THE CAVE RING AREA. LOS ANGELES CA.
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| Me. Xaq. As if you didn't know. |
His bleach blond buddy smirks at me, “Since you get off on being humiliated, you’re gonna love what we got planned for you and your little master.”
What the fuck? This is how these guys want to introduce themselves to me? I warn them, “Dudes, don’t unleash the beast. Don’t call me ‘Birdy’. It’s Bird Boy, the most badass superhero in The Cave. You’re paying for my time, but that’s all. Piss me off and this is gonna go from ‘fun time with your favorite wrestler’ to the worst afternoon of your life.”
The dark-haired one rolls his eyes, “Yeah, whatever, jobber. I’ll take my chances.”
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| Twink #1: Enchanter. |
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| Twink #2: Scourge. |
The dark-haired one adds in, “Like, we get why you’d be The Bat’s bitch. Even we’d drop to our knees for that guy, but to give up stakes and just go down to your knees for a twink like Toyboy? That takes a special kinda sub.”
Blondie again, “Yeah, a total fucking muscleboy bitch with no self-respect.”
I can’t believe what I’m hearing. These two guys are basically twinks themselves. I’m Xaq, star of The Cave, a gay-oriented, superhero-themed wrestling video site. I started as Spartan, the toughest villain on the site. The owners desperately wanted me as the face of the whole deal, so I became Bird Boy, the top hero role. Once my boss, The Bat, retires from old age in a couple of months, it’ll just be me running the show.
I’m a muscle freak. My body is unmatched. I’m 20, 205-lbs, 5’11”, and shredded, with proportions like no one has ever seen. My shoulders can barely fit through doors. My abs look like bricks, but they’re way harder. My arms and legs are so chiseled, I look like I was made by the hand of god working through a master sculptor. All this perfection is backed up by unmatched wrestling skill. I’d be like a tenth level black belt in wrestling, if wrestling had a system like that.
Note to self: Create and trademark a ranking system for wrestling levels.
These guys are paying for the privilege of wrestling me (as Bird Boy) in a real match. You’d think they’d be respectful, but I’ve seen it before. Guys like to play tough. Like to mess with me so I beat on them harder. They’re playing bad guys, so I guess they’re in character. If they’ve really watched me in action, they know that they’re in for a world of hurt. I could solo them, but they wanted my twink friend Winston who plays Toyboy in The Cave to join in.
The blond one is The Enchanter. 24, 6’, and an emaciated 170. Like, dude, eat some fucking protein. He’s kinda got muscles, but I think it’s because he’s so fucking skinny. Everyone can be cut when they’re skinny. His hair is short and blond. His body is so pale that any definition is washed out by the spotlights over the ring. He’s got some ink that can’t hide how scrawny he is. He’s wearing green tights, pads, and boots. Tights to hide his legs. Makes sense.
The other guy has a mop of dark hair and a beard. He’s playing Scourge. Makes sense. He’s scruffy, like a bum. He’s 24, 5’10”, 175. He’s a little beefier than his buddy, but nowhere near my league. He’ll be in black and blue gear. Black trunks with blue leather belt and flaps in front and back, black boots, and blue pads. Guy is carrying a black wooden staff.
I point at the rod, “That better just be a prop.”
“Of course.” Scourge smirks as he lifts his front flap to show off his bulge, “I got all the wood I need to own your jobber ass down here.”
Meh, I‘ve seen bigger and thicker in my own trunks. Am I supposed to be impressed? I’m not. Yeah, it’s a stakes match - losers gets fucked - but since I’m guaranteed to win, his meat doesn’t matter. They’ll be the ones getting fucked today. I think I’ll give Winston the one who pisses me off the most. Even though he’s a twink, I bet my friend has the biggest cock of the four of us, so that’ll be good punishment.
Winston. I guess I should explain his deal. He’s super-cool. I love hanging out with him. We started out as acquaintances in The Cave, but now we’re totally equal friends. He is Toyboy, based off some Superman villain, I think. Since he’s a lightweight twink like these two (5’7”/140), Winston was too intimidated to approach me at practice, but my wrestling partner Cody, The Bat, set us up to give me a reward for being so awesome.
Winston has a playroom. He’s into bondage, domination, and that kind of stuff. I know everyone assumes I dominate him, but I like challenges, so I let him dominate me. My muscles are so perfect that I’ve never had to use props to dominate. He’s giving me the opportunity to learn a new skill and you learn by doing. You get better through hard work and repetition. So, we’ve been training together a lot, always with me letting him lead. So I can learn.
A few days ago, The Cave posted my latest match (a decisive victory, of course). Winston, in his Toyboy gear, came to the ring and we gave everyone a show. I played along perfectly, kneeling on command and letting him take stakes on me, instead of me getting stakes on the pathetic loser I squashed. I didn’t mind, because I’m hotter on the bottom than the other guy would’ve been. See, I did it for fans. And they loved it. Huge pop and a must-buy.
These guys are Cave fans, but they totally misunderstood. A lot of guys did. The Cave has all these fans thinking Bird Boy has been conquered by Toyboy. They didn’t get that we’re friends and equals. These two jerks went further, requesting a tag match with us within hours of release. Somehow, they had the cash, so I graciously said, ‘yes’, to give these twink losers a chance to see and feel real muscles and power for the first time in their lives.
The blond one is The Enchanter. 24, 6’, and an emaciated 170. Like, dude, eat some fucking protein. He’s kinda got muscles, but I think it’s because he’s so fucking skinny. Everyone can be cut when they’re skinny. His hair is short and blond. His body is so pale that any definition is washed out by the spotlights over the ring. He’s got some ink that can’t hide how scrawny he is. He’s wearing green tights, pads, and boots. Tights to hide his legs. Makes sense.
The other guy has a mop of dark hair and a beard. He’s playing Scourge. Makes sense. He’s scruffy, like a bum. He’s 24, 5’10”, 175. He’s a little beefier than his buddy, but nowhere near my league. He’ll be in black and blue gear. Black trunks with blue leather belt and flaps in front and back, black boots, and blue pads. Guy is carrying a black wooden staff.
I point at the rod, “That better just be a prop.”
“Of course.” Scourge smirks as he lifts his front flap to show off his bulge, “I got all the wood I need to own your jobber ass down here.”
Meh, I‘ve seen bigger and thicker in my own trunks. Am I supposed to be impressed? I’m not. Yeah, it’s a stakes match - losers gets fucked - but since I’m guaranteed to win, his meat doesn’t matter. They’ll be the ones getting fucked today. I think I’ll give Winston the one who pisses me off the most. Even though he’s a twink, I bet my friend has the biggest cock of the four of us, so that’ll be good punishment.
Winston. I guess I should explain his deal. He’s super-cool. I love hanging out with him. We started out as acquaintances in The Cave, but now we’re totally equal friends. He is Toyboy, based off some Superman villain, I think. Since he’s a lightweight twink like these two (5’7”/140), Winston was too intimidated to approach me at practice, but my wrestling partner Cody, The Bat, set us up to give me a reward for being so awesome.
A few days ago, The Cave posted my latest match (a decisive victory, of course). Winston, in his Toyboy gear, came to the ring and we gave everyone a show. I played along perfectly, kneeling on command and letting him take stakes on me, instead of me getting stakes on the pathetic loser I squashed. I didn’t mind, because I’m hotter on the bottom than the other guy would’ve been. See, I did it for fans. And they loved it. Huge pop and a must-buy.
These guys are Cave fans, but they totally misunderstood. A lot of guys did. The Cave has all these fans thinking Bird Boy has been conquered by Toyboy. They didn’t get that we’re friends and equals. These two jerks went further, requesting a tag match with us within hours of release. Somehow, they had the cash, so I graciously said, ‘yes’, to give these twink losers a chance to see and feel real muscles and power for the first time in their lives.
Now, two days later, they’re mouthing off, acting like tough shit. It’s pathetic.
Winston comes out of the back. I’m glad he didn’t hear their trash talk, because he might get upset or be intimidated. He’s not as emotionally strong as I am. Nothing ever fazes me. I’m going to have to physically protect him all match with my unbeatable skill and unbelievable power, but I don’t want to have to do it mentally, as well. I like him confident and in control.
Scourge reaches out to shake Toyboy’s hand, “Hey, there’s the man. Congrats on owning this bitch. Must be nice, having your own muscle pup.”
Toyboy just smiles, “Thanks, guys. I’m loving The Cave. You two should join. You could’ve gotten paid for today instead of paying.”
“Naw. We just like being fans. We won $10k on a scratcher. Gotta blow found money, so we’re using it for wrestling. We’re doing this and then we got a trip to Mexico next month. Gonna fuck a few luchas right outta their masks”
Winston nods, “That’s cool. Surprised you included us in your plans.”
Scourge jumps in, “Fuck yeah, we included you. We’ve talked about it since we first saw The Bat in those apartment matches. You know, wondering what it’d be like to wrestle him. And then other guys came along. Birdy here’s been at the top of the list since he debuted, crying about how Mako cheated. He’s the best muscle jobber we’ve ever seen.” (Read The Cave Undercard 1: Mako vs. Spartan HERE)
The bleach blond laughs, “Hell yeah. After a few matches, we realized he wasn’t playing. That’s like the real him. He’s really a whiny sub who plays tough but gets off on losing. Then what you did to him? Loved the ‘Bird Boy/Valet’ match, except the end when he won. We didn’t give a shit about him plowing Valet or Moneymaker, but you saved the whole video.”
The dark-haired mop head nods, “It was like a sign. We won the money right before we watched it. Didn’t know it’d happen so fast, but when you’re lucky, you’re lucky. And we are on a winning streak.” He leans into Winston, “Don’t be offended, but we’re gonna tie you up in the ropes while we fuck your bitch. We’ll get you off, but we both wanna plow his pussy.”
Winston grins, “If we lose, it’s your call.”
“Cool. Just don’t want any hard feelings.” Scourge smirks at me while talking to Toyboy, “How sloppy is he? Like, what’s the biggest thing you’ve shoved up his hole?”
I step forward, but Winston stops me by putting his hand on my pec. My friend defends my hole, “He’s as tight as a virgin, but he can take whatever you’ve got.” Winston leans forward into Scourge, “What about you and your buddy? What can the two of you take?”
Enchanter crosses his arms across his chest, “Don’t worry about it, because we ain’t losing.”
Scourge nods, “Yeah. Look, we know you’re the biggest cock here, Toyboy. We’re not far behind. We switch it up, so we can handle you.” He looks at me, “And we’d barely notice the tiny-dicked muscle bitch here. Assuming he could even get hard being on top.”
I blurt out, “What? I’ve got —” Winston moves his hand up and shushes me. I frown, muttering, “You’re gonna notice me when I’m balls deep in your ass, you cocky piece of trash.”
Winston just smiles at them, “I think that’s enough for introductions. You get us. We get you. I think it’s time to hit the ring and wrestle.”
The blond one looks at me and smirks, “We’re ready to go. But we want Birdy to start.”
Toyboy looks at me for confirmation. I laugh, excited by their idiotic strategic mistake. I tell him, “Sorry, Winston, but looks like you’re not even getting in the ring.”
Scourge smirks, “Funny. We’re thinking the exact same thing.”
IN OUR CORNER.
“Why didn’t you let me respond to their lies? My dick’s not tiny!”
Winston stretches out in the corner, “Xaq. I know that. You know that. They know that. They’re just trying to get under your skin. Break your focus. Distract you.”
I roll my eyes, “I know that. But -”
“Xaq. Are you my perfect muscle freak?”
I proudly puff out my chest, “Yes, Sir.”
“Good boy. Ignore them. No matter what they say. You know that you are perfect. You are strong. You are tough. And you want to win.”
“I’m not just gonna win. I’m gonna -”
“You’re going to be smart. Don’t underestimate them. They’re way too cocky to just be casual wrestling fans moving from sofa to ring. Expect them to be Cave-level. Or better. Remember what Cody’s been teaching you. Be ready for anything.”
“Oh, I’m ready, Winston.”
“Good boy. If we win, I’ve got a special reward waiting for you.”
“What is it?”
“We need to win for you to find out.”
“But I want to know now!”
“Xaq.”
“Just a hint!”
“Win and find out, boy.”
“Yes, Sir.”
WRESTLING TWO PATHETIC PUNKS.
BIRD BOY VS SCOURGE!
They send in the lightweight mop-head. I feel even bigger than usual being surrounded by three twinks. There’s a mirror on the west wall. As we circle, I see myself. Winston is right. I am perfect. Like, just a god. Maybe I’ll send in a pic for that new Sparta sequel they’re planning. No need for makeup or special lighting or fake effects with this body. Perfect.
Now, it’s time to crush this asshole.
We dive in at the same time. We lock up. Idiot. I casually throw him backward using just the smallest fraction of my strength. He flies back all the way to the neutral corner. I strike a double bicep pose that causes everyone to gasp in awe of my greatness. They all do it silently, but I still know that they did it. Everyone does.
I tell Scourge as he comes out of the corner toward me, “Don’t say I’m not giving you your money’s worth. Bet you never thought you’d be this close to perfection.”
Enchanter yells out from his corner, “Yeah, show us what we’re buying, muscle bitch! Damn, I want some of that.”
I laugh, “Too bad! He’ll never get the chance to tag you.” I smoothly turn into a side flex. “You can worship me during stakes.”
Toyboy says what I already know, “Pay attention!”
Scourge drops down and dives at my legs. THWAK! WHAT? We go down. I’m pissed by his cheating. Scourge tries to handle my legs, but he can’t control them. Nobody can! I easily kick him away. I rise up confidently.
“I never skip leg day, loser.”
Enchanter mouths off form the safety of the corner, “That’s why you’re such an awesome muscle bottom bitch, Birdy!”
I point at the blond loser, “I’m awesome at everything.”
Toyboy says what I already know, “Pay attention!”
Scourge dives in again. His shoulder hits me knee again. SPLAT! FUCK! This time, he manages to roll me over and into a Boston crab. These twinks are quick. That’s the problem with wrestling little guys. Fortunately, that’s all little guys have. I push up and lick my legs, sending the lightweight loser off me like he’s nothing. Which he is. I really should be called Bird Beast.
I rise to my feet, looking at Enchanter. Where’s Scourge? I figured he’d be making the tag after experiencing my incredible strength so many times. Suddenly, I feel two tiny feet slam into my massive back with a dropkick. WHACK! I barely feel it, but I casually stumble forward toward their corner. Enchanter is waiting. The blond bastard clocks me across the head with an elbow. CRACK! I see stars from his cheating cheap shot!
Scourge grabs my luscious hair and desperately makes the tag with blondie.
TAG! ENCHANTER VS. BIRD BOY!
I push back, but Scourge is cheating by holding my hair. Enchanter leaps over the top rope, coming down with a clubbing double axe handle across my back. WHOMP! I drop to one knee. Scourge uses his grip on my hair to pull my head into his rising knee. CRACK! I blink to get my vision right as he steps out of the ring. Fucking cheater! I rise, but Enchanter drives his boot behind my knee, sending me back down. STOMP! PLOP!
With me kneeling, the blond bitch locks on a chokehold. URK! I grab his forearm, but instead of tearing it away from my throat, which I could easily do, I push back with my plant foot. We fly back, with me landing on top of the twink loser. SPLAT! OOF! I roll away and rise, shaking out my head from Scourge’s dirty cheap shot to the side of my handsome face.
Toyboy calls out, “C’mon, Bird Boy, tag me!”
Enchanter says, “No way!”
The blond lightweight grabs my wrists. He whips me around. I fly back into their corner. Scourge has his boot illegally placed. I slam into it back-first. WHACK! Enchanter runs in. He uses his twink speed to leap up before I can move. He splashes on top of my sculpted pecs. WHAM! As Enchanter bounces off, I hear two hands slap.
TAG! SCOURGE VS. BIRD BOY!
I move out of the corner, ready to tear Enchanter apart.
Toyboy points over my head, “Behind you! They made the tag!”
“It doesn’t count if I don’t see -”
Suddenly, Scourge comes by me from behind. He grabs my head, dragging me down. It’s a top rope bulldog! I hit hard on my forehead. CRACK! UNH! I lie on the canvas, confidently moaning as I formulate my next counterattack. Enchanter and Scourge start driving their boots down on my solid steel back. STOMP! STOMP! STOMP! Toyboy reaches the five-count, sending Enchanter out.
While I could have taken more boots, I appreciate my partner for enforcing the rules. These two are cheaters. Scourge grabs my luscious hair and the back of my green spandex trunks. He uses all his limited strength to force me to my feet. The trunks wedge up my ass. He gives me an extra tug, letting me know that was not an accident. I let out a masculine whimper as my trunks go deep into the crack between my powerful butt cheeks. AH!
Scourge locks me in a front facelock. He uses it to push me backward, heading ass-first into their corner. I start to counter when I feel Enchanter’s hand strike across my muscular ass. WHAP! HEY! They laugh. Big mistake. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! Enchanter keeps spanking me. Suddenly, Scourge pulls me forward. He tightens his grip on the side of my trunks. Toyboy yells, “Block!”
As the dark-haired mop head moves to suplex me, I use my wrestling expertise to block it.
My tag partner says, “Go for the gut!”
I gut punch Scourge. POW! OOF! One punch from me weakens the lightweight loser. I pull free and reverse the hold. I lock Scourge in a front facelock, grab the side of his trunks, and power him over into a devastating suplex that shakes the ring! BOOM! The ring doesn’t totally shake, Cody must have had it reinforced, but it works. The lightweight loser is on his back moaning.
Jobber.
As I confidently rise, Toyboy says, “Get on him!”
Enchanter yells across the ring, “Mind your own business, you mouthy little bitch!”
Using my own strategy, I get on Scourge. I drag him up into a full nelson. I shake Scourge left and right. He tries to power out, pulling his arms down. He gets nowhere with that pathetic attempt. I mock him, “Are you trying to make me laugh, twink boy?” I lean back, lifting Scourge’s boots off the canvas. He moans loudly as I completely dominate him.
Enchanter says, “Cute butt, Birdy. My red handprint looks like a fucking tattoo on it!”
I whip around to show him how pathetic his partner is. How close he is to submitting. Toyboy says, “Ignore him.” I decide to ignore Enchanter and go back to breaking down his mop headed buddy. I up the force on the full nelson. Scourge cries out with a loud moan. Yeah, this guy is nothing against my power. Easiest money I ever made, defeating these two.
I warn him, “You’ll never power out! Just give now, loser.”
To save himself, Scourge tries kicking back between my legs. WHOOSH! He doesn’t even come close to connecting with my balls. He lifts his legs high, hanging from his collapsing shoulders. I’m surprised his abs are strong enough to crunch up like that, but if he’s hoping to topple me, he can’t. Scourge swings his legs down. They slam into my shins. WHACK! FUCK! That hurt! The twink uses my momentary surprise to squirm free.
Scourge grabs my hair and pulls, flipping me over onto my back. BOOM! Instead of fighting me, he runs to his corner like a coward and slaps Enchanter’s hand. Wimp.
TAG! ENCHANTER VS. BIRD BOY!
As I get up to my feet, Toyboy says, “Catch him!”
I look up. Enchanter is leaping off the top turnbuckle. He comes at me with a crossbody block. Using my keen wrestling instincts, I prepare to catch him. WHOMP! The emaciated blonde twink hits hard into me, but I’m way too strong for that to work. I easily stay up. I hold him across my magnificent chest for a second before I bodyslam him down. BOOM! He bounces.
As I stand up, Toyboy yells, “Duck!”
Sensing danger, I bend back. Scourge’s boot whips past my face, missing the super kick by a good six inches. Loser. I dive at him, clotheslining him down. WHOMP! SPLAT! He rolls to the ropes and slithers under the bottom rope like the coward he is.
“Cheater!”
Scourge says, “Hey, it was within the five-count.”
Toyboy says, “Duck!”
I turn to him, “Why?”
Suddenly, Enchanter’s boot comes in for a super kick. His twink speed gives him a small advantage and he connects with my steel jaw. CRACK! My eyes roll back in my head for just a moment. I spin around and stumble backward, landing in a corner. CLANG! I shake out my head. Toyboy is there. I fell in my corner. Like I planned.
My buddy slaps my shoulder for the tag.
TAG! TOYBOY VS. ENCHANTER!
Enchanter snarls, “Get lost. We were having fun with your boy.” He laughs, “Look at him! The muscle bitch can barely stand!”
That’s a lie! I’m standing fine. I drop down the turnbuckles until I land on my ass. BUMP! BUMP! PLOP! I roll out of the ring and confidently relax on one knee, holding onto the apron as I watch what’s going on.
Toyboy replies, “You’ll get another chance. He’s tough. He just needs a second.”
“Maybe this works. We destroy you and we get his ass.”
Scourge calls out, “Works for me, buddy. End this thing.”
They lock up. Against Toyboy, Enchanter actually looks bigger. Well, he does until Toyboy twists and hip tosses the blonde bitch over onto his ass. WHOA! PLOP! My tag partner grabs Enchanter’s arm, locking it in an armbar. Stupid jobber. He totally underestimated my guy. I use my unbelievable resilience and stamina to rise to my feet. Have to be ready for when he tags.
Enchanter grunts. He rolls up to his feet, Toyboy still working the shoulder. Blondie manages to pull his arm free. He goes for a surprise side kick, but Toyboy sees it coming. He grabs the green boot, spins, and takes Enchanter down with an easy leg takedown. WHAM! Toyboy comes in fast, locking the blond loser’s right arm behind his back with a hammerlock.
Toyboy wraps his thin arm around Enchanter’s thin neck. My tag partner chokes a bitch as he holds him tight. I know if I had that hold, I’d just flex my bulging bicep and Enchanter would be out, but Toyboy has to do different stuff. I wish I had a bag of his toys here. I’d toss him something. It wouldn’t be cheating because that’s his thing. Everyone knows it, so it’d be okay.
The blond twink manages to squirm around and force them both to their feet. Enchanter powers out. He spins with a big clothesline. Oh shit! Toyboy ducks. The blond twink’s arm flies over my tag partner. I call out. “Duck!” He must have heard me in advance. As Enchanter stops, Toyboy comes in with a big gut punch. THUD! I pump my fist, “Gut punch!”
