up. He drags Kraken up, scooping the handsome heavyweight across his chest then bodyslamming him down with authority. KABOOM! Kraken bounces on impact then rolls onto his side, holding his back. Iceberg grabs his head and pulls it between his beefy thighs, locking on a standing head scissors. Iceberg flexes his arms as he savors his control.

Kraken looks weak as he struggles to stay up, his consciousness being drained in the crushing vice. His knees slide on the canvas as he desperately clings to the hairy heel’s legs for support. Iceberg opens his legs, letting the massive muscleman collapse at his feet. The bearded brute reaches down, grabbing hold of the helpless he-man’s head.

“I could just pin you but you made me submit. I hate submitting! Now, you’re gonna scream for daddy.”

Iceberg pulls Kraken up then scoops him up. He drops the massive muscleman down over his leg in an over-the-knee backbreaker. KRAKT! ARGH! The bearded behemoth holds his victim across his leg, pushing down on his chin and leg. He bounces his leg, increasing the pain. Kraken moans loudly as he suffers. His body has been wrecked, so I wonder if he can hold out.

The burly brute doesn’t intend to wait to find out. He moves his hand from Kraken’s leg and puts his elbow over the massive muscleman’s raised pouch. The bulge is big and inviting. Iceberg starts by using his elbow to softly massage the spandex-wrapped manhood. Kraken whimpers as he suffers in the backbreaker while being tormented by the elbow.

Iceberg presses his elbow down harder. Kraken lets out a cry of pain as his junk is crushed. The hairy heavyweight moves his elbow around, really grinding down. The massive muscleman screams out in pain. His entire body moves and shifts as he tries to escape but he can’t. Iceberg eases up, satisfied that he’s gotten his scream.

Kraken relaxes, going limp in the backbreaker. Iceberg puts his hand over the aching pouch and taps the massive muscleman’s balls. TAP! TAP! TAP! Kraken cries out, “NO! DON’T!” Iceberg ignores the plea (as I knew he would) and locks on a vicious ball claw. His thick fingers wrap around the package and squeeze. The handsome heavyweight can’t handle it.

The handsome heel lets out a loud screaming submission, “I GIVE! I GIVE! I GIVE!”

“LOUDER!”

“I-I-I GIIIIIIVVVVVVEEEE!”

Iceberg pushes the helpless heavyweight off his leg. SPLAT! Kraken rolls onto his back and immediately reaches for his bulge, kneading and massaging it. The hairy heel puts his boot on Kraken’s pecs and flexes over him. I see the massive muscleman look up and watch, his hand inside his black trunks as he’s dominated.

“Yeah, that’s right, meathead. Play with yourself while you watch a real man celebrate.”

Round Three.

DING! DING! DING!

This time, the break was uneventful. Kraken tried to recover. Iceberg basked in the adoration of his devious twink helpers. The two huge men leave their corners cautiously. They eye each other down. Kraken rolls his shoulders then lifts his fists, adopting a fighter’s stance. Iceberg smirks as he rubs his rotund torso, feeling up his own chest and stomach.

Iceberg raises his hands, “C’mon, muscle bitch. Test of strength.”

The rookie looks skeptical but he can’t turn down the challenge. He closes in carefully, watching his opponent for any sign of a sneak attack. Iceberg has both hands up high, his fingers spread. The bearded behemoth is daring the massive muscleman, which should make Kraken nervous. Still, he advances and lifts his hands to shoulder height.

When he reaches Iceberg, Kraken lifts his hands a little more. He looks up and leans in, bringing his hands to Iceberg’s. I bite my bottom lip. The massive muscleman is following Iceberg’s hands. Iceberg, though, is following Kraken’s eyes. The burly brute sees a clear opening. He whips his arms down and grabs the surprised rookie around the waist.

Iceberg pulls Kraken into a crippling bearhug. He squeezes hard, burying his masked head against the massive muscleman’s thick pecs. The bearded behemoth powers up and the muscular heavyweight cries out. Kraken puts his hands on Iceberg’s shoulders, trying to push free but that’s never going to work. The smooth stud is suffering loudly, his face etched with pain.

