Thursday, February 1, 2024

The Cave Undercard 37: Master Peace vs. War Lord


RISE & GRIND GYM. LOS ANGELES CA.

“Chris! Hey, buddy.”

“Cody? What are you doing here? Are you looking for me?”

“No, one of my clients will be working out here. He’s going to try things on his own, so I’m doing my usual walkthrough. Making sure he knows how to get results at his own gym when I’m not around.”

Chris nods, impressed. The 27-year old, 6'1", 225-lbs, white construction worker says, “That’s a cool service. Most trainers would want their ex-clients to fail so they come running back. No wonder you’re doing so well.”

Chris


“Yeah, I admit that I used to think that way, but I've really come to care about my clients. I want them to be successful no matter what.” I point out, “This gym is kind of out of the way for you, isn’t it?”

Chris shrugs, “Yeah, it’s a drive, but I like the people. No drama.”

I read between the lines, “Yeah, you won’t run into … anyone you know.”

The muscle stud sighs and nods, “Yeah, I won’t run into … someone I know.”

We let that hang for a moment. I offer, “Looks like you’re wrapping up. Jamal is changing, but this walkthrough shouldn’t take me more than 20 minutes. Want to grab breakfast after you shower up?”

“Sounds great.”

RUSSELL’S. A NEARBY DINER.




Chris smirks at me, “That egg white omelet is looking pretty yellow.”

“Yeah, but I knew what I was getting into when the waitress made me repeat my order. Pretty sure no one orders egg whites here.” I take a big bite, “Mm. It’s good, though.”

We’ve made small talk up to now, but Chris decides to get serious. “Thanks for inviting me to breakfast, Cody.” I shrug like it’s no big deal. He reaches out and grabs my forearm, “I mean it. You have been a great friend these past few weeks. I know we never really hung out much before the whole deal with Vuk blew up, but I appreciate it. We have a lot in common.”

I laugh, “Well, I’ve never been in your exact situation …”

Chris sarcastically replies, “What? You mean that you never secretly worked as an escort and had seven of your boyfriend’s relatives as paying clients?” I shake my head, still not believing what Chris pulled on Vuk (pronounced Vook). He leans in, “I’m back up to three, by the way. Now that the story is out and it’s not a secret, the uncles are back riding my dick. And with a price increase.”

The only thing I can say is, “Wow.”

“Yep. One thing I know is that I will NEVER again date an alpha bottom. The sex was great, but -” He bumps his fists together, “- the alpha vs alpha dynamic messed it all up. The top needs to be, you know, the one on top. At least in my relationships.”

I raise my eyebrows, “Yeah. Um, I’m not sure that’s what messed things up, buddy.”

“Look, I get what I did was ‘wrong’, but I’m not the first guy to lie in a relationship. It’s not like I was running around fucking random guys. It was all business. If you think about it, it really isn’t that different than you and Jae and you guys make your relationship work because Jae’s cool.”

Okay, I’ve got to hear this, “How is it like me and Jae?”

“The Cave. You both fuck other guys for money. Same deal. I was working, not cheating. It’s my job. His relatives hired me. I didn’t go to them. I didn’t even give them a friends and family discount. They were just very satisfied clients. Like if Jae’s uncle hired you as a personal trainer but asked you not to say anything, would Jae freak out and attack you if he found out?”

I admit, “Well, probably not, but you get why this is different for Vuk, right?”

“Yeah, because it’s sex. His hang ups are why I had to lie in the first place.”

“Okay.”

Chris points out, “But I never fucked anyone in his family that wasn’t paying for it. Even his little brother. Cash in advance just like everyone else.” Chris is on a roll this morning. He rants, “Oh, and he wasn’t complaining about the extra money I brought home. He hasn’t been angry enough to give me back the home theater setup I bought him now that he knows how I paid for it.”

I just nod and listen to his rationalizations.

“But no one cares about my side. Vuk pretty much got all our mutual friends. Including Ryan and Pete, obviously.”

I remind him, “Well, remember, you introduced them to him and then left them on their own. Pete’s a bossy bottom, too. And a drama-loving jerk. It was bound to go wrong.”

“I know, I know. But I did that to convince Vuk that The Cave was a safe place. They seemed like the right choice. I thought you’d be too intimidating. All sexy and free with your big dick energy. Exactly what he was afraid of. I was trying to convince him that sex stakes weren’t a threat. Once he got used to that, I could tell him about being an escort. Well, that was my plan. Now, I either fight him or I lose The Cave. And I realize that I love The Cave.”

“And you hate being told what you can and can’t do.” Chris acknowledges I’m right. I remind him, “I’ve offered to work on Ry. I do own half the place. I have a say in who and when you wrestle.”

“No, don’t get involved. I’m still really mad at Ryan, but I don’t want to be a source of tension between you guys. I’ve done enough damage in my own life. I don’t need to start messing around with yours.”

I wave that off, “Ry and me have survived worse. But you shouldn’t be so mad at him.”

“Yeah, I should. It was a private thing between me and my ex. Him and Pete let Vuk bring it into The Cave. Copying my character.” I open my mouth, but he anticipates me. “Yeah, yeah, Cody, I know. I gave him that name and gear, but just so he’d think I wanted him to join The Cave, too. Not to actually join. Not to beat me up. Humiliate me. Not to post that for the world. I didn’t deserve to be publicly sandbagged like that for a private problem.” (read all about Chris' humiliation: The Cave Shorts: Running a Master Peace)

As I eat my delicious and decadent breakfast, I wonder why he’s bringing this all up today?

Chris brings me into it, “And what about you? You did nothing wrong. You sure as hell didn’t deserve a chokeslam and a piledriver.” (you can read this, too: The Cave 26: The Bat vs. Master Peace)

I laugh, “I definitely agree that I didn’t deserve that. It made it easier to pick sides. You know, that was the first and last time I met Vuk.” I look at the shiny ‘veggie’ sausage on my fork and think, “Ah, grease, how I’ve missed you.” I tell Chris for the twentieth time, “Pete is the villain in all this, not Ry. That scheming asshole is the instigator. I guarantee it.”

“Cody, I get that he’s your best friend, but Ryan isn’t a child. He could’ve said no. Or at least turned the camera off. You’d think he’d care more about checking on you after getting attacked than about punishing me. Face it, your buddy has a dark side.”

I can’t deny that, but I’m not getting into it. I ask, “Why are we talking about this?”

“Sorry. I know you’ve heard it all. But I’m worked up because …” Chris breathes in deeply, “Because I’m done hiding. I want the match. I’m ready.”

“The match.”

“THE match. I want Vuk. In the ring. Best two out of three. Sex stakes. Master Peace vs. War Lord. Time to end it and get my Cave career back on track.”

BEFORE THE MATCH.



“Of course, you’d side with a cheating pig like Chris. You’re so predictable, Cody.”

I roll my eyes, “Whatever, Pete. Why are you here? You should be out checking the cameras and coordinating with Ry who’s capturing what. I have backstage under control.”

“Ryan and I don’t need to coordinate. We’re always in sync.” I roll my eyes again. He keeps going, “Look, just shut up and listen. Ryan asked me to show you this.” He opens a small metal container. I raise an eyebrow. “Don’t strain your brain, Cody. They’re just vitamins.”

“I know. I worked at a gym that sells that brand. Why do I care that you're taking vitamins?”

Pete puts the container in his pocket, “Even if I explained, you wouldn’t understand.” He looks me up and down and growls, “You and Chris are the perfect pair. Dirty, selfish liars and users.”

“Says the most manipulative and dishonest person I know.”

“Fuck you, Cody. I can’t wait to see Chris get what he deserves, just like you did when Bane destroyed you.” (all the way back in The Cave 3: Grudge Match)

“And how’d that work out for you? Ry and me are still best friends. Closer than ever, actually. And you’re stuck in the friend zone as his number three side piece.” Pete’s hands close into fists. I smirk, “It just kills you, doesn’t it?”

My nemesis stomps off without another word.

I should ignore him; I really should. Ry asks me to be the bigger man (not literally). I’m really trying to be my best self, but sometimes, I just can’t contain it. There will always be a little of the old Cody in me. I just have to channel it in positive ways. Like antagonizing Pete. I make my way to the locker rooms to make sure the wrestlers are ready to go.

I decide to go into Vuk’s first. Let’s get this over with.

VUK’S LOCKER ROOM

Vuk.


“Hey, I’m Cody, co-owner of The Cave. Also, The Bat. Good to see you again. Are you ready? Any questions?”

“I’ve been ready for weeks. Ryan and Pete prepared me. Worked me out in the ring. No questions.” Vuk looks me up and down, “Although it is nice to finally talk to the famous Cody.”

I smile, “Famous? I’m surprised to hear that.”

“Trust me, you are.”

“Yes, I know that. I’m just surprised that you didn’t use a worse word than famous, since you’re friends with Pete.”

Vuk can’t contain a smile. He says, “I’m also friends with Ryan, so I’ve heard both sides. You do have a reputation, but I don’t care.” He pauses and then says, “I’m sure Chris makes it sound like I’m a moralistic asshole, but I don’t judge anyone. I just wanted a boyfriend who was honest and faithful. And not fucking his way through my extended family.”

