The Cave 31: Bane vs. Cage 3

WEDNESDAY NIGHT. ZUT ALORS BOITE. LOS ANGELES CA.

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

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

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

Luke starts with a softball, “We’re getting close to your 30th birthday, Ryan. The big 3-0.”

“I know. It’s crazy.” Is this about the party? I lean forward, “So, you know how Cody’s pulling together a big rooftop bash?” Luke nods. I hesitantly ask, “Is that okay? He didn’t ask if I had plans. Just announced he was doing it. My mom’s even flying in from Philly. I can’t say no.”

Luke asks, “Would you have said ‘no’ if I had other ideas?” I frown. He shrugs, “It’s Cody’s right as your best friend to arrange the night and probably safer than anyone else trying.” I relax until he adds, “Speaking of birthday plans, who are you planning on going home with?”

I sigh. Here it is. “Luke …”

The sexy ex-military stud holds up a hand, “Sorry, man. It sounded better in my head.”

“I get the sense that you have something to say.”

“I do. I like you, Ryan. You know that. But you also know that I was expecting some clarity on our status by this point. I don’t want my heart broken and the longer we go on, the more real and likely that becomes. I’ve been upfront all along. Either commit to me or we should end it.”

“Luke …”

“Let me get through this.” I nod. He continues, “I love what we do. I’m your guy for sports, symphony, fancy restaurants. I’m the guy who keeps you from being a third wheel when you hang with Cody and Jae. And the sex is awesome. The way you’ve been extra passionate the past couple of weeks gave me a little hope, but you’re still not ready to make a decision.”

I admit, “I’m not. I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay. You’ve been honest from day one. I was waiting for your 30th birthday as the last milestone where I thought, ‘he’ll make a choice by then’. Now, I’m not sure that you will ever be ready. At least not with me. Or that I’ll ever be enough for you. I feel like I have my role and that’s as good as it’s going to get.”

I let that hang, unsure how to respond.

Luke says, “I’ve been thinking about this. A lot. I’ve been looking at this as all or nothing. Commit to me or we’re done. And while you’re not ready to commit, I’m not ready to be done. I like my role in your life, and you also have a role in my life. You’re my guy for all the same stuff. We know what we are, so I think there’s a middle ground where we both can be happy.”

“Really?”

“We end the romance but stick to our roles. Two guys who go to games, dinner, all the things we love to do together, but without the future hanging over our head. No commitment to talk every day or even see each other every week.” I have a question, which Luke anticipates, “And we can still fuck when we want. Just not at the same time. At least not at first.”

“What does that mean?”

“It means when we hang out - go to a game or our favorite restaurant or whatever - we go as bros. Pay our own way. Have fun. When we hang out, we don’t fuck. And when we fuck, we don’t hang out. We hook up, do it, and that’s it. I need separation. In the military, I learned how to compartmentalize. I need to do that now with you or it’s never going to work.”

“Okay.”

“Look, that’s what I’m proposing. I will be actively searching for ‘the one’. I’ll blow you off for dates with the potential to be my one. You’ll have to be cool with that. If either of us find the right man, no jealousy. No hard feelings. Hell, I’ll be one of your groomsmen, if you ask me. If you have an epiphany and want to date me exclusively, let me know. But in the meantime, we’ve got clear rules of engagement. We are officially just good friends.”

“Wow.” I think about Pete and how much he hates a very similar relationship. Although he sticks with it, so maybe he doesn’t really hate it. I ask, “And that would work for you? Because it’s tougher than it seems.”

“I think so. You’re thinking of Pete, aren’t you?” I nod. He leans in, “I’m not Pete. And I don’t intend to end up like him. Missing out on life and love. That's the point.”

“What does that mean?”

“Ryan. You know that Pete is in love with you.” Luke pauses, clearly holding back saying more on that topic. He shrugs, “If it isn’t working for me, I’ll let you know.” Luke smiles softly, “I’m going to wash my hands. Think on it. You decide if we stay and eat or if you think we should leave.”

“Okay.”

When Luke stands up, he adds, “Oh, and it starts tonight. So, separate checks. And don’t be shocked when I order. I plan to eat a ton if we stay, since I will be going home alone.”

I think it through. It does sound doable. It’s not that different than what I have with Pete, so I know that I can do it. And if it keeps Luke in my life, that’s a win. However, I was expecting to buy dinner and fuck Luke tonight. Hard. He’s right, I have been extra sexual with him lately. With all my guys, actually. I’m too horny to just go home. I grab my phone and send a text.

“late notice but can you wrestle tonight”

Just as Luke returns, my phone vibrates. I see the response.

“yes”

Luke sits down with a smirk, “Corey or Pete?”

I shake my head, “Neither.” I put my phone away knowing nothing more needs to be texted. I focus on the man in front of me. “Luke, thank you. I think it sounds fair and if it’s what you need, I’m in. I don’t ever want to hurt you. I love spending time with you, so I’m glad I’m not losing you out of my life.” I extend my hand and we shake on it.

“Great. I’m starving. Let’s order. Buddy.”

At the end of the evening, we wait at the valet stand. Luke asks, “So, who is he?”

“Who?”

“The lucky guy who’s getting your ass tonight?” I look confused, but he calls me out, “C’mon. I know you. You ordered one of my usuals and you have a doggy bag. A doggy bag! That never happens.” I’m 6’4”/250 lbs, so I guess it is weird. “You ate like I normally do before you and I head back to my place.”

I shrug, “I don’t understand what you’re asking.”

Luke smirks, “Ryan. You’re an alpha top who just ate like a bottom. Who’s the guy?”

Crap, the muscle boy valet
overheard that, didn't he?

I realize that the sexy muscleboy valet overheard all of this as he takes my ticket. He’s a stud with a muscular 5’7”/160 lbs body. I know that he heard, because the young stud hungrily checks me out. I blush. I pull Luke aside, “Oh. It’s not like that. When you said sex was off the table tonight, I scheduled a match. No one you know. I just don’t want to wrestle on a full stomach.”

Luke sarcastically replies, “Wrestling. Uh huh. Sure.”

OUTSIDE THE CAVE WAREHOUSE.

“Hello, Bane. Trying to catch me by surprise?”

I laugh, “A good idea, but no, this is just as much of a surprise for me. I’m glad you’re free for an impromptu match. I just needed to wrestle.”

The handsome Black muscleman nods but doesn’t probe.