Kraken gasps as his opponent cinches the bearhug tighter with every breath he takes. I’m sure some of this is due to the lengthy backbreaker to end round two but it doesn’t matter. He’s trapped and he better break free soon. Iceberg growls and lifts the 290-lbs of muscle up. Kraken rises onto his tiptoes then his boots come off the canvas fully.

The pain has increased significantly now. With no leverage and Iceberg successfully protecting his head, there’s not much Kraken can do except suffer. The beefy brute begins to shake the massive muscleman, amplifying the pressure of the hold. Kraken’s head sways from side to side, his arms getting more and more limp and his moans getting louder and more desperate.

Xaq whispers, “What a jobber. If he can’t take Pete’s bearhug, he’d have no shot in mine.”

I ignore the comment, focusing the massive muscleman’s dramatic suffering in the hold. He’s being sapped of his strength by the long-held power move. All the round two punishment has left his core weak. It’s collapsing against the power of Iceberg’s arms and crushed against the behemoth’s beefy body. Kraken’s arms fall to his side, a sure signal that he’s drained.

Iceberg knows that he has Kraken right where he wants him. He shakes the massive muscleman, earning cries of pain. The massive muscleman’s head flops around and his arms swing as his feet stumble to stay under him. The rookie has dominated the smaller studs of The Cave but now he’s learning what it’s like to face one of our ginormous veterans. Not fun.

The hairy heel lifts Kraken up again then turns. He drops the massive muscleman down with a belly-to-belly suplex. BOOM! When the 600-lbs lands, the whole ring shakes. Kraken goes limp under Iceberg’s ginormous girth. The beefy brute rolls up to his feet. As Kraken writhes on the mat, the dominant villain kicks him over onto his stomach. WHACK!

Iceberg bends over and grabs Kraken around the waist. He pulls him up to his feet in a reverse bearhug. ARGH! Given how weakened he already is, the massive muscleman can’t resist the power of the burly beast. Once again, Iceberg shakes Kraken around. The 290-lbs rookie looks shockingly powerless as he’s manhandled by the savvy ring veteran. The massive muscleman sags and his body goes limp as he struggles to breathe.

The bearded behemoth throws Kraken aside and the muscleman falls onto the canvas. SPLAT! The rookie rolls onto his stomach. He struggles to rise but Iceberg is on him immediately with hard boots backed up by over 300-lbs of beef. STOMP! STOMP! STOMP! The hairy heel relentlessly devastates his victim’s weakened lower back. STOMP! STOMP! STOMP!

When Iceberg finally pauses, Kraken tries to roll away. As he reaches the bottom rope, the Snowflakes are there to block him. Normally, they’d be no match for the 290-lbs muscleman but in his current condition, they’re able to push him back, keeping him inside the ring. Star grabs hold of Kraken’s hair, lifting his head over the bottom rope. Prism fires a fist across the jaw that knocks the fight out of the bigger hunk. CRACK!

The Snowflakes rolls the stunned muscleman onto his side away from them. Star reaches in, grabs the back of his black trunks and pulls up hard, wedging the trunks up his crack. YEEARGH! The humiliating move wakes the massive muscleman up, just in time to be dragged up to his knees by the hairy hulking heel. The ripped rookie is powerless to fight back.

Iceberg pulls on Kraken’s head, trying to get him up onto his feet. On his way up, the massive muscleman fires a fist into the sizable stomach before him. BOOF! It bounces off that huge gut like it was nothing. The bearded brute responds with a vicious eye rake that blinds the reeling rookie. Iceberg flexes as Kraken kneels before him, shaking his head and rubbing his eyes.

The burly brute grabs Kraken by the hair. He forces his head back, “Who’s the number one villain around here, muscle bitch?”

Kraken blinks fast to clear his vision. He manages a defiant, “Not you, Frosty!”

A stinging slap comes fast and hard across Kraken’s left cheek. SMACK! The massive muscleman falls sideways to the canvas as Iceberg circles his victim. Iceberg forces Kraken onto his stomach then sits on his back. He pulls the massive muscleman into a camel clutch, taking complete control of the handsome heavyweight. ARGH!

Iceberg asks again, “Who’s the number one villain?”

Kraken is less defiant as he’s held tightly, his sculpted pecs pointing out, his chiseled arms trapped over the bigger man’s legs. Iceberg forces his index fingers into either side of the smooth muscle stud’s mouth. He applies the double fishhook, pulling Kraken’s lips wide. The handsome hunk cries out. He moans loudly, his face etched in pain.