“You really don’t have to justify anything to me. This is all between you and Chris.”

The muscular hunk moves up to me. His stats match Chris' exactly ... 27-years old, 6'1", 225-lbs, and white. He reaches out. I don’t move or flinch. He rubs his strong hand over my pecs and down my abs. “I’m sorry I attacked you. I was just … so upset with Chris and you were in the way. I’m glad I didn’t hurt you.”

I shrug, “It wasn’t fun, but it comes with the territory. And it made for good video.”

“Pete assured me Chris would win. I don’t know why. You’re an amazing wrestler. But, when you came out on top, I had to improvise.” Vuk’s hand slides over my bulge. He checks me out thoroughly and nods. “Damn, you’re impressive. I’d love to teach you how to use this.”

I laugh, “You really think I need lessons? I guess my reputation doesn’t precede me.”

Vuk shrugs, “Every top I’ve ever met has learned something from me when I take control of his cock. Maybe after I destroy Chris, you and I can arrange a match. War Lord. Bat. Men in black.” He grabs my hand and puts it on his chest. He strikes a double bicep pose and I feel up his rock-hard arms and torso. He confidently asks, “Think you can take this?”

“I’d be open to trying. We’ll talk.”

“Good boy.”

I laugh at his arrogance and pat his pec, “Yeah, don’t get ahead of yourself, sport. I recommend focusing on winning against Chris today.”

“Trust me. I’ve thought about nothing else.”

CHRIS’ LOCKER ROOM.



“Hey, Chris, are you ready?”

“I think so. This is the right thing to do. I can’t lose The Cave, so if this is what I need to do, I’ll do it. And I don’t want this hanging over my head anymore. Now I can get it all out of my system. Beat Vuk. Fuck his ass for the final time. Remind him what he’s throwing away.”

“Sounds like a good plan.”

Chris smirks, “After this is all settled, maybe I can get a rematch with The Bat?”

I smile at my second challenge in the past few minutes. “Well, don’t think about that. Just think about this match. From what I saw, he’s going to be tough. That’s one hard body. And he obviously knows some wrestling, given how he took me out. Even if it was by surprise, post-match and post-sex. A chokeslam and piledriver are advanced moves.”

“Yeah, I know, but this time, I’m ready. I’m fresh. I’m psyched up. Ready to defend myself. This is my thing. After I kick his ass, he can fuck off and find his own thing far away from me.”

I don’t tell the muscle stud that Vuk is already trying to set up a future Cave match for after this, so win or lose, he might not be going anywhere. Instead, I keep Chris focused on today, “Okay. Take a few more minutes and I’ll come get you. You’re entering the ring second and I don’t think you guys should hang out together in the hallway.”

“I hear that.”

ROUND ONE.

I sent War Lord to the ring and he did a really hot flexing routine for a few minutes. For a Cave newbie, he seems really calm and confident. Master Peace, on the other hand, is a ball of energy. He was bouncing in the locker room, flew to the ring, and ran through his posing in under a minute. The muscleman in white is clearly psyched up and ready for the match to start.

I wonder if he’s ready for War Lord?

War Lord.


Time to find out. I ring the bell.

DING! DING! DING!

The two muscle studs move in fast. They lock up in a classic collar-and-elbow. Their sculpted muscles swell as they push against each other. Grunting fills the arena. The two beasts are the same size and, now that they’re both fresh, they’re equally matched in strength. War Lord easily manhandled Master Peace a month ago, but this is a brand-new ballgame.

Sweat starts to form on their smooth, flawless bodies as they start shifting, angling to take control. Neither can overpower the other, so it’ll come down to skill and strategy. This is one of the longest initial lockups we’ve ever had. Neither muscleman will give an inch or break the grip. It’s like they’re welded together or some kind of sexy as fuck ancient statue.

War Lord suddenly shifts left then right. It catches Master Peace off guard and Chris gets locked into a crushing headlock. ARGH! I can see one vein in his forehead popping as his face turns red from the force of the squeeze. The muscle hunk in black grinds on the hold, turning a simple headlock into a submission hold. Wow. Vuk’s chest tightens and pops. Gorgeous.

Huh. Chris. Vuk. I normally get lost in the characters and roles that the studs play, never really thinking of the wrestlers’ real names. However, in this case, the match is too personal. The wrestlers are Chris and Vuk more than they are Master Peace and War Lord. Neither is really more of a heel or a face. They’re not playing hero and villain. There’s no distinction at all.

Master Peace suffers for a minute, but then his experience kicks in. Chris wraps his long arms around War Lord and immediately lifts. The big black boots rise off the mat as the muscle stud in white powers his opponent up. He falls back, dropping the Cave newbie on his shoulders with a side suplex. BOOM! The impact easily breaks the headlock and Master Peace rolls away.

As Master Peace rises, so does War Lord. A simple suplex clearly isn’t enough to really slow Vuk down. The Cave newbie lifts his right boot to kick Master Peace in the stomach, but the more experienced muscle stud sees it coming. He grabs hold of the big black boot and smoothly turns and pulls, flipping War Lord with a leg-drag takedown. WHAM!

War Lord slides onto his stomach as Master Peace keeps hold of the boot. Chris lifts the right leg up, slides the knee pad onto over the black boot, exposing Vuk’s knee. Master Peace then drives it down, slamming the unprotected knee into the canvas. WHACK! Ouch, vicious. The Cave newbie cries out and flops onto his back, reaching for his leg. The muscle stud in white kicks the hands away then drives his boot into the knee twice. STOMP! STOMP!

As his opponent suffers, Chris runs back into the ropes. He rebounds off, racing forward and leaping. He lands on the newbie’s chiseled midsection, 225-lbs crushing down. STOMP! OOF! Master Peace hops off and heads into the opposite ropes. This time, Chris comes off with a baseball slide, his boots slamming into Vuk’s aching right knee. WHACK!

War Lord rolls over onto his stomach. Master Peace wastes no time. Chris is so pumped for this, moving like lightning, his tanned muscular body and white gear practically a blur as he moves in. He grabs Vuk’s right black boot and lifts it, this time locking on a single leg crab. The muscle stud in white sits back, amping up the pressure on War Lord’s back. UNH!

To add to the punishment, Master Peace puts his free hand inside War Lord’s raised leg. Chris twists his shoulders and chest, cranking on the knee. It immediately turns a simple hold into a submission hold. AHH! War Lord’s groans get louder. Vuk’s trying to be the calm, cool badass, but that facade is crumbling as the ligaments in his knee are strained by the torque. ARGH!

In desperation, War Lord pushes up and turns. AHH! The move only adds to his knee pain, but Vuk manages to power through that and throw Master Peace off. Again, the Cave veteran is fast. Chris barely stumbles, able to hold his feet and spin immediately. He stands behind the Cave newbie who rises onto his wonky right knee, planting his good leg to rise to a standing position.

Master Peace charges in. He leaps and bulldogs War Lord down from his knees, slamming Vuk’s head into the canvas. KRAKT! Not as good as from a standing position, but the bulldog still stuns the muscle hunk in black. War Lord lies face down, arms at his side and the only movement being his left boot rising and falling as he groans. Chris rises to his feet.

While War Lord is fighting to stay awake, Master Peace takes a moment to pose over him. He plants his big white boot on the big black spandex wrapped butt. Chris strikes a double bicep pose. “You took advantage of me last time, but when things are fair, you got no shot! You thought a ruined orgasm was humiliating? Wait until you see my cock in action today!”

Master Peace reaches down, and grabs hold of the black right boot. He lifts the leg up and flips War Lord over. Chris drapes the helpless muscle hunk’s injured leg over his shoulders and stands up, dragging Vuk up with him. NO! AH! War Lord cries out as he hangs from his knee. Vuk cries out as he dangles, his 225-lbs of useless muscle tearing his knee apart! ARGH!

The dominant muscle stud reaches around the hanging hunk and grabs Vuk’s bulge. Chris grips the prominent package with his big paw and squeezes. ARGH! NO! War Lord thrashes and cries out. Vuk kicks with his free leg, but it can’t do any real damage. Master Peace starts turning his shoulders, swinging the helpless muscle hunk, drawing out loud, high-pitched squeals of pain! AH! AH! AH!

“GIVE UP, YOU FUCKING BOTTOM BITCH! GIVE! GIVE! GIVE!”

War Lord has no choice. His voice booms through the empty arena, “I SUBMIT! I SUBMIT! I SUBMIT!”

Master Peace drops him and War Lord collapses in a heap at his feet. What a difference from the last time. Chris plants his big white boot on the quivering muscle hunk. The suffering muscle hunk holds his leg, moaning as he tries to gather himself. The dominant dude in white moves off, heading to his corner. Chris flexes for Ry’s camera and smiles.

“Just one fall from my revenge being complete.”

BETWEEN ROUNDS.

“Fuck, Cody, that was so fun. And so fucking easy.”

I warn, “Well, don’t get ahead of yourself.”

“I hear that. Trust me, I’m in this to win. And when I do, I’m gonna fucking ruin his ass.”

I head over to check on War Lord. He’s outside the ring, walking off the punishment. I can tell he’s angry. I make him stop. I drop to one knee to stretch his leg and test his knee. Seems okay, but I confirm if he’s okay. “I’m physically fine. I can keep going. I’m just pissed. I’m going to win this, though. And when I do, I have a huge surprise for him. I’m going to destroy him.”

