The Cave: The Road to El Paso 4 (Beau vs. Toby/Zeke)

CABIN #3. FUTURE FARMS. JUST EAST OF EL PASO TX.

Me!

“Beau! My prodigal brother returns. And a day early. You should’ve called ahead. I would’ve put the mats away, so you wouldn’t be reminded of how Keith kicked your ass all those times.” 

“Fuck you, Toby. I’m here to grab my shit and go.” Beau pushes past me. “Keep your mouth shut and stay outta my way and it’ll all be good.” 

Yikes. My brother sounds extra-salty. It’s okay, I expected this. He got sent packing with his porn-sized cock tucked between his tree trunk legs. Now, he’s back home to be officially fired and sent back to wherever he was sulking. I could just let it go, but I’ve missed him. As strange as it sounds, the past four weeks have been weird without my younger, bigger brother around.

Beau, now extra-salty.

I decide to be the better man. As usual. “So, where’ve you been?” He ignores me. “Did you take my advice and go visit Cody?” I see him tense. “Oh, you did? How is The Bat?” His cheeks draw in and his jaw looks welded shut. I see his biceps twitch. I can read him like a book. “Oh fuck, is that where you’ve been staying? Wow, four weeks getting wrestled down and fucked by Cody? Why are you not happier? Wait, did he come with you?”

Silence. I can tell Cody didn’t come. Why would he? He’s too cool for this. I’m sure he only took Beau in to have a big blond bodybuilder to fuck for four weeks. I can admit that Beau has some physical appeal if you can handle his attitude. Although, after Keith made him his bitch, maybe Cody fucked the alpha right out of him. Cody’s like me. He knows how to tame the big boys, like his mountainous lap dog Ryan and bottom boy Jae. Woof. I’m not jealous of many men, but Cody? He’s living the dream.

I’m shirtless and barefoot in jeans and a belt. Beau’s in baggy cargo shorts and a t-shirt with sneakers on. That’s a sign he was in Cali. No jeans and no cowboy boots or hat. I follow him into his room. He pulls three gym bags out of the closet. Beau throws his clothes onto the bed. I guess this is it. He’s giving up. I’m not surprised. I made it so he wouldn’t have much choice.

“I’m jealous you lived with Cody, but I’m glad you listened to me.” Nothing but I know I’m right. “If you took my advice on that, maybe you took my other advice? You know, about taking time to really examine your personal failings that led you to this moment. By this moment, I mean the lowest point in your life.”

Beau is turning red as he piles up his shit.

“I guess not.” I let him know, “I would’ve smoothed things over with Keith, but you never reached out. If you want your job, just apologize. To me. Publicly. Sounds like a fair deal, right?” Beau’s face is red. Good. “I’ve put on some muscle in four weeks, don’t you think?” I flex in my jeans for him. He ignores me, just folding his clothes.

I will not be ignored.

I launch myself in the air and splash down on top of the pile of clothes. His eyes go wide, and he growls. I explain, “We have to talk sometimes, little bro. Might as well be now.” He walks out of the bedroom. I follow. He’s looking at the TV. Technically, it’s his. Technically. “You’re being childish. Just admit I was right. Seriously, this isn’t healthy.”

Without looking at me, Beau growls, “What isn’t healthy is you trying to pick a fight with me.”

Finally. Beau’s only three years younger than me but so much less mature. Always looking for a fight. Yeah, my 22-year-old blond bodybuilder brother is bigger. 6’1”/235-lbs of pure muscle, but I’ve added a few pounds of muscle myself by working out with our boss and my boyfriend, Keith. And I’ve gained a ton of wrestling skill. I know how to use my 5’11”/185-lbs on the mats.

“Who’s picking a fight? I’m trying to talk to my little brother. I just told you; I can fight for you to keep your job. All you need to do is show some kind of growth as a person. Some willingness to accept personal responsibility for your role in all this conflict.”

Beau is as still as a statue.

I say, “I’ve accepted my own mistakes.” That gets his attention. He turns and looks me in the eye. “I admit that I didn’t handle things well.” He waits. I continue, “I accepted your bullying way too long. I let your ego get out-of-control. As the older brother, I should’ve done what I did a lot earlier.” His mouth drops open. “Now, what mistakes are you willing to admit to?”

