AMU 250.3: Mylon vs. Rufus

LOS ANGELES. MY BOSS’ HIGH SCHOOL BUDDY’S BIRTHDAY PARTY.

AND THE MOST IMPORTANT NIGHT OF MY BOSS’ LIFE. 

AMU 250.2: Javi vs. Vincent

CODY'S ROOFTOP DECK.

RYAN'S 30TH BIRTHDAY PARTY.

“Oh my god, JAVI! It’s so great to see you! Guess what? I just met Darcy McEwen. You know, the hockey player? I got a picture with him. He was sooo cool. And sooo hot. He asked me not to post it. Maybe because he had this stuff on his face and chest. Wanna see?”

I snarl at him, “Micah.”

AMU 250.1: Mano vs. Micah

SOME GUY'S ROOFTOP DECK.

A GUY NAMED RYAN'S 30TH BIRTHDAY PARTY.

“Fuck, Cesar. Just look at all this ass.”

My buddy nods, “Mano, you are the luckiest bastard I know. Thanks for bringing me along. Damn. All these stripped down, horny muscleboys and they come in every flavor.”

AMU 250: Party Time: Darcy vs. Jax

SATURDAY. RYAN’S BIG DAY! 

CODY’S ROOF DECK. LOS ANGELES CA. 

NARRATOR: CODY

“WELCOME TO RY’S 30TH BIRTHDAY BASH, GUYS!”

Where's today's story?

Guys,

I lost track of time. I've been completing stories at deadline and the 15th came along super-fast. I'm good (to answer the usual question), just busy.

The story isn't done, but it is mostly done ... will update once it's ready. I might wait until 11/1.

Alex

The Cave Unleashed 20: Prelude to a Party (Luke/Jamie; Pete/Paul)

6PM. TUESDAY BEFORE THE PARTY.

SANTA FE CHOPHOUSE 

NARRATOR: LUKE

I raise my beer glass, “Happy 30th birthday, Ryan.”

Ryan lifts his pint to mine but backs off. He jokes, “Whoa, whoa, whoa. That’s Saturday. Don’t age me early. How about we just toast to good friends and a fun night?” I agree. CLINK! We drink. As he sets his pint down, Ryan suddenly gets a worried look. He asks, “You are still coming to Cody’s party, aren’t you?”

The Cave 34: Bane vs. Cage 4

SATURDAY MORNING. BETTER BEAN CAFE. LOS ANGELES CA.

“Okay, looks like we’re finally done, Cody.” I check the time on my phone. Shit. Just minutes to spare. Between Cave business and party planning for my birthday next weekend, this took way longer than I expected. I prod my best friend, “Wow, look at the time. Don’t let me keep you. I know you need to run.”

Cody smirks at me, “Ry, here’s a pro tip on lying. Talk normal. You never say ‘wow, look at the time’. It’s unnatural. That means that you want to get rid of me. Question is, why? Hm.”

The Cave 33: Skip Pays a Visit

OUTSIDE MY HOME. LOS ANGELES CA. 

“CODY! There’s my new best buddy!”

I turn. Smiling and waving at me as he jogs across traffic is a handsome 25-year-old, 5’8”, and 160-lbs stud. He’s white with brown hair in a military cut - shaved on the sides, about an inch long on top. His upper body is tight and chiseled, wrapped in a red tank top that says lifeguard on it. Oh god, I hope not. He’s also got beige cargo shorts and beat up Chuck’s.

Skip!

Heroes: Jungle Love (Part IV of IV)

  

CHAPTER X: ATTACK!

BELOW KORAK AND TARZAN’S TREEHOUSE.

DEEP IN THE AFRICAN JUNGLE. 

Tarzan

Heroes: Jungle Love (Part III of IV)

 

CHAPTER VII: REBEL!

DEEP IN THE AFRICAN JUNGLE.

“Korak, stop.” 

The 18-year-old white jungle boy was confused, but when his best friend asked him to stop, he stopped every time. Korak trusted Mkuma’s instincts implicitly. The powerful Nagasu warrior stepped forward, grabbing his friend from behind. Korak listened but heard nothing unusual. Mkuma’s senses were better than his, but Korak knew this part of the jungle’s sounds better. 

Korak

Korak finally asked, “What is it, Mkuma? What is wrong?” 

“Nothing is wrong. We are far enough away, and I cannot wait any longer.” 

“For what?” 

Heroes: Jungle Love (Part II of IV)

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Heroes: Jungle Love (Part I of IV)

CHAPTER I: CONFRONTATION! 

A SMALL COLONIAL OUTPOST. DEEP IN THE AFRICAN JUNGLE. 

“Finally got the guts to face me, Tarzan?”

“I am not Tarzan, Slade.”

The shirtless hunter sat up on the bed in his cell to get a closer look at his guest. He had been locked up in the large single cell in the remote jungle outpost for hours. There were only two guards at the outpost, and both were a mile away at Commissioner Barnes’ cabin, debriefing him on the capture of the notorious Slade. They were confident that Slade was secure when they left. It was twilight and the hairy hunter’s men would not try a nighttime rescue.

