The Cave Undercard 36: Silver Herald vs. Valet

 

THE CAVE ARENA. PRACTICE NIGHT.

“Hey, muscleboy! Yeah, you. New guy. Get over here.”

The sexy 5’8”/180-lbs musclestud enthusiastically jogs over to the young twink calling to him. Justin Cos is a 20-year-old ripped rookie with a handsome face, chiseled muscles, and richly tanned white skin. His debut match against the villainous Toyboy just released. It was awesome and sales are hot. He extends his hand as he introduces himself to the curious lean stud.

“Hi! I’m Justin; I wrestle as Silver Herald.” 

Justin Cos aka Silver Herald

The twink accepts the handshake and nods, “I’m Valerio; wrestle as Valet.”

This exchange gets my attention. I’m Cody, co-owner of The Cave. I wrestle as The Bat. Val is one of our nastier villains. He started as a henchman for the muscular Moneymaker, interfering in his matches; but now, he’s a star on his own. At 5’9”/150-lbs, the 19-year-old is a fit, sexy twink with nice shoulders. And he’s a heel in and out of the ring. I don't trust him at all.

Valerio sizes up the sexy stud. He asks, “So, Justin, how’d you get here?”

“I’m a friend of Xaq’s. Do you know Xaq?” Val nods. Justin explains, “Well, we go to school together. Well, not together. He’s in fashion design and I’m a theater major. I modeled for him and now we hang out. Anyway, Xaq brought me to The Cave one day and Cody recruited me on the spot. I’ve only had one match, but it’s really cool.”

“Good story.” Val reaches out and feels up Justin’s thick left pec. “Solid.” He says seductively, “Muscleboy friends of Xaq’s go to the top of my list.”

“Oh, awesome. So, you’re friends with Xaq, too? He’s so cool, right?”

Val laughs, “No, we’re not friends and he’s not cool. The guy’s an idiot.”

Justin is surprised, “Oh. Okay.”

“You don’t think so?”

“No, of course not. For one thing, he’s a brilliant designer.”

“Are you an idiot, too?”

“Wow, dude. That’s a weird thing to say to someone you just met. Makes you seem like a crazy person. Or jealous. What, did he kick your ass or something?”

“Is that a challenge?”

“Huh?”

I step in, “Val, leave Justin alone.”

The twink sneers, “I’m just setting up a match, Cody. Figures that a friend of Xaq’s needs a daddy to step in and save him. Just like that muscle bitch Xaq.”

I snark, “Or you?” Val sneers at his partnership with Moneymaker being used against him.

Justin smiles, over the initial shock. He confidently puffs out his spectacular chest, “It’s okay, Cody. I don’t need saving from this guy.”

I shake my head, “Don’t fall for it, JC. I know you’re interested in wrestling twinks, but see that very not-twink guy way over there?” I point at Miguel aka Moneymaker, a powerful 6’2" / 220-lbs muscleman. “Val never travels alone. Wrestle one and you wrestle both. Usually at the same time.”

Val bristles, “Are you saying that I can’t beat this little muscle bitch on my own?”

Before I can answer, the chiseled muscleboy asks, “Did you just call me a bitch?” Justin's fists tighten as he steps toward Valet. “Say it again.”

I hold up my hands, “Guys, settle down. We only fight on camera when we’re getting paid.” I send Justin away to run moves with my boyfriend Jae. Val tries to escape, but I grab his shoulder and squeeze. “Wait.” He crosses his arms over his chest, silently scowling at me.

I’m protective of Justin. The muscular fireplug is strong and eager, but he’s a sweet rookie. He’s internet-famous as a sexy cosplayer. His first match attracted a lot of attention and drew a new audience to The Cave: male and female cosplay fans who have suddenly discovered a cosplay wrestling video company. The kid’s a potential gold mine for us and I’m not having him chased away.

However, there is opportunity in a match here, as long as it’s done right. I say, “Val, I’d be willing to set up a match between you and Justin.”

Valet smirks, “Really?” He tilts his head, “What’s the catch?”

“No catch. I just want it to be fun and fair. Justin’s a rookie with barely any wrestling experience. You don’t need help to take him on.”

“Glad you admit that. But I get where this is going, no Moneymaker interference during the match.”

I shake my head, “No Moneymaker at all. No Miguel in any identity in any way, shape, form, or location. If he interferes, I’m going to have Ry and Pete drop their cameras and crush you both. And they’ll do it. Ry wants Justin in The Cave as much as I do. And Pete loves Justin and doesn’t like you guys. At all. I’m probably the only person he likes less than you guys.”

The devious twink heel frowns. Ry and Pete combined are 550-lbs of very skilled power. I could threaten to fire him and Miguel, but that’d just cut off my nose to spite my face. They make us money, too. The threat of physical destruction and humiliation is a much more effective deterrent. With no choice, he looks Justin up and down. Deciding he’s worth it, Val agrees.

“Fine, Cody, have it your way. Us smaller guys have to level the field against the muscle around here any way we can. You let your buddy Winston do whatever he wants, before, during, and after matches. He cheats constantly, but I’m the problem child. It’s bullshit.”

I lean forward, “I know you’re looking at this as a challenge, like something you can work around. Maybe you can, so let me say it this way: if anyone - anyone - does anything to drive this guy away, we will humiliate and hurt you. No one else. Just you. Got it?”

Val rolls his eyes, “I said I get it. Fuck. I don’t need any tricks to beat that muscleboy moron.”

“Good boy. Remember, fun and fair.”

Even though I know it’s not genuinely settled, I move on. Valerio will try something sneaky. I just hope I’ve convinced him not to go too far. I decide to head over to see Justin. I offer the match and he’s all-in immediately.

BEFORE THE MATCH.

“Justin! I was looking for you. Uh, what’s all this?”

We’re in the ring area. Justin is looking stunning in his Silver Herald gear - shirtless in silver tights, boots, and eye mask. He’s hanging gold and silver ropes and shiny handcuffs in the corners. He should be in his locker room getting changed and pumped.

“Val and I talked. He apologized for being such an asshole.” Uh oh. Justin continues, “We had drinks and a great talk about the match. Funny thing, we share a lot of kinks. He loved my match against Toyboy. And he’s into bondage, too. We decided to bring some of that into our match. Whoever gets control can use some of this stuff. Gold for him, silver for me.”

“Uh huh. Okay.”

“Luckily, I had all this from past play. Like, the soft gold ropes and cuffs were gold kryptonite for a guy who wanted to play with me as Superboy. It’s kind of a deep cut, but -”

I interrupt, hoping to get to the point, “I’m good. I know what gold kryptonite does. Takes away your powers without all the ‘I’m dying’ stuff. So, you’re cool with this?”

“Are you kidding, Cody? Superhero bondage is my passion. And it’s paying my bills. Some Cave fans have already found my fans’ page. Ka-ching. I love this stuff. I can go both ways, so whatever happens, happens. I’m excited to tie that little twink up. Or be tied up. Either way. And all my new and old fans will be excited for it, too.”

I shrug, "Okay, if that’s what you want.”

“Oh, and his friend Miguel will be at ringside.”

“No, he won’t. I banned him.”

“Oh yeah, Val told me, but I said it would be okay.” I frown, but Justin begs, “Please? I don’t want to go back on it now.” I sigh and relent. Justin smiles, “Thanks. It adds to the drama. And that muscle beast is so fucking gorgeous, so having him for stakes will be hot. You know, I wouldn’t mind facing him one day. I know I’d get squashed, but it’d be worth it.”

“That day might be today if you’re not careful.”