Beau nods, “Okay. My mistakes? I should’ve seen that you were a psycho years ago. I shouldn’t have stood up for you, fought your battles, given cover for you to be a complete asshole. I shouldn’t have let you hide behind me like the coward you are. And I should’ve gotten far away from your lying, double-crossing, crazy ass a long time ago.”

I can feel my face go red. Little bro still doesn’t get it.

The blond bodybuilder adds, “But it’s not too late to make up for my mistakes. I’m happy to let Keith be your human shield instead of me. I’m done with you, him, and this place. I did stay with Cody. I hung out with a bunch of great guys. Made new friends. Even found a guy who’s a better big brother than you’ll ever be. So, fuck you, Toby, you sad little piece of trash.”

I don’t know what comes over me. I roar. Literally. I dive at Beau.

BEAU OVERREACTS TO A LITTLE HORSEPLAY.

I dive at Beau with a spear to take him down, but he’s ready for me like he expected it. His knee comes up. I run into it, face-first. CRACK! My head flies back and I stumble. My brother fires a fist into my wide-open, unflexed abs. WALLOP! I bend forward about to puke my fucking guts out. Oh fuck. He’s not holding back. Beau grabs my hair, forces me to stand then gives me another. WHOMP! OOF!

I’m hunched over, coughing like crazy. The blond bodybuilder clubs me across the back with a double axe-handle. WHACK! I drop down flat. He sits his 235-lbs of muscle on my back. Beau grabs my hair and grabs under my chin. The muscleman pulls my head up, wrenching my neck as he brings my ear up to his mouth. “You started this, brother. I’m finally going to finish it.”

I beg, “Stop! Stop! You can have the TV!”

Beau roughly pushes my face down onto the wood floor. SMACK! He stands up and I rise to hands and knees. My musclebound brother grabs my hair and the back of my jeans. He spins and literally throws me over the sofa. I fly through the air, landing hard on the wrestling mats where our dining room should be. SPLAT! I grunt. My shoulder took the hit. Fucker.

I scramble up and head for the backdoor. No way am I wrestling him when he’s like this. Beau catches up. He trips me and I fall flat on the tile floor. SPLAT! Oh fuck, that hurt. I groan, lying still. Fuck. Beau grabs my ankle and drags me back to the mats. I desperately try to grab something. My fingers slip on the tile. I grip the corner of the cabinet, but he pulls me free.

Once I’m fully on the mats, Beau reaches down and grabs my other leg. He’s facing me, looking down at my bare back. He lifts my feet up and locks my shins under his arms. Must be for some kind of crab move. I beg, “No, no, no!” He ignores me and steps forward, folding my back the wrong way. I cry out in pain. He’s so fucking strong! I have to just ride it out.

Beau slaps my sides. I instinctively reach back. He grabs my wrists in his vice-like grip. Damn! I played right into that. My younger brother stands up, lifting me off the mat into a tear drop hold. I hang by my legs and arms, my body weight pulling down. The strain has me grunting. I tell him to stop, “You’re gonna hurt my back! Let me down! LET ME DOWN!”

“No.”

The one-word response cuts through me more than a long diatribe. Fuck, he is pissed. What a baby. I moan louder. I’m really suffering now. Word has to have gotten back to Keith that Beau’s back. He knows what a hothead my brother is. I just have to hold on until he comes and saves me! C’mon Keith! Where the fuck are you?

The blond bodybuilder starts shifting. He swings me back-and-forth. Oh fuck! The pain intensifies. I’m begging now, “Please stop. C’mon, bro! You’re my brother.” That only make him swing me faster. I cry out, “Please! I love you, man! I’m sorry! I’m sorry for everything!”

“Liar.”

I cry out, “Please! I can’t take it! I give! I give! You win! Please?”

Beau swings me harder then lets go on the upswing. I fly forward, landing hard on the mat. SPLAT! I moan, lying unmoving. Maybe if I don’t fight back, he’ll get over this little hissy fit. I know he’s overreacting, but I don’t think he does. My brother strips off his shirt. I get the strength to crawl forward. I’m so far from the doors. I don’t know where to crawl to.