We’re really in sync. Toyboy is doing stuff as I tell him. My buddy scoops the lightweight loser up. Pretty good power. He bodyslams Enchanter onto his back. BOOM! Toyboy adds in some boots. STOMP! STOMP! STOMP! Damn, it’s like twinks gone wild in there and my twink is winning! I pull myself onto the apron. It’s almost time for me to get back in and save the day.
As Toyboy drags blondie up, Scourge makes a move to enter the ring. My buddy sees it, but he doesn’t see Enchanter make a fist. The kneeling lightweight punches Toyboy in the abs. THUD! OOF! Enchanter dives at my buddy, spearing him into a neutral corner. CLANG! Uh oh. Enchanter wails away on Toyboy’s teeny body. POW! THUD! WHOMP! Trapped in the corner, my tag partner can’t escape it. KAPOW! BAM! THUD!
Enchanter drags Toyboy out of the corner by his hair. He scoops him across his chest. Uh oh. Blondie bodyslams Toyboy down. BOOM! My buddy arches his back. Enchanter drags him up again, right into a scoop across the blond twink’s sunken chest. Another bodyslam. BOOM! Fuck. Enchanter drags him up for a third bodyslam. BOOM! Toyboy is really hurting now.
I cry out, “Make the tag!”
Scourge laughs, “You should be using your finger to open your hole for our dicks, bitch. We’re almost done with your little master.”
Enchanter is driving his boot down on Toyboy’s abs. STOMP! STOMP! STOMP! He jumps up, coming down with a leg drop. WHAM! The blond lightweight drags Toyboy up. He whips my tag partner into the opposite corner. Scourge is waiting. He grabs my buddy’s wrists and forces his arms over the top rope, holding his wrists down. Enchanter moves in. His back is to me, but I know he’s smirking.
The blond twink pounds on Toyboy’s body again. THUD! POW! THUD! My tag partner can’t do anything, but I think he can take the abuse. POW! THUD! POW! I hope so. Toyboy tries kicking Enchanter away, but he can’t. The blond jerk leans in, pressing their skinny bodies together. He grabs my tag partner by the chin, “I fucking love punishing you, you mouthy bitch.”
Scourge says, “Lemme have a turn.”
“Yeah, okay.”
They slap hands.
TAG! SCOURGE VS. TOYBOY!
Enchanter exits before Scourge comes in. Is that allowed? Probably not, because they’re cheaters. Enchanter grabs Toyboy’s wrists. Scourge slides in. He takes over breaking down my tag partner. THUD! POW! THUD! Winston’s torso is red as fuck. His pecs and abs really show the abuse that he’s been taking. Damn. What should I do? I could cheat, but I’m not sure. Winston hasn’t called for me. If he was going to submit, he’d call for me, right?
Scourge pauses. He says, “You’re such a fake fucking dom. You can only take control if the guy’s a complete submissive butch like Birdy over there. We take who we want. We eat real doms for breakfast, flipping them in our sleep.”
I growl, “You’re going to pay for this!”
The dark-haired mop head turns and laughs, “You loose, yet muscle bitch? I’m just about done with your bitch master.”
Toyboy suddenly lifts his boots. He braces them on Scourge’s thighs and pushes back. My tag partner drives the top of his head into Enchanter’s chin. CRACK! The blond loser lets go of Toyboy’s wrists and spins away, holding his jaw. Scourge is surprised, especially when my twink partner pushes on his legs and sends him to the canvas on his back. SPLAT!
With nothing between Toyboy and me, my tag partner fights through the pain and moves toward me. Scourge spins and grabs for his ankle, but it’s too late. My buddy crosses the ring and reaches my outstretched hand.
I’m in!
TAG! BIRD BOY VS. SCOURGE!
I leap over the top rope as Toyboy rolls under the bottom rope. I land with the precision of a world-class gymnast and break into a sprint at Scourge. I’m shockingly fast for a guy with my ridiculous amount of muscle. Some people call it inhuman. Others just think it, because they’re too ashamed to acknowledge how much better than them I am as an athlete.
Within seconds, I clear the distance. My massive muscular body flying at him terrifies Scourge. Like the coward he is, his flight instincts kick in. He manages to spin out of the way. I fly past him. The dark-haired twink shoves my back as I pass. Damn, my speed is too great. I run into the corner, slamming in front-first. CLANG! I bounce backward, stumbling powerfully.
Suddenly, I feel the coward’s boots hit my broad, ripped back. The dropkick pushes me back to the corner CLANG! Enchanter grabs my wrists and braces with his boots. Before I can tear my hands away, Scourge has the back waistband of my tight green trunks. He lifts them up high and fast. I cry out with a manly scream as my balls are crushed by the vicious wedgie.
Scourge whips his tiny twink hand against my smooth, flawless butt cheek. I flex it as his hand strikes. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! The twink laughs through the pain his hand must be feeling as it strikes my butt, which is hard as concrete. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! He says, “Yeah, that’s nice. Perfect shade of red.” SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! “Pathetic muscle bitch loves getting spanked.”
I tear my hands away from Enchanter. Now they’re in trouble. Scourge jumps up. He puts his hands behind my head and pushes down. I brace with my powerful arms, stopping myself from going down. Enchanter grabs my hair and pulls. Between the two of them, they have enough luck to pull my head into the top turnbuckle. BANG! I’m momentarily stunned. UNH!
The twink tag team spins me around. Scourge pushes my arms back. Enchanter grabs my wrists and pulls my arms straight back. He plants his boot and pulls. I could power out easily, but Scourge starts firing punches into my abs. THUD! POW! THUD! He boxes with body, giving me rapid fire jabs and crosses. POW! THUD! POW! I tighten up my wall of muscle.
Scourge drives into me, lifting his knee into my abs. WHOMP! OOF! He goes back to hammering my eight-pack. THUD! POW! THUD! The guy must have boxing training. He’s quick and relentless. Somehow, he doesn’t break his hands. As a twink, there’s no muscle covering his bony knuckles. I feel them digging into my flesh like brass knuckles. POW! THUD! POW!
The dark-haired mop head stops. He slaps me across the face. WHACK! I growl. He grabs my bulge, his tiny twink hand unable to hold my impressive manhood. His fingers start squeezing. He rubs my stretched pecs as Enchanter keeps pulling backward. Scourge grabs my nipple, pinching it. I confidently whimper against the two-pronged attack. The twink smirks at me.
“Time to release your submissive muscle bitch side. You know you want to.”
I respond with a masculine moan as he mercilessly molests me. I look at him, my jaw hanging open as he plays with my sizable pouch and magnificent chest. I move my hips to escape, but he misinterprets my move. Scourge laughs, “Yeah, that’s the muscle bitch we all know and love. That’s the muscle bitch who kneels before any guy with the least bit of alpha in him.”
Enchanter laughs, “You’re such a fucking cunt. Yeah, he’s not even fighting me.”
Toyboy calls out, “FOCUS!”
The blond twink behind me responds, “Shut up! Face it, we’re taking your bitch from you. Listen to him! Birdy is already ours.”
I look past Scourge. Toyboy is staring at me. I growl. I fight back, overpowering Enchanter. I kick out, driving Scourge back. I twist my arms and pull, my upper body pumping up. My muscles grow as I overpower the twink behind me. His little muscles are nothing. Not even with a boot braced on the ring can he hold me. I tighten up. My veins pop. My hands are at the top ropes.
Scourge spins, swinging his boot across my head. CRACK! The lucky shot hits my temple and stuns me. I sag for just a moment. Enchanter lets go of my arms, silently admitting that I’m way too much man for him. Before I can make my spectacular comeback against these cheating twinks, the dark-haired mop head kicks up between my legs. SQUISH! AH! I bend forward!
The cheating twink grabs my hair. He forces my head up. Scourge comes in, reaching between my legs. He manages to scoop me up across his sunken chest, holding my massive muscular body up somehow. Enchanter reaches over and slaps his buddy’s shoulder.
TAG! ENCHANTER VS. BIRD BOY!
Scourge can’t hold me up for long. He bodyslams me down. BOOM! Before I can majestically rise, Enchanter launches himself off the top turnbuckle. He comes down with a frog splash on top of me. SPLAT! OOF! From that height, even a twink can feel like a lot of weight. The blond twink sits on my face. He pulls down the back of his green tights and wiggles his ass, burying my face between his cheeks.
Enchanter laughs, “Smell a real man, jobber bitch. Get licking.”
The arrogant punk starts pounding away on my abs. THUD! POW! THUD! Scourge (it must be him) grabs my legs and folds me up. Toyboy yells, “THAT’S FIVE!”
As Enchanter locks my legs under his armpits, Scourge replies, “I’m just gonna count the pin.”
My trunks are still wedged up my butt. Enchanter plays my mountainous, muscular ass cheeks like they’re beautiful bongo drums. WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! Meanwhile, his jerk of a partner is right by my ear. I can’t see with my face buried in blond twink butt, but I can hear Scourge taunting me, telling me how good I look (duh) as a helpless muscle jobber and how he can’t wait to double team my ass.
SLAP! “ONE!” WHAP! WHAP!
Toyboy yells, “POWER OUT!”
SLAP! “TWO!” WHAP!
I power out at two, easily throwing the lightweight loser off me. I roll over. Scourge makes a move, but Toyboy calls him out on it. He shoots my tag partner the finger, but he rolls out of the ring without challenging him. I appreciate the thought, but I was looking forward to beating on both of them at once. I push up onto my knees, ready to finish the match.
Suddenly, Enchanter is behind me. He wraps his scrawny arm around my neck, slapping on a rear naked choke. I grab his shoestring forearm and tiny bicep. The blond punk leans into it. I fight as I kneel there. He’s tightening his grip. I’m staring at the canvas between my knees, concentrating on escaping. I pull on his arm to keep my breath.
“That’s my sleepy muscle bitch.” The twink sings a lullaby to me …
The blond twink laughs, “Yeah, that’s my good little jobber boy. I can feel you weakening. Just accept it. Just think of how great it’ll feel when we DP your ass.”
I growl as I fall forward, my forehead on the canvas. I hear Toyboy, “Don’t!”
Scourge says, “I’m just checking his arm.”
My right arm goes up. It comes down. PLOP!
It’s lifted again.
Toyboy says, “C’mon, Bird Boy! FIGHT!
My arm goes down again. PLOP!
Scourge laughs as he lifts my arm again, “Too late for that. This muscle bitch is ours.”
Toyboy says, “Your reward is waiting!”
“His reward is being owned by two REAL men!”
When Scourge lets go, my arm doesn’t drop.
Toyboy cries out, “YES!” I keep it up. I form a fist.
I burst up, throwing me and Enchanter backward. I land on top of him. SPLAT! My 205-lbs of unmatched muscle crushes him into the canvas like the bug he is. I see Scourge to my left. I kick my boot out and catch him in the face. WHACK! He flies backward, rolling out of the ring. I roll off Enchanter, getting my mind right. I’m done with this shit of being their bitch.
Time to show them what Bird Boy is all about!
I get to hands and knees. Enchanter suddenly grabs my head. He pulls, driving my forehead into the canvas with a mini-DDT move. CRACK! Even though it’s not a real DDT, only hitting it from a couple of feet up, I’m still a little stunned. The sleeper is still affecting me a little. Just a little. Enchanter grabs my boot. He drags my powerful body to his corner.
I’m face down, but I hear the unmistakable sound of hands slapping.
TAG! SCOURGE VS. BIRD BOY!
Next thing I feel is Scourge’s 175-lbs of skin and bones landing on me like the biology classroom skeleton that he is. SPLAT! I take it, preparing to throw him off. Unfortunately, these two use the long five-count again. They spin me so I’m facing my corner. With Enchanter’s help, Scourge can get me up into a camel clutch. ARGH! My arms are locked behind Scourge’s bony knees.
Enchanter grabs my hair, and they make me look at Toyboy. He says, “Look at your twink dom, Birdy. He’s a helpless little bitch, just like you. Giving in to him? You’re pathetic!”
Scourge says, “They’re both pathetic. I don’t see a dom, I see two subs. Two bitches.”
Enchanter finally gets out of the ring. He says, “Yeah, The Cave is too fucking easy. Maybe we hire The Bat next. Make him our bitch, too.”
“Might as well own the whole fucking set.”
Toyboy says softly, “Reward.” Looking at Toyboy, I know they’re wrong. He’s not a sub. Not a bitch. I’d never let him play with me like he does if he was. And The Bat? He’d eat them for lunch. Just like me. These guys are all wrong. I’m the strongest, smartest, and most skilled wrestler ever. They think I’m the weak link?
I’m not the weak anything!
Scourge tries everything he can to make me give. I hold on, refusing to give to these losers. This hold? It doesn’t even hurt. Not as long as I can see Toyboy. I immediately hear a slap.
Enchanter says, “Lemme finish him off.”
TAG! ENCHANTER VS. BIRD BOY!
Scourge lets go of the camel. I fall forward, hitting on my chest and face. SPLAT! The dark-haired mop head puts his boot on my bare butt. They’re talking over me, like I’m done. Enchanter says, “You’re too nice. When I fishhook him and rock back, the muscle bitch’ll be screaming for mercy.”
“You gonna give him any?”
“What do you think?” They laugh. “Time to end this.”
Enchanter moves over me. I push up and rise, lifting him with me. I topple him right into Scourge. WHOA! WHAM! They go down hard. I drop down to one knee, confidently pausing. I look to Toyboy. I decide to make the tag, even though I’m fine. Barely winded. My muscles are pumped and sweaty, my head clearing. I don’t even feel the wedgie anymore.
My tag partner says, “Be careful, they’re getting up.” Toyboy points, “Scourge, get out of the ring. It’s way more than five.”
My keen wrestling senses tell me that they’re rising behind me. I spin quickly. I dive at a surprised Enchanter, driving him into the nearest corner. CLANG! Oh, it’s their corner. Scourge is there. Just like I planned. I know what to do. I’ve been trained by the second-best (after me). When the dark-haired twink tries to reach over the top rope, I kick him in the knee. He cries out and slips off the apron from the force of my boot.
I rise up, “Big mistake, blondie. You woke the giant!”
Enchanter tries to kick between my legs, but I block it. I grab him by the throat and inner leg. I press the twink up and toss his 170-lbs of skin and bones over the top rope onto his partner. WHOA! CRASH! They go down, landing in a heap. I can’t resist flexing over them. Yeah, they’re “real men”. Pfft. Toyboy calls me over. I decide to stop flexing and go back to my corner.
Toyboy says, “Looks like I was right. They are too cocky to be sofa boys.”
“I can handle them.”
“We can handle them.
I sigh, “Right. We can handle them.”
Everyone needs to try to share credit for my unmatched greatness. Luckily, I like and respect Toyboy too much to argue with him. Even though it’s entirely up to me to win this thing.
“They’re almost up. Want to tag?”
“No, I’m good.”
My tag partner smiles, “You’re better than good. You’re perfect.”
I smile. His eyebrows go up and his chin rises. I kick back, hitting Scourge in the gut. WHOMP! OOF! He cowardly staggers backward. I start to move in on him, but Toyboy stops me. He says, “Enchanter was the legal man.” We realize he’s not in their corner. “Where is he?”
Toyboy looks left. I look right. There’s a blond head bobbing. I say, “Got him.” Enchanter is sneaking along the apron, crouching to stay out of sight. I laugh, “He’s trying to sneak attack me while Scourge distracts me! What a couple of cheating bitches.”
My tag partner points, “Get back to the corner, boys. We’re doing this right.” He whispers to me, “They’ll try to distract you again. Play along and they’ll make a mistake."
The two dirty twinks do what they’re told and back up to their corner. They get on the apron. Enchanter comes in and Scourge goes out. They immediately tag.
TAG! SCOURGE VS. BIRD BOY!
As Scourge comes in, Toyboy says, “Good to see that you boys can take orders from a mouthy twink. That’ll come in handy during stakes.”
I laugh, “They’re twinks, too, so of course they can.”
Enchanter yells from the apron, “Fuck you!”
As I look at Enchanter, Scourge charges. Too bad, I knew that was their plan. I only played along so they’d make a mistake. I leap forward. Scourge can’t stop. He runs face-first into my steel curtain abs. WHAM! The dark-haired twink goes down from the sheer force of my body. SPLAT! He might be out after hitting the wall of bricks. No, looks like he’s only stunned.
I drop my ass onto his sunken chest. CRUSH! I grab his mop of hair and drag him sideways with me into a head scissors. The lightweight loser thrashes as I flex my legs, crushing his empty skull. I look great. My abs are still red, but they feel great. I lie on one elbow, just squeezing tighter and tighter. I flex my bicep and kiss it for Enchanter. SMOOCH!
The helpless blond punk is telling his buddy not to give. Too bad for him, it’s not Scourge’s decision. My legs are an unbreakable vice. I keep pulsing the pressure flexing harder and harder. No way can he stand much more of this. The dark-haired mop head is fighting me less. Reality is setting in. Power beats poser every time. I do a side plank to amp up the pressure.
Scourge is whimpering like the bitch he is. He’s gripping my legs, searching for a weak spot. There isn’t one. He couldn’t hurt my legs with a sledgehammer. The lightweight loser gasps. His arm drops. Maybe he’s going out? I lower the side plank to really finish him off. Scourge makes a fist. Trying to show he’s still alive, I guess.
The dark-haired twink suddenly whips his arm around. The fist slams into my junk! SQUISH! ARGH! He does it again! SQUISH! ARGH! My legs open up. The dirty punk slips free. FUCK! I moan, “You cheating fucker!” Enchanter laughs at me as I rub my manhood. Fuck that hurt. Scourge staggers to his feet. I get to hands and knees. He grabs my hair to force me up.
As I rise, I grab Scourge around his tiny waist. I lift him up and bring him down onto my knee, jamming his tailbone with reverse atomic drop. WHACK! Scourge bounces off, flops around holding his ass, and lands face down, ass up. Bitch. I kick his ass, making him go flat on the canvas. I walk off the low blows. Fuck, I hate low blows. Toyboy tells me to get back on him.
I get back on Scourge. I grab his boots, pulling them back and up. I flip the lightweight loser onto his back and lock his boots under my armpits. I start turning, quickly spinning him in an airplane spin. We whirl around at high speed. He closes his eyes and holds his head. After a few turns, I let go. He flies a few feet, lands hard on the back of his shoulders and skids. BONK! SKREE! The lightweight loser stops right in our corner at Toyboy’s feet.
Damn I’m good. No. Damn I’m perfect.
Behind me, Enchanter is yelling at his partner. I spin suddenly and run at him. He freezes in shock. I slam into him, driving an elbow into the side of his head. CRACK! The force sends him flying off the apron. He lands hard on the thin mats covering the floor. BOOM! Enchanter moans and rolls onto his back, unmoving. Good. I dust my hands and return to my corner.
I proudly say, “That felt good.”
Toyboy has let Scourge crawl to his feet, using our corner for support. Suddenly, my partner reaches around, under Scourge’s armpits. WHA? My tag partner grabs the dark-haired dope’s nipples. He pinches them with his powerful fingers. Oh shit. I know what those things can do. They’re worse than nipple clamps. Scourge cries out and dances like the little bitch he is.
I charge in. Toyboy lets go and Scourge is helpless as I slam into him, crushing him in the corner. CRUNCH! OOF! I back out. Scourge takes one step out of the corner and falls forward, face planting on the canvas. SPLAT! He moans when I put my boot on his back and step over him like he’s a door mat. Which he is now, thanks to me. I slap hands with Toyboy.
Might as well give my tag partner a chance at glory now that I’ve done all the hard work.
TAG! TOYBOY VS. SCOURGE!
Toyboy jumps over the top rope. He lands with his knee in Scourge’s back. WHAP! UNH! That gets the dark-haired mop head crying out. Good. I slide out of the ring. My partner reaches down between Scourge’s legs. He says, “You like to grab bulges. How do you like yours being grabbed?” The cheating twink cries out. “Yeah, I thought you’d enjoy that, Scourge.”
Unlike the other two twinks, Toyboy has a huge hand. More than enough for Scourge’s tiny package. He squeezes and lifts. The dark-haired mop head is crying out as he’s forced to his feet. My tag partner stays behind him. Scourge swings wildly, but he can’t hit Toyboy. One of the advantages of being a little person. Toyboy grabs Scourge’s thick head of hair, pulling back.
Scourge whimpers as he looks at the ceiling, his junk getting crushed. I laugh, “Now who’s getting owned by my man Toyboy?” My tag partner lets go of Scourge’s pouch. He uses the cheating douchebag’s mop to pull him backward. Toyboy goes to one knee, pulling Scourge with him. Scourge lands on Toyboy’s leg in a modified over-the-knee backbreaker. KRAKT!
Toyboy holds the suffering scumbag in place. My tag partner pushes down on Scourge’s chest and knee, bending him even more. ARGH! The dark-haired mop head is moaning in pain. Toyboy pushes him off his knee. Scourge lands on his back. PLOP! He sits up, fighting through the pain. Too bad for him, Toyboy isn’t giving out any recovery time today.
My tag partner comes in behind the sitting Scourge. Toyboy reaches around his neck and pulls Scourge back into a dragon sleeper. He digs his knee into the dark-haired dirtbag’s back, bending him backward. Scourge is gasping and flailing. He plants his feet and bridges, but Toyboy counters by pulling back. They fall to the canvas with my tag partner wrapping his legs around the helpless cheater.
Scourge groans in the choke. Toyboy adds some humiliation to the choke/body scissors combo. He uses his free hand to molest Scourge’s sunken chest. He attacks with pinches to the nipples, claws for the pecs, and forearm smashes. WHOMP! WHOMP! WHOMP! Scourge is weakening in the hold, but he’s not giving or going out. Toyboy lets him go, ready to move on.
Enchanter is calling out, desperately reaching for the tag, even though they’re ten feet apart from each other. Toyboy makes the distance even longer. He grabs Scourge’s boot and drags him back to our corner. Toyboy flips Scourge onto his back. He sits, holding the Scourge’s boots. My tag partner extends his leg to press his boot on Scourge’s balls. ARGH! The dark-haired whiner is whimpering and writhing on the mat.