I had to grab my gear and prep a bit, so Cage beat me here. Of course, I don’t actually know where he was coming from. I doubt he lives around here, but he might live closer than me. I use the fob to lock my car as the 6’1” / 230-lbs muscleman approaches.

I say, “I hope you weren’t waiting long.” Cage confirms that he just arrived, too. I give him a big hug. He notices something, “There’s something on your keys.”

“Oh? I was out at dinner with one of my - uh - friends. A friend. I was out with a friend. At Zut Alors. Do you know it?” Cage shakes his head. “It’s nice. Anyway, it’s a valet tag.”

“Yes, I see that. I meant that there is something written on the tag.”

I look at it and involuntarily smile. It’s the name ‘Mano’ and a phone number. “Hm. Oh, must be the valet. Cute little muscleboy. Flirted with me, but I thought that was just him being playful for a bigger tip. I guess not. He overheard part of a conversation and … never mind.”

“You seem happy about it.”

“Well, it’s always nice to be noticed. Although I think he has the wrong idea.” Cage doesn’t say anything, but I still feel like I should say more, “He heard my - uh - friend say something that might’ve given him the wrong impression. Led him to believe that -” I stop. “Sorry. Don’t know why I’m rambling. It’s not important.” I stare at the tag. “Huh.”

“You’re considering calling him.”

I admit, “I am.” I add, “For The Cave.” Cage nods and I get the sense he doesn’t believe that last part. I’ve started accepting that after just a couple of weeks of knowing me, he is already one of the men in my life who can see right through me. I drop my car keys into my bag and grab my keys to The Cave. “But not tonight. Tonight, there’s only one man I’m interested in.”

“Good. Let’s get changed.”

PRE-MATCH.

I tried attacking his pecs. They’re so big, meaty, and gorgeous. Like sirens, they lured me in. I thought I’d broken them down, went for a heart punch, he reversed it, and I ended up giving. I tried wearing him down. He sweats a lot and breathes hard. I figured his endurance was lacking. That might’ve worked, but I think he pulled a rope-a-dope on me. I lost again.

This is our third match in less than two weeks, I’ve barely had time to formulate new strategies. I have a mentor, but he’s busy and I’m busy, so we’ve only met once. I’m on my own, but I’m smart, strong, and skilled. My best friend Cody introduced me to wrestling when I was 10 and I’ve been doing it ever since. No one is unbeatable. I should be able to solve for Cage.

Not that it’s been all that bad. Maybe that’s the problem. I’m a competitive guy. I want to win, and I hate losing. When my fire ignites, I’ve been nearly unstoppable. Especially in the ring. The only other guy where I’ve been okay losing a real match recently is Dustin. But that was a very unique set of circumstances. There was so much emotion there that it wasn’t about wrestling.

Now with Cage, it’s the same, but different. I lose and it doesn’t ignite a fire in me. I don’t understand it. I’m not the type who’s okay with losing and getting fucked. And I don’t want to be. After our first match, Cage told me that I was worth it. I didn’t get what he meant, other than it was a big compliment in his eyes. Now, I’m focused on living up to it instead of revenge.

Today, we’ll see if the third time is the charm. I’ve worked on a specific attack. Cody always says, focus on one body part and break it down. That strategy failed with his pecs, but what about his legs? They’re tree trunks, but every leg, no matter how muscular, has soft tissue, joints, and weaker areas to attack. It’s how he beat me just six days ago.

It’s how I will win today.

We’re changing together by the ring. No need for modesty or mystery after two sex stakes matches. Today, Cage is in fresh white trunks and knee all with a red bull symbol on the front. His boots are shiny white patent leather. The gear practically shines under the ring spotlights. And it pops against his flawless brown skin. I need to moisturize more. Not important. I can’t take my eyes off him as he stretches, lacing my boots by muscle memory.

I’m wearing black trunks with a Bane symbol in front, face mask that leaves my nose, mouth and chin exposed, and black pro wrestling boots. I’m switching it up, having done a singlet and tights in our first matches. I had full face masks, but the lace up one was cumbersome, and the spandex one still meant it was all or nothing. Now, I can kiss him with my mask on. Or he can kiss me.

We’ll see which way it goes.

GETTING STARTED.

We bounce around the ring, testing the ropes. Neither of us are talking. Just stretching and warming up. Getting the blood flowing and our muscles pumped. I’m psyching myself up. I assume that he’s doing the same. After two losses, I need to focus on my wrestling. After getting sort of dumped tonight, I want to focus on my wrestling. Take my mind off Luke.

I’m deep in thought when I feel arms come around from behind. Cage squeezes me in a tight, but not crushing, reverse bearhug. I groan and sink against him. He grinds his bulge into my ass. The musclehunk kisses my neck. I melt as my hands caress his powerful forearms. His hands switch from the bearhug to caress my stomach and pecs. I savor the moment.

Cage slides his hand down. He cups my bulge. I’m semi-hard. He gently massages my manhood. I moan encouragement. I let him toy with me. He suddenly spins me around. The big musclehunk pushes me back to the corner where he presses his incredible body against me, pinning me against the turnbuckles. He grabs behind my head, pulling me in for a kiss. I melt.

The musclehunk breaks our liplock, “You sure you’re up for wrestling, Bane? You seem distracted.”

I smile, “Yeah, I am. I let my mind wander a bit, but I’m good.”

I’m not sure if Cage believes me. He backs up and lifts his arms into the air. “Let’s try a test of strength. Something simple and primal to improve focus.” I nod. As I step out of the corner, I raise my hands. I’m at a physical disadvantage, but that’s a nice change. Yeah, I’ve got the height, but his chest, shoulders, and arms are thicker and more powerful than mine.

A test of strength isn’t entirely physical. It’s mental, too. There’s a strategy. I’ve seen my best friend Cody win against stronger guys. I can do that, too. Our hands come together, but I immediately back off. He wiggles his fingers and I step back in. I watch my left-hand fingers slide between his right hand fingers. We press palms. I snap mine fingers down. He matches me. Even with just one hand, we’re already pressing and shifting for leverage.

We go through the same careful setup on the other side. Cage pulls his hand away. I don’t chase it. I make him come to me. The musclehunk brings his arm forward and we slap hands. SMACK! Our fingers wave then drop. As soon as our fingers lock, the test of strength starts. We turn to look at each other. We know where our hands are. No need to watch them.