My younger brother moves in. I get to hands and knees. I donkey kick back, but I only hit his thigh. He ignores it. Beau grabs me around the waist. He pulls me up into a reverse bearhug. Oh fuck. After the two big gut punches, this is not what I need. He crushes me and I feel like my whole core caves. I kick and throw my arms around, but I can’t breathe, much less think.

Why is this happening to me? What did I do to deserve this?

When the shaking back-and-forth starts, I’m begging again. My voice warbles as I fly around, tossed like I’m a chew toy and he’s a pit bull. I go limp. Maybe I have whiplash. Beau whips me down and I crash onto the mat, landing shoulder first then collapsing on my back. BOOM! I look up, “Please, Beau. Please. No more. I think I’m hurt. Like really hurt.”

“Good.”

The massive muscleman drives his foot down into my abs. STOMP! STOMP! STOMP! I’m begging for mercy the whole time. At least as much as I can still form words. He’s ruthless. STOMP! STOMP! STOMP! I curl up into a ball, hoping for Keith to finally get here and save me. Beau reaches down. He grabs my head and chin, forcing me up. I go for a desperation low blow. My brother anticipates it and blocks it by grabbing my wrist.

“Predictable.”

Beau keeps hold of my wrist, crushing it. He palms my head with his other hand. The blond bodybuilder forces my hand towards my face. I can’t move, so I end up punching myself in the nose. POW! I open my hand as he does it again. I slap myself this time. WHAP! Over and over. WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! This is just cruel humiliation! I squirm and struggle.

I get violently dragged up by my wrist. I stumble forward, right into a massive clothesline. WHACK! I do a full flip before crashing down on my stomach. SPLAT! I moan, helpless at his feet. I beg again, “Please. Give me a break. I can’t take any more.”

“Tough.”

Beau mounts me, sitting on my back. He pulls me up into a camel clutch, leaning back until I’m gasping. I’m starting at the ceiling. My hands are swinging. And I’m whimpering, begging him to let me go. The pain is excruciating as my powerhouse brother leans and pulls, overpowering my back muscles and bending my spine the wrong way. I’m almost crying.

Suddenly, I hear a strong hand tapping at the front door. KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK! Please be Keith. Please be Keith. Please be Keith. Please be Keith. Please be Keith. Please be Keith. The front door opens slowly.

A deep voice calls out, “Toby? Beau? Anyone home?"

Beau lets me go and stands up to face whoever it is. It’s not Keith. It’s Zeke. He’s an older, 6’2”, hairy-chested bald guy who works here. He’s in pretty good shape and is strong. Zeke comes in, he’s shirtless in jeans, carrying his toolbox. Obviously he was working. Keith must’ve sent him to see what was happening. Between the two of us, I know we can destroy Beau and send him packing with nothing!

I’m saved!

ZEKE SAVES THE DAY!

As I slowly get up, I command, “Get over here, Zeke! I’m glad Keith sent you.”

Beau backs up, “Seriously, Z? You’re on their side?”

The hairy hunk puts down his toolbox and moves in on Beau. My brother braces for an attack. Zeke opens his arms and …

Gives him a huge hug?

What the fuck?

Zeke says, “I missed you so much, kid.” He takes a big sniff, “Damn, I love it when you’re sweaty.” Beau hugs him back. Tight. Fuck. Zeke says, “How was your trip?” My brother doesn’t reply, just hugs tighter. The big bald dude whispers, “I was worried, you know.”

They finally break.

The hairy hunk says, “Sorry, guys, I don’t mean to interrupt your reunion. I just needed to give this one a big hug.” He holds Beau's cheeks with both hands and looks him square in the eye, “How you doing, kid? You disappeared then would only text me one or two words. I know this place does secret shit, but my head’s been all over the place about you.”

Beau says, “I’m sorry. I just couldn’t talk to anyone, old man.”

I ask, worried, “So, Keith didn’t send you?”

The hairy stud shakes his head, “Nope. I haven’t seen Keith all day.” He won't stop looking at Beau, “I should’ve guessed y’all would be hitting the mats as soon as you returned. That’s a good sign, right? I know you were pretty down before you left. Does it mean you’re open for matches, kid? Cause I’d love to grapple with you again. Been months, you know.”