I say something non-committal, having heard basically the same thing across the ring. War Lord grabs my arm as I leave, “Thanks for checking on me, Cody. Really checking on me and working out my knee. I didn’t expect that.”

“Well, I don’t like how all this happened, but it happened. I never want to see anyone injured. I’m not on anyone’s side. It’s kind of corny, but I’m on wrestling’s side. The Cave’s side. And you guys finishing whatever this is, that’s all I want. No matter how it turns out.”

“Fair enough. I just wanted you to know that I appreciate it.” I smile and nod. He gets a sinister grin on his face, “You know, you looked very good on your knees in front of me.”

I laugh, “Keep getting beat up and you’ll see me doing it again in a few minutes.”

War Lord smirks, “Clever.” He leans in, bringing his lips to my ear, “Not that I needed more motivation, but it’s fun to think about what awaits in The Cave if I come back to win this.”

The break is approaching eight minutes. Long for us. In The Cave, the clock doesn’t start until both men are in their corners. In this case, War Lord stayed in the middle for nearly three minutes. Master Peace just watched him suffer and rubbed the front of his white trunks, dreaming about his eventual win. I hope he doesn’t come to regret that decision.

I get back in place just as the clock reaches zero.

DING! DING! DING!

ROUND TWO.

The winner of round one is fully hard, tenting his white trunks, weighing them down with his throbbing hard-on. The anticipation has been building for so long. Right after Chris’ humiliation after our match, I reached out. As a friend. I wanted to keep the lines of communication open. He admitted that he was unsure about this match, but now, he’s reveling in his revenge.

They move out of their corners. The two ripped mega-studs bash torsos like the bulls they are. WHAM! Neither muscleman gives an inch. They snarl and sneer at each other before backing up. Silent challenges are exchanged. Immediately, they come back fast, smashing bodies again. WHAM! Master Peace gets the upper hand, sending War Lord back three steps.

Before Vuk can react, Master Peace drives a boot into his chiseled abs. WHOMP! OOF! The muscle hunk in black bends forward. Chris spins and fires a forearm right across War Lord’s head. WHACK! War Lord does a 180, wobbling on his feet. Master Peace grabs him around the waist. Chris puts on a tight reverse bearhug, squeezing the Cave newbie with all his power.

War Lord groans. Master Peace is strong. He crushes the suffering stud. The dominant dude in white mockingly humps his opponent. Chris slides his hands down, giving up the bearhug. Weird strategy. Oh. Maybe not. Master Peace grabs hold of War Lord’s junk with one hand wrapped over the other. Chris squeezes and Vuk’s legs buckle as he cries out in pain.

“What’re you crying about? Not like you use your junk for anything important anyways. You said I’m just a dildo? You’re just a tight pussy for my real man’s cock.”

Master Peace bends his legs then pushes up. Chris grunts loudly as he uses Vuk’s manhood to lift and throw him backward with a belly-to-back suplex. War Lord lets out a loud high-pitched squeal as his boots leave the canvas. Both musclemen fall back, but the muscleman in black takes the brunt, landing hard on the back of his head, neck, and shoulders. BOOM!

As War Lord flops onto his side, his arms and legs are limp. He’s moaning, but not moving. Vuk suddenly looks weaker. Smaller. Less intimidating. Master Peace is up, towering over his fallen opponent. Chris flexes his arms confidently. I can see the satisfaction on his masked face. He has no regrets about humiliating and destroying his ex. Not after what Vuk did to him.

Master Peace unleashes the power of his legs, driving his big white boots down onto War Lord. STOMP! STOMP! STOMP! The Cave newbie rolls onto his front. STOMP! STOMP! STOMP! His back absorbs the shots, but his grunts confirm that he’s feeling the ruthless rapid-fire punishment. STOMP! STOMP! STOMP! War Lord tries to rise. STOMP! STOMP! STOMP!

The muscleman in white leaps up. He comes down with a splash across the Cave newbie’s back. SPLAT! Master Peace slides off, kneeling with his left knee on War Lord’s back. Chris slides his thumbs into the waistband of Vuk’s black trunks and peels them down, wedging them under War Lord’s ample ass. Wow, that’s a big, beautiful butt. Muscular but smooth. Flawless skin.

“Yeah, that’s the stuff.” Master Peace sucks on his right index and middle fingers. He says, “Don’t worry, baby. Daddy’s back.”

The dominant muscle stud slides his fingers between the mountainous ass cheeks and forces them inside War Lord. The muscle hunk in black moans as he’s penetrated, his ex not being gentle at all as he takes control of the magnificent muscle-butt. Master Peace grabs a handful of hair, roughly wrenching the suffering stud’s head up. He owns the alpha bottom.

“That’s right, pussy. Moan like the fucking slut you are. Just wait until stakes.”

War Lord whimpers, literally, as his ass is owned by his ex. The powerful muscleman we saw in the sneak attack is gone, replaced by a hungry whore. Vuk lifts his hips, fucking himself harder on Master Peace’s thick fingers. The dominant muscleman is laughing, “You missed, daddy, didn’t you? Beg me to fucking end you and I’ll give you what you’ve been craving.”

“No!”

“I love it when you play hard to get.” Master Peace looks at the camera, “You boys see it, right? You see how pathetic he is? Alpha top vs. beta bottom can only go one way. He’s no match for the Master.”

Master Peace slides his knee off. He drags the simpering muscle stud up by his hair and hole. War Lord stands in front of the dominant muscle stud, Vuk’s head pulled back and two thick fingers wedged deep inside him. His black trunks remain wedged low in back and sit at the base of his cock in front, only held up by his obvious hard-on. His arms hang limp at his side.

With War Lord looking like a magnificent muscle jobber, Master Peace stands behind Vuk. Chris lowers one shoulder, pressing it against Vuk’s back. Master Peace squats and forces the helpless muscle hunk to lie across Chris’ shoulders. Without taking his fingers out of his opponent’s hole, Master Peace gets the stunning muscle stud up into a torture rack. ARGH!

Master Peace circles the ring. The helpless muscle hunk cries out. Vuk’s still impaled on the dominant muscleman’s two fingers. Master Peace circles the ring. He starts ranting, “You like this? You wanted this? I’ve ALWAYS been more man than you! You’re NOTHING! NOTHING! Just a fucking hole! You’re gonna PAY for my COCK, just like the rest of your family!”

War Lord moans, “AH! You fucker!”

“Yeah, you’re gonna pay. Pay with your pain! Daddy’s gonna submit you. Daddy’s gonna fuck you. And Daddy’s gonna take your check for this match. No more freebies for your pussy!”

“No!”

Master Peace circles and rants. His rage spills out. The muscleman is on fire, but he’s not getting a submission. Chris needs to pull down on the head and legs, really bend the big musclehunk in half. Just crank on it. Instead, he’s focused on unleashing a month of pent-up frustration. Not that War Lord isn’t suffering. He’s moaning and gasping. Just not giving yet.

The dominant muscle stud drops the suffering muscle hunk off his shoulders. SPLAT! Chris circles and unleashes his boots again. STOMP! STOMP! STOMP! It’s a very rage-based attack. STOMP! STOMP! STOMP! Chris drops down and shoves the two fingers he used to fuck him into War Lord’s nostrils. Using his grip, he forces the Cave newbie to his feet, literally leading him by the nose.

“Yeah, you like that?” Master Peace punches War Lord in the abs. THUD! “Yeah, breathe it in! That’s your pussy, bitch. That’s what I fucking own!” He pulls his fingers out of the nostrils and waves them in front of the helpless hunk, “These are all I need to beat you!”

Master Peace forces the thick fingers back inside War Lord’s ass again. He plunges the index and middle fingers in all the way in one powerful thrust. The muscular newbie gasps and cries out. He struggles to pull away, but the muscle stud in white grabs him by the throat. Master Peace slips behind his powerful opponent. He forces War Lord to make a lap around the ring.

War Lord’s cock is rock-hard. In their previous encounter, he showed that he knew how to control his ex, but now the tables are definitely turned. Master Peace is twisting his fingers inside the helpless muscle hunk. The muscle hunk in black flails his arms, trying to hit the dominant stud, but Master Peace is perfectly positioned behind him and out of reach.

Master Peace slides closer, whipping his arm around the Cave newbie’s neck. He locks on a choke hold. He leans in to put his lips by War Lord’s ear, “Not so tough in a fair fight. Ready to go to sleep, bitch?”

“No! URK!” Chris tightens his choke hold, cutting any more defiance from his feisty foe. He pumps his fingers, getting the big hunk in black to whimper and gasp as Vuk struggles for breath.

“Yeah, you humiliated me pretty good. Treated me like a human dildo. Wait until everyone sees what a cock-hungry, cum-slut you are, you fucking pussy!”

War Lord suddenly falls back against his ex’s rock-solid body, lost in the skillful finger fucking. Vuk caresses Master Peace’s thick forearm, his cock bouncing and now leaking as he’s dominated. I’m surprised that he’s surrendering. The helpless hunk reaches back and lovingly rubs Master Peace’s hair. Vuk twists and relaxes as his ex laughs in his ear.