Slade. Hunter. Currently in jail.

The Cave Undercard 40: Blue Collar Beef vs. Valet

This is a companion story to the 7/15 story The Cave Undercard 39: Master Peace vs. Moneymaker. I tried to make it so it can be read alone, but your mileage may vary depending on your personal tastes and need for details.

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THE CAVE RING. LOS ANGELES CA.

“Nice moves, Street.”

I pull my baseball cap back on, “Yeah, I know. Told you that. I didn’t need any tryout. Natural athlete. Wrestled in high school. Fought a lot since then.” I start to head to the locker room, “So, we done, Cody?”

The handsome 29-year-old replies, “No, we’re not done. There are just a couple of things I want to check.”

Cody’s acting all business, not charmed by me at all. I can respect that. I’m all business, too. Chris should've told me how hot and confident this stud is. I was thinking the guy set up this little wrestling league to be around studs. Figured I could work him a little and get some extra cash. Not so easy. Won't stop me from trying, but I wasn't ready for a man like this.

The Cave Undercard 39: Master Peace vs. Moneymaker

Note: There are two narrators for this story. Chris aka Master Peace in Black text; and Miguel aka Moneymaker in Purple text. It is also noted at the start of each section. If it’s unclear to anyone for any reason, please let me know in the comments so I can adjust for next time.

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THE CAVE. LOCKER ROOM. 

NARRATOR: CHRIS/MASTER PEACE 

“Ready to be my plus one, Street?”

“Plus one? I’m not your fucking date to a wedding, Chris.” My buddy asks, “Is that really what they call it?”

I shrug, “Yeah, I don’t know. I don’t know why I called it that. They don't call the guy standing at ringside anything specific. The twink you’re countering is called a valet.” Street makes a face. Yeah. He’s not a valet. I suggest, “Bodyguard? Manager? Enforcer? Equalizer?” None of it changes the look. “What would do you want to be?”

“Paid. That’s all I wanna be. It’s the only reason I’m going to stand around, dressed up in a mask and trunks, threatening some twink while you kick his man’s ass. Cody said they pay right after the match. You better, too.”

The Cave Unleashed 19: Bird Boy/Toyboy vs. Enchanter/Scourge

THE CAVE RING AREA. LOS ANGELES CA.

Me. Xaq. As if you didn't know.

“It’s your lucky day, Birdy. We’re gonna wreck you.”

His bleach blond buddy smirks at me, “Since you get off on being humiliated, you’re gonna love what we got planned for you and your little master.”

The Cave 32: Ryan Meets Mano

WEDNESDAY NIGHT. ZUT ALORS BOITE. LOS ANGELES CA.

For a guy who just broke up with his boyfriend, I feel pretty good.

Maybe it’s because we didn’t completely breakup? Luke ended our dating relationship but changed it to a friend with benefits arrangement where everything will stay about the same. And the fact that I have another boyfriend, Corey, and another friend with benefits, Pete, could be helping, too. Weirdly, those relationships are both the cause and solution in this case.

The Cave 31: Bane vs. Cage 3

WEDNESDAY NIGHT. ZUT ALORS BOITE. LOS ANGELES CA.

The waiter sets down our drinks, “Do you have any questions about the menu?”

Before I can answer, Luke says, “Give us a few minutes, please.”

I’m surprised. Luke only orders one of two things here. And I know what I want. Something is up. Luke is a great guy. We’ve been dating for months. I know he’s challenged because I’m also dating Corey, a 19-year-old college student, and I spend a lot of time with Pete, a friend with benefits. He wants me to make a choice, but I’m just not ready to commit. I tense a little. 

The Cave Undercard 38: Captain Patriot vs. Him

THE CAVE. CAPTAIN PATRIOT’S LOCKER ROOM.

“Cody! How’d things go with Winston?”

I smile, “Awesome. Tons of fun. Before, during, and after the match. Xaq joined in our post-match shower.” I tell Darius, “Toyboy managed to handle Pink Punk all on his own. I wondered if he would have some help to move me around, but his GI Joe action figure never arrived.”

(check out the fun here … The Cave 31: Pink Punk vs. Toyboy) 

Playing with AI (3 of 3)

This is it. Overall, I had fun doing this. However, I haven't been back to it in a month. It was a short-term game for me, but the novelty wore off fast. I did make AI images of my dogs and got really close. Why? Don't I own a camera? Yes, but I was testing it out. I also tried some other prompts and instructions, just to see how I could use it. However, the limitations are the limitations and I have no use for any of these images (except for these posts). I can't see myself doing more until my next superhero story.

Today's images are superhero-themed and some are also wrestling-focused with our heroes (and villains) in the ring. Of course, I'll start with Superman defeated. I put in something like Superman lying defeated in a professional wrestling ring with a muscular burly villain in camouflage pro wrestling gear.

Playing with AI (2 of 3)

My past "process" posts appealed to many readers, like the Route 69 one and the perfect GIF-making one. I hope that's the case with these. While I was playing, of course I had to try wrestlers. Some of these are neat. Not like the coolest ones on Tumblr, but I figure those take more time with a paid program.