My frustration with this small talk bullshit boils over, “You bald idiot. You need to -”

Zeke spins to look at me. Uh oh. He looks pissed, “What the fuck did you just call me?”

Beau smirks, “I think he called you an idiot, old man. A bald one. See, we weren’t having a fun match. He attacked me and I was destroying him. He thinks Keith sent you here to save his ass from me.”

Zeke looks confused. He says, “I’m confused.”

My brother quickly takes over. He claims that I set him up and turned Keith against him. Which technically I did, but it’s a completely biased re-telling. When I try to jump in, they both tell me to shut up. Beau explains why he wasn’t himself for the weeks before he took off. Let’s just say, Zeke doesn’t look like he’s going to help me out. If anything, I’m in more trouble.

Zeke says, “I’m so sorry. I wish you’d told me, kid. I would’ve been on your side.”

Beau sighs, “I know. I was just embarrassed. Ashamed. I didn’t tell anyone until I got to LA. You know, I thought that a man has to handle his own business.”

“That’s not right. You needed someone. I’m sorry I didn’t ask what was going on.”

Ugh. I decide to leave but Zeke steps in my way. I take a swing at him, hoping to land a sucker punch so I can escape. He sees it coming, blocks it, and punches me in the face. I go down hard. I look up from the floor as I check my nose and mouth. No blood. I threaten to have Keith kick his ass or even fire him, too. He grabs some duct tape from his toolbox. I slide back, still kinda stunned. Zeke jumps on me. I struggle as he puts tape over my mouth, telling me I’ve said and done enough.

Beau just laughs at me being manhandled by this bald idiot. Zeke drags me to a heavy wooden dining chair and tapes me down. Wrists first. Ankles second. Body third. A whole double roll. I try free myself, but all the furniture in this damn place is solid as fuck. Zeke warns me that if I escape, he’ll kick my ass. My brother doesn’t even try to help me. He’s off in the kitchen, out of sight. Beau comes back with beers. They tap bottles.

CLINK!

Zeke says, “I can’t believe you’re leaving. I’ll miss you, kid.”

“Yeah, it sucks, but I can’t stay.”

“Want me to talk to Keith? Maybe I can do something? You can bunk with me from now on.”

“Thanks, but it’s probably for the best that I go. Anywhere on this ranch is too close to Toby.” My brother jokes, “It’d be too easy for me to kill him and make it look like an accident. I don’t need the constant temptation.” At least, I hope he’s joking.

Zeke swings the cold beer bottle, tapping Beau’s nipple. My younger brother flinches. The hairy stud says, “You in a hurry? Don’t suppose I can get one last match before you go?” He peels down his jeans to tempt Beau into a match. The stud looks hot in his black briefs. No way will Beau be able to resist. Maybe they'll head to Zeke's cabin and leave me alone. Then I can grab Keith.

Zeke makes his case for a match.

Beau puts down his beer. He smirks and spreads his arms. They strip down until they’re naked. Fuck, they're wrestling here. Even though it’ll be a fight between friends, maybe I can still see these two suffer a little for tormenting me today. And if they’re tired, I can escape and get Keith. He can kick both their asses. I can watch him pound Beau while I fuck the hell out of the traitor Zeke’s hole.

BEAU VS. ZEKE. (BUT NOT THE WAY I WANTED)

The big naked assholes circle the mat. They’re both smiling, avoiding obvious openings as they check each other out. Ugh. It’s only been four weeks. You both look the exact same! Fuck! I’d close my eyes, but I don’t want to miss the action. If it ever comes. Attack! Destroy each other!

Zeke teases, “Hope that LA life didn’t make you soft, kid.”

Beau flexes, “No chance. If anything, I learned some new tricks.” He smirks, “I even got a chance to wrestle Foster Longhorn.” (you can read all about here)

Country music superstar,
Foster Longhorn.

My eyes go wide. What? The country music superstar?

The hairy idiot has the same reaction. “What? Whoa, tell me about that.”