Chris mocks him, “Give in to Daddy. Gimme your hungry pussy. You’re still my slutty bottom bitch and you always will be.”

The Cave newbie whimpers. Lucky for Master Peace that his opponent isn’t more experienced. Master Peace has his chin hovering just an inch over War Lord’s shoulder, which is a terrible position. If it was me, I’d grab that head from behind and drop, pulling the big muscle stud down with a chin breaker. That’d easily turn this whole thing around in a - WAIT!

Suddenly, War Lord grips Master Peace’s head from behind tightly. He jumps up and drops, pulling Chris down with him. Master Peace’s chin slams down on the bowling ball shoulder, jamming it. CRACK! The muscle stud in white bounces up onto his feet. He wobbles then falls on flat his back, stunned and holding his jaw. SPLAT! Maybe Vuk wasn’t surrendering. He did exactly what I would’ve done.

Huh, I’m suddenly impressed by War Lord.

The chin breaker worked exactly like I said it would. This whole thing has turned around. If War Lord knows how to capitalize. He rolls over and rises. The black trunks get pulled up, back into place as the Cave newbie looks down on his suffering opponent. Vuk tightens his muscles and roars. RRARRR! The sound echoes through our empty arena, amplifying his rage.

Master Peace instinctively knows he’s in big trouble. He tries to roll out of the ring, but War Lord is on him immediately. He grabs hold of one white boot and drags the stunned muscle stud back to the middle of the ring. The muscle hunk is black drags his ex up by his hair. He grabs Master Peace by the throat, lifts him high, and chokeslams him down. BAM!

War Lord drags the reeling muscle stud up. He forces Master Peace’s head down, locking it between Vuk’s legs. He grabs Chris around the waist and lifts. The Cave newbie is a powerhouse, easily lifting his opponent so the helpless hunk is upside down in a reverse bearhug. Uh oh. War Lord brings Master Peace down with a piledriver! BOOM! Master Peace lies unmoving.

It’s a devastating finisher. War Lord should go for the pin immediately. Down a fall, don’t waste time. Don’t gloat. Get on it and even this match up. And once again, Vuk does the right thing. Maybe Ry and Pete coached him. Or he actually knows wrestling. The muscle hunk drops, covers, and hooks a leg. He slaps the mat slowly and deliberately, calling out the count.

SLAP! “ONE!”

Master Peace’s body twitches.

SLAP! “TWO!”

The pinned powerhouse’s free leg weakly flails.

SLAP! “THREE!”

Master Peace can’t kick out. Ry confirms it. Good pin. We’re all tied up. War Lord rises as his ex collapses. After that piledriver, Master Peace really needs the five-minute break, which won’t start until he gets to his corner. War Lord should force the issue by dragging - and he does. He drags the stunned stud’s carcass to the corner to start the clock. Tick, tock.

Huh, for a guy who looked like a pathetic muscle jobber for almost two rounds, War Lord did everything right to turn things around. Chinbreaker counter. Chokeslam. Piledriver. Crack, bam, boom. Yeah, Master Peace dominated like 95% of the wrestling, but it doesn’t matter. The match is all tied up and he’s still barely moving while the counter ticks down.

This one could go either way.

ROUND THREE.

I go ringside during the break. War Lord is feeling great, thanking me again for checking. He’s got all the confidence in the world, despite being so close to a two-fall defeat. Master Peace is feeling less great. He’s pissed at himself for not finishing his ex off when he had the chance. He got too cocky and too excited about winning. I can’t really disagree with him, so I stay quiet.


I do what I can to get him ready. Water with some energizing powder in it. Neck and back massage. Concussion check. It was only really three moves, but they were devastating. He can recover with time. I did and I’d wrestled a full match and had full stakes. However, I don’t know if five minutes is enough. I think that even I took more time to finally get up.

Guess we’ll see. It’s time for the final round. Winner takes all.

DING! DING! DING!

The wrestlers come out cautiously. Neither one wants to make a mistake now. Although I think that kind of thinking often leads to mistakes and ultimately defeat. Stick with your game plan, guys. Once again, they lock up in a classic collar-and-elbow like they did in the first round. Their adrenaline quickly kicks in and they’re going all out. Grunting fills the nearly empty arena.

To break the tie, War Lord twists sharply, but Master Peace is ready. He slips free and steps in with a knee lift to his ex’s chiseled abs. WHOMP! The stud in black is unfazed. He grabs under the raised leg with one hand and around the waist with the other. War Lord lifts and throws Master Peace up and over. The hunk in white flips, coming down hard on the back of his neck and shoulders. WHAM! UNH! He stretches out on his back, dazed and confused.

War Lord follows up with a big leaping elbow drop across Master Peace’s thick pecs. THUD! OOF! The Cave newbie rolls over. Vuk grabs a handful of his opponent’s hair and drags the hunk in white up to hands and knees. War Lord shoves Chris’ head between his legs in a standing head scissors. Uh oh. Another piledriver? Vuk bends forward to reach around Master Peace’s waist.

Master Peace recognizes the danger he’s in. He quickly plants one white boot and stands, flipping War Lord over with a back body drop. Black boots fly over and War Lord lands flat on his back. BOOM! Chris unleashes his big white boots on his ex’s massive muscles. STOMP! STOMP! STOMP! War Lord grunts as his muscles absorb the blows. STOMP! STOMP! STOMP!

Vuk kicks his legs up. He tries to trip his ex down, but Master Peace catches them. Chris lifts the muscular limbs, steps over, and flips War Lord into a Boston crab. The Cave newbie groans as his back is punished. He tries to counter with a pushup, but Master Peace holds firm, using his weight to block the counter. Chris bounces a little, amping up the pain.

War Lord lets out louder groans as his back feels the pressure. His powerful body is bent the wrong way, his black boots being forced too close to ears. The muscleman moans. He growls. His hands form fists. Vuk summons all his strength. He lets out a roar as he suddenly kicks his legs and presses up. Master Peace tries to counter, but he’s forced off, stumbling forward.

Chris turns, immediately charging at War Lord. He doesn’t want to let him catch his wind. However, in his haste, he gets careless. Vuk pushes up, sending his big black boot into Master Peace’s unflexed abs. WHUMP! The surprise donkey kick catches Master Peace off-guard. Chris staggers back, hunched over, holding his stomach. War Lord rises to his feet.

Master Peace charges at War Lord for a shoulder block. The Cave newbie dodges just in time. Chris sails by, but Vuk is fast enough to grab the back of his white trunks as he passes. The white spandex stretches, but it holds. Master Peace stops in his tracks. War Lord pulls him back, dropping to one knee and slamming a forearm into Chris’ back. WHACK! UNH!

The big blow makes Master Peace wobble. War Lord spins behind his prey. Vuk stands, lifting the musclestud in white over his thick right shoulder into an over-the-shoulder backbreaker. ARGH! Chris hangs on his ex’s shoulder, dangling helplessly. The Cave newbie shows off some of his training, tightly gripping Master Peace by the armpits, making sure he can’t escape.

War Lord works the backbreaker by bouncing as he struts around the ring. Chris tries kicking to escape, but Vuk holds firm. With his counter a failure, Master Peace goes limp, his head hanging down in front and his boots swaying. He’s switched to endurance mode - just hang on and not submit. The Cave newbie can sense it. He bounces harder, punishing his ex.

Master Peace moans, but he’s not giving. Vuk suddenly starts spinning. He whirls the musclestud in white around. With his head upside down, the move is really dizzying and disorienting for Chris. War Lord lets go, sending the powerful muscleman flying. Master Peace sails across the ring, landing hard on his back. BOOM! He skids three more feet before stopping.

Chris lies motionless, his eyes closed. Never a good idea mid-match, but he’s trying to get his world to stop spinning. War Lord seizes the moment. He drags Master Peace up to his feet, immediately lifting his knee into Chris’ gut. THUD! OOF! When Chris bends forward, Vuk grabs him over the shoulder and between the legs. He lifts and drops Master Peace across his extended thigh in a gutbuster. THUD! OOF! I’m impressed by the Cave newbie again.

War Lord keeps the coughing musclestud hanging on his leg. He grabs the white trunks and pulls hard, wedging them deep into Chris’ butt crack until they disappear. Vuk spanks the smooth white butt cheeks, tanning Master Peace’s ass. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! I’m sure this is therapeutic for the musclehunk in black, whacking the ass of the man who betrayed him.

The stinging slaps keep coming. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! War Lord finally pushes Master Peace off. SPLAT! He drags Chris up. When he reaches one knee, Master Peace delivers a gut punch. THUD! The only response from Vuk is a vicious eye rake. SCREECH! “AH, YOU FUCKING BITCH!” War Lord just laughs at his ex’s reaction as he scoops him across his chest.

Vuk does a half-lap before stopping. He drops Master Peace over his leg into an over-the-knee backbreaker. KRAKT! Chris goes limp, moaning in pain. War Lord unties the white string in the waistband of his ex’s white trunks. With the big wedgie, the trunks are already at the base of Chris’ manhood. Vuk pulls the white trunks down more, letting his ex’s junk flop free.