“No, no. It’s cool, Cody. He’s not going to interfere in the match or stakes. But, get this, if I win, I’m going to make him worship me while I fuck Val’s tight ass. And I think the threat that he might interfere during the match will be hot for fans.”

I decide not to argue. I ask, “During your play sessions, what’s your safe word?”

“It’s ‘red’. Why?”

“Just curious. I’ll let Pete and Ry know.”

IN VALET’S LOCKER ROOM.

“Hey, Cody.”

“Miguel.” I turn to the lightweight who’s wrestling today, “Val. You about ready?”

The twink heel smirks, “Did Justin tell you I apologized? Turns out, he’s a great guy. Nothing like Xaq. And he loves bondage. We thought we might bring some of that into our match. And he really wanted Moneymaker ringside. I told him ‘no’, but he insisted. So, that’s happening.”

Val looks so fucking smug. I ignore it. “I know.” He looks disappointed that I’m not surprised or upset. My turn to smirk, “Justin’s safe word is ‘red’.”

“Why would he need a safe word for a wrestling match?”

I shrug, “He shouldn’t. But if he does, it activates Pete and Ry.”

Val grins, “Still don’t trust me?”

“Not true. I trust your instincts for self-preservation.” I look over at Miguel. “Hair’s coming in nicely. Bald didn’t really suit you.” The big muscleman growls as I remind him of his biggest humiliation, Red Marvel shaving his head. Message sent. Message received. “Silver Herald’s going in first. Be at the curtain in five minutes.”

The twink heel growls, “I’ll be ready.”

ROUND ONE.

DING! DING! DING!

Introductions went great. Lots of sexy flexing from Silver Herald. Lots of snarling and menacing glares from Valet with Moneymaker towering behind him. The big muscleman is out of the ring, but lurking close by. Justin is right about one thing. Having him ringside does add to the suspense. The two studs close in and silently stare each other down, circling around.

I like the contrast. Cute muscleboy hero and good looking twink heel.

Val stops and they stand chest to chest. “So, you’re the new muscle jobber.”

“I’m no jobber. I could beat a twink like you with one hand tied behind my back.”

“Begging me to tie you up already, muscleboy? No, no, no. I want to break you at full strength.”

Silver Herald rolls his eyes, “It’s just an expression. I’m definitely gonna use both of these.” The hero strikes a double bicep pose.

“Oh, yeah. I normally hate getting Toyboy’s sloppy seconds, but you’re too luscious to pass up. I love the sounds of your whimpering.” On cue, Moneymaker holds up his phone. The empty arena echoes and amplifies the sounds of Silver Herald crying out as Toyboy tortured him. “Makes me hard.” He rubs his bulge against the rookie’s. “Makes you hard, too, muscle bitch.”

Silver Herald steps back and lowers his arms. He looks down at his pouch. Valet is right. The bulge in the hero’s silver tights is larger as the sounds of his suffering fill the ring. The heel takes advantage of the rookie mistake. He reaches out fast, grabbing hold of the swelling silver package. ARGH! A firm claw has the muscular stud crying out and his knees buckling.

Valet grabs the ripped rookie around the throat as he twists on the ample manhood. Silver Herald reaches down. He tries to pry the fingers off. Bad strategy. He should just club the heartless heel in the head. Valet holds tight. He pushes back, forcing the more powerful stud to stumble backward into the corner. CLANG! I wonder if Silver Herald is ready for this.

The devious twink takes his hand off Silver Herald’s neck. He slaps the helpless hero across the face. WHAP! The mocking strike gets the rookie hero’s anger up. He ignores the pain down below and responds with a slap that nearly takes the twink’s head off. SMACK! Valet loses the claw and falls sideways. He grabs the top rope for support. The hero massages his bulge.

Both men push out and stand up at the same time. Valet tries a surprise kick, but Silver Herald has learned something. Never let your guard down. He grabs hold of the shiny gold boot. They stare at each other for a moment. Valet leaps up, swinging his other leg around, but the hero instinctively gets an arm up and blocks it. THUD! The heel falls face first to the canvas. SPLAT!

Silver Herald unleashes a series of big silver boots to the heel’s lean body. STOMP! STOMP! STOMP! The twink rolls under the bottom rope to escape. Outside the ring, Moneymaker comforts his partner. In the ring, the muscleboy is feeling good. He’s bouncing and shadow boxing. Cute. Valet and Moneymaker confer and then the lightweight slides into the ring.

The hero moves in quickly. Too quickly. Valet correctly anticipates the aggression and swings his legs around. Silver Herald trips and falls onto the middle rope. WHOA! BOING! Before he can move, Valet is on him. The twink heel jumps on his back and wraps his lean legs around his prey and the middle rope. Valet locks his ankles underneath Silver Herald as the twink hangs over the top rope.

Valet reaches over and grabs the middle rope to lock himself in place. He bounces, using the middle rope to choke the helpless hero. Despite his power, Silver Herald can’t figure out how to escape. As he kneels there, his chiseled arms flail and his boots kick up and down. He gags and groans, his masked face turning red. The twink heel lets go and slides off.

Silver Herald hangs on, trying to gather himself. Unfortunately for him, the lightweight heel isn’t waiting. He runs back into the opposite ropes, bounces off, and runs in. He moves to the left of Silver Herald, leaping through the top and middle rope and using them to swing his boots around into the ripped rookie’s handsome face. WHACK! The kick sends the hero flying back.

The ripped rookie lies sprawled out on the canvas, legs bent awkwardly underneath him, and arms spread out wide. He looks out of it. Valet confidently circles. He points at me in the back shadows, “Told you I didn’t need help.” The twink heel grabs a handful of Silver Herald’s hair and forces him up to his knees. He comes in behind and slaps on a rear naked choke.

Valet mocks, “Ready to go out? Not that you have a choice, Sleepy Herald.”

As the choke tightens, Silver Herald starts fighting. He instinctively grabs at the arm around his neck. His chiseled arms flex as he tries to pry open the choke. He’s more powerful, but Valet has the hold cinched in. The muscleboy starts fighting harder with his whole body. The twink spreads his legs and fights to control him. The hero is gasping, increasing his desperation.

Silver Herald is shifting and twisting side-to-side. He’s got too much power for Valet to control him. But, he’s not escaping. The veins in the hero’s powerful arms pop as he keeps the villainous twink from getting a perfect sleeper. The ripped rookie manages to stand up. The lightweight heel jumps up onto his back, wrapping his legs around his opponent for support.

The sleeper isn’t putting him out, but the muscular hero is struggling. His face is red and he’s grunting. He bends forward quickly, trying to throw Valet off, but the smaller stud holds on tight. Silver Herald keeps his hands on the villain’s lean but strong arms, maybe afraid that Valet will correctly lock on the rear naked choke if he moves them; He’s probably right.

The struggle continues until Silver Herald turns and runs back into the corner. CLANG! Valet is sandwiched between the immovable turnbuckle and the irresistible muscle hunk. The force stuns Valet enough for the hero to pull the arms from around his neck. He stumbles out of the corner and collapses against the ropes, using the top one for support. He coughs and rubs his thick neck.

Valet runs to the opposite ropes, using them to propel him forward. He leaps up to cross body block Silver Herald. The ripped rookie reacts, showing some skill as he bends lower and flips the lightweight heel over the top rope with a crude back body drop. The villain manages to grab the top rope on his way over and flip his legs, landing feet first on the ring apron.

The muscular hero doesn’t realize the villainous twink is right behind him, standing outside the ropes. Valet fires off a vicious rabbit punch. WHACK! The blow stuns the unprepared rookie. He starts to fall forward, but the clever heel reaches over the top rope and grabs the back of the silver tights. With the ropes to support him, Valet is able to keep the hero upright within reach.