Beau explains to Zeke. The jealousy builds up inside me and I have no way of releasing it. I fucking hate my younger brother. Hate, hate, hate him. I got him sent packing to teach him humility. To make him feel like a loser. Instead, he lives with smoking hot Cody and wrestles a country music superstar and all-around muscle hunk? Even when he’s a loser, he finds a way to win. FUUUCK!

The two muscular bastards finally lock up. Good. I hope you both break something. They’re feeling each other out but going harder. Beau powers the bald idiot into a standing side headlock. He really cranks on it. Zeke’s head turns red as he feels my bodybuilder brother up. The blond beefcake flips the hairy hunk over. They land hard with Beau on top. SPLAT!

My brother sits there, still working the hold. Zeke’s had enough. He swings his legs up and catches Beau around the head. He pulls back. The blond bodybuilder loses the headlock as he goes back, locked in a tight head scissors. Zeke’s thick legs flex, his muscles tightening and the cuts showing up. His cock is semi-hard now as he dominates the younger muscleman.

Beau’s forehead is red and he’s grunting. He’s also rubbing on those thick legs crushing his head. These two are liking this way too much. Gimme a grudge match! Both guys’ meat is swelling up as they struggle. Zeke’s legs are brutal. I’ll need to remember that if we ever tangle. Beau squirms and finally manages to roll them. The movement is enough for him to pull free.

The blond bodybuilder falls backwards onto his butt. PLOP! He sits there, shaking out his head as Zeke rolls to his knees. The bald idiot dives in. He tackles Beau down. They grapple. It’s a lot of rolling and shifting. They’re both hulking up, pumped from the struggle. The sweaty is flying. Their powerhouse bodies shine. And they’re dicks are stiff. Nice piece of meat on Zeke.

They break but get up fast. Beau tries to steamroll Zeke down, but the bald idiot twists. He uses the blond bodybuilder’s momentum to put Beau on his back again. SPLAT! The hairy hunk gets on a solid arm hold this time. He locks Beau’s left arm, so his wrist is beside his ear, elbow pointing up. Zeke leans into it and Beau grunts in pain. Yes. Break it!

The younger muscleman fires his right fist into Zeke’s side. THUD! THUD! THUD! The bald beefcake grunts. Beau does it again. THUD! THUD! THUD! The blond bodybuilder adds a bridge and twist, thrusting his hips into the air and turning. It’s enough to break Zeke’s hold. Beau rolls right on top. He smoothly grabs Zeke’s right wrist and locks it behind his head, while using his body weight to pin his left arm down. Beau’s legs tie the hairy hunk’s up.

It took one second for Beau to lock up the bald idiot. Zeke’ll break free, but not before Beau uses his free hand to fire off a series of rough gut punches that would have me puking. POW! POW! POW! These two don’t hold back. POW! POW! POW! The older stud is coughing, forgetting all about breaking free. POW! POW! POW! The fists are sinking deeper every time.

Zeke finally twists and slides free. He rolls away onto his knees. His gut is red with Beau’s big fist imprinted on it. Good. My younger brother dives in. Zeke catches him with a front facelock. The older hunk immediately lifts his forearm up, choking Beau while he leans forward, pressing his hairy chest down on the blond bodybuilder’s broad back. The bigger muscleman drops.

Beau’s flat of his front, his legs shifting and squirming, his bare ass jiggling. His head is wedged under the older muscleman’s hairy stomach. Zeke keeps the pressure on his throat. The bald idiot reaches his free hand out and grips Beau’s ass cheek tightly. He squeezes and fondles it. He runs one finger into the young muscleman’s crack. Beau stops fighting for a moment.

“Yeah, kid, you like that. Tap and you can get a lot more.”

Zeke suddenly spins on Beau, the thick coating of sweat letting him slide easily. He gets on another choke as he puts his cock at Beau’s ass. Oh man, is he going to fuck Beau right now? Humiliating, but not nearly painful enough. I want Beau hurt, not just used like the bitch he is! The hairy hunk is humping but not penetrating. Beau pushes up and rolls them over.

The older muscleman keeps the choke. Beau’s cock is rock-hard as he lies on the hairy hunk getting choked out. Zeke reaches over and rubs Beau’s torso. Good. A one-armed choke isn’t going to knock Beau out. Sure enough, my younger brother enjoys the fondling but finally powers out. He flips over, splashing down on Zeke. SPLAT! They pause for moment, enjoying a smoldering glare. Yuck.