When Toyboy says, “Tag my shoulder!”, I eagerly accept. I’m proud of myself for giving Toyboy a chance to contribute, but I got this.
When it’s time for a match to end, that’s my time.
TAG! BIRD BOY VS. SCOURGE!
I smoothly jump over the top rope, coming down with a big leg drop on Scourge’s chest. WHOMP! Toyboy releases the loser’s legs as I roll up to my feet. Yeah, I think I’ll finish this clown. I’m bored with them. I grab the dark brown mop this jerk calls a hairstyle. It’s surprisingly soft and luxurious. I pull him up fast so he doesn’t have time to counter.
Scourge flies to his feet, right into a scoop and big Bird Boy bodyslam. BOOM! The twink bounces on the canvas. I drag him up by his hair again. This time, I pull his body into mine. THUD! I wrap my arms around his waist and lift him up in a bearhug. Scourge cries out. he lifts his legs and brace them against me to try to ease the crippling pain of my bearhug.
Good luck.
I have the most devastating bearhug in The Cave. Maybe in the world. Scourge reaches over my shoulder, desperate for a tag. Yeah, no. I’m not letting go. I shake him mercilessly. I feel his body collapsing against the force of my crushing vice. Scourge tries a head shot, but I shake him and when it hits, there’s nothing on it. BAP! I laugh, “You’re a fucking joke!”
Scourge sags even more. If he doesn’t give, he’ll go out. I squeeze harder. I look at Toyboy, seeing the pride in his face. Scourge draws his arms back for a desperation move, but I shake him, and he flops back and forth. The guy is like a rag doll in my arms. The dark-haired mop head is practically limp in my arms. I’m a fucking god. I look at the mirror. Perfection.
Toyboy says, “Don’t look at me. Don’t look at yourself. Look at Enchanter.”
“I got this.”
I squeeze harder. Toyboy puts one leg through the ropes. I back up. He’s not tagging me now. “Don’t! He’s behind you!” Duh, I know their corner is behind me. I’m nowhere near it for them to tag. I know what I’m doing — SQUISH! URK! I feel the pain before I realize what’s happening. Enchanter’s arm just slammed up between my legs. SQUISH! He did it again!
I lose the bearhug as I moan, “You fucking cheaters!”
Scourge stumbles backward. He says, “Our old coach used to say. If you ain’t cheating …”
Enchanter finishes the thought, “You ain’t trying.”
Suddenly, Toyboy flies past me. I hear a collision behind me. Before I can turn, Scourge kicks out, lifting his tiny boot up between my tree trunk legs and hitting my big, beautiful balls! SQUISH! The third low blow in a few seconds drops me to my knees. Tears form in the corner of my eyes. Scourge forces me up. He pushes me and I collide with someone. BAM! It’s Toyboy! We go down together.
The twink throw my tag partner out of the ring over the top rope. They come back to me. I get dragged up and whipped into the ropes. When I run off, they hit me with a double shoulder block. WHAM! I got down hard. They drag me to my feet. I wobble powerfully as they run into opposite sides of the ring. When they come off the ropes, they slam into me, sandwiching me between their scrawny bodies. WHOMP! OOF!
They bounce off and I stumble, eventually falling back into the ropes. Toyboy is there. He warns them, “Enough.” He points at Enchanter. “Get back to your corner.”
“Yeah, okay. You, too, mouthy twink.”
Blondie and Toyboy exit the ring, going back to their corners. Good. I step off the ropes, but Scourge dropkicks me. Despite my almost inhuman reflexes, I can’t dodge in time. WHACK! I fly back to the ropes. Enchanter is there to grab me. They tie me in the ropes, binding my arms out to the side, the top and middle ropes locked around my powerful limbs.
Scourge starts kicking my torso. STOMP! STOMP! STOMP! Enchanter jumps in and joins him. STOMP! STOMP! STOMP! Scourge goes out of the ring behind me. He adds a choke from behind. Enchanter keeps kicking me. STOMP! STOMP! STOMP! The blond punk stops to slap my face. SMACK! “Okay, muscle bitch, you’re done.” He grabs my pecs, “This body is ours.”
Scourge tightens the choke, “Fucking loser. I’m glad you fought back. You’re such a sub that we were worried you’d lie down for us.”
Enchanter squeezes my nipples. UNH! He twists them hard as he puts a boot on my bulge.
Suddenly, Toyboy flies in with a forearm to Enchanter’s back! WHOMP!
NO TAG! TOYBOY VS. ENCHANTER/SCOURGE!
Enchanter falls against me. SLAM! The impact sends me back. Scourge loses the choke. I hear him saying, “Whoa! Whoa!” He must be losing his balance on the ring apron. I try to power out of the ropes. I flex and pull, almost tearing the steel cables from the ring posts, but just missing. My tag partner gets behind Enchanter and pulls his tights up in a wedgie. YIKES!
Toyboy keeps lifting as Enchanter tries to pull away. He’s only making it more painful as the back of his green tights is halfway up his back. Scourge slips in beside me under the middle rope and over the bottom one. I would’ve stepped over both. I try to kick him. Scourge looks at me, but before he can say anything, Toyboy spins and sends Enchanter into his tag partner. NO! CRASH! They both go down.
Toyboy races to me. He tries to unwrap the ropes. Unfortunately, Scourge and Enchanter are up. They grab him before he can free me. The dirty twinks wrap Toyboy up on either side and pull back with a double Russian leg sweep. BOOM! I grimace as I see my tag partner manhandled. Damn, if only it wasn’t impossible for me (or anyone) to be slightly stronger.
Two twinks are stronger than one. Scourge and Enchanter drag Toyboy up. They gorilla press him into the air. I shake my head, “Don’t!” The cheating punks laugh as they throw Toyboy at me. He crashes into my chest. WHOMP! OOF! Toyboy bounces off and rolls away. He tries to get to the ropes, but they’re on him too fast, driving their boots onto his lean, ripped body. STOMP! STOMP! STOMP!
Scourge comes over to me. He grabs my hair and lifts my head. He can see the burning defiance in my eyes. The dark-haired twink slaps me across the face. SMACK! My cheek burns with rage from his cowardly move. I growl, “You’re brave now. Let me go and we’ll see how brave you are!” SMACK! Another slap, this time to my other cheek. I don’t care.
“You’re the last one to talk brave, Birdy. You let a little twink own you. You’ve got no self-respect. It’s pathetic. We’re gonna show you what real doms look like by owning your dom right in front of you.”
While we’ve been talking, Enchanter has been continuing to abuse Toyboy. He drags my tag partner over to me by his hair. Toyboy fights back with a stiff punch to the gut. THUD! Great move, but Scourge runs in, clotheslining him down. THWAK! The force spins Toyboy all the way around. he lands on his face between the heels’ boots. They push down, keeping him flat.
Enchanter snarls, “You act like a big man, but you’re really a subby twink bitch.”
I defend him, “No, he’s not!”
Scourge laughs, “By the time we’re done with him, you’ll see the truth.”
Blondie says, “I know he’s got his toys somewhere around here.”
The dark-haired punk nods, “We’ll find them and teach you a lesson, cocky twink. You and your big muscle bitch.”
Talking to Toyboy, Enchanter says, “You’re a fucking chihuahua — you think you’re tough, but you’re just a little barker. We’re fucking pit bulls. We’re gonna tear you apart.”
The two punks drive their boots onto him again. STOMP! STOMP! STOMP! They drag the struggling Toyboy to his feet. Scourge scoops him up and bodyslams him right in front of me. BOOM! Enchanter repeats the move. BOOM! I wince, not wanting to watch, but I have to. I have to find an opening. They dug Toyboy up to his knees and drag him to me.
The twink tag team bring our faces together. They force us to kiss, laughing at how helpless we are. Yeah, okay. I actually like it. Toyboy is a great kisser. We get into it. Scourge says, “Fuck these two.” As they pull us apart, realizing that had no effect on us, suddenly, their eyes bug out. I look down. Toyboy has whipped his hands around. He has both in a ball claw!
Toyboy’s huge paws are wrapped tight around Scourge and Enchanter’s junk. I howl with laughter as my tag partner takes control. He crushes their nuts, and they whimper like the little bitches that they are. Scourge flings his arm wildly, slamming his forearm into Toyboy’s face. WHACK! My tag partner loses the claws as he falls backward, reverse somersaulting.
Enchanter and Scourge are cursing as they hunch over, their balls still feeling the pain. Toyboy grabs the back waistband for both and lifts in big wedgies. YOW! They scream out, the wedgie hurting their balls even more. They’re swearing up a storm. Both punks throw an elbow back. Toyboy dodges Scourge, but Enchanter connects. CRACK! That staggers Toyboy.
They’re pissed now. Enchanter slugs Toyboy in the gut. My tag partner bends forward. Scourge comes in and slaps on a full nelson. Enchanter starts pounding Toyboy’s stretched out abs. THUD! POW! WHOMP! I hate this! I go wild in the ropes, still unable to break loose. They don’t even see me. They don’t care. POW! THUD! KAPOW! Toyboy’s abs turn red from the brutal abuse.
When Scourge lets go, my buddy drops to his knees, gasping. They drag him up by his hair into a double front facelock. They each grab a side of his tiny trunks. With coordination, they easily hoist him up, his body is light enough for even these two twinks to handle. They hold him upside down, his boots pointing at the ceiling. They’re letting the blood rush down to his head before falling back with a huge double suplex! BOOM! Toyboy bounces on impact.
As my tag partner rolls onto his side, reaching for his back, the cheating twinks high five each other. They lift Toyboy up into a double torture rack. They shimmy and turn in a circle showing off for me, making sure I see my friend being tortured. I growl, trying to focus. Trying to will Toyboy to find the strength to hold on. He does, unwilling to submit to these two jerks. Yay!
They drop Toyboy. SPLAT! Scourge says, “You love bearhugs, don’t you, Birdy? If you were more of a man … a man like either of us … you’d have this fake dom crying in your bearhug instead of owning your ass.”
Enchanter forces Toyboy up. He grabs him in a tight bearhug. My tag partner moans, but he won’t give. Not to this! Scourge slides in behind. What? He slides his arms in there and squeezes with a reverse bearhug! Toyboy is sandwiched between the two of them. He’s moaning as they crush his from both sides. He starts to sag in the hold, but doesn’t give in.
The blond twink says, “Big junk is wasted on a guy like you, Toyboy.”
“Yeah, feel the power of real men, not like you and Birdy. Anyone can get him. He’d lie down for any guy.”
“And he probably has!”
They laugh at me as they crush my tag partner. I gotta think of a way out! I hate seeing what they’re doing. I tense my muscles. If I get out, I’m gonna make them pay for hurting him!
Enchanter says to Toyboy, “We were gonna ignore you in stakes, but you’re so fucking cocky, thinking you can hang with us big boys, that we’re gonna double team you while Birdy watches.’
Scourge adds, “We’re gonna take Birdy from you. He can see how real men handle muscle bitch boys. Maybe even take him to Mexico with us. We can sell his sorry ass.”
Toyboy is gasping. He reaches at me and moans, “WWBD?”
Huh? Oh! Winston jokes whenever we play wrestle and I’m in trouble. He’ll ask, ‘What would The Bat do?’ It means remember my training. Stupid Cody. He never trained me how to … oh, wait. Yes, he did. He taught me how to escape being trapped in the ropes. Multiple ways. I pick the one that’ll put me in the best position to turn this whole match around. I bring my knees forward, hopping up to plant my boots so I’m squatting. PLOP! The jerks don’t even notice.
Big mistake.
I told them that I never skip leg day. Twist hands. Grab top rope. Push up like a jump squat. Big burst! Throw my body back. Flip my legs over. Keep my knees in so I can land on the apron. Fuck, I’m like a world-class gymnast, too. Except they’re all short. As I flip, the ropes unwrap. I use them to keep from flying too far back. I bring my feet down fast. PLOP! Yes! I did it.
I lean back, pulling the top rope with me. I call out, “Hey, losers. I’m the legal man, remember?”
Scourge and Enchanter turn. Toyboy fights free. I use my incredibly powerful legs, the tension of the ropes, and my unbelievable athleticism to launch myself at them. As I fly over the top rope, twisting in air, Toyboy drops to the canvas. I crash into the dirty cheaters. They’re overwhelmed by my power. We all crash down, with me on top of them. BOOM!
I roll off. They scramble up. Toyboy and I time it perfectly. I dive high with a double clothesline, my arms stretched out like a bird and Toyboy comes in low, aiming for the back of their knees. I hit first, knocking them back. WHOMP! He clips their knees a second later, flipping their boots up. THWAK! They land hard on their backs. WHAM! I’m up first, pumped and ready to kick serious ass.
NO TAG NEEDED! I’M THE LEGAL MAN!
BIRD BOY VS. ENCHANTER/SCOURGE!
Toyboy hangs back. Poor guy is still feeling the effects of the double team. I reach down and grab them around their skinny necks. My fingers dig in. I said earlier that they woke the giant. Now, they’ve woken the beast. The muscle beast! I choke the bitches as I pull them up, their scrawny 170-lbs bodies weighing nothing to me. I lift them up in the air and drop them with a double chokeslam! BOOM! They roll apart, moaning.
I grab Enchanter. I force him up to his feet. I grab his neck and balls. No more Mr. Nice Guy. I gorilla press him into the air. Scourge is up. His eyes go wide as I throw his tag partner at him. The blond missile crashes into the dark-haired twink. They crash down again. I move in. I grab both their wrists.
I roar as I turn to my right, dragging Enchanter up to his feet. I put so much force behind it that he is fired into the ropes behind me. I smoothly turn to my left; Scourge is pulled up. I whip him in the direction. As he passes by me, I put my hand in his back, directing him right at his partner who is ricocheting off the ropes. They slam into each other at running speeds. CRASH!
The lightweight losers go down again. SPLAT! I don’t wait even a second. Toyboy is cheering me on from our corner and it’s like it gives me even more strength, if that was possible. I force Enchanter up. I whip him front-first into our corner. CLANG! Toyboy grabs his wrists to keep him there. I pull up Scourge. He tries to fight, but I overpower him easily. I whip him front-first into his tag partner. BAM!
I don’t give Scourge the time to fall before I splash on top of his back, crushing both of them. WHAM! I bring my arms down and wrap them around their skinny waists. Stupid twinks have no meat, so I can grab my hands in front of Enchanter. I pull them back in the reverse double bearhug. They whine and whimper like the lightweight losers they are. I lean back, lifting their boots off the ground! They cry out in pain.
When I let them go, they collapse to hands and knees. They’re coughing and gasping like anyone who’s ever been bear hugged by me. I take two steps and kick under Enchanter, hitting him square in the gut. He is lifted off the mat, flipping over and rolling all the way under the bottom rope. I walk over. I casually kick him in the side, sending Enchanter to the floor below.
My mind is on fire right now, driven by rage. Everything is moving slower. When I get back to Scourge, he tries a surprise kick to my balls. I see it coming a mile away. I easily smack it away like he’s a child. Compared to me, he is. I drag him up, scooping him across my chest. I’m planning a bodyslam, but Toyboy says, “Incoming! Six o’clock!” I turn fast.
Enchanter is leaping off the top rope. I throw Scourge at him. They collide in midair and crash down to the canvas. I roar and beat my chest. I am the perfect muscle beast! Toyboy is beside me. He says, “These two don’t want to fight one-on-one? We won’t either.” Together, we drive our boots on them, me on Scourge, him on Enchanter. STOMP! STOMP! STOMP!
Toyboy asks, “Kissing camels?”
I nod.
Toyboy locks Enchanter in a camel clutch. Since I’m infinitely more powerful than any of these guys, I wait until he’s set. I easily drag Scourge’s wrecked body over to face his buddy. I pull his limp, twink body up into a camel and scotch him forward. W lower their faces so they’re eye-to-eye. It’s not the most painful, but it is the most humiliating.
My tag partner says, “Since you guys think it’s hot when tag partners are forced to kiss each other, I know you’ll love this.”
We push their faces together and shove their lips in. They squirm to resist, but I slide Scourge in even closer. I push and really mash their mouths together. They give in, kissing properly. They even moan as they do it. Yeah, that’s it. We break the long kiss by pulling back until they’re both screaming in unison. We don’t ask for a submission. We just enjoy the concert.
Toyboy says, “Let go.”
I decide to let go just as he does. He whispers to me, and I smile. We drag them upland lock on sleepers on our guys. We force them to the mirror so they can watch themselves go out. They’re fading fast. Toyboy leans to me. I lean to him. We make out as we knock them out. That’s how fucking dominant we are. Scourge goes limp. I let him drop. Enchanter goes next.
We stand proudly over the two twink carcasses. I can’t take my eyes off him, and he can’t take his eyes off me. Finally, Toyboy says, “You and Scourge are the legal men. Do the honors. Collect the reward.” I squat down. I lift his arm up and drop it. “ONE!” I don’t even watch, keeping my eyes on my tag partner. I can’t wait to see what my reward is.
Toyboy moves in. He puts his bulge at my face. I lean into it as I drop the spaghetti noodle arm. It was weak before I knocked his sorry ass out, but now, it’s got nothing. “TWO!”
As I bring the arm up for a third time, I totally lost in my tag partner’s scent. The taste of his sweat. The size of his dick which is already mostly hard. I drop the arm. Toyboy has to call it. “THREE!”
I rise up. I ask, “Are you okay?” He nods. I pump my fists, “We won.”
“Aw, you said ‘we won’ as opposed to ‘I won.’ Good boy.”
STAKES ROUND.
“Xaq, do you really want to fuck these two?”
I shrug, “Not really.” I add, “But I can. I can fuck them so hard their eyes will pop out of their heads.”
“I know you can, but I have a better idea for stakes. Instead of wasting our cum on these two, I’m going to give you your reward for winning. It’s all set up.”
I can’t hold back a smile, “That sounds awesome.”
I grab a wrist on each guy and drag the losers’ unmoving carcasses to the ropes. We jump out of the ring. I easily lift the unconscious Scourge on my left shoulder. Twinks are so light. My friend helps pull the other sleeping twink out while I squat down. Enchanter slides right onto my right shoulder. I stand up, handling their 345-lbs like it is nothing. Which it is for me.
We walk to the back. The limp losers are perfectly balanced as I strut confidently. I’m ready to drop them off in the showers to wake them up, but Winston heads to the gym. He turns to me and walks backwards, curling and uncurling his finger at me to follow him. I wonder why we’re heading his way? Winston opens the doors. Fortunately, it was built double-wide to handle the equipment. I cruise inside.
I immediately freeze.
There’s new stuff in here. Bondage stuff laid out. Winston smirks, “Surprise! Cody said it was okay for me to use this space.” I look around. Winston says, “He’s a great friend to you, you know.”
I nod, a little shellshocked, “Yeah, Cody’s always doing right by me.” I look at Winston, “So are you. I can’t believe this.”
“Do you want help setting them down?”
I look left and right, “Oh shit, I forgot I was holding these two.”
“You’re so strong. My perfect muscle freak.” I smile proudly. Winston points, “I think these benches will be perfect seats for them to watch the show. You’d like that wouldn’t you? An audience for our play?” I swallow hard as I confidently nod. “Good boy. Bring them over.”
Winston helps guide Enchanter onto a bench. He starts tying his wrists in place while I set Scourge down. When their wrists are secure, we carefully strip their trunks. Winston ties up their boots and these guys are going nowhere. He lubes up their junk and we give them handjobs. Even sleeping, they get hard. My friend binds their junk tight, keeping them hard.
“Now for the fun part.”
Winston hands me a pair of pasties. I put them on Scourge’s nipples, and he does the same to Enchanter. Scourge starts to stir for a second, but he stays out of it. Winston attaches wires to the pasties. Next, he pulls out butt plugs. We lube them up and move into position. On three, we slide them inside the unconscious team’s holes. UH! AH! That wakes them up.
Scourge and Enchanter start pulling on the ropes, but they’re going nowhere. Winston is too good at rope work for that. Even me, with all my incredible muscle, can’t break his rope work. What chance do these scrawny twinks have? None. They realize they’re trapped. They see the pasties, their bound junk, and feel the plugs. They look at each other, but they’re helpless.
In unison, they scream, “WHAT THE FUCK?”
Winston smirks, “Stakes, boys. You said how much you loved seeing me take stakes on Bird Boy instead of him fucking Valet. So, that’s what’s gonna happen here. You’re getting a show instead of our cocks. And to make sure you enjoy it, I’ve added a few toys. It’s what you paid for, after all.”
Enchanter moans, “You little fucker.”
Scourge squirms, “Why are my nipples cold?”
“Well, to attach the stimulators, I needed some gel. I chose a cooling lube. Keep them nice and hard. It makes the experience more … intense.”
The losers look confused. Enchanter smirks, “Yeah, real intense. I expected better.”
Winston presses a button on the remote in his hand. Suddenly, the guys start moaning. “That’s the lowest setting. I can go higher if that’s not intense enough on your nipples.” The losers shake their heads. Drool runs out of Scourge’s mouth. Enchanter throws his head back and he cries out in short, high-pitched bursts. They arch their backs, lifting their chests.
My friend asks, “Having fun, boys?” He stops the torture, and they relax. They look at him with hard eyes but say nothing. “Sorry, I didn’t hear that.” He presses the button and they’re back in ecstasy. “And of course, the plugs are Bluetooth.” Another button press and the guys go wild, thrashing as much as they can. Their bound junk flops. Scourge starts leaking.
The scruffy dark-haired one with the halfway decent pecs moans, “OH FUCK! I’M GONNA FUCKING SHOOT!!”
Winston smirks, “Not yet.”
The smallest guy in the room pauses Scourge’s torture. He’s controlling all of us. Well, I’m just acting, but he really owns these two. Of course, I’m really the number one guy in any room I’m in. Winston swipes some of the pre-cum off Scourge’s cock head. The mop head shudders as it happens. Fuck, what a lightweight. I’ve gone way longer with way more torture.
Enchanter is holding out. He shakes his head, “NO!” Winston feeds him his partner’s pre-cum. The blond growls, “NO!” Winston slides his finger in. Enchanter sucks on it. Winston ups the stimulation on both the pasties and plug. The short-haired twink changes his mind real fast. Now his cock is leaking, too. He pulls off the finger and begs, “STOP! I GIVE! I GIVE!”