“No way, muscleboy. You’re going out one way or another.”

Valet stands on the bottom rope and leans over. He grabs a handful of hair, pulling Silver Herald against the top rope. The villain forces the hero’s thick arms over and behind the top rope. The stunned stud rests, sitting his bubble butt on the middle one, seemingly unaware how much trouble he’s in. I know that rookies have to learn the hard way, but I hate to see it.

As the babyface hero hangs against the ropes, he doesn’t notice Moneymaker tossing Valet a gold rope. The twink heel drops to the floor and skillfully ties the right silver boot to the bottom rope. WHAT? Silver Herald tries to kick it, focusing on his bound leg. That allows Valet to bind the left leg, too. HEY! The villain reaches up and pulls Silver Herald’s tights down to his knees, revealing the sexy stud’s silver thong and perfect white bubble butt.

Valet climbs onto the ring apron again. Silver Herald struggles, almost falling forward, but Valet manages to steady his opponent with an arm around his waist. “Careful, muscleboy. It’s not time for a face plant, yet.” The ripped rookie is frozen, trying to work out the angles. Valet has all the time he needs to reach his arm out and around the front of the hero’s neck.

The villainous twink pulls the helpless hero back into a dragon sleeper over the top rope. URK! He leans back and Silver Herald’s arms start flailing wildly. The muscle hunk’s pecs are high, his packed silver pouch thrust out, and his abs are taut as he’s bent backward. With his boots bound to the bottom rope, his boyish bodybuilder body is stretched out and on full display.

Valet lifts his gold boot onto the middle rope, pushing it out as he pulls down. AH! Silver Herald is whimpering. He tries to reach back, but his mighty arms are useless. He can’t reach Valet’s head; he’s only able to slap ineffectually at the twink’s shoulder. The heel could knock him out fast, but he pauses to feel up the incredible heaving pecs. I get that. They are gorgeous.

“Man, you are built, muscleboy. How’s it feel? All those hours at the gym just to become a skinny boy’s bitch.” Valet tweaks a nipple and Silver Herald thrashes. “Yeah, keep fighting until the end, muscleboy. Entertain me. Prove you’re not totally useless.”

Silver Herald whimpers, “Please! Don’t knock me out. Please?”

“Fuck, begging already. Good little jobber bitch.” Valet locks his hands under the hero, getting into position to really end this. “I was gonna play with you a little longer, but you almost submitted there. Can’t allow that. At least there’s a second fall for me to really play.”

The ripped rookie suddenly realizes that he can end this without going out. He cries out, “Okay, okay! I SUB- ACK!”

Too late. Valet pulls down and squeezes harder. Silver Herald goes limp. His arms fall down, dangling like wet noodles and his whimpering stops. The victorious villain lets go. The unconscious muscleboy flies forward, doing the face plant Valet promised. SPLAT! The twink heel drops down and unties the silver ankles. He finishes stripping the silver tights.

Valet slithers into the ring. He stands over his prey’s unconscious body, wrapping the silver tights around his neck like a scarf. The smirking twink admires the sleeping muscle stud’s perfectly smooth and round bare butt. He just stares at it, licking his lips. The heel skulks forward and mounts Silver Herald’s broad back, facing the entrancing ass.

Valet fondles the flawless white mounds lovingly, “Now this IS your best feature, muscleboy. Tights? What were you thinking?”

The victorious villain unleashes a series of hard slaps to the smooth white cheeks, tanning them with a humiliating spanking. The blows finally wake the hero up. He cries out as he realizes where he is and what’s happening. Silver Herald’s gyrations throw Valet off, but the smirking villain smoothly rolls away. He nods at the red butt, enjoying his handiwork.

“Get up, muscleboy. Crawl to your corner. NOW!”

Silver Herald is still groggy. He slowly climbs onto all fours. As he crawls to his corner, Valet lifts his gold boot to push on the hero’s tanned bubble butt. SPLAT! The defeated muscle hunk falls on his face. He gets back up and resumes his humiliating crawl. The twink pushes on his butt again, toppling him forward once more. SPLAT! On the third try, the hero finally makes it.

Valet follows him and stands over him flexing. “Like the view, muscleboy? Thanks for working so hard to build that body. I’m gonna love owning it.”

The arrogant twink finally moves to his corner where a smiling Moneymaker waits for him. I start the clock. Five minutes until round two.

ROUND TWO.

Throughout the break, Valet mocks the gorgeous muscleboy. Degrades him. Calls him weak. Stupid. A muscleboy moron. Silver Herald ignores it at first. After all, he got knocked out pretty easily. But I can see that he’s getting more and more frustrated by the ruthless taunting.

Valet casually swings the silver tights, “Boy, you got pantsed like the pathetic muscleboy jobber that you are. You got nothing.”

Silver Herald flexes, “Fuck you! I got more than you’ll ever have!”

“Yeah, what good did those do you?” The twink heel moves across the ring. The hero backs up. “Just like I thought. A coward. Afraid I’ll beat you up?”

The ripped rookie finds his feet and moves in to meet the challenge.

“C’mon, muscleboy bitch. Show me what I’m winning. I can’t hurt you until the bell rings.” As a challenge, Valet flexes his lean, but chiseled muscles. “See, I’m doing it. I’m no coward. Now, you flex, boy.”

The hero has no choice but to meet the challenge. He lifts his arms and strikes a double bicep flex. Gorgeous in his shiny silver thong. Valet smirks, “Good boy. Taking orders comes naturally to you, doesn’t it?”

The ripped rookie pauses, but he does run through a series of sexy poses. When he turns to show off his back, his bare ass tightens. The devious villain whistles and lightly spanks the flexed cheek. TAP! “Yeah, that’s the stuff, muscleboy.”

Silver Herald turns to face him, arms high and tight “Keep dreaming. You’ll never get my ass.”

Valet reaches out and worships the chiseled physique. The clock is winding down, so the hero lowers his arms, but Valet pushes them back up. “I didn’t tell you that you could stop, boy.” I stand up to ring the bell. I wave to catch Silver Herald’s attention. I match his pose and then move sharply to my left. He subtly nods. Hopefully he understood it.

We’ll see in three … two … one …

DING! DING! DING!

Silver Herald is ready. He moves faster than Valet, who didn’t expect the ripped rookie to attack. Using his raised arms as an advantage, he swings his right arm, slamming it into the right side of the lightweight villain’s head. WHACK! As the twink heel turns, he moves directly into the path of the muscleboy’s swinging left bicep. Valet hits the bulging boulder of a muscle with his face. CRACK! UNH!

The nasty twink wobbles on his feet. Silver Herald manages to use the advantage to lock on a tight headlock. Okay, now he’s on his own. I look around and no one noticed my signal. The cameras and Moneymaker were too focused on the ring. I smile proudly as I take my seat.

The power of the magnificent muscleboy is on full display. With those arms, a headlock is practically a submission hold. He drags the lightweight villain around the ring, keeping him off-balance and not letting him get any counter started. Silver Herald stops and then hip tosses the twink heel over, coming down with his 180-lbs of muscle landing on top of him. BAM! OOF!

Silver Herald releases Valet’s head and leaps to his feet. He jumps up and splashes down on the teen villain. SPLAT! As he rises, the hunky hero grabs a handful of hair, pulling Valet to a seated position. He kicks him between the shoulder blades. STOMP! The twink heel cries out and rolls to his feet only to get a big clothesline that nearly takes off his head. WHACK!

Valet flips all the way over, landing hard on his face and chest. BOOM! Silver Herald is moving fast, running through the moves he’s learned. Power, power, power. He drags the dazed and shocked twink up to his feet. He lifts him up across his shoulders into a torture rack. I taught him this as a potential finisher. The hero has it locked on well as he circles the ring.