Beau pins Zeke’s wrists to the mat as they smirk at each other. The blond bodybuilder’s sweat rains down on the bald idiot’s face. My younger brother smoothly slides his legs inside the hairy hunk’s. He suddenly opens wide into a grapevine. ARGH! Zeke’s face says it all. He realizes that he got too horny. Yeah, having your groin wrenched open will do that, you moron.

The blond bodybuilder leans in for a vicious … neck attack of kisses. Ugh. Zeke writhes as he’s erotically tortured. He moans loudly as Beau sucks, kisses, and licks his neck. Their cocks are stretched up their torsos, sandwiched between them with Beau’s weight pressing down. The bigger stud slides his hips and grinds them against each other, holding grapevine as he does.

Zeke cries out. He groans, “Oh fuck, kid, you’re incredible!” The hairy hunk lets Beau molest him. C’mon, you idiot, fight back! Oh my god, he does. Zeke actually powers up and throws Beau off him. He rolls away. The two studs kneel across the mat, cocks pointing up as they stare each other down. They get to their feet with big smiles on their faces.

The two big musclemen march in and collide, chest first. BOP! They bounce off each other. The smooth and hairy chests come in harder. WHOMP! They bounce back. The bulls come in again, even harder. WHOMP! This time, they come in and hold their chests together. The two beasts push against each other, eyes locked in a stare down. Smiles fade into serious faces.

They swing their hips. Two big dicks slap together. WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! Zeke suddenly grabs behind Beau’s head and he … pulls him into a kiss. Fuck. They passionately make out as they keep smacking their cocks together. They’re grunting as their mouths work. Beau grabs Zeke’s head and he starts to dominate the kiss. Zeke’s hand drops and he gives up control.

Zeke’s arms hang limp. Oh. Not really. He surprises me and Beau by locking on a surprise bearhug. Beau grunts into the hairy hunk’s mouth as his smooth torso is pulled in tight. My younger brother moans in pain as his midsection is crushed. The older muscleman suddenly lets go of the bearhug. He spins my disoriented brother and locks on a reverse bearhug.

The hairy hunk’s cock finds Beau’s crack. He parts it but doesn’t drive in. Beau moans as he’s crushed again. He fights to pry the arms apart, but they hold firm. He breathes in then exhales as he twists with all his strength. It’s enough to break the hold. As Beau turns, Zeke lifts his knee right into Beau’s abs. THUD! OOF! Beau stumbles backwards.

Zeke moves in. He spins Beau, powering him into a full nelson. The hairy hunk locks his hands behind Beau’s head. He guides his cock into the blond bodybuilder’s crack again. My younger brother takes it, letting Zeke have his way. I can tell by his face that he’s loving it. Fuck. Beau grunts. He leans forward fast, flipping Zeke over. The bald idiot lands on his back. SPLAT!

Beau drops down, driving his shin onto Zeke’s chest. WHACK! OOF! He uses his leg to pin the hairy hunk, immediately launching a series of stiff fists to the gut. THUD! POW! THUD! Beau can lift his elbow high and put his weight into every blow. The rough fists bury deep into Zeke’s gut, getting the bald idiot to groan and try to sit up, only to be held down by 235-lbs of muscle.

My younger brother slides off. Zeke rolls away. He rises, only to get tackled by a quick spear to his red abs. THUMP! OOF! Beau rises up then comes down with a big knee to those aching abs. THUD! The blond bodybuilder grabs Zeke’s big leaking dick and lifts it out of the way. He jerks it lightly with one hand as he punches that hairy gut some more. POW! POW! POW!

Zeke takes the abuse, lifting his head to watch his midsection get pummeled and pounded. POW! POW! POW! His cock stays hard in my younger brother’s hand. It might even grow a little more. POW! POW! POW! Zeke finally has enough. He punches my brother in the side. THUD! It’s enough for him to slip free.

As the bald idiot turns to escape, Beau grabs his foot and pulls him back. Zeke slides on the sweaty mat. The blond bodybuilder drags him up and scoops him across his chest. Looks like the hairy hunk is tiring, although his dick isn’t. Beau gives him a gut buster, dropping his stomach over Beau’s outstretched leg. WHOMP! OOF! Zeke hangs there, coughing.