The burly brute eases up, “Admit I’m the man and I’ll let you go.”

Kraken shakes his head, “No!”

Iceberg leans back, pulling hard on the camel clutch, Kraken’s sweating and whimpering as his back gives out from the sustained abuse. 300-lbs sitting on you is bad enough but when it’s also pulling you back, bending your back the wrong way, it’s crippling. The hairy heel eases up. He slaps the helpless hunk’s head, emphasizing his complete domination over the muscleman.

The bearded behemoth releases the camel. PLOP! Kraken moans softly as he lies face down on the canvas. Iceberg rises from his perch on the massive muscleman’s back. Iceberg plants his boot on Kraken’s broad back and walks across him. He does it again. Kraken gasps in pain as 300-lbs of beef uses him like a rug. Iceberg kneels down, putting his shin on the back of Kraken’s head.

Iceberg taunts, “See, muscle bitch? You’re no villain. You’re not even a henchman. You’re nothing! You’re only good for one thing. So, let’s get to it.”

The bearded brute reaches down and spanks Kraken’s bare ass, his black trunks still wedged up his crack. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! Iceberg rolls around. He pulls Kraken’s face into his bulge and locks on a figure-four head scissors. The massive muscleman instinctively reaches up, allowing the hairy heel to grab his wrists, immobilizing his arms.

All Kraken can do is suffer and kick his black boots as he’s smothered and crushed. HIs face is buried in the overwhelming bulk of Iceberg’s legs and lower midsection. The pressure around his head is intense. His fight leaves quickly. The only sign that he’s still conscious is his soft moaning, muffled by the humongous body wrapped around him.

Iceberg lifts Kraken’s arms up and shakes them. No tension. He opens his legs and slides back. Kraken collapses face-first, unmoving. PLOP! Iceberg rolls the handsome hunk onto his back then pulls him up to a seated position. He slaps Kraken across the back of his shoulders. SMACK! The blow wakes the massive muscleman up, but his arms still hang down limp.

The bearded behemoth steps over Kraken’s shoulders. He trades his head, forcing it down as he squats. The vicious villain reaches forward and grabs the massive muscleman’s leg. He pulls it up, locking on a stump puller. Kraken is crushed in the hold, his neck and hamstring strained as 300-lbs of beef weighs down on him. ARGH!

“I GIVE! I GIVE ! I GIVE!

Iceberg laughs, “Admit I’m the man!”

Kraken has no choice, “You’re the man! You’re the MAN!”

“And what are you?”

“A muscle bitch! I’M NOTHING BUT A MUSCLE BITCH!”

Iceberg releases the hold, letting the handsome hunk lie on the canvas. The beefy brute flexes then reaches down for Kraken. He pulls him up to standing. It’s hard work but he’s got enough power to do it. Iceberg applies a sleeper hold. The massive muscleman struggles but it’s too late for that. He goes out fast. The burly brute lets go. Kraken topples forward like a giant redwood that’s been cut down. He lands face-first, unconscious. SPLAT!

Leashing the Kraken. 

The Snowflakes slide into the ring, ready to help the winner with handling the loser’s 290-lbs of muscle. It’s dead weight right now. Kraken can’t put up much of a fight. Not that I’d expect him to. There aren’t many rules in The Cave but loser willingly accepting his fate is definitely one of them. This is Kraken’s only loss this week but I’m sure he’ll be a man about it.

Iceberg orders, “Fetch me his trunks, boys.”

The Snowflakes eagerly move to either side of Kraken who’s still sleeping face down on the canvas. They pull down his trunks, exposing his smooth, muscular ass. The pale white globes are beautifully shaped. The sweaty black spandex trunks slide down Kraken’s thick tanned thighs and get worked over his boots. Star presents them to the winner like a prize as Prism fondles the loser’s bare ass.

The bearded behemoth brings the trunks to his face and breathes in deeply. He smiles and nods as his boys get to waking Kraken up. SMACK! SMACK! When they see signs of life, Iceberg moves in and bends forward. He grabs a handful of Kraken’s hair and grips under his chin. The helpful henchmen grab the massive muscleman by the arms and the three of them lift the loser up onto his knees.