The suffering villain moans as he’s bounced on the broad shoulders. Outside the ring, Moneymaker looks agitated. Silver Herald sees him. He stops moving. C’mon, kid, don’t get distracted. The key is to keep the pressure on the hold. Instead, he stares down the bigger muscle beast outside the ring. Moneymaker moves to the apron, thinking about going in.

“Back it up, daddy. Your boy’s about to submit and then you can have him.” Moneymaker backs up, hands raised. “Good daddy. I guess taking orders comes naturally to you, too.” The bigger muscleman smiles, “You think that’s funny?”

I see what’s got the big muscleman smiling. Silver Herald hasn’t been keeping the pressure up. Valet suddenly whips is hand up and rakes the ripped rookie’s eyes. SCRATCH! ARGH! The hero drops him and stumbles away, holding his face. He falls against the ropes, hanging onto the top one. Unfortunately, he’s standing right above Moneymaker.

The big muscleman reaches up. He grabs Silver Herald behind the head and pulls down. The helpless hero gags and flails. Moneymaker lets go. The top rope flies up, slingshotting the ripped rookie backward into a big boot to the back from Valet! STOMP! The hero twists and falls to the ring, landing on his front. SPLAT!

Moneymaker growls, “Watch your mouth next time, bitch.”

I hate to admit it, but the big muscleman is right. The hero poked the bear and now he’s suffering for it. Valet unleashes his gold right boot on the ripped rookie’s broad back. STOMP! STOMP! STOMP! Those thick muscles will be tough to break. STOMP! STOMP! STOMP! The devious villain drags the muscleboy up by his hair and chin.

Valet looks down at the handsome face, “Can you see me yet, boy? I’m about to kick your ass. And then I’ll own it.”

Silver Herald responds with a big fist to the gut. He scoops the coughing villain up and across his chest. He growls, “All I can see is a mouthy bitch about to get bodyslammed!” Sure enough, he turns and slams the twink heel down with authority. BOOM! Valet bounces from the impact, a demonstration of the ripped rookie’s power and potential. Now, he needs to close the deal.

Without hesitating, the hero leaps up and comes down with a big knee to Valet’s abs. THUD! OOF! As the twink heel coughs up a lung, Silver Herald forces him onto his stomach. He leaps up and splashes onto the suffering villain’s back. SPLAT! He jumps up quickly and comes down with a big elbow to the back. THUMP! Go Silver Herald! He adds fists, all targeting the lower back. POW! POW! POW! Good boy, target one area.

The ripped rookie is clearly getting into dominating now. He drags the lightweight villain up, scoping him up for another bodyslam? No, he decides to try an over-the-knee backbreaker. KRAKT! Valet cries out. Silver Herald keeps hold and easily powers the 150-lbs heel up for another. KRAKT! And, for a third one! KRAKT! This time, the hero pushes the villain off.

Valet writhes on the canvas, moaning in pain and reaching for his aching back. Silver Herald attacks the injured back with his big shiny silver boots. STOMP! STOMP! STOMP! The villain tries to crawl away, but the hero grabs the back of his gold trunks. He pulls on them, which reveals a little of the twink’s smooth white ass. The hero laughs, “Not bad. For a skinny guy.”

Silver Herald pulls Valet up into a reverse bearhug. He crushes the twink’s trim torso before lifting him up and over with a belly-to-back suplex. BOOM! The villain collapses on impact. The ripped rookie rolls over and climbs on top. He goes for the pin, but just by lying on the lightweight and no leg hook. The rookie remembers to hit the mat as he counts.

SLAP! ONE!

SLAP! TWO!

Valet gets a shoulder up. The ripped rookie doesn’t get frustrated. Good boy. He drags the lightweight villain up by the wrist and then whips him into the corner. Valet hits hard on his back. CLANG! He bounces out only to be met by a charging hero. WHOMP! CLANG! The twink heel sags, his face falling against the muscleboy’s broad shoulder.

Silver Herald reaches past the villain and grabs the silver handcuffs. He forces the smaller stud’s wrists together. Valet starts to fight, but it’s too late. The hero has clearly bound some struggling guys with handcuffs before. Fun guy. He easily locks the wrists together behind the heel’s back. The ripped rookie pushes Valet backward against the turnbuckles.

“Submit now or later?”

“Fuck you!”

The twink villain tries to kick, but the muscular hero sees it coming. He blocks it and then spins the heel around. Silver Herald easily racks his 150-lbs opponent over his shoulders again. Valet cries out. ARGH! “Can’t rake my eyes when you’re cuffed!” That’s true. Moneymaker moves back to the apron, but I wave my hands to catch his eye. He looks at me and I wave a red cloth. He frowns and backs up. If Silver Herald engages him, that’s one thing, but not like this.

Silver Herald stays focused on the twink moaning on his shoulders. He starts doing squat jumps. Up and down. PLOP! UNH! Each time he lands, it jars the lightweight heel and sends shockwaves of pain through him. Valet tries kicking his legs, but the hero is way too strong and determined. He really cranks on the hold and Valet screams in pain. It’s too much for him.

“ALL RIGHT! I GIVE! LEMME GO!”

The hero eases up. He walks to the ropes where Moneymaker is standing. Putting his back to the ropes, he drops the twink villain into the big muscleman’s waiting arms. What a nice guy. I would’ve dropped the little punk on his head and claimed that I forgot he couldn’t break his fall. And I’m sure that’s what either of the villains would’ve done, too.

Free of the heel, Silver Herald jumps around and celebrates. He pumps his fists and does several laps. I need to remind him that it’s one fall. However, it is his first win of any kind in The Cave, so that’s cool. I’m happy he’s having fun. And that Ry and Pete are capturing this sexy muscleboy running and jumping around in his silver thong from all angles. Gorgeous.

Once Moneymaker unlocks the cuffs, I start the five-minute clock and head toward the ring.

ROUND THREE.

Silver Herald calls over, “I notice you’re not looking so cocky now, Valet.”

Break time is winding down. In one corner, the hero’s muscles are pumped, his chest standing out, and his silver thong pouch full. He looks stunning in just his silver thong, boots, and mask, but his confidence is even sexier. Across the ring, Valet looks deflated. Less confident. Losing a fall to a rookie, even if he’s a muscular hunk like Silver Herald, is not what he expected today.

The villain moves to the middle of the ring. He admits, “Yeah, you got me, muscleboy. I’m impressed. You earned the win. And my respect.” Valet raises his hands, “For real.”

“Really?” A surprised Silver Herald moves in to meet him.

Valet circles his opponent, “And damn, you really know how to rock a thong.” Silver Herald turns his head to keep his eyes on his opponent. Smart rookie. Don’t turn your back on him. Don’t trust him. Valet asks with a smile, “Before the bell rings and we have to act like enemies again, can I congratulate you? First time you win a fall in The Cave is a big deal.”

Silver Herald is surprised, but proud to be viewed as an equal. When the devious twink reaches out his hand, the hero accepts the friendly offering. I tense, doubting Valet’s sincerity. I notice that the muscleboy’s eyes are focused on Valet’s smiling face instead of the clock. He wouldn’t even see me. Ugh, gullible rookies drive me crazy. The counter hits zero as they lock hands.

I have to strike the bell three times.

DING! DING! DING!

Valet’s boot swings up between the ripped rookie’s legs as soon as the bell strikes for the third time. Damn it! Oh. Wait. Silver Herald closes his legs up immediately, blocking the move by trapping the leg between his chiseled legs. The twink villain stands on one foot, his gold boot locked up tight in a standing scissors. The two young studs stare each other down.