Winston pauses the torture. “Still expect better? Because I have it, if you want it.” They shake their heads in defeat. Losers. “Let me hear it.”
Scourge is first to go, “Please, no more. I’ll just watch you and Birdy. Please.”
Enchanter breathes in. I can tell he hates to say it, but he does. “Me, too. Work over the muscle bitch. I’ll be quiet.”
“So, you both are submitting again? Verbal responses only.”
“Yes.”
“Yeah.”
“Yes what?”
In unison, they reply, “Yes, Sir.”
“Good boys. Enjoy the show.”
MY BIG REWARD.
Winston turns to me. It’s real now. I’ll show these losers how a real man plays. My cock is as hard as steel inside my trunks.
“Now, Bird Boy. It’s reward time. I’m combining your two loves. Your muscles and submitting to me.” Toyboy circles the gym, “It works like this. We will go from station to station. You will do as many reps as I want. You will pump up those muscles even more than they are. You will show our guests what you can do. And while you do that, I will be working, too.”
I nod, “Yes, Sir. What will you be doing?”
“Whatever I want.” My tag partner points, “Since you’re warmed up, we’ll jump right in with standing bicep curls.”
I walk over to the weight rack. I debate which dumbbells to grab. Knowing Toyboy, I’ll be lifting for a while. I grab the 30s. Light, but still more than any of these twinks probably do. I grab them and walk over. “Face the mirror.” I do. “Now, standard curls. Start lifting, boy. Go slow.” I start. My biceps pump. Fuck, I look great in my Bird Boy trunks, boots, and mask.
Toyboy starts checking me out. He caresses my biceps. Nice. I love being worshipped while I lift. He says, “My perfect muscle beast.” As I work, he says, “You love watching yourself, don’t you?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“I want you focused on me.” Toyboy puts a blindfold over my eyes. What? “Keep lifting.” I focus on working my muscles. “Good boy. That’s better. You know what you look like. You know you’re perfect. I know you’ve studied yourself so much that you know every detail. You know these big veins.” He runs his fingers over my main veins along my bicep. “Yeah, you do.”
It feels ticklish. Toyboy says, “Wide curls, boy. I don’t want to get bonked.” I pull my arms outside. These are harder than standard, but nothing I can’t handle. Glad I picked a light weight. Toyboy starts working my torso. Not being able to see has me twitchy, but I focus on my form. My cock starts to grow. When he hits my nipples, it’s all I can do to keep steady.
Toyboy’s hand grabs my cock. He says, “Hammer curls.” I move my arms in and turn my grip. He must be kneeling because I don’t hit him. His hand is working my cock. Now his lips. Oh fuck. Back to a hand. He says, “That’s my good boy. So big and hard. Yeah, that’s it.” I moan. Fuck, I must look amazing. My cock is rock-hard in my trunks. I feel my load building.
“You like being milked while working out, don’t you?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“You want to give me your load, don’t you?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“How close are you, boy?”
“Really close. Sir.”
“Good boy. You can stop with the curls.”
I lower my arms and he pulls away. What? The blindfold comes off. “Hand me the weights.” I do. “Heavy.” I smile, knowing how light they were for me. “Flex those arms.” I obey. “Yeah, just look at these arms.” They’re awesome. “Now, look at your dick, boy.” I do. It’s huge, like a club in my tiny green trunks. Weighing them down. There’s a wet spot for pre-cum. “You like that?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Good boy.” Toyboy hands me the weights back. “Rack these and load up a barbell, boy. Chest is next. Set up for decline bench press.” I get the bench ready, my cock settling down. My load retreats. Fuck. I lie down on the bench which I’ve tilted down. “I’ll spot you.” Toyboy squats, smothering my face with his taint and bulge. I smell his sweaty crotch. Mmm.
“Cock is growing again. You like this new position, don’t you?” My voice is muffled, but positive. “Good boy. Now, start pressing. Breathe in deep as you lower it.” Duh. “Good boy. I want to hear and feel your breathing.” My nose and mouth are full of his scent and taste. “Now, up. Yeah, that’s it. Hold it there.” I do. His hands start roaming. It feels nice.
“Now down and hold. I have something for you.” I bring it down. Suddenly, I feel rubber close down on my nipples. I moan into his crotch as the nipple clamps dig into me. Oh, fuck! “Good boy. Now, start pressing until I tell you to stop.” I start again. He stands up and I can see. I miss his scent, though. Toyboy moves around. “Eyes to the ceiling, boy.”
In this position, I’m wide open for what I know is coming. Sure enough, Toyboy starts milking me again. I groan. He peels my green trunks up and over my junk. My cock sticks out, hanging over my pelvis. Toyboy expertly milks it. He goes slowly, but I feel my load coming back up.
Toyboy lubes up his hands. He goes back to my dick, and they slide along my shaft. He’s just going up from base to tip. Gently and slowly. Left hand then right hand. He matches the speed of my press. Left hand on the extension. Right hand on the down. My nipples are killing me as my chest contracts and expands. My cock is dripping pre-cum. I whimper, hoping I can cum.
My tag partner says, “Think you could hit your face from here?”
“Yes, Sir! Definitely, Sir!”
Toyboy stops, “Definitely? Well, if you’re so sure, there’s no need to keep going. I was curious, but now, I’ll just believe you. You can stop now.” I cry out as he forces my cock and balls back into my trunks. It’s so uncomfortable! “Rack it. Stand up and head to the cables. Chest flies.” I roll off. My cock hurts as it threatens to rip the spandex in half. “Let me know when you’re ready.”
I stand at the machine facing out. I stagger my stance as I reach out wide and grab the cables. I pull forward, testing the machine. Got it. “We’re going to try something different this time, boy.” Toyboy moves behind me. He comes back, “You’ve been going light. Nice for a starter, but let’s challenge you.” I pull forward. Or I try to. “Too much?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Well, keep trying. Flex this chest for me.” I do. “Don’t strain yourself. Just a little isometric pump. Yeah, I love these striations.” Toyboy pulls out a flogger. Oh no. He starts by running it along my chest. WHAP! WHOOSH! WHAP! My smooth tanned flesh is streaked by the whipping. Red lines cut across my perfect pecs. “Just like the gladiator you want to be.”
I growl, “Thank you, Sir.”
The cat o’ nine tails goes lower, across my abs. WHOOSH! WHAP! WHOOSH! I tighten them up as much as I can. When the whips hit lower, I flinch. I get myself together. I know that I’m binding myself. I could let go of the grips, but that would be admitting defeat, something I will never do! The flogger slashes along my trapped cock. WHAP! WHOOSH! WHAP! I cry out.
Toyboy moves in. He grips my cock and plants his lips on my mouth. I hold the grips so tightly my knuckles go white. I want to grab him, but I can’t. I keep my arms out wide as he jerks me close to orgasm again, only to pull away. My head drops. I can see my cock. It’s begging for release. The pre-cum stain is bigger than ever. I look at Toyboy’s smirking face.
“Please let me cum, Sir.”
“You’ll cum.” I relax. “Eventually.” He laughs. “Come on. Lose the trunks. Squats are next.”
As I approach the squat rack, I see it. I board with a small dildo attached at an angle. “This is a test of coordination, so choose your weight wisely. You’re going to squat down and impale yourself on this little guy. I measured it all up and had a guy your height test it, so I know that you can do it. Once it’s in, you can rise.” I watch as he starts to lube it up. I go for a light weight for sure, knowing balance will be key.
“Let’s go.”
I go down. I can’t see the dildo, but I know where it is. I planted my feet just right, testing it before weight. I get low and feel it part my crack. I adjust, dropping lower. The rubber rod slides inside me. I moan and my cock sticks out straight. Holy fuck. I rise up. “That’s one. Nine more.” I nod. I do it again, sticking my butt back as I drop and taking it all. “That’s two.”
“Hold up. This is too easy.” What? “That’s a baby dildo.” Toyboy holds up a thicker, longer dildo. Oh fuck. He goes behind me. When he comes back, “Go on.” I breathe in and out. Okay, I can do this. I drop down and feel the thick rubber at my hole. I moan loudly as I back onto it. Oh fuck! My cock tightens up as I slide it in all the way. Oh fuck! It’s huge! “Good boy. Three.”
I do the next three with no trouble. My cock is painful as it throbs. Fucking myself has me close again. I whimper through the next two. Just two more. Toyboy moves in. He attaches a chain between the nipple clamps. I know what that’s for. As I drop for number nine, he pulls on the chain, stretching my nipples out. I cry out. My butt misses the dildo. My cock softens a little.
“Up. Try again, boy.”
I squat down, concentrating on my master’s task. I’m used to pain. Can’t build a body like this without it. I fight through the torture. My ass cheeks find the large dildo. I adjust my position and feel the tip. I press my hole against it and push my ass down and back. It penetrates me. I moan. “Look at me, boy.” I raise my head, staring at the handsome twink. I smile.
I keep my eyes on Toyboy as I drive the dildo deeper and deeper. My ass cheeks hit the plank and I know it’s in all the way. “Good boy.” I rise up. He grabs my throbbing, leaking rod. Toyboy plays with it. I gasp. He says, “Nine down. Just one more.” I nod. I focus again and repeat the process. I do it perfectly, even with him torturing me. When I rise, he taps my cheek, “Next.”
After I rack the weights, I turn to see Toyboy with a butt plug in hand. A big one. “It’s your favorite. You should be loose enough, boy.” I nod. He circles behind me. I hear the lube bottle cap pop open. Next thing I know, the slick rubber plug is pushed inside me. I rise onto my toes and lean back, moaning as it fills me up. My cock bounces, sending my pre-cum flying.
“Let’s go lower. Deadlift. I set up the barbell in advance. Cody suggested the weight.” I look at it. Fuck, it’s heavy. “Can you do ten reps, boy? Be honest.”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Face the mirror. You can watch yourself.”
“Thank you, Sir.”
I’m relieved. Ten is no problem. Cody picked right. I thought it might be another do it for two, three-minute deal. Suddenly, I feel the plug vibrating. I moan. “Ten still good, boy?” I nod. I start by bending forward. When I lift, I squeeze my butt, clamping down on the plug. Oh fuck. I moan loudly when I’m standing. I go forward. Toyboy is behind me. He flogs my ass. WHAP!
Fuck. I focus. I go up again. My rock-hard cock sticks out over the bar. I’m going to feel the vibration every time. It feels so good when I tighten up. My eyes roll back in my head. Another flog. WHAP! I bend forward and the cat o nine tails whips my ass back and forth. WHOOSH! WHAP! WHOOSH! I struggle to focus. My cock is pulsing, trying to fire off a load on its own.
Ten feels like twenty by the time I’m done. “Leave the barbell for now. We’ll take a break, boy. Flex for me. Flex because I ordered you to. Show off those muscles because it’s what I want.”
“Yes, Sir.”
I flex for my twink master. I look so good. Clamps, a plug, whip marks. None of it matters. I’m perfection and no one can deny it. I start to run through a whole routine. Toyboy moves in. He grips my cock. That alone almost makes me cum! He grabs my dick from underneath and slowly strokes me. It’s gentle. No pressure. It’s almost too much. I whimper as I flex.
“Focus on flexing, boy. I decide when you cum. You have one job. Show off that perfect muscle beast body, boy.” I nod, unable to reply verbally. My body moves through the poses via muscle memory. Fortunately, when you have as much muscle as me, you have a lot of memory, too. God, I look great. Just looking at myself might get me off. “Don’t shoot, boy.”
“Please, Sir!”
“Please what?”
“Please let me cum. I’m so close.”
“Of course you are. You’re looking at yourself.”
“Please! I’ve been a good boy!”
“Yes, you have. That’s why I’m doing this.” The nipple clamps come off. Toyboy leans in close to me. “You love this.”
I admit, “Yes, Sir.”
“Go to that bench, boy.”
As I walk over to the preacher curl bench, I hear the dirty twink tag team start moaning. I forgot they were even here. Sitting down, I’m looking right at them, my arms draped over the padded arm rest. They’re looking at me. The three of us all tied up and at Toyboy’s mercy. Fuck. The smallest guy is calling the shots. Thanks to me, of course, but still. I can tell my twink master restarted their butt plugs and pasties. The two of them are writhing.
Toyboy comes over. I brace for whatever he has planned. The twink runs his fingers over my arm muscles. He stands behind me and massages my back. I shudder. My cock is going nuts. It’s all I can do not hump my load out on the bench. I whimper, begging again, “Please, Sir. Please let me cum.” All I get is a small laugh as he rubs down my back to my butt.
The twink circles in front. He velcros fabric cuffs around my wrists. They’re each attached to three power bands that run under the bench. Instinctively, I test them. I can stretch them a little, but my arms are locked. Toyboy leans in over the padded rest. He grabs my hair and forces me into a kiss. Not that I resist. I love it when he kisses me. I melt for him.
“Butt up.” Toyboy circles around. He pulls out the butt plug. He orders, “Keep your butt up. Arch your back.”
I eagerly obey, knowing that I’m about to get his big, long cock. I look at the trapped tag twinks. They’re dry humping the hair, trying to get off as the toys have them on edge. I smirk, “I’m gonna get fucked so good. You losers have to settle for imitation dicks up your ass. Kind of suits a couple of posers like you.” They want to say something, but they can’t. They can only watch.
Toyboy grabs my hips, “That’s right, boy. You’re going to get fucked.”
When the twink’s big cock presses against my hole, I moan. When it pushes in, I give a powerful cry, gasping. It’s only in an inch and I’m begging in a manly way for more. Yeah, that’s it. It doesn’t take long before he’s all the way in. I look forward, smirking at the second rate twinks. They wish they were here, in my place. Toyboy and me have been doing this for a while. He knows how to get me going.
I moan loudly as Toyboy pounds my hole. His pelvis slams into my muscular butt cheeks. He’s sliding back and forth, taking my ass. Taking me. My arms strain against the bands as I feel the ecstasy of the brutal fuck. I push back into him, trying to get even more. My dick slams up and down, hitting against my abs, leaving a trail of pre-cum that stretches from cock to stomach.
I’m so pumped that I feel my load building. Oh my god, I’m going to cum. I warn Toyboy, but all he says is, “Yeah, boy. Shoot that load while I’m fucking you! Cum handsfree for me! Do it! That’s an order, boy! DO IT!” With his permission, I unleash my load. It explodes out of me. My whole massive body shakes, and I tighten up on his dick. Oh god. I whimper as I keep firing.
When I’m drained, Toyboy is still going. My majestic body is so sensitive. I can really feel his cock filling me. My cock goes soft for a second but is back up. Scourge and Enchanter are moaning as they see this all play out. The twink behind me is really ravaging my hole. Toyboy leans forward, gripping my tender, extra-sensitive nipples. I let out a manly cry. Oh god!
I turn my head, seeing myself in the mirror. From the side, I watch as I’m relentlessly fucked by the twink. My twink. My twink master. Toyboy says, “You look incredible. Perfect. Big, beautiful biceps bulging as you strain against the bands. Your body tensed. Every cut showing. Lined with your master’s marks. Your back arched, ass up to receive my cock.” I whimper.
Toyboy says, “You’re like the most beautiful piece of art, only better because no artist could imagine perfection like you.” I nod, my mouth hanging open. My eyebrows up. I can’t speak. Only grunt. “And I own you.” I gasp. “That’s right, boy. You’re my masterpiece. You made that body, but I made your mind.” I nod. “Can you cum for me, boy? Are you man enough?”
“FUCK!” I don’t say that. It was Scourge. As I turn my head from the mirror, I see the twink tag team. They are looking up, arched and moaning. Their screams fill the small gym. Both of the dirty punks shoot their loads simultaneously. They fire ropes of cum into the air. Their seed lines their skinny twink bodies. When they’re done giving up, they collapse, moaning softly.
“What about you, boy? Can you match them?”
I turn my head back to the mirror. Toyboy owns me? He owns me. Oh fuck! I suddenly explode for a second time, just minutes after the first. It hurts in the best way possible. I don’t even know how I’m doing it, but my aching cock is shooting and shooting. I raise my head and stare at the ceiling as my cock and balls squeeze out some kind of reserve. I am a fucking god.
Toyboy pulls out. I feel empty, but I’m so drained. He comes around in front of me. His huge cock is pointing at me. He says, “Come and get it, boy.” I summon the strength to push myself forward. I hang on the padded panel of the bench, resting my pelvis on it. I stretch out and grab his cock with my lips. He grabs my hair and fucks my face while spanking my raised ass. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
It doesn’t take long before I’m drinking down his load. It’s huge. So huge that I struggle to swallow it down. Luckily, I’m so great. I might be the only man who could handle his load. When he slows down, I work his cock again, cleaning his dick as he slowly thrusts back and forth. He massages my right cheek, the spanking over. When he pulls out, I hang limp on the bench.
Toyboy unties my wrists and helps me off the bench. We hug and kiss. He sits me on bench, and we rest. Eventually, I tidy up the gym as Winston goes to deal with something. When he comes back, he heads over to our ‘patrons’. I let Winston do all the talking.
“Thanks for hiring us, guys. We hope you got your money’s worth.” Winston smirks as he looks down at their shrinking dicks and the cum puddles on their torso, “I guess you did.” He explains, “Your stuff is all packed at the front. You’ll understand if we decline to shower with you.” We stand over them. “I trust there’s not going to be any issues?”
They shake their heads. We untie them. They stretch out, but I come in behind them. “Get out.” I grab them by the backs of their necks. “Let’s go, twinks.” When we reach the door, they grab their bags and I shove them outside. Naked. Cum-covered. Exhausted. I don’t care. “Bye.”
They growl, staring at us with hard eyes.
Winston smirks, “You boys want revenge?” They don’t reply, but the looks on their faces tell the story. They want revenge. “Then join The Cave. That’s the only way that might happen.” He tosses a flash drive to Enchanter who catches it with one hand. “Here’s a freebie. Our match is on there. No stakes, but it’s still a bonus. From the security cameras. It’s not the best, no close ups of your suffering, but maybe it’ll be inspiration.”
Scourge points at us but says nothing. What can he say? I laugh as I close the door, “Thanks for the cash. Enjoy getting fucked by luchas in Mexico, you stupid jobber twinks.”
SLAM!
THE NEXT STEP.
We’re cleaned up. Winston has his underwear and pants on, but I’m still naked. He likes to see me naked for as long as possible. Duh, of course he does, given how much he worships my godlike physique, including my stunning cock and balls, which are literally the perfect size. I will wait until he’s fully dressed before I get dressed. You know, to be a nice guy. Not because he ordered me to do it, but because he’s my friend.
I pace and flex. He has his shirt, but instead of putting it on, Winston leans back against the lockers and watches me. He says, “Something on your mind? You’re pacing as you flex for me.” I’m not nervous. I don’t get nervous. However, there is something that I’ve been wanting to ask him for a week. I haven’t found the right moment, but I think this is it.
“Uh, Winston?”
“Yeah?”
“I, um, want to ask you something. So, um, what are you, um, doing next Saturday? Not this one. The next one.”
Winston smirks, “You figure that’s how long it’ll take you to recover?”
“NO! I mean, I can play again whenever. You know me. I’m a machine. Your perfect muscle freak. I just mean, what are you doing? Not for play. For something else.”
“Oh?”
I confidently explain, “Uh, I have this thing. To do. Um, see, they’re doing this, um, fashion show at school. My school. It’s the biggest thing all year. Like the school gets the big stage at the Spring LA Fashion Week every year. People will be there. Important people. Design houses recruit from it. Students have launched their own lines. Lots of press. Pictures.”
“Sounds great. Do you have to sell some tickets or something? I’ll take one.”
“No. It’s invite-only. Well, see, the ten best designers in school get a chance to show two of their best looks. For my history of American fashion class, I did this streetwear collection inspired by the iconic American styles of superheroes and wrestling. You saw it. Remember?”
My friend smiles, “Yes, I remember you showing me the designs. And you wore that sexy Bird Boy costume with the little jacket. It was incredible.”
“Yeah, that’s it. Not that specific look, but like that. Of course, I got the top marks in the class. But it was so good, Professor Maddox submitted it for the show. He’s the first teacher who really gets me. Gets my vision. I had to bring him along. He’s old and a little slow. That’s why he retired and became a teacher, but he’s pretty cool. And smart. Once I explained things.”
My friend nods, “That’s great. It’s good to have someone like that around.”
“Yeah, he’s cool.” My beautifully chiseled chest rises, “Of course, the panel chose my work the best overall. I got it over the seniors, juniors, grad students, everyone. I’m not just showing a couple of pieces like the others. Mine is a full collection. And my collection is anchoring the show.”
“Holy shit! Congratulations!” Winston tosses his shirt on the bench and gives me a big hug. I hug him back. It feels good. He looks up at me. “That’s amazing.”
“Thanks. It’s my first really big break. 12 looks. The freshman class has to make the winner’s looks. It’s the final ‘Craftmanship’ class project every year. You should have seen the crap I had to make. So boring. A bunch of evening gowns. It’s funny. They’re cursing me, because leather and spandex are so hard to work with, but they should feel lucky to have a hand in greatness. Professor loves that they’re being challenged, so fuck them. Anyway, it’s kind of a big deal.”
“Sounds like it. Wow. How can I help?”
“Well, um, everything has to go perfectly. I spent so long sourcing the materials. Making sure everyone’s doing every stitch perfectly. All the fittings. I had to line up my own models. None of the regular models at the school are right.”
Winston’s eyebrow goes up, “Are you asking me to model? You don’t normally design for guys my size.”
“No, I want you to, um, well, I’m good with models. Cody helped me line up some Cave guys. Cody’s not modeling, because he’s too busy planning Ryan’s retirement party.”
Winston asks, “Ryan’s retiring? I thought it was his 30th birthday party.”
“Same thing. Anyway, you know that Cody always supports me. He’ll be there, just on his phone a lot.” I explain, “The whole thing starts with Josh. He’s tall. Got those wide shoulders and narrow waist. And he struts like a stud. He’s wearing this awesome long fitted jacket and when he reaches the end of the runway, he unzips and dramatically drops it. With my designs on his body, the whole place will go nuts. The only thing that would be a better start is if it was me, but I can’t walk my own show, even though I have the best -”
Winston interrupts me, “Xaq, you’re perfect and brilliant. Where do I come in?”