The trio force the waking Kraken backwards against the ropes. The Snowflakes drape his powerful arms over the top rope. Iceberg moves in, pressing his belly against the loser’s handsome face. Proving his compliance, the massive muscleman kisses and licks the ginormous gut. The winner rubs Kraken’s head approvingly.

“That’s right, worship me, muscle bitch.”

Kraken continues to pay homage to the beef that brutally beat him in their match. Iceberg leans over and grabs the middle rope. He pulls it up, locking Kraken’s mighty arms in place. The Snowflakes help out, making sure the massive muscleman can’t slip free. Not that he’s trying. Kraken is too busy nuzzling against the beefy beast’s big body. The winner steps back.

Iceberg rubs his hands all over his huge hairy chest and stomach. He puts on a show for the trapped muscle monster. “Yeah, you really thought that you could beat this?” The bearded behemoth gyrates his hips and caresses his beef. Kraken watches and moans his approval. The trapped stud’s knees are spread out wide and I can see his cock rising up.

The winner sees it and laughs, “Yeah, you want this?”

“Yes, Sir.”

On command, the lightweight henchmen move in and join him in rubbing his body. They kneel and worship the victorious behemoth as he flexed his thick arms. On command, they peel down the large blue trunks, leaving the winner in mask, pads and boots. Iceberg moves over to the lusting loser. He grips a handful of hair and forces his head up. Their eyes lock.

“You’re all mine, muscle bitch.”

“Yes, Sir.”

Iceberg holds out his other hand. Star hands him the sweaty blue trunks they just stripped off him. The big behemoth rubs his trunks all over Kraken’s face. The loser moans and his cock bobs up and down between his legs as it pulsates with excitement. The hairy beast uses his finger to push his sweaty trunks into Kraken’s mouth.

Kraken eagerly sucks on the spandex-wrapped finger as Iceberg rubs his hair, calling him a good muscle bitch. The beefy bear pulls his finger out and replaces it inside his trunks with his cock. The trapped loser works even harder as he sucks on the winner’s rod wrapped in sweaty blue spandex. His moans echo through the arena as he savors the bigger man’s cock.

The Snowflakes move in and start caressing both big men as Iceberg face fucks Kraken. Star grabs hold of Kraken’s monster cock and jerks it. The bound muscleman’s moans turn to whimpers as he’s sexually dominated. I never pegged him for a submissive but I guess he is, at least right now. He’s clearly loving being used by the bearded behemoth and his twink helpers.

Iceberg backs up. He open a leg hole on his trunks and lowers it over Kraken’s head. He twists the trunks around and around until they’re tight around the bound muscleman’s neck. The hairy hulk gives the spandex a sharp tug, using the trunks as a collar and leash. He forces Kraken to look up at him. “You’re nothing, muscle bitch. Nothing but a big dildo for me to use.”

“Yes, Sir.”

The bearded behemoth steps back and drops onto his back. He orders the Snowflakes to free Kraken. They flip the ropes and the muscleman is flung forward by the tension. He lands with his face on the winner’s ginormous belly. BOING! Iceberg grabs hold of his trunks and pulls Kraken forward up his body. The beefy brute forces Kraken up into a deep kiss.

Iceberg controls Kraken’s head, “forcing” the kiss on the very willing loser. With the muscleman lying up their boss’s body, the Snowflakes begin playing with his ass. Prism runs his finger along Kraken’s crack then toys with his hole. The massive muscleman whimpers into Iceberg’s mouth as he’s penetrated. The huge behemoth pulls his mouth off.

“Time to get to work, dildo.”

“Yes, Sir.”

The bearded beast lifts his legs. Kraken reaches under the winner’s knees and lifts the legs up. Star sheathes Kraken’s cock and guides it to Iceberg’s hole. The loser moans in anticipation. Meanwhile, Prism sheathes his cock, too. He moves in behind Kraken, aiming his rock-hard cock at the massive muscleman’s incredible bubble butt.

Prism smirks as he says, “Payback time, muscle bitch.” I get that. It was just yesterday that Kraken beat these two in their other identity as Young Love and fucked Prism. It’s some nice turnabout for the twink.