The hero smiles, “Guess I’m not such a musclebitch moron after all.”

Valet smiles back, “Guess not.”

With a lightning-fast strike, the lightweight heel reaches out and pinches the hero’s nipples. He twists them hard. OW! The hero grunts and grabs the wrists. Silver Herald’s legs part enough for Valet to free his leg. It drops, but he immediately swings it up again, this time hitting paydirt. The gold leather boot slams into the hero’s silver-wrapped balls. SQUISH! AH FUCK!

Valet lets go of the nipples. Silver Herald’s eyes bug out and start to water. The muscleboy bends forward, sticking his bare ass back as pain radiates through his gorgeous body. He can’t form words, gurgling with his tongue out. The lightweight heel lifts his knee into the hero’s face. WHACK! The muscleboy flies up to standing, stumbling backward two steps.

The twink heel snarls, “Now you’re gonna pay for round two.”

Valet delivers a stinging slap across the handsome hero’s cheek. SMACK! Silver Herald turns from the force. He turns back, his hands in fists and his chiseled muscles tensed. The adorable young hero’s face is red. Not from the slap. He looks furious. Veins are popping in his neck. The villain recognizes the rookie’s rage. He tries another low blow, but the hero blocks it.

The rejuvenated Silver Herald grabs Valet around the throat. He pushes the lightweight heel back into the corner, easily overpowering him. CLANG! Silver Herald chokes the villain with one hand. He fires off a gut punch with the other. THUD! OOF! In desperation, Valet kicks his boot up a third time. SQUISH! Oh no, the ripped rookie’s rally is over. The rotten little punk grabs Silver Herald by the hair and pulls him into a front facelock.

The hero brings his hands from his manhood to Valet’s lean body, but the villain isn’t giving him a chance to counter. He roughly spins them 180-degrees. The twink villain slaps the ripped rookie’s broad, muscular back and then he pulls the hero down, driving his head into the canvas with a DDT. SMACK! KRAKT! The hero’s powerful body twitches, convulses and then goes limp.

The twink heel smirks, “Not bad, bitch. You made this a match. But now, it’s time for brains to break brawn. I own you.”

Valet smoothly slithers on top of the unmoving muscle stud, sitting on the back of the hero’s head with his shins over Silver Herald’s arms. He looks down the chiseled physique. Rippling back muscles shaped in a perfect V. It is beautiful, especially with just a silver thong on, leaving nothing to the imagination. The villain grabs a handful of the hero’s ass cheeks. The mountainous mounds of muscle have Valet literally licking his lips in anticipation.

“You might not be as stupid as I thought, but it doesn’t matter. With an ass like this, you don’t need a single working brain cell. This is all you need to be my sexy muscleboy bitch right here.”

Valet looks over to his partner in crime. Moneymaker is watching on, twirling a pair of gold handcuffs around his thick index finger and holding up a piece of gold rope in his other hand. The heel points at the cuffs. The big muscleman tosses them in. The twink heel locks the cuff on the hero’s limp left wrist, pulling it to the center of the stunned muscle stud’s lower back.

“All right, muscleboy bitch, playtime. Let’s see you back up your big talk. One arm, trapped behind your back.”

Valet pulls up the thong strap and locks the other cuff around the waistband on the right side of the strap wedged deep in the mountainous ass. I get it. He couldn’t easily get rope around the hero’s waist. But this works. The ripped rookie won’t be able to move his left arm very far without pulling the thong with him. That’ll cause a painful chain reaction on his tender balls.

The twink heel could roll the hero over and go for a pin, but that’s not his style. The villain likes to play with his food. He stands up and circles Silver Herald. Valet stops. He lifts his boot, attacking the broad back. STOMP! STOMP! STOMP! The hero moans as the boots wake him up. Valet unleashes a series of gold boots to the trapped arm. STOMP! STOMP! STOMP!

The ripped rookie starts to move. Partly bouncing from the impact of the boots. STOMP! STOMP! STOMP! But also, because he’s waking up. His legs shift and he moans. Silver Herald’s thick back muscles absorb the boots. STOMP! STOMP! STOMP! It’ll take a lot to break it down, but I guess every little bit helps. STOMP! STOMP! STOMP!

The hero instinctively moves his left arm as he tries to rise. It pulls on the thong. Silver Herald cries out, “WHAT?” He grunts and pulls harder, not yet realizing what the villain did to him. STOMP! STOMP! STOMP! He pulls against it and his thong stretches, but doesn’t give. He whimpers as he crushes his own balls by pulling too hard. STOMP! STOMP! STOMP!

Valet taunts, “Did you think I’d forget the whole one arm tied behind your back thing?”

The hero grunts, “C’mon! It’s just an expression!”

The muscleboy rolls to his right and onto his back. With his arm trapped under him, Silver Herald’s hips are raised. He locks eyes with the lightweight heel. Valet paused the stomp show while they talked. He looks down with a big smile as the sculpted musclestud struggles to figure out an escape path. The villain lifts his gold right boot, holding it aloft and aiming it at the ripped rookie’s thong pouch.

The muscleboy begs, “Don’t! Please don’t!” The gold boot hovers. “Please?”

“Okay. Since you begged like a perfect muscleboy bitch.”

The boot comes down, slamming into the muscle hunk’s flat pelvis instead. STOMP! OOF! Valet attacks the helpless hero’s sculpted Apollo’s belt. STOMP! STOMP! STOMP! Silver Herald cries out as his hips are driven down onto his trapped left hand. He tries to roll to the right, but that’s right where the villain is standing. A boot to the left shoulder stops that. STOMP!

With the suffering muscle stud back on his back, Valet plants a boot on the sculpted abs. UNH! He steps over the helpless hero, using him as a doormat while he crosses over to the left side. Valet attacks the thick, round left shoulder and bicep. STOMP! STOMP! STOMP! Silver Herald cries out as his upper arm is ruthlessly assaulted. STOMP! STOMP! STOMP!

“I’m gonna just have to wreck all these pretty muscles on you, bitch.”

Valet drops down, driving his knee onto the thick left shoulder. THUD! He rises and then drops again, this time with his knee on the bulging left bicep. THUD! Silver Herald cries out. The cruel twink digs his knuckles into the bound arm, earning whimpering, moaning, and a futile struggle from the helpless muscleboy. Valet rises then goes back to boots. STOMP! STOMP! STOMP!

The hero’s thick muscles are rock-hard, but how much of this can he take? STOMP! STOMP! STOMP! With Valet standing on the muscleboy’s left side, the ripped rookie figures out that he can roll that way. He suddenly pushes up and over, throwing his 180-lbs of muscle at the villain’s plant leg. The impact trips the twink. WHACK! WHOA! He falls awkwardly, landing on his hip and elbow. PLOP! CRACK!

Silver Herald rolls all the way to the ropes. He maneuvers his head under the bottom rope. Uh oh. Moneymaker is moving around from the other side of the ring. As he gets closer, Pete moves around the hero, capturing footage of his beautiful bound body, but he also gets between the muscleman and the rookie. Moneymaker backs off, wanting no part of the big cameraman.

Wow, Pete actually did something useful? First time for everything.

As the hero tries to get under the bottom rope, Valet grabs hold of a silver boot. “Oh no, you don’t!” The lightweight heel leans backward. He drags the muscleboy along the canvas, aided by a layer of sweat and Silver Herald only having one good hand. The hero grabs the bottom rope, but the twink villain doesn’t care. He’s got his prey back in the ring where he wants him.

Valet casually spins around, using his hold on the silver boot to smoothly apply a single leg crab. He mocks, “I broke down your left arm and shoulder pretty good. Your abs. But you flipped over before I was finished with your back.” He sits down and pulls back, really torturing the sculpted musclestud. Silver Herald groans and pounds the canvas with his free hand. THUMP! THUMP! THUMP!