I started with some solo wrestlers, prompting on the gear, otherwise just asking for pro wrestlers in a pro wrestling ring, photorealistic style to see what happened. I like it. Of course, I'll never get a guy who looks exactly like this again, so I can't use it for characters in Cave stories.

Playing with AI (1 of 3)

For those of you who read my latest Superman story, I made all the images with AI. I didn't want to pay for anything, so I used the free Bing AI image generator. It was a way to do something different and play with a new toy. I had aspirations to build my real artistic skills, but time has not been on my side. The Superman story went long and had all 'new' characters. That meant more time that I didn't have time for any elaborate image making. That's where Bing came in.

You might have strong feelings on using AI. I do when it's used to fake things, but in this case, I was fine with it. I'm not replacing a human creator. I'm not trying to deceive anyone. I'm not passing off the images as something they're not. I openly stated in the story that all the images were AI-generated. So, I didn't (and don't) see any harm in trying it out.

I generated a ton of images, so I decided to share some of the better ones over the next few days in three posts: (1) alternate story images, (2) wrestling images, and (3) superhero images.

The Cave Unleashed 18: Sammy vs. Guy (Asgard Ranch)

CHAPS SALOON. UNINCORPORATED REDWOOD PARK, CA.

“Howdy. I’m Sammy.”

The new bartender replies, “Shane.” We shake hands. “What do you do, Sammy?”

“Hand at Asgard Ranch.”

Me (Sammy).

Heroes: The Joy of Being Superman (Part 3 of 3)

CHAPTER 5. CAUGHT BY CATCHUM!

CHRIS’ STUDIO APARTMENT. OLD TOWN. METROPOLIS.

TAP! TAP! TAP!

“Who? Oh. Superman? Come in.”

Chris opens the French doors that lead to the fire escape, and he steps aside. He nervously adjusts his tiger-print robe, wondering if he should have put something on under it. Before opening the doors. He’d hate to be arrested while naked. After the hero’s last visit, Chris has been a confused wreck. He tried using Jimmy Olsen as a source, but the photographer knew nothing about what was going on. He didn’t even know that Chris was in trouble. 

Heroes: The Joy of Being Superman (Part 2 of 3)

CHAPTER 3.

NOW. LUKE LANGSTON’S LIVING ROOM. CENTRAL CITY.

As instructed, Superman enters the midcentury modern home through the patio doors after the lights flash. He looks around, pretending to search for something. He keeps his back to the hallway from where Luke will emerge. The mighty muscleman tries to will his cock to shrink. It’s not cooperating. He’s anxious for this moment. The hero has never been so anxious. He tries to clear his mind about the kryptonite. Luke’s real kryptonite that could have killed him.

Superman is sure that Luke doesn’t know that it’s real. Or that he is real. Luckily, his heat vision and freeze breath took it out of play. While Luke changed, the hero used his super-speed to steal the lead box, replace the real rock with a realistic fake version from his Fortress of Solitude, put it back under Luke’s sofa, and message Batman and Elongated Man to investigate. And he has arranged for Luke to ‘win’ $500 receiving his 'prize' tomorrow.

The superhero can't help but smile, thinking, "Not bad for less than three minutes work." With everything handled, Superman can focus on fun. Using his super-hearing, he knows Luke is behind him in the doorway.

It’s time to play.

Heroes: The Joy of Being Superman (Part 1 of 3)

CHAPTER 1.

NOW. LUKE LANGSTON’S HOUSE. CENTRAL CITY.

“Wow. Just wow.”

Luke Langston’s breath is taken away by the 32-year-old, 6’3”/230-lbs, black-haired, bespectacled white muscleman standing at his door. Luke is a handsome white man, but he’s a lot smaller and leaner at 5’10”/160-lbs. Luke is 28, blond, and scruffy. He workouts regularly, getting compliments on his body, but when it comes to being a superhero, he knows that he’s no Trent Stark. Trent is a god. 

Trent Stark has Luke drooling.

The Cave: Arizona Knights 1 (Tommy vs. The Ref)

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Encounters: Brian and Santiago (Part 2 of 2)

 

This story was inspired by Vinny Muscle Stallion's story about hiring a masseur.

The stories aren't related, just giving credit where credit is due.

"Devon the Ripped Masseur" by sexyalphawrestler on Gay Demon.

SANTO SHARES HIS STORY.

My mind is spinning. I just beat and bred Santiago, my massive, bodybuilder (ex-)dom in a wrestling match/training session. He’s 28/6’3”/250. I’m a gym-chiseled 38/5’11”/180. Wrestling is one of my passions. Santo said he’d never wrestled before and that was obviously true. During the match, I unleashed a dominant side of myself and uncovered his submissive side. 

The whole experience of manhandling and fucking him was undeniably thrilling, but the aftermath is terrifying. I already had unwanted feelings for him. The match and sex made him human in a new way. Not to be some corny romance novel asshole, but I just can’t quit him. It’s a lot for me to process. It’s too late for second-guessing, but I should not have come here. 

Me (Brian). Him (Santo).