Prism plows inside Kraken, forcing him forward. The loser’s cock drives inside Iceberg. The beefy bottom demands, “C’mon, dildo, get to work.” He roughly pulls on the trunks leash, sending a message. The powerless muscleman obeys, fulfilling his function by fucking faster. Another sharp tug on the blue trunks, “Look at me, dildo!” Kraken obeys.

The two big men lock eyes as Kraken braces his hands on Iceberg’s boots to steady both of them. Prism keeps plowing Kraken from behind. Star rises then straddles Iceberg’s waist. He plays with his cock, getting it hard. The bearded behemoth hands the end of the blue trunks to him.

With control of the makeshift leash and collar, Star pulls Kraken’s head up. He smacks the massive muscleman across the face with his dick, leaving streaks of pre-cum on the handsome hunk’s cheeks and lips. The twink forces his cock into Kraken’s mouth. The loser keeps fucking the winner as his ass and mouth are roughly used by the talented tag team he’d owned just yesterday.

Star asks, “Master? May I cum into the muscle dildo’s face hole?”

“Oh, fuck yeah, boy. Fill the muscle bitch up.”

The twink groans as he gives the blue trunks a hard tug and grips Kraken’s hair tightly. He stops pumping as he moans long and low. Star’ ass cheeks tense as Kraken’s mouth contracts and expands. The massive muscleman’s neck pulsates as he swallows the 160-lbs henchman’s big load. The loser drinks it all down until Star withdraws, giving his cheeks another humiliating slap with his cock. WHAP! WHAP! WHAP!

Kraken never stops humping Iceberg, helped by Prism’s hands on his hips and cock plunged deep up his ass. Star backs off, giving the blue spandex leash back to the bearded behemoth. Iceberg pulls on the trunks, “Look at me, dildo.” They lock eyes again. “Yeah, I love that submission in your eyes. You’re so fucking mine.”

“UNH! Yes! UNH! Sir!”

Behind Kraken, Prism is gasping. He says, “Master, I’m ready.”

Iceberg growls, “Coat his back, boy. Mark him as our fucking property.”

Prism pulls out, strips the condom off then rises up. It takes only a few pumps and he unloads all over Kraken’s broad back. He lines the smooth muscles with ropes of hot white cum until he’s drained. Star moves in and the tag team partners kiss deeply.

Star asks, “How was he?”

“Not as good as you, babe. No one ever could be.” Ah, that’s sweet. A pause then a look at Jae’s camera, “At least Kraken’s in better shape than fat Spartan and his jiggly ass. Of course, that puffy muscle bitch’s hole has been used so many times it’s stretched all to hell.”

Beside me, Xaq tenses and rises, but I place a firm hand on his forearm. He sits back down but leans into me, “My ass does NOT jiggle! That’s a fucking lie! You KNOW it’s a lie!” I cover his mouth with my hand, forcing for him to shut up. He leans back in his chair and crosses his arms over his sculpted pecs. Xaq sulks, “You better edit that comment out, Cody.”

I tap his knee, “Don’t worry, I will handle it.”

“I’m serious. It’s slander. I’ll sue them and The Cave.”

“I know.”

Back in the ring, Kraken is hammering Iceberg’s ass. With Prism out, he has free reign and he’s not holding anything back. The dominant bottom is moaning loudly, controlling the loser with the leash. He orders, “Shoot inside me, dildo!” Kraken nods and whimpers as he’s choked by the blue spandex collar. Suddenly, he drives in deep and holds his position.

Kraken’s thick muscles tighten and convulse as he slowly slams in and out, emptying his cock inside the latex pouch inside the winner’s ass. The muscleman keeps milking himself until he exhausts himself, his softening cock slipping out before he collapses onto Iceberg’s beefy body. SPLAT! The hairy behemoth reaches up and gently rubs the drained loser’s sweaty hair.

“You’re not done. Suck my cock, dildo.”

Kraken moans but slides back. He grabs Iceberg’s rock-hard cock and lowers his mouth onto it. The bearded brute is quickly moaning, giving orders like the bossy bottom bitch that he is. Within a minute, the winner signals that he’s close. Seconds later, his beefy body tenses, his back arches and his masked head goes back as he explodes into kraken’s mouth.

The massive muscleman sucks the load out of the winner, swallowing it all, adding it to Star’ load. Kraken works until the beefy behemoth is drained and cleaned. Iceberg pushes the loser off. Kraken collapses onto his back. The winner rolls over and sits on the massive muscleman in a flexing schoolboy pin. The Snowflakes move in close and pose behind their boss.