“Is that a tap?”

“NO!”

“Good boy.”

Of course, the twink villain can’t resist reaching down and grabbing a handful of the hero’s silver-wrapped manhood. He claws the pouch, causing the muscleboy to scream out in high-pitched cries. When Valet adds a twist, Silver Herald thrashes wildly. OW! NO! In this case, the move helps the hero, because his violent reaction actually throws the smaller stud off.

The musclehunk hero rolls three times. He gets to right hand and knees. It’s a struggle for him to rise, because of both the beating and the bondage. The lightweight heel saunters forward, completely confident in his dominant position. Silver Herald reaches for the ropes to climb up, but Valet is there. He kicks the hand away. WHACK! Valet steps in front, grabbing a handful of hair. He forces the kneeling hero to look up at him.

“If you want to get up, climb me. Climb a real man, you prettyboy musclebitch.”

Silver Herald pauses, but he places his free hand on Valet’s hip. He lifts one knee, planting his left boot firmly. The lightweight villain mocks him by flexing his front of his face. The hero looks up and takes it in. He bows his head, which the twink heel takes as an act of submission. The little punk laughs, “If you want to go back down and kiss my boots, that works, too.”

Silver Herald seductively slides his hand up Valet’s smooth torso. It moves slowly over the flat stomach before settling on the left pec. The devious villain stops flexing, putting his hands on his hips. He smirks as he watches the humiliating display. The one-armed muscleboy moves his hand sideways, grabbing onto Valet’s bicep. He slides his hand to Valet’s shoulder.

With a grunt, the helpless hero pulls himself up, standing in front of the cocky punk. Valet grabs Silver Herald by the chin, “See, that wasn’t so hard.” The muscleboy shakes his head, freeing it from the soft grip. He backs up a step. They lock eyes. The hero suddenly charges for a shoulder block, but Valet dodges it easily. Silver Herald stumbles past into the ropes, which he uses for support.

The lightweight villain leaps up as Silver Herald turns to confront him. Valet hits a beautiful standing dropkick to the slumping hero’s handsome face. KRAKT! Silver Herald’s head bounces back. He falls against the ropes only to be sent forward from the tension. The muscleboy stumbles forward right into a rising Valet’s lowered shoulder. THUD! OOF! Silver Herald bends forward. The twink heel stands up.

Valet grabs Silver Herald by the hair, forcing him upright. The villain grabs the hero around the waist, holding him in a bearhug. With the hero’s arm locked to the back of his thong, a bearhug won’t work. However, that’s not the twink heel’s plan. He squats, lifts, and flips Silver Herald over with a belly-to-belly suplex. BOOM! The hero lands hard on his back, also catching his trapped arm. The cocky punk rises and flexes as the chiseled muscleboy writhes in pain.

Silver Herald rolls over. Valet watches the sexy hunk struggle to rise, staying behind him. The nasty punk says, “Here, let me help you out.” Uh oh. This won’t be good. The devious villain dives in and grabs the thong. He starts to strip off the muscleboy’s skimpy silver spandex, getting it down to Silver Herald’s knees. The confused hero lets him work, even lifting the right leg up. Valet fishes the silver spandex strap to the right ankle.

Unfortunately, the twink heel stops, leaving the hero standing like a flamingo with one leg up and bent. Silver Herald has to grab the top rope with his free hand for balance. Valet rises, his evil plan a perfect success. The muscleboy is frozen in place. He looks at his leg, back to his boot, trying to figure out the angles to escape. Good luck. Valet circles in front of him.

The supremely confident heel has free reign. He fluffs underneath the helpless hero’s balls, weighing them in his hand. He gently jerks the beautiful cut cock, watching it swell and stand out, saluting the heel. The devious villain runs his finger up the six-pack abs, tracing them as he licks his lips. He grips the perfect heaving pecs with both hands before leaning in for a kiss.

When Valet pulls back, he says, “God, you’re gorgeous.”

Silver Herald shyly replies, “Thanks.”

“Did you just say thanks? I love how polite you are, boy.” Valet smiles, “But while I appreciate the gratitude, I prefer hearing you crying out ‘please’.”

The hero suddenly lets go of the top rope. He swings his free arm in a clubbing motion, but it misses by a mile. Valet charges forward into the wobbly hero with his shoulder leading. WHOMP! Silver Herald topples to the canvas in a weird mess of a position, with his left wrist bound behind him to his right ankle. SPLAT! Valet arrogantly towers over him.

Silver Herald struggles to free his ankle, but the spandex isn’t cooperating. Valet casually grabs a length of gold rope from the corner and kneels beside his prey’s head. He grabs a handful of hair. He forces the helpless hero up to sitting which is really awkward. The poor hero is sitting on his bare ass, junk exposed, right knee sticking out sideways, left wrist trapped under his left leg, bound to his right ankle by spandex and gold handcuffs. It’s like the world’s worst yoga pose.

Valet uses the ripped rookie’s confusion to secure a hammerlock of his free arm. He securely ropes the hero’s right wrist and then whips the other end of the rope around the hero’s neck. Silver Herald fights, but it’s too late. He needed to do this before his right wrist was tied up. The twink heel forces the muscleboy’s hand up to his shoulder blade before securing it with the loose end.

Valet pulls back on the hero’s hair sharply. AH! Silver Herald stares at the ceiling as the villain taunts, “There, that’s how I like my muscleboys. All trussed up.” He taps the muscleboy’s cheek. “Your lips are so perky.” Valet kisses the handsome musclehunk. Silver Herald gives into it, reciprocating and submitting. The trussed-up hero’s cock grows, rising upward.

Valet reaches over the hero’s shoulder and grabs a handful of dick. He lifts his lips, “You’re a mess, but you love it, don’t you?” The hero shakes his head. “Good muscleboys don’t lie. I’m holding the proof. You love it, don’t you?” A nod. “Say it for the camera.” He forces Silver Herald to look directly into Pete’s camera. “You love it, don’t you?”

“Yes, I love it.”

“Good boy. That earns you a reward.”

Valet moves around. He finishes pulling the silver thong strap over the right boot. The hero stretches his leg with a grateful sigh. The twink heel stretches the silver thong over the left boot. Silver Herald is back to just on one arm being bound. The hero grips the dangling cuff like it’s brass knuckles. He fires off a swinging punch. WHOOSH! He misses, but Valet is unhappy with him even trying.

“What the fuck, bitch? I thought we were enjoying a moment?”

The hero scoots backward on his butt. He says, “I’m just warning you back. Just let me get up.”

The devious twink runs at the sitting muscle stud. Silver Herald can’t react fast enough. Valet’s knee slams into his pecs, flattening him onto his back. THUMP! BAM! He mounts the ripped rookie, pinning the cuffed left wrist down with one hand. The mighty muscleboy struggles, but the attacks have weakened his left arm to the point where he can’t overpower the twink! The hero’s writhing under the lightweight villain, but getting nowhere.

“Now you see? I own these muscles. I can treat them nice. Or, I can get nasty.”

The muscular hero settles down. Stripped to his boots and mask with his right arm bound to his neck by rope, he doesn’t have much choice. He says weakly, “I wasn’t trying to hit you. Really. Please? Please let me get up?”

“I actually believe you, boy. You’re not that stupid. You want up?” Silver Herald nods. Valet rises. He grabs the muscleboy’s left arm and pulls hard, getting another cry of pain. “Get up!”