“Oh, yeah. I, um, well. I’m getting to that.” I confidently pause and breathe in. “Just let me tell you, um, you know, about the rest of the guys? I got Justin, of course. He’s been my model for like a year. I kinda had to bring him along, you know? Jae is walking. His pecs and ass have never looked better and he can work it. And I’ve got this evening look for Jax to close the show. Big thing with him is how to walk. He walks like a cop on the beat. I mean, I know he is a cop, but it’s taken work to get him right. Huh. A lot of guys whose names start with ‘J’.”
“Yes, very interesting. What do you need me to do?”
“Where was I? Let’s see, I got Chris. Your buddy Darius is on board. More killer pecs.”
“Okay. This is all great. But -”
“I want to show my styles can fit anyone, so I’ve got Mylon to prove my looks work for the super-short guys. And I got Brody to show how I can fit the senior citizens.”
“Xaq. What do you need from me?”
“I really wanted Beau, but he’s out of town with Buck. Uh, Luke. Another guy who walks so wrong. But I’m getting him there. You think he'd be better at walking, being ex-Army. And there's Ash. Another short guy but built. And a great walk. Tight. This guy Ramsay. Tall and thick. Cody even got Miguel to agree to do it. He just had to promise not to fight with Ramsay’s boyfriend Javi. They have a history. I would have picked Javi to show how my looks suit even old, hairy guys, but he refused when —”
Winston puts his hand on my pec, and I stop. “Xaq, I get it. You’re rambling. You seem so nervous. Avoiding the real topic. Just tell me, where do I fit in? I won’t be upset. Music? Lighting? Garbage collection? Am I an accessory slung over Miguel’s shoulders?”
I boldly reply, “NO! No, no. I, um, don’t want you to do anything. I mean, I just want you to come. Come and watch. You know, with me. Um, backstage. You know, you can hang out. With me. We can hang out. While I get my looks together.”
“That’s all? Okay. Of course I'll do that.”
“Um, that’s not, like, totally all. See, there’s a big reception after. Cocktails then a dinner. Open bar. Some dancing. Networking. Designers. Media. Celebrities. Athletes. It’s not like the Met Gala or anything, but it’s still kinda A-list stuff. It’ll be fun. I promise.”
Winston grins, “Xaq! Are you asking me to be your date to your big event?”
I frown, “No.”
“Really? It sounds like a date.”
“No. It’s just two guys spending an afternoon together then getting dressed up and going to a cocktail reception, with dinner and dancing. How is that a date?”
“Uh huh. Just admit it. You would like me to be your date to your big event.”
I sigh, “Whatever. Are you in or not?”
He’s in dom mode, toying with me, “Depends on whether you’re asking me out on a date or not.”
“Winston. I’d really like you to be there. Please?”
“Ask me again. Correctly.”
I breathe in, annoyed by his insistence on labeling things. But I really want him to go with me, so I give in, “Winston, would you like to be my date next Saturday?”
“I would love to go on a date with you, Xaq.” He leans in and gives me a quick kiss on the lips.
I relax. “Thank you.”
“Geez, a fancy event like this, full of designers, celebrities, and fashion bigwigs. What am I gonna wear?”
I grab my phone and show him a pic. “This. I designed it for you. It’s a riff on a classic tux, but with leather, spandex, and metal accents. You know, because of who you are.” I flip through different angles then land on a different one, “And I’ll be wearing this. It coordinates.”
“Wow. I love it. It’s literally perfect for me. Any yours is great, too. Nice. Matching outfits.”
I correct him, “Coordinating. Not matching. It’ll help us get noticed on the red carpet. We’re competing for attention against famous people. When people ask who you’re wearing, and they will, you just say Xaq, the hottest young designer in America.”
“I will. I notice yours has no shirt.” I shrug. He smirks, “Good choice. You’ll have the whole room eating out of your hands. Or off those abs.” Winston’s eyes go wide, “Oh shit. We better get to work. You need my measurements. Fittings. With everything going on with your runway show, do you have time to make something this elaborate for me? I don’t want you distracted. I actually own a perfectly good tux.”
“Oh, these pics aren’t AI or anything. Our looks are already made.”
“What? How?”
“From our play. I’ve learned all your measurements. I know you dress right. I know that your left shoulder hangs a quarter inch lower than your right. That you stand with your weight on right foot. I hemmed the pants for your favorite black combat boots. The left sleeve will accommodate that humungous silver watch of yours that will match the metal accents. It’s all done.”
My friend looks shocked at my brilliance, “I can’t believe it.”
I shrug, “I already took everything I know about you into account. We’ve played and wrestled and fucked so much. I know how long your arms and legs are. I’ve held your chest and waist. Held your neck while I kissed it. If there’s a part of your body, I know it by heart now. It’ll fit perfectly first try, because I’m really great at everything I do.”
Winston just stares at me. He finally says softly, “Oh, Xaq.”
Next thing I know, he’s pulling me down into a deep kiss. I let him. He holds the back of my neck as we make out. He pinches my tender nipple. I flinch, but he keeps my mouth on his. I grab him around the waist and lift him up, higher than me. We never break the kiss. He’s so light, I could hold him forever, but I move him so he’s standing on the bench, towering over me.
When he pulls off and stands up tall (well, as tall as a 5’7” guy can stand), I start sucking on his nipple. He rubs the back of my head, “Oh, Xaq!” I run my hands up and down his legs. His cock gets hard in his pants. Mine is hard, too, rising up toward my perfect abs. I love his big, strong hands squeezing my traps. He grabs my hair, pulling me off. I look up at him.
Winston says, “There are a few hours before the gym needs to be put back in shape.”
I smile, “Yeah?”
“Yeah. I’m so hot for you right now.” Duh, of course he is. “Can you handle another round, my naked perfect muscle boy?”
“Yes, Sir!”
THE END.
Winston comes out of the back. I’m glad he didn’t hear their trash talk, because he might get upset or be intimidated. He’s not as emotionally strong as I am. Nothing ever fazes me. I’m going to have to physically protect him all match with my unbeatable skill and unbelievable power, but I don’t want to have to do it mentally, as well. I like him confident and in control.
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| My buddy looks happy because he knows I'm here to protect him. |
Toyboy just smiles, “Thanks, guys. I’m loving The Cave. You two should join. You could’ve gotten paid for today instead of paying.”
“Naw. We just like being fans. We won $10k on a scratcher. Gotta blow found money, so we’re using it for wrestling. We’re doing this and then we got a trip to Mexico next month. Gonna fuck a few luchas right outta their masks”
Winston nods, “That’s cool. Surprised you included us in your plans.”
Scourge jumps in, “Fuck yeah, we included you. We’ve talked about it since we first saw The Bat in those apartment matches. You know, wondering what it’d be like to wrestle him. And then other guys came along. Birdy here’s been at the top of the list since he debuted, crying about how Mako cheated. He’s the best muscle jobber we’ve ever seen.” (Read The Cave Undercard 1: Mako vs. Spartan HERE)
The bleach blond laughs, “Hell yeah. After a few matches, we realized he wasn’t playing. That’s like the real him. He’s really a whiny sub who plays tough but gets off on losing. Then what you did to him? Loved the ‘Bird Boy/Valet’ match, except the end when he won. We didn’t give a shit about him plowing Valet or Moneymaker, but you saved the whole video.”
The dark-haired mop head nods, “It was like a sign. We won the money right before we watched it. Didn’t know it’d happen so fast, but when you’re lucky, you’re lucky. And we are on a winning streak.” He leans into Winston, “Don’t be offended, but we’re gonna tie you up in the ropes while we fuck your bitch. We’ll get you off, but we both wanna plow his pussy.”
Winston grins, “If we lose, it’s your call.”
“Cool. Just don’t want any hard feelings.” Scourge smirks at me while talking to Toyboy, “How sloppy is he? Like, what’s the biggest thing you’ve shoved up his hole?”
I step forward, but Winston stops me by putting his hand on my pec. My friend defends my hole, “He’s as tight as a virgin, but he can take whatever you’ve got.” Winston leans forward into Scourge, “What about you and your buddy? What can the two of you take?”
Enchanter crosses his arms across his chest, “Don’t worry about it, because we ain’t losing.”
Scourge nods, “Yeah. Look, we know you’re the biggest cock here, Toyboy. We’re not far behind. We switch it up, so we can handle you.” He looks at me, “And we’d barely notice the tiny-dicked muscle bitch here. Assuming he could even get hard being on top.”
I blurt out, “What? I’ve got —” Winston moves his hand up and shushes me. I frown, muttering, “You’re gonna notice me when I’m balls deep in your ass, you cocky piece of trash.”
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| I'm big everywhere dammit! |
The blond one looks at me and smirks, “We’re ready to go. But we want Birdy to start.”
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| Big mistake, blondie. |
Scourge smirks, “Funny. We’re thinking the exact same thing.”
IN OUR CORNER.
“Why didn’t you let me respond to their lies? My dick’s not tiny!”
Winston stretches out in the corner, “Xaq. I know that. You know that. They know that. They’re just trying to get under your skin. Break your focus. Distract you.”
I roll my eyes, “I know that. But -”
“Xaq. Are you my perfect muscle freak?”
I proudly puff out my chest, “Yes, Sir.”
“Good boy. Ignore them. No matter what they say. You know that you are perfect. You are strong. You are tough. And you want to win.”
“I’m not just gonna win. I’m gonna -”
“You’re going to be smart. Don’t underestimate them. They’re way too cocky to just be casual wrestling fans moving from sofa to ring. Expect them to be Cave-level. Or better. Remember what Cody’s been teaching you. Be ready for anything.”
“Oh, I’m ready, Winston.”
“Good boy. If we win, I’ve got a special reward waiting for you.”
“What is it?”
“We need to win for you to find out.”
“But I want to know now!”
“Xaq.”
“Just a hint!”
“Win and find out, boy.”
“Yes, Sir.”
WRESTLING TWO PATHETIC PUNKS.
BIRD BOY VS SCOURGE!
They send in the lightweight mop-head. I feel even bigger than usual being surrounded by three twinks. There’s a mirror on the west wall. As we circle, I see myself. Winston is right. I am perfect. Like, just a god. Maybe I’ll send in a pic for that new Sparta sequel they’re planning. No need for makeup or special lighting or fake effects with this body. Perfect.
Now, it’s time to crush this asshole.
We dive in at the same time. We lock up. Idiot. I casually throw him backward using just the smallest fraction of my strength. He flies back all the way to the neutral corner. I strike a double bicep pose that causes everyone to gasp in awe of my greatness. They all do it silently, but I still know that they did it. Everyone does.
I tell Scourge as he comes out of the corner toward me, “Don’t say I’m not giving you your money’s worth. Bet you never thought you’d be this close to perfection.”
Enchanter yells out from his corner, “Yeah, show us what we’re buying, muscle bitch! Damn, I want some of that.”
I laugh, “Too bad! He’ll never get the chance to tag you.” I smoothly turn into a side flex. “You can worship me during stakes.”
Toyboy says what I already know, “Pay attention!”
Scourge drops down and dives at my legs. THWAK! WHAT? We go down. I’m pissed by his cheating. Scourge tries to handle my legs, but he can’t control them. Nobody can! I easily kick him away. I rise up confidently.
“I never skip leg day, loser.”
Enchanter mouths off form the safety of the corner, “That’s why you’re such an awesome muscle bottom bitch, Birdy!”
I point at the blond loser, “I’m awesome at everything.”
Toyboy says what I already know, “Pay attention!”
Scourge dives in again. His shoulder hits me knee again. SPLAT! FUCK! This time, he manages to roll me over and into a Boston crab. These twinks are quick. That’s the problem with wrestling little guys. Fortunately, that’s all little guys have. I push up and lick my legs, sending the lightweight loser off me like he’s nothing. Which he is. I really should be called Bird Beast.
I rise to my feet, looking at Enchanter. Where’s Scourge? I figured he’d be making the tag after experiencing my incredible strength so many times. Suddenly, I feel two tiny feet slam into my massive back with a dropkick. WHACK! I barely feel it, but I casually stumble forward toward their corner. Enchanter is waiting. The blond bastard clocks me across the head with an elbow. CRACK! I see stars from his cheating cheap shot!
Scourge grabs my luscious hair and desperately makes the tag with blondie.
TAG! ENCHANTER VS. BIRD BOY!
I push back, but Scourge is cheating by holding my hair. Enchanter leaps over the top rope, coming down with a clubbing double axe handle across my back. WHOMP! I drop to one knee. Scourge uses his grip on my hair to pull my head into his rising knee. CRACK! I blink to get my vision right as he steps out of the ring. Fucking cheater! I rise, but Enchanter drives his boot behind my knee, sending me back down. STOMP! PLOP!
With me kneeling, the blond bitch locks on a chokehold. URK! I grab his forearm, but instead of tearing it away from my throat, which I could easily do, I push back with my plant foot. We fly back, with me landing on top of the twink loser. SPLAT! OOF! I roll away and rise, shaking out my head from Scourge’s dirty cheap shot to the side of my handsome face.
Toyboy calls out, “C’mon, Bird Boy, tag me!”
Enchanter says, “No way!”
The blond lightweight grabs my wrists. He whips me around. I fly back into their corner. Scourge has his boot illegally placed. I slam into it back-first. WHACK! Enchanter runs in. He uses his twink speed to leap up before I can move. He splashes on top of my sculpted pecs. WHAM! As Enchanter bounces off, I hear two hands slap.
TAG! SCOURGE VS. BIRD BOY!
I move out of the corner, ready to tear Enchanter apart.
Toyboy points over my head, “Behind you! They made the tag!”
“It doesn’t count if I don’t see -”
Suddenly, Scourge comes by me from behind. He grabs my head, dragging me down. It’s a top rope bulldog! I hit hard on my forehead. CRACK! UNH! I lie on the canvas, confidently moaning as I formulate my next counterattack. Enchanter and Scourge start driving their boots down on my solid steel back. STOMP! STOMP! STOMP! Toyboy reaches the five-count, sending Enchanter out.
While I could have taken more boots, I appreciate my partner for enforcing the rules. These two are cheaters. Scourge grabs my luscious hair and the back of my green spandex trunks. He uses all his limited strength to force me to my feet. The trunks wedge up my ass. He gives me an extra tug, letting me know that was not an accident. I let out a masculine whimper as my trunks go deep into the crack between my powerful butt cheeks. AH!
Scourge locks me in a front facelock. He uses it to push me backward, heading ass-first into their corner. I start to counter when I feel Enchanter’s hand strike across my muscular ass. WHAP! HEY! They laugh. Big mistake. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! Enchanter keeps spanking me. Suddenly, Scourge pulls me forward. He tightens his grip on the side of my trunks. Toyboy yells, “Block!”
As the dark-haired mop head moves to suplex me, I use my wrestling expertise to block it.
My tag partner says, “Go for the gut!”
I gut punch Scourge. POW! OOF! One punch from me weakens the lightweight loser. I pull free and reverse the hold. I lock Scourge in a front facelock, grab the side of his trunks, and power him over into a devastating suplex that shakes the ring! BOOM! The ring doesn’t totally shake, Cody must have had it reinforced, but it works. The lightweight loser is on his back moaning.
Jobber.
As I confidently rise, Toyboy says, “Get on him!”
Enchanter yells across the ring, “Mind your own business, you mouthy little bitch!”
Using my own strategy, I get on Scourge. I drag him up into a full nelson. I shake Scourge left and right. He tries to power out, pulling his arms down. He gets nowhere with that pathetic attempt. I mock him, “Are you trying to make me laugh, twink boy?” I lean back, lifting Scourge’s boots off the canvas. He moans loudly as I completely dominate him.
Enchanter says, “Cute butt, Birdy. My red handprint looks like a fucking tattoo on it!”
I whip around to show him how pathetic his partner is. How close he is to submitting. Toyboy says, “Ignore him.” I decide to ignore Enchanter and go back to breaking down his mop headed buddy. I up the force on the full nelson. Scourge cries out with a loud moan. Yeah, this guy is nothing against my power. Easiest money I ever made, defeating these two.
I warn him, “You’ll never power out! Just give now, loser.”
To save himself, Scourge tries kicking back between my legs. WHOOSH! He doesn’t even come close to connecting with my balls. He lifts his legs high, hanging from his collapsing shoulders. I’m surprised his abs are strong enough to crunch up like that, but if he’s hoping to topple me, he can’t. Scourge swings his legs down. They slam into my shins. WHACK! FUCK! That hurt! The twink uses my momentary surprise to squirm free.
Scourge grabs my hair and pulls, flipping me over onto my back. BOOM! Instead of fighting me, he runs to his corner like a coward and slaps Enchanter’s hand. Wimp.
TAG! ENCHANTER VS. BIRD BOY!
As I get up to my feet, Toyboy says, “Catch him!”
I look up. Enchanter is leaping off the top turnbuckle. He comes at me with a crossbody block. Using my keen wrestling instincts, I prepare to catch him. WHOMP! The emaciated blonde twink hits hard into me, but I’m way too strong for that to work. I easily stay up. I hold him across my magnificent chest for a second before I bodyslam him down. BOOM! He bounces.
As I stand up, Toyboy yells, “Duck!”
Sensing danger, I bend back. Scourge’s boot whips past my face, missing the super kick by a good six inches. Loser. I dive at him, clotheslining him down. WHOMP! SPLAT! He rolls to the ropes and slithers under the bottom rope like the coward he is.
“Cheater!”
Scourge says, “Hey, it was within the five-count.”
Toyboy says, “Duck!”
I turn to him, “Why?”
Suddenly, Enchanter’s boot comes in for a super kick. His twink speed gives him a small advantage and he connects with my steel jaw. CRACK! My eyes roll back in my head for just a moment. I spin around and stumble backward, landing in a corner. CLANG! I shake out my head. Toyboy is there. I fell in my corner. Like I planned.
My buddy slaps my shoulder for the tag.
TAG! TOYBOY VS. ENCHANTER!
Enchanter snarls, “Get lost. We were having fun with your boy.” He laughs, “Look at him! The muscle bitch can barely stand!”
That’s a lie! I’m standing fine. I drop down the turnbuckles until I land on my ass. BUMP! BUMP! PLOP! I roll out of the ring and confidently relax on one knee, holding onto the apron as I watch what’s going on.
Toyboy replies, “You’ll get another chance. He’s tough. He just needs a second.”
“Maybe this works. We destroy you and we get his ass.”
Scourge calls out, “Works for me, buddy. End this thing.”
They lock up. Against Toyboy, Enchanter actually looks bigger. Well, he does until Toyboy twists and hip tosses the blonde bitch over onto his ass. WHOA! PLOP! My tag partner grabs Enchanter’s arm, locking it in an armbar. Stupid jobber. He totally underestimated my guy. I use my unbelievable resilience and stamina to rise to my feet. Have to be ready for when he tags.
Enchanter grunts. He rolls up to his feet, Toyboy still working the shoulder. Blondie manages to pull his arm free. He goes for a surprise side kick, but Toyboy sees it coming. He grabs the green boot, spins, and takes Enchanter down with an easy leg takedown. WHAM! Toyboy comes in fast, locking the blond loser’s right arm behind his back with a hammerlock.
Toyboy wraps his thin arm around Enchanter’s thin neck. My tag partner chokes a bitch as he holds him tight. I know if I had that hold, I’d just flex my bulging bicep and Enchanter would be out, but Toyboy has to do different stuff. I wish I had a bag of his toys here. I’d toss him something. It wouldn’t be cheating because that’s his thing. Everyone knows it, so it’d be okay.
The blond twink manages to squirm around and force them both to their feet. Enchanter powers out. He spins with a big clothesline. Oh shit! Toyboy ducks. The blond twink’s arm flies over my tag partner. I call out. “Duck!” He must have heard me in advance. As Enchanter stops, Toyboy comes in with a big gut punch. THUD! I pump my fist, “Gut punch!”
We’re really in sync. Toyboy is doing stuff as I tell him. My buddy scoops the lightweight loser up. Pretty good power. He bodyslams Enchanter onto his back. BOOM! Toyboy adds in some boots. STOMP! STOMP! STOMP! Damn, it’s like twinks gone wild in there and my twink is winning! I pull myself onto the apron. It’s almost time for me to get back in and save the day.
As Toyboy drags blondie up, Scourge makes a move to enter the ring. My buddy sees it, but he doesn’t see Enchanter make a fist. The kneeling lightweight punches Toyboy in the abs. THUD! OOF! Enchanter dives at my buddy, spearing him into a neutral corner. CLANG! Uh oh. Enchanter wails away on Toyboy’s teeny body. POW! THUD! WHOMP! Trapped in the corner, my tag partner can’t escape it. KAPOW! BAM! THUD!
Enchanter drags Toyboy out of the corner by his hair. He scoops him across his chest. Uh oh. Blondie bodyslams Toyboy down. BOOM! My buddy arches his back. Enchanter drags him up again, right into a scoop across the blond twink’s sunken chest. Another bodyslam. BOOM! Fuck. Enchanter drags him up for a third bodyslam. BOOM! Toyboy is really hurting now.
I cry out, “Make the tag!”
Scourge laughs, “You should be using your finger to open your hole for our dicks, bitch. We’re almost done with your little master.”
Enchanter is driving his boot down on Toyboy’s abs. STOMP! STOMP! STOMP! He jumps up, coming down with a leg drop. WHAM! The blond lightweight drags Toyboy up. He whips my tag partner into the opposite corner. Scourge is waiting. He grabs my buddy’s wrists and forces his arms over the top rope, holding his wrists down. Enchanter moves in. His back is to me, but I know he’s smirking.
The blond twink pounds on Toyboy’s body again. THUD! POW! THUD! My tag partner can’t do anything, but I think he can take the abuse. POW! THUD! POW! I hope so. Toyboy tries kicking Enchanter away, but he can’t. The blond jerk leans in, pressing their skinny bodies together. He grabs my tag partner by the chin, “I fucking love punishing you, you mouthy bitch.”
Scourge says, “Lemme have a turn.”
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| The dark-haired twink makes another big mistake. |
They slap hands.