Sweat builds up quickly. Our grunting fills the empty arena. I rise onto my toes, surprising him. I get the advantage. I’m moving my hands, controlling the angle and position. Keeping the powerhouse bodybuilder off-balance. Cage is reacting, not leading. He’s grunting louder. Sweat already showing on his rich brown skin. He’s frowning, but his eyes are smiling.

Cage suddenly steps into me. His arms go back, a bad position for him, but our bodies collide. WHOMP! The impact forces me backward. He does it again. WHOMP! Our chests bash. This time, I can hold my position. We step back simultaneously. We both step in, smashing bodies for a third time. WHOMP! We bounce off. Fuck, that felt great. I’m smiling and he’s grinning.

As I stare at him, Cage is focused on the test of strength. Before I know it, he powers my hands back, taking control. Fuck! I’m forced down, making him taller. I brace, throwing my left boot back in a kick stand. I fight to get to neutral hands. I can’t do it, but I’ve steadied myself. I’m not losing any more ground. Still, he’s in the dominant position, so time is on his side.

I lean forward into the lunge. I push up. He steps in. My face slams into his flexed chest. SMACK! Cage’s sweat coats my face. His scent fills my nose. As I push, my lips slide over his smooth skin. I rise, getting my hands level with his. My eyes are at his full lips. I growl as I fight. He roars and suddenly, I’m forced down onto one knee. PLOP! Fuck, that was so fast.

Cage is right there, keeping up the pressure. My face rests on stomach. The mighty bodybuilder’s midsection is like a brick wall. Just as hard, with his six-pack abs stacked in an unbreakable wall. Again, I’m distracted by the smell and taste of his sweat. I’m fighting to hold position while also fighting to NOT lick his abs. Maybe I should. Maybe it would distract him.

The powerful bodybuilder is one step ahead of me. He taunts, “Go ahead, lick Big Daddy Cage’s abs, Bane. You chose the right mask for it.”

I grunt, unable to respond. What can I even say? I bow my head to remove the temptation. If it’s not going to give me an advantage. I’m not going to give him the satisfaction of seeing me kneel and drink in his intoxicating sweat. I’m not going down like a chump. Despite what Luke said, I did not eat like a bottom tonight. I’m not just handing this magnificent man my ass.

My hands are down near my shoulders. I’m on one knee. Head bowed. I’m not coming back from this. So, I won’t. I shift my right hand out, surprising him. I push my right shoulder forward into his abs. THUD! I flip our hands, giving him a better position, but only if I stay like this. I don’t. I stand up, hoisting him onto my shoulder. I shrug, throwing him over with a back body drop. Our hands separate and Cage lands on his back. BOOM! I stumble forward and away.

I turn to face him, ready to charge in or for him to charge me. Cage is in a sexy crouch, ready for me if I move in. He’s not coming at me, just nodding and waiting. He says, “Nice counter.”

“Thanks, my best friend taught it to me.” I realize that I’m smiling, pleased that the mighty bodybuilder liked it. My chest puffs out and I relax. I shake out my wrists and pace. “And thanks to you, too. That was a great idea. I feel more focused already.”

Cage nods, “Then let’s wrestle.”

WRESTLING CAGE.

We circle the ring. I’m bouncing on the balls of my feet like a boxer. I’m still full of nervous energy. Cage is pacing more methodically. His stare is intense. Sizing me up. My best friend Cody and my boyfriend Corey can see through me. I think Cage can, too. He knew exactly how to get me ready to wrestle with just a simple suggestion. Maybe I’m just not that complex.

As we move in, I decide to test my strategy. No point in giving him a chance to take control of the match. I dive in, dropping to one knee. I grab his right leg and topple him down. I lock his ankle under my armpit, lifting my forearm and fist up my chest to secure it in place. I stand up, leaning back. The musclehunk is suspended by his ankle as I hyperextend the joint.

Cage grunts. He kicks me in the stomach with his free boot. THUD! I grunt and stumble. He lifts his boot, catching me under the chin with his heel. CRACK! I lose his leg before staggering backwards against the ropes. I’m seeing stars. Cage rolls up. My head clears fast, but I play possum, sitting on the middle rope, shaking out my head as I test my jaw.

I must fool him, because the muscular powerhouse comes at me to seize the advantage. I combine the power of my legs and the tension of the ropes to throw myself at him like a battering ram. Cage freezes, but it’s too late to counter. I slam into him with 250-lbs of flying muscle. WHAM! OOF! We crash down to the canvas with him taking the brunt of the impact.

Moving as fast as I can, I grab his right leg again. I stand up. This time, I pin his other boot to the canvas by standing on it. I’ve got his legs wide open. Sexy. I twist on his right boot, wrenching the ankle. Focus, focus, focus. Cage slaps the mat in pain and frustration. He tries crunching up, but he can’t get his big paws anywhere near me. I keep the pressure on.

Knowing how smart and tough he is, I can’t linger on any one hold too long. I stop twisting and drop down. I drive my knee into the smooth, sexy flesh of his inner left thigh. THUMP! AH! Cage moans. He tries to close up his legs, but I keep his right leg pointed at the ceiling. I rise up and drop again, hitting the same spot. WHOMP! AH! I spring back to my feet, still holding his right boot.

I use his boot to pull him to the ropes. I force his right ankle on the middle rope. He’s squirming and fighting, so I can’t lock it in place with the top rope, which was my plan. I improvise by driving my black boot into his groin on the right side. STOMP! STOMP! STOMP! He’s tensing, but that’s definitely the softest spot on his powerful legs. I turn to try the ropes again, but he successfully pulls free.

Cage is scooting backwards on his magnificent muscular butt. I move in. When I bend over to grab his right boot again, he kicks up, but I see it coming. I grab his boot and use it to quickly flip him over onto his stomach. He’s on his front, giving me the chance to fold his ankles over one another. I push them forward, forcing his heels to his butt. I lean in, using my weight to secure them in place.

The musclehunk pushes up to force me off, but my 250-lbs of muscle holds. He grunts as his knee strain from the force. I get his boots pressing onto his mountainous ass. Fuck, that’s hot. I want it so bad, but I need to win for that to happen. Cage pushes up again. He underestimates my wingspan, because I’m able to reach out and grab under his chin. AH! I pull back.

I’ve got him staring at the ceiling with his legs trapped. He has to support himself with one hand to ease the pressure, leaving him with only one hand to try a counter. With him on his stomach, legs locked, and body bent backward, all he can grab is my hands under his chin. He tries to pry them off. I’m locked in. He feels for a loose finger to bend, but I dig the tips into the backs of my hands to protect them.