The twink villain keep pulling, violently yanking the damaged limb. Silver Herald moans, trying to tighten up, but it’s no use. He finally plants his boots and allows himself to be pulled to his feet by his aching arm. Valet applies an armlock for control and punishment. The rookie cries out. The devious punk kicks up, his gold boot coming over the hero’s hard cock and hitting him square in the abs. THUD! OOF! Silver Herald bends in half as Valet lets go of his arm.

The lightweight punk runs back into the ropes. He bounces off and leaps onto Silver Herald’s back, his ass on the muscleboy’s broad shoulders. It’s only 150-lbs, but it’s enough to drive the unprepared hero down. Silver Herald drops, hitting knees first. PLOP! With only one injured arm to break his momentum, he next hits hard on his handsome face. SMACK! He goes limp.

Silver Herald looks out of it. He’s in a child’s pose, on his knees with his beautiful ass up, his face and chest down. Valet sits on the stunned musclestud’s shoulders. He flexes his arms, mocking his more powerful opponent. The devious villain is just so proud of his cheating and taking advantage of the ripped rookie, showing everyone that that second fall was a fluke.

Valet spins off. He admires the perfect raised ass before heading the corner. He grabs gold rope and the key to the handcuffs. The villain brings the rookie’s left wrist up to his right. He undoes the loose cuff, letting the silver thong drop. He snaps the cuff around the helpless hero’s roped right wrist, properly cuffing the muscleboy in a painful, immobilizing double hammerlock.

The twink heel stands up. He circles the kneeling muscleboy. There’s no way out for the ripped rookie that I can see, but he’s not submitting. He’s not moving at all. Valet twirls the new length of gold rope as he enjoys his position as dominant master. His eyes settle on the raised white muscle butt. Of course, they do. It’s stunning. He draws the gold rope back to whip the smooth ass cheeks.

WHUP-TOOSH! WHUP-TOOSH! WHUP-TOOSH!

AH! The muscleboy wakes up and instinctively tries to escape the torture. Without use of his hands and arms, the hero scoots forward on his face and knees. The ripped rookie groans as he starts to understand the situation. WHUP-TOOSH! He gasps as his beautiful behind is whipped, leaving red streaks on the mountainous bubble butt. The helpless hunk rolls over onto his bound arms. His hips are raised as he tries to kick at Valet. He misses.

The villain moves around too fast for the bound muscleboy. Valet drops down and forces Silver Herald to sit up. Kneeling behind the helpless hero, he looks over to Moneymaker who throws him some more rope. “Got anything to say, hero bitch? Any colors you want to name.” The musclehunk defiantly shakes his head. “Good boy.”

Valet taunts, “Your pecs are so big and meaty that I just have to destroy them. Let’s get them really popping, boy.”

The villain weaves rope under the trapped arms and under the bulging pecs. He lifts and continues wrapping over the shoulders and around. The meaty mounds are lifted up and out as the rope cuts into his flesh. It takes some time, but by the time Valet is done, Silver Herald’s pecs are literally popping out. The villain lies the helpless muscle hunk back down and then mounts him.

With a diabolical grin, the twink heel goes to work. He starts out by spanking the chest. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! It turns red with handprints. Valet pounds the protruding pecs. THUD! THUD! THUD! Silver Herald cries out. THUD! THUD! THUD! The villain bats the sides, swatting the erect nipples as he smacks the ripped rookie’s magnificent man-boobs. WHACK! SWISH! SMACK! Under the 150-lbs heel, the bound babyface writhes and gasps.

When Valet rises, Silver Herald’s pecs are red, and his nipples are erect. So is his dick. And not once did he say anything that even remotely sounded like he wanted it to stop. The devious villain can’t help but drive his boot down onto the pecs to add insult to injury. STOMP! STOMP! STOMP! I hate to admit it, but I think Silver Herald’s into what Valet is doing.

Valet slithers around. He plants his right knee beside Silver Herald’s ear. The twink heel grabs behind the hero’s head and lifts it. He maneuvers his left boot beneath the head and the muscleboy’s face into his gold-wrapped butt. The lightweight heel has all the time in the world to get it right, finally positioning his prey in a smothering figure-four headlock.

The twink bends forward to reach the throbbing cock. He tightens the headlock as he grips the muscleboy’s manhood. “Yeah, boy likes this.” The hero lets out a weak denial, but it’s clearly not true. The devious villain starts jacking the ripped rookie. Whimpering is the only sound he makes as his throbbing member is owned by the lightweight heel.

The helpless muscle hunk writhes and moans. Valet is edging him with the figure-four headlock, refusing to knock him out, but getting him close. Silver Herald whimpers and gasps. He bridges his butt up, making it even easier for Valet to take his load. His chiseled muscles tense. His body goes rigid. And he cries out loudly, his moaning echoing through the arena.

“Give me your load, bitch! Submit to the man who owns you!”

Silver Herald obeys. Cum explodes from his cock as he surrenders his seed to his twink master. Valet has the cock aimed down. The first shots hit the front of villain’s gold trunks. Then the helpless hero covers his bound pecs. The final shots line the chiseled six-pack before the muscleboy is reduced to just a few final drops. The villain wipes his hand on the hero’s balls.

Valet says, “Good boy, you’ve earned a nap.”

The dominant twink reaches back, grabs his ankle and tightens the headlock. Silver Herald’s hips drop. PLOP! His legs go limp. His gorgeous muscles deflate. And his cock goes limp. Valet releases him and rolls off. He smirks at the sight of the sleeping, cum-lined, trussed up muscleboy. The villain rises and circles the unconscious hero.

“Better check.”

Valet lifts the hero’s left leg high in the air. He lets go. CRASH! It falls with no resistance.

“ONE!”

The right leg goes up. And crashes down. SLAM!

“TWO!”

For the third and final check, Valet kneels down. He pinches the tip of the flaccid cock. He holds it up and wiggles it a little. And then he lets go. It falls onto the smooth pelvis. SMACK!

“THREE!”

Valet flexes in victory. Ry’s camera captures the conqueror’s celebration, while Pete focuses on the loser. He lovingly pans over Silver Herald’s handsome face, tanned muscles, and finally ends on his drained limp manhood.

STAKES.

Valet flexes over the fallen hero. It’s partly mocking, but the villain is also really excited about owning the bound muscleboy. His gold trunks are full of satisfaction and tenting with anticipation. The twink has a good size dick and I know he’ll love fucking Silver Herald. The gold spandex shines under the bright overhead spotlights. Every contour is highlighted.

All the loser’s muscles couldn’t overcome the twink heel’s devious mind and superior experience. But at least Silver Herald won a fall. That’s a huge accomplishment and sets him up for future success. He’s been slow to get wrestling, but today gives me hope for him. And he seemed to love every minute of being tied up and dominated. That’s really all I care about.

Moneymaker enters the ring. I’ll give him and Valet credit. Other than saving time by fetching rope and cuffs, the big muscleman didn’t really interfere. Pete had to warn him away once, but I don’t know what he was planning or even if he was planning anything other than a better view. Valet won this one all by himself. I hope he learned something, too.

The two villains roll Silver Herald onto his stomach to free the sleeping muscleboy of all his bindings. Valet kicks Silver Herald onto his back. He uses his gold boots to open the muscleboy’s legs and spread his arms. The twink villain steps over the hero, straddling his waist. He bends forward and then slaps the unconscious hero. SMACK! HUH? Silver Herald wakes up as the heel rises.

The handsome hero opens his eyes to the sight of the victorious villain flexing his lean biceps over him. He slowly stirs, bringing his hands to his face, rubbing it. The twink orders, “Arms out, bitch.” Silver Herald obeys, spreading his arms out again. He writhes uncomfortably, but maintains his position. Valet commands, “Eyes on me.” Again, the loser obeys.