TAG! SCOURGE VS. TOYBOY!
Enchanter exits before Scourge comes in. Is that allowed? Probably not, because they’re cheaters. Enchanter grabs Toyboy’s wrists. Scourge slides in. He takes over breaking down my tag partner. THUD! POW! THUD! Winston’s torso is red as fuck. His pecs and abs really show the abuse that he’s been taking. Damn. What should I do? I could cheat, but I’m not sure. Winston hasn’t called for me. If he was going to submit, he’d call for me, right?
Scourge pauses. He says, “You’re such a fake fucking dom. You can only take control if the guy’s a complete submissive butch like Birdy over there. We take who we want. We eat real doms for breakfast, flipping them in our sleep.”
I growl, “You’re going to pay for this!”
The dark-haired mop head turns and laughs, “You loose, yet muscle bitch? I’m just about done with your bitch master.”
Toyboy suddenly lifts his boots. He braces them on Scourge’s thighs and pushes back. My tag partner drives the top of his head into Enchanter’s chin. CRACK! The blond loser lets go of Toyboy’s wrists and spins away, holding his jaw. Scourge is surprised, especially when my twink partner pushes on his legs and sends him to the canvas on his back. SPLAT!
With nothing between Toyboy and me, my tag partner fights through the pain and moves toward me. Scourge spins and grabs for his ankle, but it’s too late. My buddy crosses the ring and reaches my outstretched hand.
I’m in!
TAG! BIRD BOY VS. SCOURGE!
I leap over the top rope as Toyboy rolls under the bottom rope. I land with the precision of a world-class gymnast and break into a sprint at Scourge. I’m shockingly fast for a guy with my ridiculous amount of muscle. Some people call it inhuman. Others just think it, because they’re too ashamed to acknowledge how much better than them I am as an athlete.
Within seconds, I clear the distance. My massive muscular body flying at him terrifies Scourge. Like the coward he is, his flight instincts kick in. He manages to spin out of the way. I fly past him. The dark-haired twink shoves my back as I pass. Damn, my speed is too great. I run into the corner, slamming in front-first. CLANG! I bounce backward, stumbling powerfully.
Suddenly, I feel the coward’s boots hit my broad, ripped back. The dropkick pushes me back to the corner CLANG! Enchanter grabs my wrists and braces with his boots. Before I can tear my hands away, Scourge has the back waistband of my tight green trunks. He lifts them up high and fast. I cry out with a manly scream as my balls are crushed by the vicious wedgie.
Scourge whips his tiny twink hand against my smooth, flawless butt cheek. I flex it as his hand strikes. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! The twink laughs through the pain his hand must be feeling as it strikes my butt, which is hard as concrete. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! He says, “Yeah, that’s nice. Perfect shade of red.” SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! “Pathetic muscle bitch loves getting spanked.”
I tear my hands away from Enchanter. Now they’re in trouble. Scourge jumps up. He puts his hands behind my head and pushes down. I brace with my powerful arms, stopping myself from going down. Enchanter grabs my hair and pulls. Between the two of them, they have enough luck to pull my head into the top turnbuckle. BANG! I’m momentarily stunned. UNH!
The twink tag team spins me around. Scourge pushes my arms back. Enchanter grabs my wrists and pulls my arms straight back. He plants his boot and pulls. I could power out easily, but Scourge starts firing punches into my abs. THUD! POW! THUD! He boxes with body, giving me rapid fire jabs and crosses. POW! THUD! POW! I tighten up my wall of muscle.
Scourge drives into me, lifting his knee into my abs. WHOMP! OOF! He goes back to hammering my eight-pack. THUD! POW! THUD! The guy must have boxing training. He’s quick and relentless. Somehow, he doesn’t break his hands. As a twink, there’s no muscle covering his bony knuckles. I feel them digging into my flesh like brass knuckles. POW! THUD! POW!
The dark-haired mop head stops. He slaps me across the face. WHACK! I growl. He grabs my bulge, his tiny twink hand unable to hold my impressive manhood. His fingers start squeezing. He rubs my stretched pecs as Enchanter keeps pulling backward. Scourge grabs my nipple, pinching it. I confidently whimper against the two-pronged attack. The twink smirks at me.
“Time to release your submissive muscle bitch side. You know you want to.”
I respond with a masculine moan as he mercilessly molests me. I look at him, my jaw hanging open as he plays with my sizable pouch and magnificent chest. I move my hips to escape, but he misinterprets my move. Scourge laughs, “Yeah, that’s the muscle bitch we all know and love. That’s the muscle bitch who kneels before any guy with the least bit of alpha in him.”
Enchanter laughs, “You’re such a fucking cunt. Yeah, he’s not even fighting me.”
Toyboy calls out, “FOCUS!”
The blond twink behind me responds, “Shut up! Face it, we’re taking your bitch from you. Listen to him! Birdy is already ours.”
I look past Scourge. Toyboy is staring at me. I growl. I fight back, overpowering Enchanter. I kick out, driving Scourge back. I twist my arms and pull, my upper body pumping up. My muscles grow as I overpower the twink behind me. His little muscles are nothing. Not even with a boot braced on the ring can he hold me. I tighten up. My veins pop. My hands are at the top ropes.
Scourge spins, swinging his boot across my head. CRACK! The lucky shot hits my temple and stuns me. I sag for just a moment. Enchanter lets go of my arms, silently admitting that I’m way too much man for him. Before I can make my spectacular comeback against these cheating twinks, the dark-haired mop head kicks up between my legs. SQUISH! AH! I bend forward!
The cheating twink grabs my hair. He forces my head up. Scourge comes in, reaching between my legs. He manages to scoop me up across his sunken chest, holding my massive muscular body up somehow. Enchanter reaches over and slaps his buddy’s shoulder.
TAG! ENCHANTER VS. BIRD BOY!
Scourge can’t hold me up for long. He bodyslams me down. BOOM! Before I can majestically rise, Enchanter launches himself off the top turnbuckle. He comes down with a frog splash on top of me. SPLAT! OOF! From that height, even a twink can feel like a lot of weight. The blond twink sits on my face. He pulls down the back of his green tights and wiggles his ass, burying my face between his cheeks.
Enchanter laughs, “Smell a real man, jobber bitch. Get licking.”
The arrogant punk starts pounding away on my abs. THUD! POW! THUD! Scourge (it must be him) grabs my legs and folds me up. Toyboy yells, “THAT’S FIVE!”
As Enchanter locks my legs under his armpits, Scourge replies, “I’m just gonna count the pin.”
My trunks are still wedged up my butt. Enchanter plays my mountainous, muscular ass cheeks like they’re beautiful bongo drums. WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! Meanwhile, his jerk of a partner is right by my ear. I can’t see with my face buried in blond twink butt, but I can hear Scourge taunting me, telling me how good I look (duh) as a helpless muscle jobber and how he can’t wait to double team my ass.
SLAP! “ONE!” WHAP! WHAP!
Toyboy yells, “POWER OUT!”
SLAP! “TWO!” WHAP!
I power out at two, easily throwing the lightweight loser off me. I roll over. Scourge makes a move, but Toyboy calls him out on it. He shoots my tag partner the finger, but he rolls out of the ring without challenging him. I appreciate the thought, but I was looking forward to beating on both of them at once. I push up onto my knees, ready to finish the match.
Suddenly, Enchanter is behind me. He wraps his scrawny arm around my neck, slapping on a rear naked choke. I grab his shoestring forearm and tiny bicep. The blond punk leans into it. I fight as I kneel there. He’s tightening his grip. I’m staring at the canvas between my knees, concentrating on escaping. I pull on his arm to keep my breath.
“That’s my sleepy muscle bitch.” The twink sings a lullaby to me …
“Go to sleep, do it faster,
Scourge and Enchanter are your masters,
Time for stakes, don’t try to fight,
you’ll be our muscle bitch, all night!”
The blond twink laughs, “Yeah, that’s my good little jobber boy. I can feel you weakening. Just accept it. Just think of how great it’ll feel when we DP your ass.”
I growl as I fall forward, my forehead on the canvas. I hear Toyboy, “Don’t!”
Scourge says, “I’m just checking his arm.”
My right arm goes up. It comes down. PLOP!
It’s lifted again.
Toyboy says, “C’mon, Bird Boy! FIGHT!
My arm goes down again. PLOP!
Scourge laughs as he lifts my arm again, “Too late for that. This muscle bitch is ours.”
Toyboy says, “Your reward is waiting!”
“His reward is being owned by two REAL men!”
When Scourge lets go, my arm doesn’t drop.
Toyboy cries out, “YES!” I keep it up. I form a fist.
I burst up, throwing me and Enchanter backward. I land on top of him. SPLAT! My 205-lbs of unmatched muscle crushes him into the canvas like the bug he is. I see Scourge to my left. I kick my boot out and catch him in the face. WHACK! He flies backward, rolling out of the ring. I roll off Enchanter, getting my mind right. I’m done with this shit of being their bitch.
Time to show them what Bird Boy is all about!
I get to hands and knees. Enchanter suddenly grabs my head. He pulls, driving my forehead into the canvas with a mini-DDT move. CRACK! Even though it’s not a real DDT, only hitting it from a couple of feet up, I’m still a little stunned. The sleeper is still affecting me a little. Just a little. Enchanter grabs my boot. He drags my powerful body to his corner.
I’m face down, but I hear the unmistakable sound of hands slapping.
TAG! SCOURGE VS. BIRD BOY!
Next thing I feel is Scourge’s 175-lbs of skin and bones landing on me like the biology classroom skeleton that he is. SPLAT! I take it, preparing to throw him off. Unfortunately, these two use the long five-count again. They spin me so I’m facing my corner. With Enchanter’s help, Scourge can get me up into a camel clutch. ARGH! My arms are locked behind Scourge’s bony knees.
Enchanter grabs my hair, and they make me look at Toyboy. He says, “Look at your twink dom, Birdy. He’s a helpless little bitch, just like you. Giving in to him? You’re pathetic!”
Scourge says, “They’re both pathetic. I don’t see a dom, I see two subs. Two bitches.”
Enchanter finally gets out of the ring. He says, “Yeah, The Cave is too fucking easy. Maybe we hire The Bat next. Make him our bitch, too.”
“Might as well own the whole fucking set.”
Toyboy says softly, “Reward.” Looking at Toyboy, I know they’re wrong. He’s not a sub. Not a bitch. I’d never let him play with me like he does if he was. And The Bat? He’d eat them for lunch. Just like me. These guys are all wrong. I’m the strongest, smartest, and most skilled wrestler ever. They think I’m the weak link?
I’m not the weak anything!
Scourge tries everything he can to make me give. I hold on, refusing to give to these losers. This hold? It doesn’t even hurt. Not as long as I can see Toyboy. I immediately hear a slap.
Enchanter says, “Lemme finish him off.”
TAG! ENCHANTER VS. BIRD BOY!
Scourge lets go of the camel. I fall forward, hitting on my chest and face. SPLAT! The dark-haired mop head puts his boot on my bare butt. They’re talking over me, like I’m done. Enchanter says, “You’re too nice. When I fishhook him and rock back, the muscle bitch’ll be screaming for mercy.”
“You gonna give him any?”
“What do you think?” They laugh. “Time to end this.”
Enchanter moves over me. I push up and rise, lifting him with me. I topple him right into Scourge. WHOA! WHAM! They go down hard. I drop down to one knee, confidently pausing. I look to Toyboy. I decide to make the tag, even though I’m fine. Barely winded. My muscles are pumped and sweaty, my head clearing. I don’t even feel the wedgie anymore.
My tag partner says, “Be careful, they’re getting up.” Toyboy points, “Scourge, get out of the ring. It’s way more than five.”
My keen wrestling senses tell me that they’re rising behind me. I spin quickly. I dive at a surprised Enchanter, driving him into the nearest corner. CLANG! Oh, it’s their corner. Scourge is there. Just like I planned. I know what to do. I’ve been trained by the second-best (after me). When the dark-haired twink tries to reach over the top rope, I kick him in the knee. He cries out and slips off the apron from the force of my boot.
I rise up, “Big mistake, blondie. You woke the giant!”
Enchanter tries to kick between my legs, but I block it. I grab him by the throat and inner leg. I press the twink up and toss his 170-lbs of skin and bones over the top rope onto his partner. WHOA! CRASH! They go down, landing in a heap. I can’t resist flexing over them. Yeah, they’re “real men”. Pfft. Toyboy calls me over. I decide to stop flexing and go back to my corner.
Toyboy says, “Looks like I was right. They are too cocky to be sofa boys.”
“We can handle them.
I sigh, “Right. We can handle them.”
Everyone needs to try to share credit for my unmatched greatness. Luckily, I like and respect Toyboy too much to argue with him. Even though it’s entirely up to me to win this thing.
“They’re almost up. Want to tag?”
“No, I’m good.”
My tag partner smiles, “You’re better than good. You’re perfect.”
I smile. His eyebrows go up and his chin rises. I kick back, hitting Scourge in the gut. WHOMP! OOF! He cowardly staggers backward. I start to move in on him, but Toyboy stops me. He says, “Enchanter was the legal man.” We realize he’s not in their corner. “Where is he?”
Toyboy looks left. I look right. There’s a blond head bobbing. I say, “Got him.” Enchanter is sneaking along the apron, crouching to stay out of sight. I laugh, “He’s trying to sneak attack me while Scourge distracts me! What a couple of cheating bitches.”
My tag partner points, “Get back to the corner, boys. We’re doing this right.” He whispers to me, “They’ll try to distract you again. Play along and they’ll make a mistake."
The two dirty twinks do what they’re told and back up to their corner. They get on the apron. Enchanter comes in and Scourge goes out. They immediately tag.
TAG! SCOURGE VS. BIRD BOY!
As Scourge comes in, Toyboy says, “Good to see that you boys can take orders from a mouthy twink. That’ll come in handy during stakes.”
I laugh, “They’re twinks, too, so of course they can.”
Enchanter yells from the apron, “Fuck you!”
As I look at Enchanter, Scourge charges. Too bad, I knew that was their plan. I only played along so they’d make a mistake. I leap forward. Scourge can’t stop. He runs face-first into my steel curtain abs. WHAM! The dark-haired twink goes down from the sheer force of my body. SPLAT! He might be out after hitting the wall of bricks. No, looks like he’s only stunned.
I drop my ass onto his sunken chest. CRUSH! I grab his mop of hair and drag him sideways with me into a head scissors. The lightweight loser thrashes as I flex my legs, crushing his empty skull. I look great. My abs are still red, but they feel great. I lie on one elbow, just squeezing tighter and tighter. I flex my bicep and kiss it for Enchanter. SMOOCH!
The helpless blond punk is telling his buddy not to give. Too bad for him, it’s not Scourge’s decision. My legs are an unbreakable vice. I keep pulsing the pressure flexing harder and harder. No way can he stand much more of this. The dark-haired mop head is fighting me less. Reality is setting in. Power beats poser every time. I do a side plank to amp up the pressure.
Scourge is whimpering like the bitch he is. He’s gripping my legs, searching for a weak spot. There isn’t one. He couldn’t hurt my legs with a sledgehammer. The lightweight loser gasps. His arm drops. Maybe he’s going out? I lower the side plank to really finish him off. Scourge makes a fist. Trying to show he’s still alive, I guess.
The dark-haired twink suddenly whips his arm around. The fist slams into my junk! SQUISH! ARGH! He does it again! SQUISH! ARGH! My legs open up. The dirty punk slips free. FUCK! I moan, “You cheating fucker!” Enchanter laughs at me as I rub my manhood. Fuck that hurt. Scourge staggers to his feet. I get to hands and knees. He grabs my hair to force me up.
As I rise, I grab Scourge around his tiny waist. I lift him up and bring him down onto my knee, jamming his tailbone with reverse atomic drop. WHACK! Scourge bounces off, flops around holding his ass, and lands face down, ass up. Bitch. I kick his ass, making him go flat on the canvas. I walk off the low blows. Fuck, I hate low blows. Toyboy tells me to get back on him.
I get back on Scourge. I grab his boots, pulling them back and up. I flip the lightweight loser onto his back and lock his boots under my armpits. I start turning, quickly spinning him in an airplane spin. We whirl around at high speed. He closes his eyes and holds his head. After a few turns, I let go. He flies a few feet, lands hard on the back of his shoulders and skids. BONK! SKREE! The lightweight loser stops right in our corner at Toyboy’s feet.
Damn I’m good. No. Damn I’m perfect.
Behind me, Enchanter is yelling at his partner. I spin suddenly and run at him. He freezes in shock. I slam into him, driving an elbow into the side of his head. CRACK! The force sends him flying off the apron. He lands hard on the thin mats covering the floor. BOOM! Enchanter moans and rolls onto his back, unmoving. Good. I dust my hands and return to my corner.
I proudly say, “That felt good.”
Toyboy has let Scourge crawl to his feet, using our corner for support. Suddenly, my partner reaches around, under Scourge’s armpits. WHA? My tag partner grabs the dark-haired dope’s nipples. He pinches them with his powerful fingers. Oh shit. I know what those things can do. They’re worse than nipple clamps. Scourge cries out and dances like the little bitch he is.
I charge in. Toyboy lets go and Scourge is helpless as I slam into him, crushing him in the corner. CRUNCH! OOF! I back out. Scourge takes one step out of the corner and falls forward, face planting on the canvas. SPLAT! He moans when I put my boot on his back and step over him like he’s a door mat. Which he is now, thanks to me. I slap hands with Toyboy.
Might as well give my tag partner a chance at glory now that I’ve done all the hard work.
TAG! TOYBOY VS. SCOURGE!
Toyboy jumps over the top rope. He lands with his knee in Scourge’s back. WHAP! UNH! That gets the dark-haired mop head crying out. Good. I slide out of the ring. My partner reaches down between Scourge’s legs. He says, “You like to grab bulges. How do you like yours being grabbed?” The cheating twink cries out. “Yeah, I thought you’d enjoy that, Scourge.”
Unlike the other two twinks, Toyboy has a huge hand. More than enough for Scourge’s tiny package. He squeezes and lifts. The dark-haired mop head is crying out as he’s forced to his feet. My tag partner stays behind him. Scourge swings wildly, but he can’t hit Toyboy. One of the advantages of being a little person. Toyboy grabs Scourge’s thick head of hair, pulling back.
Scourge whimpers as he looks at the ceiling, his junk getting crushed. I laugh, “Now who’s getting owned by my man Toyboy?” My tag partner lets go of Scourge’s pouch. He uses the cheating douchebag’s mop to pull him backward. Toyboy goes to one knee, pulling Scourge with him. Scourge lands on Toyboy’s leg in a modified over-the-knee backbreaker. KRAKT!
Toyboy holds the suffering scumbag in place. My tag partner pushes down on Scourge’s chest and knee, bending him even more. ARGH! The dark-haired mop head is moaning in pain. Toyboy pushes him off his knee. Scourge lands on his back. PLOP! He sits up, fighting through the pain. Too bad for him, Toyboy isn’t giving out any recovery time today.
My tag partner comes in behind the sitting Scourge. Toyboy reaches around his neck and pulls Scourge back into a dragon sleeper. He digs his knee into the dark-haired dirtbag’s back, bending him backward. Scourge is gasping and flailing. He plants his feet and bridges, but Toyboy counters by pulling back. They fall to the canvas with my tag partner wrapping his legs around the helpless cheater.
Scourge groans in the choke. Toyboy adds some humiliation to the choke/body scissors combo. He uses his free hand to molest Scourge’s sunken chest. He attacks with pinches to the nipples, claws for the pecs, and forearm smashes. WHOMP! WHOMP! WHOMP! Scourge is weakening in the hold, but he’s not giving or going out. Toyboy lets him go, ready to move on.
Enchanter is calling out, desperately reaching for the tag, even though they’re ten feet apart from each other. Toyboy makes the distance even longer. He grabs Scourge’s boot and drags him back to our corner. Toyboy flips Scourge onto his back. He sits, holding the Scourge’s boots. My tag partner extends his leg to press his boot on Scourge’s balls. ARGH! The dark-haired whiner is whimpering and writhing on the mat.
When Toyboy says, “Tag my shoulder!”, I eagerly accept. I’m proud of myself for giving Toyboy a chance to contribute, but I got this.
When it’s time for a match to end, that’s my time.
TAG! BIRD BOY VS. SCOURGE!
I smoothly jump over the top rope, coming down with a big leg drop on Scourge’s chest. WHOMP! Toyboy releases the loser’s legs as I roll up to my feet. Yeah, I think I’ll finish this clown. I’m bored with them. I grab the dark brown mop this jerk calls a hairstyle. It’s surprisingly soft and luxurious. I pull him up fast so he doesn’t have time to counter.
Scourge flies to his feet, right into a scoop and big Bird Boy bodyslam. BOOM! The twink bounces on the canvas. I drag him up by his hair again. This time, I pull his body into mine. THUD! I wrap my arms around his waist and lift him up in a bearhug. Scourge cries out. he lifts his legs and brace them against me to try to ease the crippling pain of my bearhug.
Good luck.
I have the most devastating bearhug in The Cave. Maybe in the world. Scourge reaches over my shoulder, desperate for a tag. Yeah, no. I’m not letting go. I shake him mercilessly. I feel his body collapsing against the force of my crushing vice. Scourge tries a head shot, but I shake him and when it hits, there’s nothing on it. BAP! I laugh, “You’re a fucking joke!”
Scourge sags even more. If he doesn’t give, he’ll go out. I squeeze harder. I look at Toyboy, seeing the pride in his face. Scourge draws his arms back for a desperation move, but I shake him, and he flops back and forth. The guy is like a rag doll in my arms. The dark-haired mop head is practically limp in my arms. I’m a fucking god. I look at the mirror. Perfection.
Toyboy says, “Don’t look at me. Don’t look at yourself. Look at Enchanter.”
“I got this.”
I squeeze harder. Toyboy puts one leg through the ropes. I back up. He’s not tagging me now. “Don’t! He’s behind you!” Duh, I know their corner is behind me. I’m nowhere near it for them to tag. I know what I’m doing — SQUISH! URK! I feel the pain before I realize what’s happening. Enchanter’s arm just slammed up between my legs. SQUISH! He did it again!