My arrogant brother sees a chance. He spanks the hairy hunk’s firm ass hard. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! His red handprints mark the flawless white ass. Zeke cries out as his butt is tanned by the younger muscleman, but he doesn’t try to fight back. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! It’s Beau who ends it by pushing the bald idiot off his leg. PLOP! He rolls onto his back, smiling like a moron.

Both guys rise. Zeke had me thinking he’s tiring, but he dives at Beau fast. He gets in, grabs a leg, and lifts. The blond bodybuilder falls onto his ass. The hairy hunk stands up, still holding the leg. He pins the other leg down by putting his foot on it. Zeke leans forward, straining Beau’s groin. My brother is strong, but flexible? Not so much. His moans of pain confirm that.

Zeke has Beau open. He’s close enough that the older muscleman can reach down and slap Beau’s face. Not hard enough for me, though. TAP! TAP! TAP! Beau growls as he looks up at the now dominant stud. Zeke swings his hand and grabs Beau by the dick. He rubs his thumb on the piss slit and the blond bodybuilder squirms wildly, letting out a high-pitched gasp.

Zeke looks at the throbbing cock as he toys with it, “Miss me, big guy?” Beau growls. The hairy hunk laughs, “Quiet, kid, I’m talking to the big guy here. Look how it’s leaking for daddy.”

My younger brother can’t help but laugh through the pain. Zeke rises up. He flips the leg hold into a single leg crab. Now we’re getting somewhere. Break his back! The older muscleman reaches his free hand down. He teases Beau’s taint with his finger. The blond bodybuilder moans, “Oh fuck.” The finger slides towards Beau’s hole. “No, no, no.”

“That a submission, kid?”

“NO!”

Zeke laughs. He slides his finger back over the taint, causing my younger brother to convulse in the crab. The older muscleman grabs Beau’s dangling balls. He starts playing with them. The blond bodybuilder groans as his jewels are toyed with. Zeke gives them a playful tap. SMACK! SMACK! “These babies are mine today, kid.” That gets Beau fighting the hold.

The blond bodybuilder kicks out, overpowering the hairy hunk. Zeke stumbles forward as Beau gets up. The bald idiot turns and charges, running right into Beau’s foot like a moron. WHOMP! OOF! The hairy hunk bends forward. Beau locks on a front facelock. He reaches behind Zeke’s knee and flips him over onto his back. WHAM! The older muscleman moans.

Beau asks, “Did you miss my ass as much as my dick?”

The younger muscleman doesn’t wait for an answer. He sits on Zeke’s face. Beau spreads his cheeks and shifts to make sure the hairy hunk is in deep. Beau gut punches Zeke again. POW! THUD! POW! The bald idiot’s abs are aching, because his legs bounce with the shots. My younger brother playfully swats at Zeke’s cock as it hovers over his lower stomach. WHAP! WHAP! WHAP!

“Yeah, that’s great, old man. Lick my hole. I love your tongue on it. Yeah, go for it.”

Beau sits back and enjoys Zeke working. He raises both arms up. My younger brother suddenly brings them down in a double axe handle, driving them into the bald idiot’s ruined gut. WHOMP! OOF! The hairy hunk audibly gasps, all the air from his lungs hitting Beau’s hole. Zeke’s legs come up as his body convulses. Beau grabs behind them and folds Zeke up.

With the older muscleman comfortably trapped in a cradle, Beau sucks on his finger. He pops it out and holds it up high. “You know what I really missed, old man?” He spits on Zeke’s hole. PTOOIE! My younger brother brings his wet finger down and teases the hairy hunk. Beau slides inside and finger fucks Zeke. He goes in and wiggles his finger. From Zeke’s wild reaction, Beau’s hit the butt nut.

Zeke’s feet flex up and down and his hands flop around. He starts shaking as he’s finger-fucked. Suddenly, the hairy hunk’s groaning loudly into Beau’s huge ass. The blond bodybuilder knows what he’s doing. When he slides in a second finger, Zeke screams. Cum suddenly erupts out of his cock, shooting out and down, splashing between their bodies.