War Lord jacks Chris’ cock, gripping it tightly as he caresses the stretched-out body hanging on his leg. Master Peace moans. Vuk leans down and sucks the tip, moving his hand between Chris’ legs. He fingers the suffering musclestud’s hole as he uses his tongue to get Master Peace hard. Despite the pain, the musclestud in white’s cock powers up on command.

Master Peace moans loudly, caught between pleasure and pain, unable to free himself. Vuk uses both hands to wrap the long white trunk string around the base of Chris’ manhood, binding it tight. The helpless musclestud won’t be able to go soft now. War Lord pulls the front of the trunks back up, mercilessly trapping the throbbing erect cock inside a white spandex prison.

Vuk pushes Master Peace off his leg. SPLAT! Chris rolls onto his side. He’s a whimpering mess, his right white boot rising and falling involuntarily. War Lord flexes over him, staring down at wrecked ex with a thin smile. Chris rises to hands and knees. He pulls the white trunks back into place from behind, giving him some comfort. The Cave newbie kicks him in the gut. THUD!

Master Peace does a flip onto his back and rolls onto his stomach. War Lord steps over him. He grabs a handful of hair, forcing Chris to rise to his knees. The dominant muscleman in black forces his arms under Master Peace’s armpits. He drags Chris up into a standing full nelson. Master Peace moans as he’s manhandled, forced to look down at his packed pouch.

The tight string will keep Chris’ white trunks packed no matter how much he suffers from here on out. War Lord shakes his ex back and forth. The motion has Master Peace barely able to stand up on his own two feet. After another round, only the power of Vuk is keeping Chris up. The musclehunk in black literally drags his weakened opponent to the corner.

War Lord uses the full nelson to slam Master Peace’s handsome face into the top turnbuckle. BOMP! He does it again. BOMP! And again! BOMP! BOMP! BOMP! BOMP! BOMP! Seven times in total. I don’t know if that’s coincidence or intentional, as that’s the same number of men in Vuk’s family that Chris slept with. Although at this stage, the symbolism is probably lost on the suffering musclestud fighting to remain conscious.

The dominant muscleman turns them, backing himself into the corner while maintaining the full nelson. Vuk puts his left black boot on the bottom rope and then his right. He does it again, rising to the middle rope. When he stands, War Lord lifts Master Peace with him. Chris’ white boots leave the canvas as his 225-lbs of muscle into the air, suspended in painful hold. ARGH!

Master Peace tries to kick, but War Lord leans back, counterbalancing the desperate attempt to escape. The pain has Chris screaming. Vuk holds on. The suspended musclestud cries out and then suddenly goes limp. War Lord lets go and his ex’s 225-lbs carcass plummets to the canvas and collapses in a heap. Vuk beats his chest like a gorilla, letting out a victory cry. WHOMP! WHOMP! WHOMP!

War Lord hops down, leaping over the unmoving muscleman. He grabs hold of the white boots, using them to drag Master Peace to the middle of the ring. Vuk plants his black boot on the Yang symbol on Chris’ magnificent chest. He flexes over the limp musclestud. Only the bound manhood trapped inside the white trunks is hard, otherwise Chris is out.

The towering musclehunk starts a performative flexing count.

“ONE!”

“TWO!”

“THREE!”

“FOUR!”

“FIVE!”

“SIX!”

“SEVEN!”

“EIGHT!”

“NINE!”

“TEN!”

The ten-count goes uninterrupted, officially cementing War Lord’s hard-fought victory.

Now, it’s time for stakes.

I wonder what the winner
has in store for the loser?


STAKES.

“WAKE UP!”

SPLASH!

Water crashes down on the unconscious loser. Chris sits up immediately. He shakes out his head. Once he’s fully awake, he curses to himself. Yeah, losing sucks, but this loss is especially bad for him. He buries his face in his hands, still muttering. I’m not sure he can really process what happened. Unfortunately, the Cave rules are clear and it’s time for him to pay up.

War Lord isn’t going to give him any time. He grabs a handful of hair and pulls the loser to his feet. Master Peace reluctantly but obediently rises to his feet. His junk swings free, his white trunks untied and stripped during his nap by the winner. Vuk roughly forces Chris to the corner. The victorious Vuk shoves his ex in hard, putting Chris’ back against the turnbuckles. CLANG! War Lord grabs Chris by the balls. He pulls down sharply. AH!

“I wanted to cage this in titanium and make you swallow the key, but they told me ‘no’. Liability or something.” Vuk lets go of the balls. He reaches down, grabbing a bag he’d stored under the ring. Pete probably put it there for him. The winner holds it in front of the loser’s face. “So, I had to get a little more creative.”

Master Peace swallows hard, but stays calm. Vuk goes to work. He pulls out a dog collar. “A little cliche, but it suits you.” He holds the collar open. “Lean into it, bitch.” Chris has no choice. War Lord snaps it on. “Turn around.” The loser obeys. The winner lubes his fingers and roughly forces them inside. Chris gasps as he’s penetrated, but he holds it together.

Trying to keep some dignity and deny his ex any satisfaction, Master Peace acts like he’s not upset. He mocks, “Do you need all this corny shit? I know you love drama, but I don’t need all this for your dick. Just fuck me and get it over with.”

War Lord toys with the loser’s hole. “I have no interest in fucking you. You were a lousy bottom when I didn’t hate you. Now that I know what you are, I’d go soft immediately.”

Master Peace relaxes, until the victorious Cave newbie holds up a giant butt plug. It’s long, thick, and shiny. The loser asks, “What the fuck is that thing?”

War Lord waves in front of the loser’s face. “Still, you need to be taught a lesson. And reminded of your place as a beta top.”

“NO! Wait! I’m a fucking top! Come on. It’s WAY too big for me.”

“LIAR! Always lying.” War Lord lubes the plug. “When I saw how much you liked The Bat’s monster dick, I ordered this especially for you.” Master Peace refuses, which earns him a hard spank with the oversized rubber phallus. SMACK! “Settle down, bitch. This is why they call it stakes. I won. I own you. Obey like a good beta bitch or else.”

The losing muscle stud does settle down, accepting his fate. He knows the deal and he agreed to it. Chris rests his pecs on the top turnbuckle. He grips the ringpost tightly. Vuk kicks Master Peace’s feet apart as he pushes down on the small of Chris’ back. The loser’s butt rises nicely, presenting to the winner and his big black butt plug.

The rubber tip slides in. Master Peace moans. He closes his eyes. I see him visibly try to relax. He grunts, pushing out as Vuk pushes the plug inside him. War Lord goes slowly, but constantly. He drives the butt plug inside. For all Chris’ self-control, he’s whimpering now. Gasping. The final inch until the fat end pops in has him softly crying. FUCK! The loser’s hole closes up around the narrow indentation, locking it in place.

War Lord says, “I expected more histrionics. Looks like you can take even bigger, bitch. Maybe even a second one.”

Chris cries, “NO! Please! I can’t. This one hurts so much.” He turns his head, revealing his tears. “I can’t. You’ll tear me apart.”

Vuk steps in. He licks the streak, “Salty. Good. From now on, no hiding your feelings, bitch. Otherwise, I will go harder.”

Realizing the danger of holding onto his pride, Chris swallows it. He says, “Yes, Sir.”

War Lord roughly spins the loser around so they’re face to face. Vuk gives Chris orders, and the loser obeys them immediately. He won’t risk punishment by copping an attitude. The winner works methodically with an obvious expertise. I bet he’s practiced this, maybe even with Ry and Pete. War Lord doesn’t stop barking until Master Peace is bound up tight in the corner.

It’s quite a sight.

Chris’ hands are pulled back and bound to the ringpost at the wrist. His shoulders are stretched, his back is arched against the turnbuckle, and his thick pecs stand up high. His boots are wedged behind the bottom rope, shackled to a spreader bar that runs under the steel cable. They’re going nowhere. And there are ropes securing him to the corner that crisscross his sculpted body and dig into the deep cuts of his muscles. This includes ropes that run over his hips, under his balls, between his legs, and around the middle turnbuckle.

Master Peace isn’t going anywhere. War Lord pulls out a cat-o-nine-tails. He flogs the loser’s smooth torso. Vuk growls, “I can’t hear you.” Chris cries out. He acknowledges the pain and humiliation of being whipped. His perfect physique is lined with red slashes. The winner stops. He caresses the gorgeous physique before stepping back. He grabs Chris’ semi-hard cock.

Despite everything, Master Peace gets really hard in his ex’s hand. The insatiable slut responds to the pleasure, moaning loudly as he’s milked. He tries to look down, but the dog collar is leashed to the ringpost, keeping his eyes up at the ceiling. With the loser hard and leaking, War Lord lets go. Maybe another ruined orgasm in the offing? War Lord blindfolds his ex. Hm.

The winner grabs a small metal box. He holds it up, but not toward the camera. He pints it in my direction. It’s almost like he’s showing it to me personally. Wait. I recognize that container. It’s the one that Pete showed me before the match. The one with the vitamins. I thought he was being weird, but now it’s part of the action? War Lord takes two.

What is he up to?