I lose the bearhug as I moan, “You fucking cheaters!”
Scourge stumbles backward. He says, “Our old coach used to say. If you ain’t cheating …”
Enchanter finishes the thought, “You ain’t trying.”
Suddenly, Toyboy flies past me. I hear a collision behind me. Before I can turn, Scourge kicks out, lifting his tiny boot up between my tree trunk legs and hitting my big, beautiful balls! SQUISH! The third low blow in a few seconds drops me to my knees. Tears form in the corner of my eyes. Scourge forces me up. He pushes me and I collide with someone. BAM! It’s Toyboy! We go down together.
The twink throw my tag partner out of the ring over the top rope. They come back to me. I get dragged up and whipped into the ropes. When I run off, they hit me with a double shoulder block. WHAM! I got down hard. They drag me to my feet. I wobble powerfully as they run into opposite sides of the ring. When they come off the ropes, they slam into me, sandwiching me between their scrawny bodies. WHOMP! OOF!
They bounce off and I stumble, eventually falling back into the ropes. Toyboy is there. He warns them, “Enough.” He points at Enchanter. “Get back to your corner.”
“Yeah, okay. You, too, mouthy twink.”
Blondie and Toyboy exit the ring, going back to their corners. Good. I step off the ropes, but Scourge dropkicks me. Despite my almost inhuman reflexes, I can’t dodge in time. WHACK! I fly back to the ropes. Enchanter is there to grab me. They tie me in the ropes, binding my arms out to the side, the top and middle ropes locked around my powerful limbs.
Scourge starts kicking my torso. STOMP! STOMP! STOMP! Enchanter jumps in and joins him. STOMP! STOMP! STOMP! Scourge goes out of the ring behind me. He adds a choke from behind. Enchanter keeps kicking me. STOMP! STOMP! STOMP! The blond punk stops to slap my face. SMACK! “Okay, muscle bitch, you’re done.” He grabs my pecs, “This body is ours.”
Scourge tightens the choke, “Fucking loser. I’m glad you fought back. You’re such a sub that we were worried you’d lie down for us.”
Enchanter squeezes my nipples. UNH! He twists them hard as he puts a boot on my bulge.
Suddenly, Toyboy flies in with a forearm to Enchanter’s back! WHOMP!
NO TAG! TOYBOY VS. ENCHANTER/SCOURGE!
Enchanter falls against me. SLAM! The impact sends me back. Scourge loses the choke. I hear him saying, “Whoa! Whoa!” He must be losing his balance on the ring apron. I try to power out of the ropes. I flex and pull, almost tearing the steel cables from the ring posts, but just missing. My tag partner gets behind Enchanter and pulls his tights up in a wedgie. YIKES!
Toyboy keeps lifting as Enchanter tries to pull away. He’s only making it more painful as the back of his green tights is halfway up his back. Scourge slips in beside me under the middle rope and over the bottom one. I would’ve stepped over both. I try to kick him. Scourge looks at me, but before he can say anything, Toyboy spins and sends Enchanter into his tag partner. NO! CRASH! They both go down.
Toyboy races to me. He tries to unwrap the ropes. Unfortunately, Scourge and Enchanter are up. They grab him before he can free me. The dirty twinks wrap Toyboy up on either side and pull back with a double Russian leg sweep. BOOM! I grimace as I see my tag partner manhandled. Damn, if only it wasn’t impossible for me (or anyone) to be slightly stronger.
Two twinks are stronger than one. Scourge and Enchanter drag Toyboy up. They gorilla press him into the air. I shake my head, “Don’t!” The cheating punks laugh as they throw Toyboy at me. He crashes into my chest. WHOMP! OOF! Toyboy bounces off and rolls away. He tries to get to the ropes, but they’re on him too fast, driving their boots onto his lean, ripped body. STOMP! STOMP! STOMP!
Scourge comes over to me. He grabs my hair and lifts my head. He can see the burning defiance in my eyes. The dark-haired twink slaps me across the face. SMACK! My cheek burns with rage from his cowardly move. I growl, “You’re brave now. Let me go and we’ll see how brave you are!” SMACK! Another slap, this time to my other cheek. I don’t care.
“You’re the last one to talk brave, Birdy. You let a little twink own you. You’ve got no self-respect. It’s pathetic. We’re gonna show you what real doms look like by owning your dom right in front of you.”
While we’ve been talking, Enchanter has been continuing to abuse Toyboy. He drags my tag partner over to me by his hair. Toyboy fights back with a stiff punch to the gut. THUD! Great move, but Scourge runs in, clotheslining him down. THWAK! The force spins Toyboy all the way around. he lands on his face between the heels’ boots. They push down, keeping him flat.
Enchanter snarls, “You act like a big man, but you’re really a subby twink bitch.”
I defend him, “No, he’s not!”
Scourge laughs, “By the time we’re done with him, you’ll see the truth.”
Blondie says, “I know he’s got his toys somewhere around here.”
The dark-haired punk nods, “We’ll find them and teach you a lesson, cocky twink. You and your big muscle bitch.”
Talking to Toyboy, Enchanter says, “You’re a fucking chihuahua — you think you’re tough, but you’re just a little barker. We’re fucking pit bulls. We’re gonna tear you apart.”
The two punks drive their boots onto him again. STOMP! STOMP! STOMP! They drag the struggling Toyboy to his feet. Scourge scoops him up and bodyslams him right in front of me. BOOM! Enchanter repeats the move. BOOM! I wince, not wanting to watch, but I have to. I have to find an opening. They dug Toyboy up to his knees and drag him to me.
The twink tag team bring our faces together. They force us to kiss, laughing at how helpless we are. Yeah, okay. I actually like it. Toyboy is a great kisser. We get into it. Scourge says, “Fuck these two.” As they pull us apart, realizing that had no effect on us, suddenly, their eyes bug out. I look down. Toyboy has whipped his hands around. He has both in a ball claw!
Toyboy’s huge paws are wrapped tight around Scourge and Enchanter’s junk. I howl with laughter as my tag partner takes control. He crushes their nuts, and they whimper like the little bitches that they are. Scourge flings his arm wildly, slamming his forearm into Toyboy’s face. WHACK! My tag partner loses the claws as he falls backward, reverse somersaulting.
Enchanter and Scourge are cursing as they hunch over, their balls still feeling the pain. Toyboy grabs the back waistband for both and lifts in big wedgies. YOW! They scream out, the wedgie hurting their balls even more. They’re swearing up a storm. Both punks throw an elbow back. Toyboy dodges Scourge, but Enchanter connects. CRACK! That staggers Toyboy.
They’re pissed now. Enchanter slugs Toyboy in the gut. My tag partner bends forward. Scourge comes in and slaps on a full nelson. Enchanter starts pounding Toyboy’s stretched out abs. THUD! POW! WHOMP! I hate this! I go wild in the ropes, still unable to break loose. They don’t even see me. They don’t care. POW! THUD! KAPOW! Toyboy’s abs turn red from the brutal abuse.
When Scourge lets go, my buddy drops to his knees, gasping. They drag him up by his hair into a double front facelock. They each grab a side of his tiny trunks. With coordination, they easily hoist him up, his body is light enough for even these two twinks to handle. They hold him upside down, his boots pointing at the ceiling. They’re letting the blood rush down to his head before falling back with a huge double suplex! BOOM! Toyboy bounces on impact.
As my tag partner rolls onto his side, reaching for his back, the cheating twinks high five each other. They lift Toyboy up into a double torture rack. They shimmy and turn in a circle showing off for me, making sure I see my friend being tortured. I growl, trying to focus. Trying to will Toyboy to find the strength to hold on. He does, unwilling to submit to these two jerks. Yay!
They drop Toyboy. SPLAT! Scourge says, “You love bearhugs, don’t you, Birdy? If you were more of a man … a man like either of us … you’d have this fake dom crying in your bearhug instead of owning your ass.”
Enchanter forces Toyboy up. He grabs him in a tight bearhug. My tag partner moans, but he won’t give. Not to this! Scourge slides in behind. What? He slides his arms in there and squeezes with a reverse bearhug! Toyboy is sandwiched between the two of them. He’s moaning as they crush his from both sides. He starts to sag in the hold, but doesn’t give in.
The blond twink says, “Big junk is wasted on a guy like you, Toyboy.”
“Yeah, feel the power of real men, not like you and Birdy. Anyone can get him. He’d lie down for any guy.”
“And he probably has!”
They laugh at me as they crush my tag partner. I gotta think of a way out! I hate seeing what they’re doing. I tense my muscles. If I get out, I’m gonna make them pay for hurting him!
Enchanter says to Toyboy, “We were gonna ignore you in stakes, but you’re so fucking cocky, thinking you can hang with us big boys, that we’re gonna double team you while Birdy watches.’
Scourge adds, “We’re gonna take Birdy from you. He can see how real men handle muscle bitch boys. Maybe even take him to Mexico with us. We can sell his sorry ass.”
Toyboy is gasping. He reaches at me and moans, “WWBD?”
Huh? Oh! Winston jokes whenever we play wrestle and I’m in trouble. He’ll ask, ‘What would The Bat do?’ It means remember my training. Stupid Cody. He never trained me how to … oh, wait. Yes, he did. He taught me how to escape being trapped in the ropes. Multiple ways. I pick the one that’ll put me in the best position to turn this whole match around. I bring my knees forward, hopping up to plant my boots so I’m squatting. PLOP! The jerks don’t even notice.
Big mistake.
I told them that I never skip leg day. Twist hands. Grab top rope. Push up like a jump squat. Big burst! Throw my body back. Flip my legs over. Keep my knees in so I can land on the apron. Fuck, I’m like a world-class gymnast, too. Except they’re all short. As I flip, the ropes unwrap. I use them to keep from flying too far back. I bring my feet down fast. PLOP! Yes! I did it.
I lean back, pulling the top rope with me. I call out, “Hey, losers. I’m the legal man, remember?”
Scourge and Enchanter turn. Toyboy fights free. I use my incredibly powerful legs, the tension of the ropes, and my unbelievable athleticism to launch myself at them. As I fly over the top rope, twisting in air, Toyboy drops to the canvas. I crash into the dirty cheaters. They’re overwhelmed by my power. We all crash down, with me on top of them. BOOM!
I roll off. They scramble up. Toyboy and I time it perfectly. I dive high with a double clothesline, my arms stretched out like a bird and Toyboy comes in low, aiming for the back of their knees. I hit first, knocking them back. WHOMP! He clips their knees a second later, flipping their boots up. THWAK! They land hard on their backs. WHAM! I’m up first, pumped and ready to kick serious ass.
NO TAG NEEDED! I’M THE LEGAL MAN!
BIRD BOY VS. ENCHANTER/SCOURGE!
Toyboy hangs back. Poor guy is still feeling the effects of the double team. I reach down and grab them around their skinny necks. My fingers dig in. I said earlier that they woke the giant. Now, they’ve woken the beast. The muscle beast! I choke the bitches as I pull them up, their scrawny 170-lbs bodies weighing nothing to me. I lift them up in the air and drop them with a double chokeslam! BOOM! They roll apart, moaning.
I grab Enchanter. I force him up to his feet. I grab his neck and balls. No more Mr. Nice Guy. I gorilla press him into the air. Scourge is up. His eyes go wide as I throw his tag partner at him. The blond missile crashes into the dark-haired twink. They crash down again. I move in. I grab both their wrists.
I roar as I turn to my right, dragging Enchanter up to his feet. I put so much force behind it that he is fired into the ropes behind me. I smoothly turn to my left; Scourge is pulled up. I whip him in the direction. As he passes by me, I put my hand in his back, directing him right at his partner who is ricocheting off the ropes. They slam into each other at running speeds. CRASH!
The lightweight losers go down again. SPLAT! I don’t wait even a second. Toyboy is cheering me on from our corner and it’s like it gives me even more strength, if that was possible. I force Enchanter up. I whip him front-first into our corner. CLANG! Toyboy grabs his wrists to keep him there. I pull up Scourge. He tries to fight, but I overpower him easily. I whip him front-first into his tag partner. BAM!
I don’t give Scourge the time to fall before I splash on top of his back, crushing both of them. WHAM! I bring my arms down and wrap them around their skinny waists. Stupid twinks have no meat, so I can grab my hands in front of Enchanter. I pull them back in the reverse double bearhug. They whine and whimper like the lightweight losers they are. I lean back, lifting their boots off the ground! They cry out in pain.
When I let them go, they collapse to hands and knees. They’re coughing and gasping like anyone who’s ever been bear hugged by me. I take two steps and kick under Enchanter, hitting him square in the gut. He is lifted off the mat, flipping over and rolling all the way under the bottom rope. I walk over. I casually kick him in the side, sending Enchanter to the floor below.
My mind is on fire right now, driven by rage. Everything is moving slower. When I get back to Scourge, he tries a surprise kick to my balls. I see it coming a mile away. I easily smack it away like he’s a child. Compared to me, he is. I drag him up, scooping him across my chest. I’m planning a bodyslam, but Toyboy says, “Incoming! Six o’clock!” I turn fast.
Enchanter is leaping off the top rope. I throw Scourge at him. They collide in midair and crash down to the canvas. I roar and beat my chest. I am the perfect muscle beast! Toyboy is beside me. He says, “These two don’t want to fight one-on-one? We won’t either.” Together, we drive our boots on them, me on Scourge, him on Enchanter. STOMP! STOMP! STOMP!
Toyboy asks, “Kissing camels?”
I nod.
Toyboy locks Enchanter in a camel clutch. Since I’m infinitely more powerful than any of these guys, I wait until he’s set. I easily drag Scourge’s wrecked body over to face his buddy. I pull his limp, twink body up into a camel and scotch him forward. W lower their faces so they’re eye-to-eye. It’s not the most painful, but it is the most humiliating.
My tag partner says, “Since you guys think it’s hot when tag partners are forced to kiss each other, I know you’ll love this.”
We push their faces together and shove their lips in. They squirm to resist, but I slide Scourge in even closer. I push and really mash their mouths together. They give in, kissing properly. They even moan as they do it. Yeah, that’s it. We break the long kiss by pulling back until they’re both screaming in unison. We don’t ask for a submission. We just enjoy the concert.
Toyboy says, “Let go.”
I decide to let go just as he does. He whispers to me, and I smile. We drag them upland lock on sleepers on our guys. We force them to the mirror so they can watch themselves go out. They’re fading fast. Toyboy leans to me. I lean to him. We make out as we knock them out. That’s how fucking dominant we are. Scourge goes limp. I let him drop. Enchanter goes next.
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| Those twins really thought that they could handle this? |
Toyboy moves in. He puts his bulge at my face. I lean into it as I drop the spaghetti noodle arm. It was weak before I knocked his sorry ass out, but now, it’s got nothing. “TWO!”
As I bring the arm up for a third time, I totally lost in my tag partner’s scent. The taste of his sweat. The size of his dick which is already mostly hard. I drop the arm. Toyboy has to call it. “THREE!”
I rise up. I ask, “Are you okay?” He nods. I pump my fists, “We won.”
“Aw, you said ‘we won’ as opposed to ‘I won.’ Good boy.”
STAKES ROUND.
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| Toyboy is thinking about something. |
I shrug, “Not really.” I add, “But I can. I can fuck them so hard their eyes will pop out of their heads.”
“I know you can, but I have a better idea for stakes. Instead of wasting our cum on these two, I’m going to give you your reward for winning. It’s all set up.”
I can’t hold back a smile, “That sounds awesome.”
I grab a wrist on each guy and drag the losers’ unmoving carcasses to the ropes. We jump out of the ring. I easily lift the unconscious Scourge on my left shoulder. Twinks are so light. My friend helps pull the other sleeping twink out while I squat down. Enchanter slides right onto my right shoulder. I stand up, handling their 345-lbs like it is nothing. Which it is for me.
We walk to the back. The limp losers are perfectly balanced as I strut confidently. I’m ready to drop them off in the showers to wake them up, but Winston heads to the gym. He turns to me and walks backwards, curling and uncurling his finger at me to follow him. I wonder why we’re heading his way? Winston opens the doors. Fortunately, it was built double-wide to handle the equipment. I cruise inside.
I immediately freeze.
There’s new stuff in here. Bondage stuff laid out. Winston smirks, “Surprise! Cody said it was okay for me to use this space.” I look around. Winston says, “He’s a great friend to you, you know.”
I nod, a little shellshocked, “Yeah, Cody’s always doing right by me.” I look at Winston, “So are you. I can’t believe this.”
“Do you want help setting them down?”
I look left and right, “Oh shit, I forgot I was holding these two.”
“You’re so strong. My perfect muscle freak.” I smile proudly. Winston points, “I think these benches will be perfect seats for them to watch the show. You’d like that wouldn’t you? An audience for our play?” I swallow hard as I confidently nod. “Good boy. Bring them over.”
Winston helps guide Enchanter onto a bench. He starts tying his wrists in place while I set Scourge down. When their wrists are secure, we carefully strip their trunks. Winston ties up their boots and these guys are going nowhere. He lubes up their junk and we give them handjobs. Even sleeping, they get hard. My friend binds their junk tight, keeping them hard.
“Now for the fun part.”
Winston hands me a pair of pasties. I put them on Scourge’s nipples, and he does the same to Enchanter. Scourge starts to stir for a second, but he stays out of it. Winston attaches wires to the pasties. Next, he pulls out butt plugs. We lube them up and move into position. On three, we slide them inside the unconscious team’s holes. UH! AH! That wakes them up.
Scourge and Enchanter start pulling on the ropes, but they’re going nowhere. Winston is too good at rope work for that. Even me, with all my incredible muscle, can’t break his rope work. What chance do these scrawny twinks have? None. They realize they’re trapped. They see the pasties, their bound junk, and feel the plugs. They look at each other, but they’re helpless.
In unison, they scream, “WHAT THE FUCK?”
Winston smirks, “Stakes, boys. You said how much you loved seeing me take stakes on Bird Boy instead of him fucking Valet. So, that’s what’s gonna happen here. You’re getting a show instead of our cocks. And to make sure you enjoy it, I’ve added a few toys. It’s what you paid for, after all.”
Enchanter moans, “You little fucker.”
Scourge squirms, “Why are my nipples cold?”
“Well, to attach the stimulators, I needed some gel. I chose a cooling lube. Keep them nice and hard. It makes the experience more … intense.”
The losers look confused. Enchanter smirks, “Yeah, real intense. I expected better.”
Winston presses a button on the remote in his hand. Suddenly, the guys start moaning. “That’s the lowest setting. I can go higher if that’s not intense enough on your nipples.” The losers shake their heads. Drool runs out of Scourge’s mouth. Enchanter throws his head back and he cries out in short, high-pitched bursts. They arch their backs, lifting their chests.
My friend asks, “Having fun, boys?” He stops the torture, and they relax. They look at him with hard eyes but say nothing. “Sorry, I didn’t hear that.” He presses the button and they’re back in ecstasy. “And of course, the plugs are Bluetooth.” Another button press and the guys go wild, thrashing as much as they can. Their bound junk flops. Scourge starts leaking.
The scruffy dark-haired one with the halfway decent pecs moans, “OH FUCK! I’M GONNA FUCKING SHOOT!!”
Winston smirks, “Not yet.”
The smallest guy in the room pauses Scourge’s torture. He’s controlling all of us. Well, I’m just acting, but he really owns these two. Of course, I’m really the number one guy in any room I’m in. Winston swipes some of the pre-cum off Scourge’s cock head. The mop head shudders as it happens. Fuck, what a lightweight. I’ve gone way longer with way more torture.
Enchanter is holding out. He shakes his head, “NO!” Winston feeds him his partner’s pre-cum. The blond growls, “NO!” Winston slides his finger in. Enchanter sucks on it. Winston ups the stimulation on both the pasties and plug. The short-haired twink changes his mind real fast. Now his cock is leaking, too. He pulls off the finger and begs, “STOP! I GIVE! I GIVE!”
Winston pauses the torture. “Still expect better? Because I have it, if you want it.” They shake their heads in defeat. Losers. “Let me hear it.”
Scourge is first to go, “Please, no more. I’ll just watch you and Birdy. Please.”
Enchanter breathes in. I can tell he hates to say it, but he does. “Me, too. Work over the muscle bitch. I’ll be quiet.”
“So, you both are submitting again? Verbal responses only.”
“Yes.”
“Yeah.”
“Yes what?”
In unison, they reply, “Yes, Sir.”
“Good boys. Enjoy the show.”
MY BIG REWARD.
Winston turns to me. It’s real now. I’ll show these losers how a real man plays. My cock is as hard as steel inside my trunks.
“Now, Bird Boy. It’s reward time. I’m combining your two loves. Your muscles and submitting to me.” Toyboy circles the gym, “It works like this. We will go from station to station. You will do as many reps as I want. You will pump up those muscles even more than they are. You will show our guests what you can do. And while you do that, I will be working, too.”
I nod, “Yes, Sir. What will you be doing?”
“Whatever I want.” My tag partner points, “Since you’re warmed up, we’ll jump right in with standing bicep curls.”
I walk over to the weight rack. I debate which dumbbells to grab. Knowing Toyboy, I’ll be lifting for a while. I grab the 30s. Light, but still more than any of these twinks probably do. I grab them and walk over. “Face the mirror.” I do. “Now, standard curls. Start lifting, boy. Go slow.” I start. My biceps pump. Fuck, I look great in my Bird Boy trunks, boots, and mask.
Toyboy starts checking me out. He caresses my biceps. Nice. I love being worshipped while I lift. He says, “My perfect muscle beast.” As I work, he says, “You love watching yourself, don’t you?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“I want you focused on me.” Toyboy puts a blindfold over my eyes. What? “Keep lifting.” I focus on working my muscles. “Good boy. That’s better. You know what you look like. You know you’re perfect. I know you’ve studied yourself so much that you know every detail. You know these big veins.” He runs his fingers over my main veins along my bicep. “Yeah, you do.”
It feels ticklish. Toyboy says, “Wide curls, boy. I don’t want to get bonked.” I pull my arms outside. These are harder than standard, but nothing I can’t handle. Glad I picked a light weight. Toyboy starts working my torso. Not being able to see has me twitchy, but I focus on my form. My cock starts to grow. When he hits my nipples, it’s all I can do to keep steady.