Ry and Jae get the victory shot from different angles, documenting the final scenes of the victory. The winners exit the ring, leaving Jae to move in and capture beautiful panning shots of Kraken’s 290-lbs of exhausted naked muscle.

In the Locker Room.

“Great job, Paul. You were incredible all week.”

“Thanks, Cody. What an amazing way to end it, too. Pete was great, wasn’t he?”

“Oh, yeah, sure.”

“You almost sound like you mean that.”

I laugh, “I’m sorry, there’s just a bit of history there.”

“Don’t worry, I know the feeling is mutual. I’ll just say that I like you both.” Paul shifts topics, “You know, this turned out to be so unreal. Way more than I expected. You and Jae have been so nice all week, showing me around. Giving me matches. I don’t want to leave.”

“Then don’t!”

Paul laughs, “If only it was that easy. But I plan to come back real soon.”

“Well, we loved hanging out. Next time, you can even crash with us. Beau’s with us for a few more weeks but after that, the guest room is all yours.” I smirk, “Unless there’s somewhere else you’d rather be staying?”

The mighty muscleman looks confused, “What does that mean?”

“Paul, can I ask you a question? A personal question that is none of my business?”

“Of course, Cody. We’re friends. Ask me anything.”

“You like Pete. How much? Like, are you going to stay in touch with him?”

“Oh, that. Well, we haven’t really talked about the future. I’d love to keep in touch and see him when I come back. It’s up to him. Whatever he wants.”

“Why wouldn’t he want to?”

“Jae told me about the situation with Ryan.” I make a face and start to reply but he interrupts, “Don’t be mad. Jae felt like I should know what I was getting into and he’s right. Point is, I know Pete was mainly using me to make Ryan jealous. And if this was only a one-time thing, I’m okay with that. He’s sexy as fuck and I had a lot of fun.”

“Uh huh. Look, normally, I mind my own business and I’m definitely not trying to interfere right now but take it from me … Ry and Pete are going nowhere.”

“How so? Ryan looked kind of put out the other day and he’s never really said much to me. I don’t think he likes me hanging around Pete at all.”

“I know my best friend. If he wanted something more with Pete, he’d have done it by now. Yeah, Ry might be a little surprised, but this isn’t going to change anything in the long run. Meanwhile, you and Pete have a real connection. I don’t know why you like the guy, but it’s your business. It’d suck to see that end for no reason when you two could be good together.”

“Well, I might think so and you might think so, but it only matters if Pete thinks so.”

“If Pete thinks what?”

We turn to see a naked, sweaty Pete standing in the locker room doorway holding his towel and shower kit. He looks pissed, probably about the fact that we’re talking about him behind his back. Of course, he always looks pissed. His face just naturally looks like he’s smelling his own farts. He stomps over to us. I think on how to play this to ease the obvious tension.

Before I can lie, Paul answers honestly, “If you think that we have a connection. Cody was asking if we’re going to keep in touch.” Hm. Truth is an interesting way to play it. “I said I hope so. I think you’re a great guy and today was awesome. You’re awesome.”

Pete actually blushes at the hot muscleman’s compliment, “You’re awesome, too.”

“Thanks. But … I couldn’t answer Cody because I also know that you were mainly using me to make Ryan jealous, so only you know what, if anything, is next for us. Have I served my purpose or could we maybe build this into a real … friendship, at least?”

Ooh, using the truth to put Pete on the defensive. I like it.

The bearded behemoth nods, “Oh. Okay. Yeah, I guess we should talk.” Pete scowls at me, “Get out. This is none of your business.”

I hold up my hands a keep quiet. I grab my paperwork from Paul then Zelle him his pay for the match. Once he confirms he’s got it, I’m happy to leave them alone. As the door closes, I hover nearby to eavesdrop on their conversation.

From inside, Pete yells, “GET AWAY FROM THE FUCKING DOOR, ASSHOLE!”

Hmph. Such a jerk. I reluctantly walk away but realize I don’t need to listen anyway. Jae can get the scoop from Paul later. I cross my fingers as I head back to the ring area to help with cleanup. Maybe Pete can move back east with Paul. Hey, a guy can dream can’t he?

The End.