The muscleman’s groans are getting louder. I can’t hold him forever and he’s not going to give this early to this hold. One hand isn’t doing it for him, so Cage reaches his support hand up. I let go suddenly. He falls forward, his big pecs and face hitting the canvas. SPLAT! I release his legs but grab the right one. I rise up, lifting his leg with me. His hips leave the canvas as he hangs by his boot.

I apply an ankle lock, twisting harder. Dirk Danger does this as his finisher in the WWL, but I’m not as good at it as the former Olympian is. Still, the way the bodybuilder is moaning and pounding the canvas tells me that it’s working. AH! BAM! UNH! BAM! Cage tries to lift his free leg to kick at me, but he can’t get any real force on it. I keep the pressure on the ankle lock.

Cage resists as he lies on his heaving pecs, his face pressed in a puddle of his sweat. He plants his forearms. They’re tensed, the veins popping on the thick muscles. His hands are fists. Maybe it’s to withstand the pain, but I know that he never stops searching for a counter. I twist his ankle quickly, hoping for a shock submission. I don’t get one. Cage is holding out.

I quickly shift gears. I adjust my grip then drive his knee down into the canvas. WHACK! Cage flops over, moaning and holding his knee. He rolls out of reach to the ropes. I move in fast, not wanting to give him even a second to rest. I get in, grabbing his right boot again. He crunches up, catching me by surprise with a clubbing forearm. WHACK! I stumble to the side, more surprised than hurt. I was looking out for a kick.

The bodybuilder uses the ropes to rise. I dive down to get his leg. With the help of the ropes, Cage manages to jump up, lifting his legs up as he hangs parallel to the ropes. I sail underneath him, landing with half my body hanging outside the ring. The bottom rope cuts into my stomach. Suddenly, 230-lbs of muscle lands on me as Cage drops. WHOMP! OOF!

The impact winds me a little. Cage spins so his right shin is pushing down on my lower back and butt. He leans over the middle rope, grabs under my armpits, and lifts my upper body back. I’m arched back, looking out at the rows of empty chairs, and the huge, mirrored wall. I fight it, but the musclehunk overpowers me. He hooks my arms over the middle rope. ARGH!

Cage has me in a modified camel clutch, with his knee holding my hips down and the middle rope holding my torso up. I struggle to lift my arms over the steel cable. The bodybuilder blocks it. It’s just too easy for him. He simply pushes down on my arms to keep them in place. Cage grabs under my chin and leans back, making it like a real camel clutch. AH!

I see myself suffering in the mirror. Cage looks majestic as he tortures me. His magnificent chest is flexing. His thick arms pumped. His sweaty brown skin shines under the spotlights over the ring. I can see the determination his face. Meanwhile, I look smaller. With my arms back, my chest is stretched flat, and my shoulders look narrow. My face shows the pain.

As the bodybuilder punishes my back, I steel my will. I regulate my breathing and do all I can to counter him, pulling forward as he pulls backward. It eases the pressure. As does the middle rope, which keeps him from arching me too far. Cage slides his knee down my back, planting it between my legs against my taint. He lets go of my chin, but immediately grabs my wrists.

Cage leans back, pulling my arms into a surfboard. AH! I kick my boots up and down, which does nothing other than show that I’m suffering. I tighten my shoulders, but they’re hurting. This is even worse than the modified camel. My back is still arched back, but now my shoulders are aching. Plus, the knee pushing up between my legs isn’t fun, either.

I’m grunting and groaning louder now. I look at myself in the mirror, willing myself to hold on. One mistake and I’ve gone from in control to being on the verge of submission. FUCK! Watching myself being dominated should get me angry. It should unleash the beast. But I feel no rage. I realize that I’m fighting to not give, not to break free. I’ve got to get it together.

My palms face up. I twist my arms. My thumbs angle down. As I do, I flex, curling my arms. Cage leans back, but he’s just using body weight. I move him forward. I only get a few inches, but I already feel a difference in my shoulders. The musclehunk realizes it, too. I see his brow furrow. He’s going to let go. I can sense it. He’s going to try to surprise me, but I’m ready.

Cage releases my wrists. I fly forward. I go with it, letting my momentum and the middle rope propel me forward. I slide over the bottom rope. My head flies down. I get my arms down, stopping my fall and smoothly somersault into a crouch. I look up to see Cage hanging over the top rope to check on me. I leap up, grab behind his head and pull down as far as I can.

The top rope digs into his heaving pecs. I use all my weight to stretch the top rope down. It reaches the middle rope. I let go fast, pulling my hands away. The tension in the top rope sends the 230-lbs muscleman flying backward. WHOA! Cage’s feet fly out and up. He lands hard on his thick back, legs in the air. WHAM! I’m already under the bottom rope and back in the ring.

It feels good to outsmart Cage for once. I come in fast. I see him get his legs ready for a kick. I surprise him again by leaping over them. I come down with a big splash across his body. WHOMP! OOF! I grab his hair and use it to drag him up. I scoop him across my chest, immediately body slamming him back down. BOOM! Cage lifts his hips up to ease the pain.

I know that I said I’d focus on his legs, but Cage was ready for that. I would’ve ended up getting kicked, maybe even in the head. I need to soften him up a bit. I drive my big boot into his raised, ripped torso. STOMP! STOMP! STOMP! That flattens him back down. Cage rolls to escape. I don’t chase. I bend forward and move to stay behind him.

We reach the ropes at the same time. As he rises, Cage realizes that he’s lost sight of me. He kicks backward, trying to catch me, but I catch him. I grab his boot and pull. He stumbles back into me. I grab him around the waist. I turn and throw him with a belly-to-back suplex. BOOM! The musclehunk lands hard on the back of his neck and shoulders. I roll over into a crouch.

Cage rolls up. I spear him from behind. WHOMP! ARGH! He bends back then whips forward, flying into the corner, front first. CLANG! The bodybuilder bounces out backward. I grab him around the waist and execute another belly-to-back suplex. BOOM! This time, Cage doesn’t immediately roll over and rise. He lies on the canvas, moaning. Okay, back to the leg.

I move in fast. I grab his right leg and lift. I step all the way around, really twisting it. I’m setting up a figure-four, which should finish this. Cage groans from his right leg being twisted. I bend to get his left leg. The bodybuilder crunches, swinging his long arm to club me. I lean back to avoid it, but as I do, he gets his left leg up. Cage pushes me off. Damn. He smoothly spins on his back into a crouch facing me. He looks ready to spring at me, so I have to stay back.