War Lord climbs the ropes on either side of the tied-up hunk. He forces two fingers inside Master Peace’s mouth. “That’s it, bitch. Let me in.” When he slides a third in, he forces the helpless loser to gag. “Yeah, that’s it. loosen up that throat. Good little bitch. Now, before I take what’s mine, I need to get your mind right.”

The muscular man in black takes one of the vitamins and puts it on the helpless hunk’s tongue. “And something to wash it down.” He spits into the gaping mouth. PTOO! War Lord then controls his ex’s chin, closing the lips together. Master Peace struggles but as the towering heel massages the loser’s Adam’s apple, the vitamin goes down.

Master Peace coughs as he asks, “WHAT WAS THAT?”

“I told you, bitch, something to get your mind right. Now, I need to get your cock right. You know I need my bitch’s cock solid.” War Lord repeats the process. Vitamin on tongue. Spit in mouth. Close and massage. The loser struggles but the pill goes down. “Too bad you’re blindfolded. That one was such a pretty shade of blue.”

“OH FUCK! You didn’t! You didn’t!” Master Peace visibly swoons. “You mother fucker. You drugged me?” He moans loudly. “Oh fuck! No. No. Oh. My head is spinning! My cock! My cock is too hard! IT HURTS!”

“Quit your whining. The effects won’t last long. Just long enough for me to take what’s mine.”

Oh shit. I get it now. And why Ry wanted to make sure I didn’t freak out. Bound and blindfolded, the helpless muscle hunk is physically and mentally wrecked. Perfectly open to suggestion. The placebo effect is immediate and strong. Master Peace is buying the whole deal. He’s moaning like he’s been drugged. And his throbbing dick is reacting like it, too.

After the ruined orgasm the last time and this whole deal, I’m realizing that War Lord likes mind games. And domination. Master Peace is completely out of his league. The victorious villain hops down and starts molesting the loser’s whipped body. The bound muscle hunk writhes violently as he’s manhandled. The ropes hold and he’s a helpless plaything for his evil ex.

The vicious villain pulls out a tube. He squirts something on Master Peace’s tender nipples. The loser goes wild, moaning about how it burns. The massive chest heaves and his nubs do stand out further from his body. War Lord flicks one nipple and the bound bodybuilder thrashes, gasping from just the small move. He’s really gone, lost into the fantasy. His cock starts to leak.

Master Peace whimpers as War Lord starts to toy with his chest. He tries to break free, but he’s going nowhere. He’s begging and moaning. The winner’s strong hands manipulate his chest. They work hard on the nipples, squeezing and pulling. When War Lord backs away, the nubs look huge, tortured and protruding at full mast, matching his dark purple dick.

War Lord punches the loser’s stretched out abs. THUD! THUD! THUD! Master Peace screams. The victorious Vuk grips his victim’s cock. “Yeah, look how big you are now.” He bats the throbbing member, causing the bound bodybuilder to whimper and struggle. WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! “Let’s keep it that way.” The victor laughs, “Oh wait, we already made sure of it.”

Master Peace moans, “Please, please let me go.”

“Shut up, bitch. You’re nothing but a human dildo. Got it? I’m going to use you and then I’ll throw you in a drawer.” The helpless hunk gasps at the threat. War Lord kneels down. He grips the throbbing shaft, surprising the blindfolded bodybuilder. As he moans, War Lord laughs, “Yes, I do love this dildo. Not my biggest, but the most beautiful.” He sheathes Chris’ cock with two tight condoms and lubes him up. “Can’t be too careful with a whore like you. Who knows what you’ve picked up from your johns?” As he works, Master Peace just moans. He’s given up struggling, accepting his role as his ex’s sex toy. “Yes, that’s it. Just stand there and I’ll do everything. As usual.”

“Please. Please. Please. Please.”

I have no idea what exactly Chris is begging for Vuk to do at this point, and he probably doesn’t either. I do know that the winner loves it. War Lord steps back, “Perfect. Just like a dildo nailed to the wall. Now, for a little music.” He pulls a remote out of the bag and pushes the button.

Chris starts howling as a faint buzzing sound makes its way to me. Oh, one of those vibrating butt plugs. With his mind completely fucked by the winner’s games, Master Peace cries out with a bunch of sounds. He can’t form words, just guttural noises. He tries to thrash and writhe, but he’s bound too well. His muscles tense and fight, but they lose every battle.

The victorious Vuk casually strips off his black trunks and lubes his hole. He turns around and lines up his ass. War Lord backs up, slowly penetrating himself. The bound and blindfolded loser moans as his throbbing cock is enveloped. It’s weird to realize that even if Chris had won, his cock would still be in Vuk’s ass, Just the circumstances would be very different.

War Lord tenses his ass cheeks and pumps his hips, riding Master Peace’s cock. He pushes another button on the remote. “Let’s spice this up. A little heat. A little electricity.” Chris’ cries get louder and higher pitched. Obviously, this plug has lots of settings. It’s big enough. The loser moans wildly as his ass is stimulated while his cock is getting used.

Master Peace manages to moan, “CUM! I CUM! I CUM!”

“I don’t care.”

War Lord keeps fucking his own hole with his ex’s cock. Chris gasps and cries out, obviously exploding into the two condoms inside Vuk. It doesn’t stop the alpha bottom from pleasuring himself. If anything, it accelerates his efforts. The winner even laughs, “You’re still rock-hard, bitch. Gotta love the miracles of modern science.”

Master Peace whimpers that it hurts as War Lord acts as a human milking machine. Vuk’s cock is hard, but he’s not touching it at all. Instead, he’s slamming his ass back into the bound musclestud’s pelvis. After another minute, Chris is crying out again. “CUM!” Again, his body violently. A second load is forcibly milked out of him. No ruined orgasms this time.

War Lord slides off. He grabs Chris’ still-hard cock. Master Peace whimpers as his ex uses the condom to jerk him. Vuk attacks the loser’s left nipple with his mouth as he pumps. No way is there a third load. Not this fast. In under a minute, Master Peace is screaming for Vuk to stop, but sure enough, he convulses, and he unleashes for the third time.

Tears stream from under the blindfold. War Lord licks them up then climbs the ropes. He jerks his cock. Vuk leans forward, bracing on the ringpost with his left hand and pumping with his right. “Yeah, for all you fans out there, this bitch hates sucking cock. Thinks only beta bottoms should do that. And he hates the taste of cum.”

War Lord aims his cock at Master Peace’s gaping mouth. “Open wide, bitch. You’re gonna take my load and hold it!” The winner quickly erupts, firing his hot white seed into Master Peace’s open mouth. “Yeah, hold it, bitch. Hold it!” Master Peace obeys, waiting as his mouth is filled. “Now swallow it!” The loser gulps down his ex’s cum like a good boy.

The winner hops down. He flexes for the cameras before grabbing his trunks and empty bag. He struts down the aisle, pausing to nod at me with a smile. When he disappears behind the curtain, Pete follows. In the ring, Ry capture a few final shots of the loser. The butt plug is still working on him, as is the placebo effect. I sigh. At least it’s finally all over between these two.

AFTER THE MATCH.




“Pete said he told you, Cody. Now, grab under Chris’ armpits so he doesn’t fly forward when I get this knot undone. I think all the ropes will fall away at once.”

I hold the muscle stud, “Got you, Chris. Just relax.” The loser loosens up. “Ry, Pete showed me vitamins, but he didn’t explain that they’d be used in the match. I just thought he was being weird. And he sure as hell didn’t explain why or how they’d be used.”

“Hold on, Cody. This knot is extra-tight. I really don’t want to have to cut the ropes.” Ry works for a few more seconds. “Yes. Got it. Okay, Chris. You’re almost free.”

I help my best friend untie Master Peace. Pete is in the back with War Lord, but I wanted to make sure Chris knew it was a placebo and that Ry knew I was annoyed at being kept out of the loop. The muscular loser is finally free. I help him stretch out his legs and then he walks it off around the ring. Ry and me hop out as my boyfriend Jae jumps in to work with Chris.

I tell Ry, “I would’ve understood what a placebo is.”

“I’m sure Pete knew that. Maybe it’s more that he didn’t think you’d approve.”

“Why wouldn’t I approve?”

“This whole Vuk-Chris thing is messy and crazy. You didn’t like it from the start.”

“By start, you mean when the muscle beast you had waiting in the wings launched a surprise attack on me and gave me a chokeslam and a piledriver after I’d already wrestled a three-round match and fucked Chris? That start? You’re right. I did not like that.”

Ry frowns, “I’ve told you like ten times that I’m sorry that it went that way. That was not the plan.”

“Your plan was based on me losing to Master Peace. Like, really? Any plan based on me losing is bound to fail.”

My best friend grins, “I can think of a plan based on you losing that succeeded.”

“Ha ha. Chris is not you. And if you think about it, your plan was to destroy me, but I’m actually happier and better in every way that matters. So, did it really succeed?”

“Hm. That's one way of looking at it.”

“It's true. Anyway, none of this is the point. This whole Vuk-Chris thing is ugly. It’s like you took what Chris did personally and it clouded your judgment. But I’m still the one who got the rematch booked. Not you. Not Pete. Me.”

Ry admits, “Yes, you did. Thank you for that.”