The hero says, “You knocked me out.”

“Just figuring that out, boy?”

“Fuck. Why do I keep getting knocked out?”

“Because you’re beautiful when you go out, bitch. The strength leaving you. Those big muscles you worked so hard to build getting weaker and weaker. Just useless slabs of beef. You’re just a muscleboy plaything for real men. Hot body, ready to use.”

Silver Herald idly says, “I like your body, too. It’s hot seeing you flex over me.”

Valet drops down, his shins pinning the hero’s shoulders down. He flexes again as his bulge hovers at Silver Herald’s chin. The muscleboy lifts his head. He kisses the bulging balls. SMOOCH. The twink heel likes that. He leans forward, smothering the loser with his gold bulge. The muscleboy goes right to work, worshipping the gold pouch. Valet moans.

Silver Herald’s cock rises again as he pays homage to the winner. The twink heel pushes up. He orders, “Slide my trunks down, boy.” The hero obeys, pulling them down, revealing the winner’s manhood. Valet lowers himself, sliding his cock into the muscleboy’s eager mouth. The villain planks on his forearms, placing his knees on Silver Herald’s ripped midsection.

The defeated musclestud needs no instruction. He skillfully pleasures his conqueror, head turning and bobbing. He brings his hands up to caress the lightweight heel’s lean body as he slurps on winner’s pole. Valet moans with encouragement, loving the muscleboy’s skill and excited compliance. He lowers his hips until he’s fully resting on the hero’s face, his cock deep in the loser’s mouth.

Valet pushes off, pulling his cock free. He rolls on his back. “Get my trunks off and get back to work.” Silver Herald rolls over. He obediently strips the winner and slides forward. With a better position, he does an even better job at oral. The twink villain writhes underneath him, gasping as he’s brought close to an orgasm. The lightweight heel has to push the hero off.

“Okay, boy, you’ve proven you can suck cock. Now, let’s see about that hole.”

Silver Herald takes him literally. He rolls over. With his face down, the muscleboy reaches back and spreads his cheeks. Valet laughs. “I could get used to having you around. Fuck, what a butt.” The twink heel slithers forward. Moneymaker hands him lube and a condom. The villain wastes no time, quickly opening the loser’s hole with two fingers before sheathing his cock. “Beg me for it.”

“Please, Sir. Please fuck me. You won my ass. Please take your prize. I beg you to grace me with your cock.”

“Yeah, I could definitely get used to this.”

Valet drives inside the loser. His hips slam into the muscular mounds on the first thrust. WHAP! The villain starts fucking him fast, skipping any kind of buildup. The hero cries out as he’s plowed. “I was gonna take my time, but between that blowjob and this ass, I can’t wait.” The winner savagely hammers the hero’s hole, earning more begging from the eager bottom.

The twink heel calls Moneymaker over. “You gotta feel his mouth.” The big muscleman moves in. He pulls off his gold trunks, revealing his thick cock. The muscle beast kneels down. He grabs under Silver Herald’s chin using it to force the hero up. Silver Herald immediately drools over Moneymaker’s amazing body, grunting a “wow” as he roughly fucked from behind.

Silver Herald eagerly opens up, excited to take the muscleman’s thick rod. And he’s very eager to be spit roasted by the pair of gold-clad villains. Underneath him, his own cock is rock hard and dripping onto the canvas. The two villains start working in unison, ravaging the submissive muscle stud from both ends. Not the first time they’ve done this, so they’re very good at it.

Despite having been milked in the third round, Silver Herald is the first to cum. He sprays his load hands-free onto the ring. His muscles flex while his orgasmic cries are muffled by the thick meat filling his mouth. The muscleboy’s hole tightens on Valet’s cock, milking the winner of his load. The villain groans ecstatically as he empties his balls inside the muscular loser.

Seeing the two smaller studs let loose quickly sends Moneymaker over the edge. He pulls out and jerks his cock until he sprays a big load at Silver Herald’s face. The hero opens his mouth and extends his tongue. He moves his head like a dog catching raindrops, grabbing what he can as the big muscleman hits him from forehead to chin. Moneymaker wipes the final drops on the extended tongue before saying, “Swallow, bitch.”

Valet pulls Silver Herald back by his hair. The loser kneels as the winner wraps his arm around the hero’s neck. “God, I’m so tempted to knock you out again.”

The hero gasps, “Please don’t! I’ll do anything.”

“Yeah, I bet you will.” Valet looks up at Moneymaker, “Carry him to the back. I’ll grab our trunks.”

Moneymaker drags the compliant hero to the ropes, hops out, and then casually slings him over his shoulder. The 180-lbs of muscleboy is nothing to the 220-lbs beast. The two villains saunter down, each flexing a bicep for the cameras before disappearing into the hallway.

VALET’S LOCKER ROOM.

As soon as I enter the heel locker room, Valerio saunters up to me, “Well, well, well. Looks like you were wrong not to trust me. Face it, Cody, thanks to me that, was a hot match despite, all your hard work to make it boring as fuck. Justin loves being my muscle bitch.”

“Uh huh.” I hand him my iPad, “I need you to read and sign this.”

“What? No apology? No thank you?”

“Your thanks is in this envelope. Which you don’t get until you sign.”

Valet is feeling extra-cocky, “Aw, poor baby. Don’t be a sore loser.”

I laugh, “Why would I feel like one? I reined you in enough that we got a hot match and every wrestler’s happy. Let’s be honest, if not for me, you never would’ve met with Justin before the match. You would’ve taken all your frustrations with Xaq out on him. It would’ve been a vicious two-on-one. Instead, Justin charmed you and we got the match ‘I’ wanted.”

The twink heel frowns, irritated with me for not being upset. I tap the screen, “Sign, please.” He does. I smile, “Pleasure doing business with you, as always.”

Valerio asks in a cocky tone, “Uh, where are you going?”

“Across the hall. I need to get Justin to sign his form.”

Valet smirks and nods his head toward the shower room. Now that I’m paying attention, I hear grunting. I move in to look, curious about what’s happening. Valet walks beside me. I see Justin kneeling on a folded towel. On the dry wall where the towels hang, there’s a phone on a stand and a ring light capturing thing. Justin has a mouthful of Miguel’s cock, taking it deep down his throat. The big muscleman is going balls deep as he pounds the muscleboy’s mouth.

Val whispers, “Yeah, we’re not done with him, yet. Turns out the muscleboy is a bitch outside the ring, too. And an eager one. Wants us to film with him for his fan site.” I open my mouth, but he stops me, “We’ll honor his safe word, not that it’s any of your business.”

“I wasn’t going to try to stop you. I was going to ask how long this will take.”

“Yeah, right. You’ve just got a comeback for everything today, don’t you?” I just smirk. Val pats my pec, “Come back in … twenty minutes. His muscle cunt will be used up by then. If you wanna watch … you can pay up like everyone else.”

“Are you forgetting who’s cave you’re in?”

Valet frowns, “Oh. Yeah, fine. Stay, but be quiet.”

The twink heel arrogantly turns to me with his arms spread, backing up into the shower room with his tongue out. He hangs up his towel and joins his muscleman buddy under the steamy hot spray. He positions himself to make Justin turn so he doesn’t see me here. Valet taps Miguel’s bicep, nodding toward me. The two heels eye me down as the muscleboy goes back and forth, worshipping their cocks.

I don’t rush to leave, but I can’t stay, either. We have more matches. Next up is one I’m kind of dreading, even though I’m the one who set it up. A vicious grudge match that had to happen, but I wish it didn’t. I need a mental break before the guys arrive, so I hunt down my boyfriend Jae for some play of our own.

THE END.