Cage rises, rolling out his shoulders. We move in cautiously. As we move to lock up, I go for a surprise kick to the abs. He sees it and grabs my raised left boot. I immediately jump and spin, swinging my right leg around. I connect with his head. CRACK! I land like a cat as he bends over to his right, holding his temple. I do a donkey kick, balancing on my hands as both my black boots hit him in the stomach. WHOMP! OOF! He bends forward.

I spin and dive for his right leg. He spins and I miss. Cage is still able to defend his leg. He spins as I rise. The muscleman charges with a clothesline. I duck, getting behind him. I spin and kick him in the back. He staggers forward. Cage spins to face me. I kick him in the abs. WHOMP! OOF! He bends forward. I push his head between my legs in a standing head scissors.

Cage starts to fight. I jump. When I land, it jars his neck, settling his resistance down. I grab around his waist. I lift and flip him into an over-the-shoulder backbreaker. I’m not getting anywhere with his legs. He’s too smart, seeing my moves coming. But I have done some serious core work. This will be my new focus. His loud gasping tells me it’s working.

I bet the big bodybuilder hasn’t been in this position very often. Cage is hanging on my shoulder, head and arms hanging down in front and legs dangling behind. My right arm holds him tight around his waist on my right shoulder. I lean my head to fit him. My left hand is on his bicep. My grip steadies him, but also prevents the obvious counter of a punch to the face.

Cage moans loudly. I bounce him a little as a I walk, but his 230-lbs of muscle is a lot to manage. I mostly hold position, letting gravity and his body weight do the work. I settle facing the mirror. The big bodybuilder looks amazing, hanging upside down. He suffers beautifully, his pained groans getting me hard. I love seeing his ripped abs, unbreakable pecs and thick arms rendered useless as his back is tortured.

I hear a shift in his voice. Fuck. I steady myself. Sure enough, Cage starts kicking. Luckily, I sensed it. As his legs flail, he becomes harder and harder to control. Cage even fights my grip on his arms. He’s moaning even louder as his counter is amplifying the intensity of the backbreaker, but short-term pain for long-term gain. I turn us away from the mirror.

The mighty muscleman starts to slip. He’s going to escape. I move my right arm from his waist and grab his left armpit. I bend forward and push. Instead of him landing safely on his feet, I’m able to drop him hard on his upper back. WHAM! I unleash three solid boots to his abs. STOMP! STOMP! STOMP! Cage takes them then uses his legs to ward me away.

I bend forward, hands on knees. Cage rolls over slowly. He can’t avoid exposing his back to me. I leap up and crash down on top of him. THUMP! SPLAT! OOF! My 250-lbs flattens him. I grab his hair and drag him up. I scoop him up across my chest, spin, and bodyslam him to the canvas. BOOM! He moans and rolls over. His back is too tempting not to drive my boots onto it. STOMP! STOMP! STOMP! I go for a fourth, but Cage rolls away.

Cage rises slowly. I move in. He surprises me by leaping at me with a clothesline. I just dodge it. WHOOSH! I see an opening as he flies by. I grab his pec, spin behind him, and stop us dead. With the bodybuilder’s broad back against my chest and stomach, I force him sideways as I step over his hip. I lock his right arm under my left armpit, securing a tight abdominal stretch.

The muscleman groans as I bend him, torturing his side. I push down on his head with my left forearm. My right hand is free, so I put it to work. I fire off a series of punches to his side. THUD! THUD! THUD! Every punch earns a pained grunt. His back has to be feeling it, too, as I contort him sideways. I claw the smooth, thick muscles, my fingers digging in deeply.

I work the hold hard. Cage relaxes against the punishment. I bend him further; my fingers sink deeper. Sweat is running down his amazing muscles like a waterfall over boulders. He’s getting weaker. I don’t think I can submit him with this, but I can get him ready to end this Bane-style with an over-the-knee backbreaker. I keep the pressure on as I work out the transition.

Cage suddenly tenses. Fuck! He flexes and pushes against me. It’s only a second, but it feels longer. The muscleman bends forward, flipping me over. I keep hold of him. I manage to land softly and roll him into a cradle. I work to trap him, but he powers out. We roll apart and rise. I’m faster. I slam into him with a shoulder block. THUMP! Muscles will tire, but my 250-lbs is still 250-lbs. Cage is staggered, wobbling back.

The muscleman gets his balance, but I’m already in the air. I hit a big dropkick to his pecs. WHOMP! OOF! Cage flies backward into the corner. CLANG! He sags, holding the top rope for support. I land smoothly, spin, and launch myself at him. He sees me coming, but he can’t react fast enough. I leap to cross the final five feet, flying in with a huge shoulder block to his weakened abs. THUD! OOF! His ass goes over the middle turnbuckle.

I stand and pull on Cage’s wrist with all I’ve got to whip him across the ring. He flies out of the corner running forward. He’s almost at mid-ring when I spin so he’ll hit the opposite corner with his back. I let go of the musclestud’s wrist, but he grabs onto mine. Cage keeps the spin going, reversing our positions. Instead of him doing a 180, we do a 360. WHOA! Shit, I’m stumbling!

Sure enough, I’m the one who hits hard back-first. CLANG! I arch my back, my hips flying forward. Cage is charging. My eyes go wide as he takes flight, splashing on top of me with a flying cross body. He lands across my chest with all 230-lbs of muscle at speed. SPLAT! OOF! I’m crushed between the corner and his body, stunning me. I keep my balance by planting my butt on the middle turnbuckle.

Cage flies over the top rope to land outside the ring on the apron. I bend forward, clutching my chest as I regain my breath. Behind me, the bodybuilder has leapt up to sit on the top turnbuckle. Cage grabs the top of my mask, pulling me up. He slaps on a sleeper, getting his powerful arms around my head. NO! I start to fight the hold, realizing the huge trouble I’m in.

With his feet on the middle rope, Cage suddenly stands up. My neck stretches. URK! Somehow, he powers my 250-lbs up. My boots leave the canvas! I hang helplessly in a suspended sleeper. Oh fuck! I grab the top ropes, but they don’t provide much support. My boots search for some kind of support, but they’re halfway between the bottom and middle ropes.

I can’t believe he’s lifted me up like this and holding it up.