“You’re welcome. I didn’t judge Chris or act like he betrayed me. I was just human, concerned for a guy who went through something rough at our place. If I had cut him off, he would’ve disappeared. So, I basically bailed out your whole insane scenario, even though it wasn’t my taste. So, why would I sabotage it on filming day?”

“Cody …”

“You know that I’m right, Ry. You help some guys get over on other guys. Yes, I do, too, but I also tell you what’s happening. You don’t tell me anything anymore. I get why you hid the twins thing from me. That involved Jae and I absolutely would’ve blabbed. But we said no more secrets. On this one, you went around me. Twice. I don’t like it.”

Ry breathes in and then out. He says, “Cody, I’m impressed with how you’ve stepped up to help me run things these past couple of years. I think it’s why we’re so successful now. You’ve done more than I hoped for, and you do it better than I ever expected. Your work is exemplary.”

“Are you giving me a performance review? You remember that we’re equals, right?”

“I’m explaining. I love you; you’re my best friend. Like a brother to me.”

“I love you, too, Ry. I’m not questioning that. I’m only talking about The Cave.”

“Let’s talk The Cave, Cody. You know that we need to keep things fresh. You’re great at everything you do, but you’ve been surprisingly safe recently. Overly protective. You were worried for Young Love facing Kraken. You saved Xaq from Moneymaker. You didn’t want Brody and Ram facing off. You didn’t want Justin to face Toyboy. Or Valet. The list goes on.”

I frown, “Fine. I question certain matches, but those are only a few. And they all happened.” Ry opens his mouth, but I stop him. “Look, I’m not going to rehash every recent match with you.”

Ry grabs my shoulder, “Cody. Now that you’re so happy, I think that you want everyone and everything to be just as happy. Which is great and I get it, but drama sells. One of us has to be willing to be a little reckless and take risks. That used to be you and now it’s me.”

I cross my arms over my chest, offended. “Ry, that’s crazy. You’re the responsible one. I’m way more reckless than you.”

“You used to be, but you’re not now. And that’s okay. But don’t be surprised when guys go around you to me. I’ll always include you on important things, but sometimes I see opportunities you don’t. Like giving the guys a little freedom to push the envelope.”

I frown, “Ry, I don’t agree at all. I’m complaining about being left out, not about what Vuk did. You knew Pete would be a jerk when you had him tell me. If you’d just told me yourself, the stakes would’ve played out exactly the same and we wouldn’t need this conversation.”

“Don’t pout, buddy. I hear you and I apologize for underestimating you. I’ll do better. Now, I have footage to download, and you have a ring to clean up.” I open my mouth, but he cuts me off, “It’s not an order, Cody, it’s how we work. We have three jobs post-match. Pete and Jae are handling the wrestlers. You hate tech, so I’m downloading. That leaves cleaning for you. Although we've talked for so long, Jae will probably be able to help you out.”

“I wasn’t going to complain about cleaning. I was going to say that I want to continue this discussion during our weekly meeting next Saturday.”

Ry agrees and we hug it out. I join Jae and Chris. The losing wrestler’s good. Embarrassed but thinking big picture. He’s now free to wrestle whomever he wants in The Cave. And I’ll be happy to make that happen. Meanwhile, I’ve got Ry calling me too safe. Me! Hmph. Luckily, Jae is here, so I focus on him. He hands me the iPad with the signed release for Chris. I toss it on the table.

I sweep Jae into a kiss. He wonders what’s up, but I just tell him that I love him. After a quick but calming make out session, I feel better. Together, we grab the cleaning supplies and prepare the ring for the next match.

THE END.

21 comments:

  1. Again, DAMN!! That was very hot AND I have you edging deeper into Mangler territory 😁

    Seriously, a very well written psychological story with some excellent wrestling thrown in. I've always loved how you can develop story long term I'm not so good at that. I also love your character development.

    Look forward to the 1st and 15th of the month. Some get paychecks on those days, but my payday is hot Cave action.

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    1. Thanks! This one simmered so long that Chris and Vuk got a little crazier every time I touched it. LOL. I felt like I had to stretch, given the guys and their history. A simple match with regular stakes felt like a letdown to me.

      As a fan of yours, I take that as a compliment. However, I feel like Chris wouldn’t have been in the placebo group in the Mangler version, but otherwise, you might be right. LOL.

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  2. So hot! Loved the bondage with such a muscle stud. I was plumped up as I read it on a plane, scrolling past your hot pics, which my seat mate probably would not have appreciated!

    War Lord’s hanging Full Nelson reminded me of the Brooklyn Bodywrecker’s take out of Dino Serra at BG East. Wonder if that scene was your inspiration? As always there were a few language choices I intend to plagiarize from!

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    1. Wow, on a plane? BGEast is definitely the source for the hanging nelson, but I can’t say what specific match. I just always loved anything like that.

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  3. I’ve been waiting exactly four years and one month for this match – ever since War Lord and Master Peace debuted in “The Cave 26: The Bat vs. Master Peace” on January 1, 2020. (I still love those character names, by the way – pure GENIUS!) László Király and Alessandro Cavagnola are two of my favorite bodybuilders, and you know how much I love evenly-matched bodybuilders going at each other! :)

    I saw the headline for this story right before I logged in at work this morning, and I actually logged off early today to read it because I couldn’t concentrate on my job due to the anticipation! The end of the diner section -- where Chris said, “THE match. I want Vuk. In the ring. Best two out of three. Sex stakes. Master Peace vs. War Lord. Time to end it and get my Cave career back on track.” – literally made me quiver with eagerness! You’ve become REALLY good at these pre-match conversations and bravado, such as last month’s story when Brody said to Cody with a grin about Ram, “Of course, today, he’s all mine,” and when Ram said to Cody about Brody, “He’s going to get everything I’ve got, and I know he’ll bring the same; you’re going to like this one.” :)

    What’s so interesting about the Chris and Vuk dynamic is that it’s like a twisted version of Brody and Ram’s relationship. Rather than two evenly-matched bodybuilders developing a love for each other out of mutual respect and competitiveness, we have two evenly-matched bodybuilders who had a love but that turned into hatred for each other out of disrespect and betrayal. Whereas Brody and Ram developed a camaraderie and support one another, Chris and Vuk seek only vengeance and try to humiliate each other.

    This story really advanced Chris and Vuk’s characters. We got a much deeper look at their personalities. Chris is unabashedly self-centered and has virtually no moral compass, which he uses to justify his actions, but he’s more than just a narcissist. He actually displayed certain vulnerabilities, and the friendship he’s developed with Cody is somewhat surprising. Vuk, on the other hand, lets his hatred justify his actions, but his personality is so deep and murky that it’s difficult to see what lies beneath. He so easily switches from passive victim to brutal sadist and from polite gentleman to powerful rage monster that it’s hard to determine who he truly is. He’s definitely more than the moral wet blanket that Chris says he is, but did Chris’s actions make him sinister, or has he had a dark side all along? I don’t entirely trust him, and I’m very interested to see where his character goes. (Also, will there be a Character Card for Vuk at some point?)

    My only critique of this story is that the match seemed to fall a little short of the amazing character development and set-ups you've put into it. I felt like the incredible amount of animosity you built between Chris and Vuk beginning four years ago – coupled with how equally-matched and powerfully-built they are – would’ve resulted in a more epic confrontation, with more “big boys doing big boy things”. However, the match ended up having about 5-7 moves per round for Chris (not including stomps), and Vuk had only 1 real move in the first round and just 3 moves in the second round – although he ended up dominating the third round with over a dozen moves. Contrast that with the Brody vs Ram match last month, in which each man averaged about 15 moves per round (although Brody had 0 moves in Round 2 due to Ram’s surprise attack). I definitely understand that all matches can’t be hard-hitting marathons, and it can be very difficult to decide on a winner between two such evenly-matched and muscular opponents, but if ever there was a scenario for an epic match, this was it! It was a fascinating read, though, and I very much enjoyed it. Hopefully this isn’t the last time these two meet in the ring. ;)

    Great job as usual, Alex. Thank you as always for sharing your world with us!

    -JS

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    1. Thanks for the in-depth analysis. Yeah, the action, like stories, can go on and on, but I don’t think that’s always a good reading experience. I grew up with two-minute squashes on Saturday morning, so I’m cool with brevity. This particular match wasn’t like Brody/Ram. This was a hate-filled grudge match and for me, those are usually shorter. You could even have a one-move fall. They’re sprints, short bursts at 100% ferocity, rather than slow or methodical.

      On Vuk, I think we are all more than one thing. There’s the old saying that’s something like, “circumstance rules men, men do not rule circumstance”. Vuk can’t be a rage machine 24/7 or he wouldn’t have any friends, but he was pushed hard. However, he is obviously an intense dude.

      And for Chris, people rationalize their bad behavior all the time and he’s obviously skilled at it. He’s a cool guy to hang around, probably a ton of fun, just don’t trust him or get in a relationship with him. LOL.