Beau releases Zeke’s legs. They fell to the mat, revealing his hairy body, which is now a sticky mess. His dick is softening, but Beau’s is at full mast. The blond bodybuilder slides back, slithering his abs and pecs over Zeke’s face. He stops when their mouths line up. The two hunks have an upside-down kiss. So gross. They keep going, making out for way too long.

When the blond bodybuilder slides off, Zeke asks, “Gonna fuck me, kid?”

“You know it, old man.”

Beau slides up. He grabs protection then moves between Zeke's legs. He lifts them up onto his shoulders. The blond bodybuilder’s massive monster is still hard. He’s prepped the older muscleman’s hole, enabling him to power right inside. The younger stud has a big tool and knows how to use it. He’s quickly plowing Zeke. The bottom is moaning, begging for more.

The blond bodybuilder slams in, hammering the hairy hunk. Zeke likes it rough, acting as a bossy bottom, telling Beau to ‘make it hurt’. The pounding looks ruthless, but the way their eyes are locked tells a different story. Two - ugh - buddies going at it, like their whole fucking match. It doesn’t take long before Beau is gasping. He pulls out and unsheathes his cock.

Two pumps and Beau explodes, adding his seed on top of Zeke’s. The furry torso is soaked from belly button to pecs, all the way to the bald idiot’s chin. When Beau’s drained, he slides beside Zeke. They - ugh, gross - cuddle as Beau rests his head on the only dry spot on the older muscleman’s hairy chest. They lie there, sweaty and cum-soaked, just chatting.

I yell at them through my duct tape gag. They don’t even acknowledge me, just heading to the showers.

I’M SO FUCKING PISSED.

I’m pissed. And still taped up. Beau and Zeke have raided my cabin and stolen a bunch of stuff I wanted to keep. Including the TV. They’ve loaded it all and my shit will end up in fucking California. Or wherever Beau lands. He’s not saying. And with duct tape over my mouth, I’m not asking. They’ve showered together and now, they’re dressed again.

As they stand there, they’re being gross, having a heartfelt goodbye. I’d puke, but I don’t want to choke to death. They’re in close, feeling each other up. Looking all sweet and shit.

“I’m going to settle in LA. At least for now. I got friends with a wrestling ring and all kinds of crazy gear.”

“A ring? That sounds hot.”

“Yeah, it is. Remember the superhero wrestling videos? The Cave? That’s them. Your parents are somewhere in Cali, right? Are they close?”

“Close enough. Parents’ ranch is just around two hours east of LA. I’m there twice a year with lots of time on my hands. I could get away for a day or two. Wrestle you. Maybe you could hook me up with The Bat or Bane? That was a hot match.” Beau laughs and says that’d be easy. Zeke growls, “How ‘bout Foster Longhorn?”

Beau grins, “Maybe him, too. We've stayed in touch.”

“Hot damn! I’ll make a trip happen this summer, kid.”

They lightly kiss. “You’ve been a great friend and mentor, Zeke.”

“I’m still a great friend and mentor. Any time you need anything, call me. None of this ‘men have to handle their shit’ garbage. You’re amazing, Beau, but doesn’t mean you can’t ask for help. I know you’re going to do amazingly well wherever you go and whatever you do.”

I struggle in my bondage. Beau looks at me and sighs. Zeke says, “Don’t worry about him. I’ll let him go after you’re gone.” The hairy hunk looks at me all hungry, “With any luck, he’ll try again with the sucker punch.” I settle down. “But he’s probably too chicken.” He looks at me, “If you’re thinking Keith will fight me over this, I think you’re going to be disappointed, Toby.”

I scowl. We’ll see. I will tell Keith. I’ll get you canned. You can move in with my brother in LA since you love him so much. The two of you can fuck all the country music superstars and gorgeous gay wrestlers and actors you want, but I’ll be here and - oh shit. FUUUUUUCK!

The two studs wrap it up with more sweetness. Beau heads to his truck to drive home, calling after someone named Buck. Buck. Sounds like an asshole. Zeke turns to me, “There’s goes a good man. And a great brother to you. What the fuck is wrong with you, Toby?”

THE END.

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