Need to hold on until - UNH!

Fuck. Can’t close my eyes. He can’t do this forever. I search for - UNH!

Almost went out again.

Have to -

BIG DADDY CAGE CLAIMS BANE.

SPLAT!

The impact wakes me. I’m lying in a heap in the corner. Oh. I blacked out. Does he know he knocked me out? He must. I moan, but I don’t move. Not really by choice. I’m still kind of out of it. And my body seems to have no interest in moving right now. Big Daddy Cage grabs my right wrist. He lifts it high and shakes it to check for tension. There’s none.

The muscle hunk lets go. I try to keep it raised, but my arm falls like a stone, hitting the canvas.

PLOP!

My arm goes up for a second time. And down for a second time.

PLOP!

As my arm goes up for a third time, I’d like to say that I made a fist and held it up high. But in my aware-but-not-awake state, I did not. Down it goes for a third and final time.

PLOP!

Cage rolls me onto my back, grabs both my wrists and drags me to the middle of the ring. I slide on my butt, limp as a dishrag. He sits his 230-lbs of muscle on my thighs. Cage rubs my pecs. Mmm. His weight shifts and I feel his lips on chest. My nipples. He slides up, moving to kiss my neck. I moan and my body stretches out. I arch my back, my stomach rising into his.

I slowly open my eyes. The winner moves forward. He’s casually sitting on my stomach. Cage smiles down at me. I feel humiliated. I’ve now lost to him three times in 13 days. Ugh. As I fully wake up, so does my cock. I pound the canvas then cover my face.

Three times! Three times!

Cage states the obvious, “You’re upset.”

I move my hands to look at him. He looks so incredible, sitting so majestically on me. I breathe in deeply as I casually rub his thick, powerful legs. I finally say, “No.”

“You don’t need to hide your feelings from me.”

I change my answer, “A little.” I change it again. “Yes, I’m upset. But I’m not mad at you. I’m upset with myself. I’m not used to losing repeatedly. But mostly, I want to give you a challenge. I’m really liking our matches. Even with the losing.”

“I enjoy them, too.”

“Uh huh. We don’t know each other that well, but I can tell that you’re not the kind of guy who’s interested in meeting up with a big jobber every week. You’ll get bored with me. I won’t be worth it anymore.”

Cage reaches down and massages my traps. His big strong hands feel great. “You’re the furthest thing from a jobber, Bane. The destination doesn’t change the journey. You push me. In every match, you’ve pushed me hard. You are the biggest challenge I’ve ever faced.”

“Thanks, that makes me feel a little better. I’m still pissed at myself. Ugh. Why can’t I close the match out?”

“You can work to answer that question. Replay our matches in your head. Obsess over it. Just remember that we are in this together. I have an equal say in the outcome. For example, it seemed like you were going for my legs.” I nod. “I started protecting them. You adjusted. I’m fighting just as hard. Planning just as much. It’s not all about you.”

I give him a small smile, “That’s true. What works with other guys doesn’t work with you.”

“I will never surrender easily. That’s no shame for you. You don’t surrender easily, either. At the end, I thought you might lift your arm. I seemed like you were stirring.”

“I was mentally awake, but my body was still asleep. I tried.”

“We both go all out.” Cage smiles as he leans forward. His face hovers inches above mine. Sweat drips onto my face. “And we both have fun. If I looked back right now, even as mad as you are, I would see that you are hard. I would see that you’re looking forward to stakes.”

I admit, “You would see that. And I am.”

“Then leave your personal recriminations behind, Bane. Just enjoy what’s to come.”

“To cum? Did Big Daddy Cage just make a pun?”

Cage sits back on me. With a slight smirk, he says, “Puns are the lowest form of humor, Bane. Just for that accusation, I’ll will have to PUN-ish you with a hard fuck.”

I laugh, “A new side to Big Daddy Cage.” He smirks. I growl, “A hard fuck sounds awesome.” We just stare at each other. I relax under him, forgetting all about being mad. Instead, I just want more of this. He’s taken stakes on me twice and I loved it both times. I know I’ll love feeling his cock pounding me a third time, too.

The big bodybuilder rolls off me. He reaches his hand down and I accept. Cage pulls me to my feet. I stand in front of him, waiting for orders. He doesn’t seem like he’s in any rush to give me one. Instead, he reaches down and confirms my excitement. He gently toys with my hard-on. My sweat-soaked black trunks are clinging to it, holding it out to the right against my body.

I moan as he plays with me. “That feels so good.”

“Listen to your instincts, Bane. You can admit that you don’t mind losing to me.” I moan. He focuses on my cock head as he says, “It’s okay to say it.” I moan. He casually orders, “Say it.”

I gasp, “I don’t. I don’t mind losing to you.”

“You will always want to win. You will always try to win. But when you lose, you will always find some pleasure in it.”

I admit that he’s right, “Yes.” I fight to focus on something other than my cock. I’m getting close to a premature ejaculation. I whimper, “It’s not so bad. Losing to you.”

“You’re trembling. Quivering, unable to stand still. Just from my hand caressing your cock. I could make you cum in your trunks any time I want.”

“Yes.” I breathe in, trying to calm myself. Baseball. Golf. Computer code. I grunt, “You could make me cum any time. It’s building. I’m getting close, Big Daddy. So close.”

Cage pulls his hand away. “I like the idea of seeing your seed spill out. Leaking through your black spandex. Wiping it with a finger. Feeding it to you as you suck on my finger.” I close my eyes, prepared for the worst. “Yes, you would like that, too. But … neither of us would like it as much as we like you cumming with me inside you. That’s what I want. It’s what you want, too.”

I whimper, “Yes.”

“Strip.”

It’s a simple order and one I’m happy to obey. The mighty musclehunk has helped turn my mood around, giving me fresh perspective. I’m once again eager to bottom for him. Peeling off my trunks, wet from my sweat, his sweat, and my pre-cum, I need to shimmy my hips and work at it. Cage watches the scene, loving every second of my gyrations.

I stand before him boots and my mask. He moves in close. Cage pulls my head down for a kiss. It’s incredible. My body is flush with goosebumps. His mouth owns mine. The feeling of his big strong hands on my skin is driving me crazy. It’s like I’m a different person with him. He presses into me. My hard-on rises, pinned between our bodies. I gasp in his mouth.

Cage steps back, “You needed to wrestle tonight. Now, you need to be fucked.”