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    2. Ah, that makes sense. It was more of a "fight" than an actual "match", and most fights are over pretty quickly. Plus the humiliation was the focus of this story over the action. :)

      Chris and Vuk are two of the most interesting characters you've created. When Chris was first introduced, I thought he would be a one-note character. I figured he'd be so cocky and full of himself that he could never be friends with anyone or display any kind of emotional vulnerabilities, but he turned out to be a pretty cool guy (if a little morally misguided). Chris went from one note to a full song, but Vuk is an entire symphony! There are so many layers to him. He willingly bottomed just to torture his ex-lover after their grudge match, and he simultaneously flirted with and intimidated Cody between rounds of that same match. Talk about multi-tasking! Couple that with the dichotomy of his manners/malice, morality/sadism, and pacifism/rage, and you have an amazingly complex and fascinating character.

      The conversation between Cody and Ryan at the end of the story was also very intriguing. You’ve introduced a lot of great new characters to The Cave universe recently, and they've all been nice guys. Even the “heels” that were introduced in prior Cave stories (like Xaq and Chris) are “breaking good” -- which I love, by the way. I like the fact that everyone can be civil to each other and hang out together after their matches -- except maybe Pete, lol! This story was a bit darker than your recent work (other than “Ruining a Master Peace”, or course), and it feels like The Cave is getting back to its roots – back to the days of true villains like Miguel, Trent, evil Ryan, and original Xaq. It’s also interesting to see the quasi role reversal that’s happening between Cody and Ryan.

      Great stuff! :)

      -JS

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    3. I think that the only person Pete can’t hang out with is Cody. LOL. He despises Cody and Cody dislikes him.

      I like to mix up the style and tone, so the next story is happy. The one after that is a mix (I think it’s mostly fun, but others might not think so because the wrestling is a brutal grudge match, but I had fun writing it and it’s a great showing for Cody). The one after that is 100% pure joy from beginning to end.

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  4. love it when a dominant wrestler gets treated like a total jobber to the point that I actually thought Vuk might lose. Made the final comeback all the more sweeter.

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    1. Thanks! Yeah, Vuk was in big trouble. Chris got too excited, humiliating his ex before making sure he got the win.

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  5. This one was everything! From the character work to the actual wrestling I really enjoyed myself! Chris is cool af honestly just not someone to date I could understand why Cody & him would be friends, & I wouldn’t be opposed to another match between the 2, in that same breath Vuk is a whole lot of fun & I also enjoyed his dynamic with Cody I found that to be a great deal of fun, he’s an actual power bottom those are rare & few in this world War Lord Vs The Bat is a must! This is 1 of my favorite matches I love when the characters get personal! I feel Cody actually needs a match like this & maybe he’ll understand what Ryan is talking about with him calming down something personal hard hitting fast paced match to wake up the fire.

    Now another note Cody & Ryan (dare I ponder if this is leading to a rematch…. Would be fun but I know it’s canon in universe even off panel Ryan always kicks Cody’s ass in their matches which Im not mad about at all keeps him humble but a Bane & Bat rematch would also shake the table) now their little tiff I get where Ryan is coming from I agree Cody has mellowed a lot which is great for him on a character development level but I do miss when Cody was in the trenches with the drama! Cage launched on Cody being messy & controlling & even we as the fans didn’t even get that Cody for long because Bane humbled him with the quickness. However Ryan shouldn’t try & manipulate Cody either that’s not cool, IDK I feel at 1st Cody did have a lot to make up for in their friendship but these days I feel he does make a lot of exceptions to keep Ryan happy, like him & Pete hate each-other, Pete talks about Cody like a dog & Ryan just ignores it on both fronts without even attempting to resolve the beef he honestly created, while also forcing them in constant close proximity, something like that would make me question my BFF but they choose to just never really address it & thats just the 1st example I can think, I hope him & Ryan stay good, but Ryan does have a dark side & a temper that needs to be a tad quelled aswell I agree the set up with Chris did seem personal sure it works for money but I get why Chris would be a tad put off by what he did helping his ex get 1 over on him while also trying to set up Cody for failure in the process not cool!

    Loved this story!

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    1. Wow, thanks! Love these comments with deep analysis. You guys are thinking more about these characters than I do! LOL.

      I’m glad Chris seems cool. He’s the villain in the relationship with Vuk, but he would be a cool friend to have. And Vuk is intense, but yeah, I think he’s fun in his own way, too. He’s pretty flirty with Cody who can always give it right back. I wouldn’t want to date either of them, but they’re still fun.

      Cody and Ry are having a disagreement. Not sure it’ll lead to a full on fight. Ryan has to work through something.

      As for Ryan not stepping in with Cody and Pete, that’s a great point, but he figures that Cody can handle himself and doesn’t want to upset Pete. As long as they don’t actually physically fight, Ry won’t do anything. And I like them together. When Cody narrates, Pete is kind of my Major Frank Burns character (from MASH if anyone doesn’t know).

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  6. The end of this story was clear from the moment Chris made his fatal mistake. For me, I'm sad Chris lost and kind of lost interest at that point. I don't agree he is the villain after being subjected to a sneak attack and torture that he obviously didn't know was coming in the previous story.

    As I was commenting a few stories ago, Ryan is becoming more and more like old Cody. I still think he has unresolved anger issues from the trauma he experienced. He needs to find a better way to deal with it than provoking/helping other people to commit similar acts that traumatized him.

    Also, as JS stated above, your stories have been taking.a darker turn. You might need to think about putting a disclosure on them about that these are all fantasies and to always get consent before engaging in certain activities. It's never been stated explicitly, but I am assuming whatever paperwork these guys are signing includes a blanket consent to whatever happens in stakes matches because this one went a little far with the vitamin stuff. Cody is right to be worried considering it's his ass on the line if there's ever a lawsuit.

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    1. Appreciate your perspective. It’s interesting to see how people interpret things.

      I don’t see the shift. I’ve always had a mix of tone. Out of 26 stories since my return in 2023, I only see three stories that weren’t positive (MP/WL (x2) and Ryker/Mateo). Even Beau’s return was pretty nice as Beau faced Zeke and Buck faced Keith. The original Beau at the ranch stories were way nastier. And Mateo has always been nasty, setting guys up, so that’s not a shift. So, if anything, I feel like I’ve been more positive. I know you found Valet/SH concerning, but Justin clearly had fun and was cool with Val because he’s willingly filming content with him post-match.

      I sure hope that every reader already knows that these stories are fantasy without me telling them. The wrestling stuff alone would literally kill folks. But then again, there are people who need to be warned that hot coffee is hot so they shouldn’t put it between their legs while driving.

      The Cave is all about consent. Guys sign up to have the whole experience and that’s reinforced by either post-match epilogues or their willingness to return. I don’t think I show non-consensual stuff outside of superhero stories, where evil people are gonna do evil things. I re-wrote the only exception that I can remember when I moved from Bard’s group to here.

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    2. I should probably clarify a bit. Until the last couple of years when you returned, I was exclusively a Cave story reader. If there have been other times of darker tales, I wouldn't have known about them and I haven't read any of your stories that are posted only on other sites. Maybe it's time to check some of those out to get a fuller view of your catalogue.

      I am a sensitive person who tends to view things from a place of concern for people's mental well-being. That's a me thing and shouldn't be a reason to change how you craft your stories. I do like to put it out there because life is complex and all perspectives are have merit.

      Thanks for always indulging me. :)

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    3. Of course! I appreciate our dialogue. (Adam and I communicate via email as well). And I appreciate another POV (as long as it’s respectfully provided … these are free stories posted as a hobby, after all). I don’t post stories anywhere else (other than re-posting a few non-Cave stories on Gay Demon).

      Author intent isn’t always how readers receive stuff. I did become more sensitive to consent at some point, which is why I try to show Cody, Jae, et al doing pre-, during, and post-match check-ins somewhat frequently. And I changed the Ryan/Josh encounter in Cave 2. However, I’m not a psychiatrist, psychologist, or otherwise trained mental health professional, so I wouldn’t expect anything too deep or particularly correct. I have an upcoming Ryan story where he gets analyzed by another character and it will seem like complete crap to anyone in those areas. LOL.

      You might not want to check out some of the other series. LOL. Especially not R69 Bad Boys, which might be traumatizing. I tried something different, don’t think it worked, but I wrote an epilogue to try to put a positive spin on it. If you do read it, start with the epilogue maybe as it retroactively improves a few of the earlier stories. But really, I’d say you shouldn’t read it.

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    4. I actually did read the two Bad Boys stories that were linked in the Ryker story from last year because I wanted to know the history there. You're right, I didn't really like the tag match, but reading it before the epilogue made the epilogue better.

      You are the writer and should write the stories the way you want. It's one thing.to take reader's comments and page views into consideration for future storylines; it's quite another to let it completely dictate your narrative.

      Thanks for the heads up on the future Ryan story. I will be sure to put my patient hat on when I read it. LOL

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  7. A bit late to the party but what an excellent story!

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  8. This was very hot. The wrestling, the action after, the mind games. Master Peace said he liked his chest played in the last story and I guess War Lord would know it! Also, the Cody and Ryan stuff was neat. Had you been planting the seeds for this all this time, or did this come to you lately? Cuz Ryan mentioned some matches that were some time ago!

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    1. Thanks! Yes, a bitter ex is the worst (or best) for stakes, since they know all your buttons.

      I definitely have been working on the Cody/Ry flip for a long time. Not this path specifically … but the idea that they are swapping certain personality traits has been in my head for years. I think Buck was the first one to express it years ago (real-time, months ago in Cave time).

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