“Yes. I need that so bad, Big Daddy Cage. Let’s skip the foreplay.” I add, “Please?”

“If that’s what you want, of course I will fuck you. Go face the corner. Ass out.” I nod, a little disappointed that I won’t be able to see him topping me. Cage reads my disappointment. He smiles, “We’ll finish with you on your back, mask off, your handsome face staring up at me.” I can’t help but smile at being called handsome. “Try to hold on until then, Bane.”

I promise, “I’ll try my best, Big Daddy Cage.”

“And you will succeed, Bane.”

I moan at that. It’s like a command and encouragement wrapped up into one. I lay my chest on the top turnbuckle, wrapping my arms around it. My ass sticks out. My back is arched for him. His lubed fingers slide between my cheeks. Cage’s thick digits penetrate me. I groan as he prepares me. Part of me just wants him power inside of me, raw and dry, but I know that’s just my lust. This will be much, much better. I let him work, encouraging him with my cries.

Cage’s hands grab my hips. Show time. When he powers inside me, my eyes roll back in my head. Fuck, I love his cock. In the past three years, I’ve only bottomed for three guys, but none of them were like this. Cage is easily the thickest and longest cock I’ve ever taken. But it’s more than physical. Oh fuck! I’ve stumbled into something that’s as amazing as it confusing.

I instinctively push back to take more of his cock faster, but he firmly holds my hips. I know that Cage controls the fuck, but I’m eager to begin. All I can think about is Cage. His slow, methodical penetration has me whimpering until he’s finally balls deep. When he’s ready, and only when he’s ready, the powerful bodybuilder begins thrusting back and forth.

The dominant muscleman takes his time. He knows how hungry I am, so this has to be deliberate. A signal to me to be patient. I’ve already given him complete control. This is just for show. And I love it. My cock is painfully hard. He picks up speed. I don’t know if I can hold out. My load is rising. I might just cum hands free. I groan loudly. Cage slows down, like he’s edging me with his cock.

Cage picks up speed again. His pelvis is slamming into my muscular butt. WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! The whole time, I’m begging him to go harder. I feel like Cage turns me into the hungriest whore, getting me to revel in the fuck. My head is spinning, my body is on fire. I’m so on edge that even the slight draft from the A/C unit hitting my nipples is driving me crazy.

I don’t think I can take any more. My body tenses. My breathing is shallow. Gasping. And, of course, that’s when he pulls out. FUCK! Everything settles back down as I manage to not explode, mainly thanks to his perfect timing. To my surprise, Cage grabs behind my knees and lifts. I rise and fall back into his arms. He lowers me onto my back with my boots in the air. He easily peels my mask off.

The musclestud growls, "There's my handsome boy." I smile broadly. Wow.

Cage smoothly moves into position. His back is to the corner. I grab behind my knees to keep my ass up and cheeks spread. Cage pulls me closer to the corner. He rolls me up into a ball, forcing my knees to my shoulders. I help out, but his shoulders on my boots works, too. Cage jumps and lands his boots up onto the middle ropes on either side of the turnbuckle.

The powerful muscleman is planking over me as I stay curled up in the cradle. He lowers his hips, and his cock finds my open hole. He easily powers back inside, and I feel full again. I moan as he starts bouncing his hips up and down, plowing me from above. His face is over mine and it’s all I can see. I just focus on him. His rhythmic grunting calms me, like a chant.

My pre-cum is running like a faucet between my pecs from my rock-hard cock. The relentless jackhammering has my whole body quivering. Cage drives in. My mouth is hanging open, catching sweaty that drips from Cage’s face. Some runs into my nose. My eyes only leave his face when I blink, otherwise, I’m fixated on the sweaty alpha. I feel my load building up again.

Cage pauses while deep inside me, “I’m getting close, Bane.”

The powerful muscleman slides down onto his knees without pulling of my ass. I unfold a little, but my boots remain high as my legs rest against his shoulders. Cage reaches around my leg and grabs my cock as he resumes fucking the hell out of me. I warn him, “Big Daddy! I can’t last any longer! Oh fuck, I’m gonna cum!” Cage just keeps pounding and jerking.

I take that as permission and stop fighting to prevent my orgasm. I let go, losing myself in the moment. My cock erupts, firing ropes of cum up my body. The first shots line my unmasked face. Cage has primed my pump, so my face, chest, and upper abs are soon all coated with my seed. He does a corkscrew move, squeezing down on my head to get out the last drops. UNH!

Cage is breathing hard, too. He pulls out of me and smoothly peels off the condom. Cage reaches out as he rises. He palms my head with his massive hands, leading me up to sitting then to kneeling. The powerful musclehunk uses my hair to pull my mouth onto his cock. I eagerly engulf it. I’m more than happy to be in charge of finishing him off.

I look up as I work. Cage has his hands behind his head. He’s flexing, bending forward and tightening his abs. His sweaty is running down his glistening body, his dark muscles shining under the bright spotlights over the ring. I use my hand and mouth. Cage grunts encouragement and praise, telling me how well I’m doing and how hot I am. It makes me try harder.

It feels like only seconds before Cage warns me. I slide back, keeping just the tip in my mouth. My hand is twisting and squeezing. The bodybuilder forcefully erupts. When my mouth is coated, I slide forward to take half his cock. I swallow his load directly down my throat. Cage can cum and tonight, he’s really filling me up. I work him until he pushes me off.

I sit back on my heels. Without him even asking, I open my mouth and stick out my tongue, proudly showing off the remnants of his load. Cage laughs, “Very good, Bane.” He gently caresses my cum-streaked head, “And you were worried that I would get bored. You look perfect right now.” We just stare at each other, both breathing hard and drained. “Swallow.”

I nod and gulp the last of his load down. Cage helps me to my feet, and we hug. He kisses me and I melt for him. Things get more passionate as we make out. We finally break and push away from each other. Cage paces around the ring. He rolls out his massive shoulders. The muscleman advises, “We should do a proper cool down before we clean.”

Cage leads me through a series of partnered stretching exercise. It feels great to work with him and I’m definitely more relaxed by the time we’re done. I shouldn’t be surprised. Given his body, Cage is obviously an expert in working out. I’ve been serious about fitness for less than three years. I’m betting he’s been at it since he was a teenager.

We make short work of the ring clean up before hitting the showers.

IN THE SHOWER.

We’re cleaning up under the hot spray as steam builds up. Cage grabs my washcloth. He squirts some body wash on it and then starts rubbing me down. I’m surprised, letting him soap me up. I moan when he reaches my junk, my cock powering up. Cage pushes my back against the wall. He says, “Leg.” I lift my right leg up. He holds it up, meticulously cleansing it.

I switch legs. As he works, I let him know, “This is great, Cage. I feel pampered.”

Cage just smiles as he lowers my left leg down. I turn and he tackles my broad back and big cheeks. He finishes up with my crack, massaging my hole. I groan as he works. It’s all I can do not to submit again. This man has so much power over me. He’s beaten me three times in a row. It seems impossible. Every time, I start out well and every time, I end up losing.

When Cage steps back, I turn in a daze. He massages my chest. “Is this working for you, Bane?”

“Oh yeah, it feels great.”

“Thank you, but I meant our matches. Our arrangement. Is all of this working for you? You were feeling a little confused about it.”

“Wow, are these the first questions you’ve ever asked me? It might be.” Cage laughs. I nod, “Yes. It’s definitely working for me.” He gives me a doubtful look. I think before going deeper, “I admit that it shouldn’t. I’m not used to losing. Especially so decisively and so consistently. But with you, it’s … different.”

“Different is non-specific. I could mean anything. I’ll ask you another question. Do you want to continue? Just to be clear and avoid any misunderstandings, I do. I enjoy our matches. Not because I’m winning, but because I like wrestling you. I like fucking you. I like you.”

I smile broadly. I might even blush. “Yes, Big Daddy Cage. I want to continue. I really like wrestling you, too. I like the post-match stakes. And I like our little time before and after. I like you, too.” I take a risk, “If I could change anything, I’d like to get to know you outside the ring.”

“I would like that, too.”

“How would you feel about coffee on Saturday? Back at the Better Bean? I’ll be having a business meeting with my best friend. He co-owns The Cave. It shouldn’t take too long. Meet at like 11am? Cody will be long gone by then.”

“You don’t want your friend to know about me?”

“Not yet.” I realize how it sounds. “Don’t be offended.”

A smirk, “It’s not me, it’s you.”

I shake my head, “No, it’s Cody.”

Cage laughs, “It’s not necessary to explain.”

“I want to. It’s just that you don’t know Cody. He is, um, hm.” I search for words. “Let me start at the beginning. I’m an only child. Other than my mom, Cody has been the closest person to me since I was 10. Closer than a brother. His dad is like the real father that mine never was or wanted to be. He checks in on me. Listens. His brothers treat me like a brother, too.”

“It’s good that you have them.”

“Yeah, it’s great. I don’t where or who I’d be without them. I’m just trying to say, Cody isn’t just a friend. He’s been my idol, the unrequited love of my life, my puppeteer, my worst enemy, and now, we’re in the best place we’ve ever been. But all this means that he can be very active in my personal life. And very opinionated about it. Whether I want him to be or not.”

“Now, I understand. That is my family, as well.”

I relax, happy he’s not offended. “You and I have a different vibe that’s a little confusing for me. I don’t want to start Cody’s brain working. I don’t want him to figure us out before I do.”

Cage’s eyebrows go up. “I’m intrigued by that statement.”

I smile, “Intriguing is a good word for my best friend. You know what, I’m probably just being stupid. Look, Cody doesn’t tell me about every wrestling match he has, and I don’t tell him about every one of mine. After you and I get to know each other better, I’ll introduce you. He’ll like you.”

“Bane. Relax. I trust your judgment. I trust you.”

“Thanks.”

We shower up. We hug, kiss, and get in our cars. I follow him out of the parking lot. We start in the same direction, me trailing his big black SUV. When I turn onto the 405, he keeps going forward. There’s heavier than usual late-night traffic caused by construction, so I have lots of time to think about what I want from our coffee on Saturday.

What do I want?

THE END.

NO, NOT QUITE.

Inching along in bumper-to-bumper traffic, I have more time to think. Cage is a great wrestler, but is he this great? Or is it me? I’m not letting him win. I’m not. But I’m loving it too much when he does. I just can’t figure it out. What I need is a good hard fuck. Yeah, I just had one, but I need someone other than Cage to fuck my brains out. I need to see if it’s something specific to Cage or something going on with me.

Finally, we’re moving.

I could call Corey, my 19-year-old boyfriend. He’s the only guy I’m with who I let fuck me. But I know that Thursday is his heavy class day. And he’s playful. His smirking confidence isn’t the right vibe. Luke can top. And if he taps into his military side … no. It’s way too soon after our breakup to call him. I’m not looking for a bottom, so Pete is out.

Who else do I know? Beau is a big-dicked cowboy with a dominant side. Too bad that he’s out of town. But he’d tell Cody. He’d also tell Buck who’d tell Brody. Maybe Josh? He’d love to revenge wreck my hole with his monster cock. But he’ll brag about it. Shit, thanks to The Cave, my circle of sluts is all zero degrees of separation. I’m not looking for other people to know.

So, no Cave guys.

Just a random ...

Duh.

I get off at my exit and quickly pull over in the first parking lot. I fish my car keys out of my bag. The valet tag. The valet’s note. Mano. I wonder? He was cute. And muscular. Short, but big hands. Young, but he had a definite alpha swagger. He left me his number because he heard that I ate like a bottom. That’s a positive sign. I’m confident that he wanted to fuck not date.

I grab my phone. My eyes go back and forth between it and the tag. Am I really going to do this? Yes. What should I type? I send a quick text introducing myself by name, stats, and car. I need to get a handle on what I’m feeling before Saturday, so I need to work fast. I wonder if the cute muscleboy valet is interested in something in the next 60 hours?

I get one block when my phone chimes. It’s him. I pull back into the next parking lot. He remembers me and is interested. I respond quickly. I don’t care if I sound desperate. That might work in my favor. By the time I get home, Mano has responded again. Even in his texts, he’s got a cocky tone. I reply as an alpha, just knowing that the boy wants to flip a big man.

This is promising.

TO BE CONTINUED …

SEVEN DAYS FROM NOW, RYAN RETURNS IN A BONUS STORY … THE CAVE SHORTS: RYAN MEETS MANO. (NO WRESTLING, JUST SEX)

Casting ...

Ryan/Bane = Mike Bennett (pro wrestler)

Cage = Arran Arragundade (bodybuilder/fitness guy)

Luke = Logan Franklin (model)

Mano = David Orellana (bodybuilder)