Toyboy’s hand grabs my cock. He says, “Hammer curls.” I move my arms in and turn my grip. He must be kneeling because I don’t hit him. His hand is working my cock. Now his lips. Oh fuck. Back to a hand. He says, “That’s my good boy. So big and hard. Yeah, that’s it.” I moan. Fuck, I must look amazing. My cock is rock-hard in my trunks. I feel my load building.
“You like being milked while working out, don’t you?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“You want to give me your load, don’t you?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“How close are you, boy?”
“Really close. Sir.”
“Good boy. You can stop with the curls.”
I lower my arms and he pulls away. What? The blindfold comes off. “Hand me the weights.” I do. “Heavy.” I smile, knowing how light they were for me. “Flex those arms.” I obey. “Yeah, just look at these arms.” They’re awesome. “Now, look at your dick, boy.” I do. It’s huge, like a club in my tiny green trunks. Weighing them down. There’s a wet spot for pre-cum. “You like that?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Good boy.” Toyboy hands me the weights back. “Rack these and load up a barbell, boy. Chest is next. Set up for decline bench press.” I get the bench ready, my cock settling down. My load retreats. Fuck. I lie down on the bench which I’ve tilted down. “I’ll spot you.” Toyboy squats, smothering my face with his taint and bulge. I smell his sweaty crotch. Mmm.
“Cock is growing again. You like this new position, don’t you?” My voice is muffled, but positive. “Good boy. Now, start pressing. Breathe in deep as you lower it.” Duh. “Good boy. I want to hear and feel your breathing.” My nose and mouth are full of his scent and taste. “Now, up. Yeah, that’s it. Hold it there.” I do. His hands start roaming. It feels nice.
“Now down and hold. I have something for you.” I bring it down. Suddenly, I feel rubber close down on my nipples. I moan into his crotch as the nipple clamps dig into me. Oh, fuck! “Good boy. Now, start pressing until I tell you to stop.” I start again. He stands up and I can see. I miss his scent, though. Toyboy moves around. “Eyes to the ceiling, boy.”
In this position, I’m wide open for what I know is coming. Sure enough, Toyboy starts milking me again. I groan. He peels my green trunks up and over my junk. My cock sticks out, hanging over my pelvis. Toyboy expertly milks it. He goes slowly, but I feel my load coming back up.
Toyboy lubes up his hands. He goes back to my dick, and they slide along my shaft. He’s just going up from base to tip. Gently and slowly. Left hand then right hand. He matches the speed of my press. Left hand on the extension. Right hand on the down. My nipples are killing me as my chest contracts and expands. My cock is dripping pre-cum. I whimper, hoping I can cum.
My tag partner says, “Think you could hit your face from here?”
“Yes, Sir! Definitely, Sir!”
Toyboy stops, “Definitely? Well, if you’re so sure, there’s no need to keep going. I was curious, but now, I’ll just believe you. You can stop now.” I cry out as he forces my cock and balls back into my trunks. It’s so uncomfortable! “Rack it. Stand up and head to the cables. Chest flies.” I roll off. My cock hurts as it threatens to rip the spandex in half. “Let me know when you’re ready.”
I stand at the machine facing out. I stagger my stance as I reach out wide and grab the cables. I pull forward, testing the machine. Got it. “We’re going to try something different this time, boy.” Toyboy moves behind me. He comes back, “You’ve been going light. Nice for a starter, but let’s challenge you.” I pull forward. Or I try to. “Too much?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Well, keep trying. Flex this chest for me.” I do. “Don’t strain yourself. Just a little isometric pump. Yeah, I love these striations.” Toyboy pulls out a flogger. Oh no. He starts by running it along my chest. WHAP! WHOOSH! WHAP! My smooth tanned flesh is streaked by the whipping. Red lines cut across my perfect pecs. “Just like the gladiator you want to be.”
I growl, “Thank you, Sir.”
The cat o’ nine tails goes lower, across my abs. WHOOSH! WHAP! WHOOSH! I tighten them up as much as I can. When the whips hit lower, I flinch. I get myself together. I know that I’m binding myself. I could let go of the grips, but that would be admitting defeat, something I will never do! The flogger slashes along my trapped cock. WHAP! WHOOSH! WHAP! I cry out.
Toyboy moves in. He grips my cock and plants his lips on my mouth. I hold the grips so tightly my knuckles go white. I want to grab him, but I can’t. I keep my arms out wide as he jerks me close to orgasm again, only to pull away. My head drops. I can see my cock. It’s begging for release. The pre-cum stain is bigger than ever. I look at Toyboy’s smirking face.
“Please let me cum, Sir.”
“You’ll cum.” I relax. “Eventually.” He laughs. “Come on. Lose the trunks. Squats are next.”
As I approach the squat rack, I see it. I board with a small dildo attached at an angle. “This is a test of coordination, so choose your weight wisely. You’re going to squat down and impale yourself on this little guy. I measured it all up and had a guy your height test it, so I know that you can do it. Once it’s in, you can rise.” I watch as he starts to lube it up. I go for a light weight for sure, knowing balance will be key.
“Let’s go.”
I go down. I can’t see the dildo, but I know where it is. I planted my feet just right, testing it before weight. I get low and feel it part my crack. I adjust, dropping lower. The rubber rod slides inside me. I moan and my cock sticks out straight. Holy fuck. I rise up. “That’s one. Nine more.” I nod. I do it again, sticking my butt back as I drop and taking it all. “That’s two.”
“Hold up. This is too easy.” What? “That’s a baby dildo.” Toyboy holds up a thicker, longer dildo. Oh fuck. He goes behind me. When he comes back, “Go on.” I breathe in and out. Okay, I can do this. I drop down and feel the thick rubber at my hole. I moan loudly as I back onto it. Oh fuck! My cock tightens up as I slide it in all the way. Oh fuck! It’s huge! “Good boy. Three.”
I do the next three with no trouble. My cock is painful as it throbs. Fucking myself has me close again. I whimper through the next two. Just two more. Toyboy moves in. He attaches a chain between the nipple clamps. I know what that’s for. As I drop for number nine, he pulls on the chain, stretching my nipples out. I cry out. My butt misses the dildo. My cock softens a little.
“Up. Try again, boy.”
I squat down, concentrating on my master’s task. I’m used to pain. Can’t build a body like this without it. I fight through the torture. My ass cheeks find the large dildo. I adjust my position and feel the tip. I press my hole against it and push my ass down and back. It penetrates me. I moan. “Look at me, boy.” I raise my head, staring at the handsome twink. I smile.
I keep my eyes on Toyboy as I drive the dildo deeper and deeper. My ass cheeks hit the plank and I know it’s in all the way. “Good boy.” I rise up. He grabs my throbbing, leaking rod. Toyboy plays with it. I gasp. He says, “Nine down. Just one more.” I nod. I focus again and repeat the process. I do it perfectly, even with him torturing me. When I rise, he taps my cheek, “Next.”
After I rack the weights, I turn to see Toyboy with a butt plug in hand. A big one. “It’s your favorite. You should be loose enough, boy.” I nod. He circles behind me. I hear the lube bottle cap pop open. Next thing I know, the slick rubber plug is pushed inside me. I rise onto my toes and lean back, moaning as it fills me up. My cock bounces, sending my pre-cum flying.
“Let’s go lower. Deadlift. I set up the barbell in advance. Cody suggested the weight.” I look at it. Fuck, it’s heavy. “Can you do ten reps, boy? Be honest.”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Face the mirror. You can watch yourself.”
“Thank you, Sir.”
I’m relieved. Ten is no problem. Cody picked right. I thought it might be another do it for two, three-minute deal. Suddenly, I feel the plug vibrating. I moan. “Ten still good, boy?” I nod. I start by bending forward. When I lift, I squeeze my butt, clamping down on the plug. Oh fuck. I moan loudly when I’m standing. I go forward. Toyboy is behind me. He flogs my ass. WHAP!
Fuck. I focus. I go up again. My rock-hard cock sticks out over the bar. I’m going to feel the vibration every time. It feels so good when I tighten up. My eyes roll back in my head. Another flog. WHAP! I bend forward and the cat o nine tails whips my ass back and forth. WHOOSH! WHAP! WHOOSH! I struggle to focus. My cock is pulsing, trying to fire off a load on its own.
Ten feels like twenty by the time I’m done. “Leave the barbell for now. We’ll take a break, boy. Flex for me. Flex because I ordered you to. Show off those muscles because it’s what I want.”
“Yes, Sir.”
I flex for my twink master. I look so good. Clamps, a plug, whip marks. None of it matters. I’m perfection and no one can deny it. I start to run through a whole routine. Toyboy moves in. He grips my cock. That alone almost makes me cum! He grabs my dick from underneath and slowly strokes me. It’s gentle. No pressure. It’s almost too much. I whimper as I flex.
“Focus on flexing, boy. I decide when you cum. You have one job. Show off that perfect muscle beast body, boy.” I nod, unable to reply verbally. My body moves through the poses via muscle memory. Fortunately, when you have as much muscle as me, you have a lot of memory, too. God, I look great. Just looking at myself might get me off. “Don’t shoot, boy.”
“Please, Sir!”
“Please what?”
“Please let me cum. I’m so close.”
“Of course you are. You’re looking at yourself.”
“Please! I’ve been a good boy!”
“Yes, you have. That’s why I’m doing this.” The nipple clamps come off. Toyboy leans in close to me. “You love this.”
I admit, “Yes, Sir.”
“Go to that bench, boy.”
As I walk over to the preacher curl bench, I hear the dirty twink tag team start moaning. I forgot they were even here. Sitting down, I’m looking right at them, my arms draped over the padded arm rest. They’re looking at me. The three of us all tied up and at Toyboy’s mercy. Fuck. The smallest guy is calling the shots. Thanks to me, of course, but still. I can tell my twink master restarted their butt plugs and pasties. The two of them are writhing.
Toyboy comes over. I brace for whatever he has planned. The twink runs his fingers over my arm muscles. He stands behind me and massages my back. I shudder. My cock is going nuts. It’s all I can do not hump my load out on the bench. I whimper, begging again, “Please, Sir. Please let me cum.” All I get is a small laugh as he rubs down my back to my butt.
The twink circles in front. He velcros fabric cuffs around my wrists. They’re each attached to three power bands that run under the bench. Instinctively, I test them. I can stretch them a little, but my arms are locked. Toyboy leans in over the padded rest. He grabs my hair and forces me into a kiss. Not that I resist. I love it when he kisses me. I melt for him.
“Butt up.” Toyboy circles around. He pulls out the butt plug. He orders, “Keep your butt up. Arch your back.”
I eagerly obey, knowing that I’m about to get his big, long cock. I look at the trapped tag twinks. They’re dry humping the hair, trying to get off as the toys have them on edge. I smirk, “I’m gonna get fucked so good. You losers have to settle for imitation dicks up your ass. Kind of suits a couple of posers like you.” They want to say something, but they can’t. They can only watch.
Toyboy grabs my hips, “That’s right, boy. You’re going to get fucked.”
When the twink’s big cock presses against my hole, I moan. When it pushes in, I give a powerful cry, gasping. It’s only in an inch and I’m begging in a manly way for more. Yeah, that’s it. It doesn’t take long before he’s all the way in. I look forward, smirking at the second rate twinks. They wish they were here, in my place. Toyboy and me have been doing this for a while. He knows how to get me going.
I moan loudly as Toyboy pounds my hole. His pelvis slams into my muscular butt cheeks. He’s sliding back and forth, taking my ass. Taking me. My arms strain against the bands as I feel the ecstasy of the brutal fuck. I push back into him, trying to get even more. My dick slams up and down, hitting against my abs, leaving a trail of pre-cum that stretches from cock to stomach.
I’m so pumped that I feel my load building. Oh my god, I’m going to cum. I warn Toyboy, but all he says is, “Yeah, boy. Shoot that load while I’m fucking you! Cum handsfree for me! Do it! That’s an order, boy! DO IT!” With his permission, I unleash my load. It explodes out of me. My whole massive body shakes, and I tighten up on his dick. Oh god. I whimper as I keep firing.
When I’m drained, Toyboy is still going. My majestic body is so sensitive. I can really feel his cock filling me. My cock goes soft for a second but is back up. Scourge and Enchanter are moaning as they see this all play out. The twink behind me is really ravaging my hole. Toyboy leans forward, gripping my tender, extra-sensitive nipples. I let out a manly cry. Oh god!
I turn my head, seeing myself in the mirror. From the side, I watch as I’m relentlessly fucked by the twink. My twink. My twink master. Toyboy says, “You look incredible. Perfect. Big, beautiful biceps bulging as you strain against the bands. Your body tensed. Every cut showing. Lined with your master’s marks. Your back arched, ass up to receive my cock.” I whimper.
Toyboy says, “You’re like the most beautiful piece of art, only better because no artist could imagine perfection like you.” I nod, my mouth hanging open. My eyebrows up. I can’t speak. Only grunt. “And I own you.” I gasp. “That’s right, boy. You’re my masterpiece. You made that body, but I made your mind.” I nod. “Can you cum for me, boy? Are you man enough?”
“FUCK!” I don’t say that. It was Scourge. As I turn my head from the mirror, I see the twink tag team. They are looking up, arched and moaning. Their screams fill the small gym. Both of the dirty punks shoot their loads simultaneously. They fire ropes of cum into the air. Their seed lines their skinny twink bodies. When they’re done giving up, they collapse, moaning softly.
“What about you, boy? Can you match them?”
I turn my head back to the mirror. Toyboy owns me? He owns me. Oh fuck! I suddenly explode for a second time, just minutes after the first. It hurts in the best way possible. I don’t even know how I’m doing it, but my aching cock is shooting and shooting. I raise my head and stare at the ceiling as my cock and balls squeeze out some kind of reserve. I am a fucking god.
Toyboy pulls out. I feel empty, but I’m so drained. He comes around in front of me. His huge cock is pointing at me. He says, “Come and get it, boy.” I summon the strength to push myself forward. I hang on the padded panel of the bench, resting my pelvis on it. I stretch out and grab his cock with my lips. He grabs my hair and fucks my face while spanking my raised ass. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
It doesn’t take long before I’m drinking down his load. It’s huge. So huge that I struggle to swallow it down. Luckily, I’m so great. I might be the only man who could handle his load. When he slows down, I work his cock again, cleaning his dick as he slowly thrusts back and forth. He massages my right cheek, the spanking over. When he pulls out, I hang limp on the bench.
Toyboy unties my wrists and helps me off the bench. We hug and kiss. He sits me on bench, and we rest. Eventually, I tidy up the gym as Winston goes to deal with something. When he comes back, he heads over to our ‘patrons’. I let Winston do all the talking.
“Thanks for hiring us, guys. We hope you got your money’s worth.” Winston smirks as he looks down at their shrinking dicks and the cum puddles on their torso, “I guess you did.” He explains, “Your stuff is all packed at the front. You’ll understand if we decline to shower with you.” We stand over them. “I trust there’s not going to be any issues?”
They shake their heads. We untie them. They stretch out, but I come in behind them. “Get out.” I grab them by the backs of their necks. “Let’s go, twinks.” When we reach the door, they grab their bags and I shove them outside. Naked. Cum-covered. Exhausted. I don’t care. “Bye.”
They growl, staring at us with hard eyes.
Winston smirks, “You boys want revenge?” They don’t reply, but the looks on their faces tell the story. They want revenge. “Then join The Cave. That’s the only way that might happen.” He tosses a flash drive to Enchanter who catches it with one hand. “Here’s a freebie. Our match is on there. No stakes, but it’s still a bonus. From the security cameras. It’s not the best, no close ups of your suffering, but maybe it’ll be inspiration.”
Scourge points at us but says nothing. What can he say? I laugh as I close the door, “Thanks for the cash. Enjoy getting fucked by luchas in Mexico, you stupid jobber twinks.”
SLAM!
THE NEXT STEP.
We’re cleaned up. Winston has his underwear and pants on, but I’m still naked. He likes to see me naked for as long as possible. Duh, of course he does, given how much he worships my godlike physique, including my stunning cock and balls, which are literally the perfect size. I will wait until he’s fully dressed before I get dressed. You know, to be a nice guy. Not because he ordered me to do it, but because he’s my friend.
I pace and flex. He has his shirt, but instead of putting it on, Winston leans back against the lockers and watches me. He says, “Something on your mind? You’re pacing as you flex for me.” I’m not nervous. I don’t get nervous. However, there is something that I’ve been wanting to ask him for a week. I haven’t found the right moment, but I think this is it.
“Uh, Winston?”
“Yeah?”
“I, um, want to ask you something. So, um, what are you, um, doing next Saturday? Not this one. The next one.”
Winston smirks, “You figure that’s how long it’ll take you to recover?”
“NO! I mean, I can play again whenever. You know me. I’m a machine. Your perfect muscle freak. I just mean, what are you doing? Not for play. For something else.”
“Oh?”
I confidently explain, “Uh, I have this thing. To do. Um, see, they’re doing this, um, fashion show at school. My school. It’s the biggest thing all year. Like the school gets the big stage at the Spring LA Fashion Week every year. People will be there. Important people. Design houses recruit from it. Students have launched their own lines. Lots of press. Pictures.”
“Sounds great. Do you have to sell some tickets or something? I’ll take one.”
“No. It’s invite-only. Well, see, the ten best designers in school get a chance to show two of their best looks. For my history of American fashion class, I did this streetwear collection inspired by the iconic American styles of superheroes and wrestling. You saw it. Remember?”
My friend smiles, “Yes, I remember you showing me the designs. And you wore that sexy Bird Boy costume with the little jacket. It was incredible.”
“Yeah, that’s it. Not that specific look, but like that. Of course, I got the top marks in the class. But it was so good, Professor Maddox submitted it for the show. He’s the first teacher who really gets me. Gets my vision. I had to bring him along. He’s old and a little slow. That’s why he retired and became a teacher, but he’s pretty cool. And smart. Once I explained things.”
My friend nods, “That’s great. It’s good to have someone like that around.”
“Yeah, he’s cool.” My beautifully chiseled chest rises, “Of course, the panel chose my work the best overall. I got it over the seniors, juniors, grad students, everyone. I’m not just showing a couple of pieces like the others. Mine is a full collection. And my collection is anchoring the show.”
“Holy shit! Congratulations!” Winston tosses his shirt on the bench and gives me a big hug. I hug him back. It feels good. He looks up at me. “That’s amazing.”
“Thanks. It’s my first really big break. 12 looks. The freshman class has to make the winner’s looks. It’s the final ‘Craftmanship’ class project every year. You should have seen the crap I had to make. So boring. A bunch of evening gowns. It’s funny. They’re cursing me, because leather and spandex are so hard to work with, but they should feel lucky to have a hand in greatness. Professor loves that they’re being challenged, so fuck them. Anyway, it’s kind of a big deal.”
“Sounds like it. Wow. How can I help?”
“Well, um, everything has to go perfectly. I spent so long sourcing the materials. Making sure everyone’s doing every stitch perfectly. All the fittings. I had to line up my own models. None of the regular models at the school are right.”
Winston’s eyebrow goes up, “Are you asking me to model? You don’t normally design for guys my size.”
“No, I want you to, um, well, I’m good with models. Cody helped me line up some Cave guys. Cody’s not modeling, because he’s too busy planning Ryan’s retirement party.”
Winston asks, “Ryan’s retiring? I thought it was his 30th birthday party.”
“Same thing. Anyway, you know that Cody always supports me. He’ll be there, just on his phone a lot.” I explain, “The whole thing starts with Josh. He’s tall. Got those wide shoulders and narrow waist. And he struts like a stud. He’s wearing this awesome long fitted jacket and when he reaches the end of the runway, he unzips and dramatically drops it. With my designs on his body, the whole place will go nuts. The only thing that would be a better start is if it was me, but I can’t walk my own show, even though I have the best -”
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| Josh leads off my runway show. |
“Oh, yeah. I, um, well. I’m getting to that.” I confidently pause and breathe in. “Just let me tell you, um, you know, about the rest of the guys? I got Justin, of course. He’s been my model for like a year. I kinda had to bring him along, you know? Jae is walking. His pecs and ass have never looked better and he can work it. And I’ve got this evening look for Jax to close the show. Big thing with him is how to walk. He walks like a cop on the beat. I mean, I know he is a cop, but it’s taken work to get him right. Huh. A lot of guys whose names start with ‘J’.”
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| Justin. Jae. Jax. |
“Where was I? Let’s see, I got Chris. Your buddy Darius is on board. More killer pecs.”
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| Chris. Darius. |
“I want to show my styles can fit anyone, so I’ve got Mylon to prove my looks work for the super-short guys. And I got Brody to show how I can fit the senior citizens.”
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| Little Mylon. Old man Brody. |
“I really wanted Beau, but he’s out of town with Buck. Uh, Luke. Another guy who walks so wrong. But I’m getting him there. You think he'd be better at walking, being ex-Army. And there's Ash. Another short guy but built. And a great walk. Tight. This guy Ramsay. Tall and thick. Cody even got Miguel to agree to do it. He just had to promise not to fight with Ramsay’s boyfriend Javi. They have a history. I would have picked Javi to show how my looks suit even old, hairy guys, but he refused when —”
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| Luke. Ash. |
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| Ramsay. Miguel. |
I boldly reply, “NO! No, no. I, um, don’t want you to do anything. I mean, I just want you to come. Come and watch. You know, with me. Um, backstage. You know, you can hang out. With me. We can hang out. While I get my looks together.”
“That’s all? Okay. Of course I'll do that.”
“Um, that’s not, like, totally all. See, there’s a big reception after. Cocktails then a dinner. Open bar. Some dancing. Networking. Designers. Media. Celebrities. Athletes. It’s not like the Met Gala or anything, but it’s still kinda A-list stuff. It’ll be fun. I promise.”
Winston grins, “Xaq! Are you asking me to be your date to your big event?”
I frown, “No.”
“Really? It sounds like a date.”
“No. It’s just two guys spending an afternoon together then getting dressed up and going to a cocktail reception, with dinner and dancing. How is that a date?”
“Uh huh. Just admit it. You would like me to be your date to your big event.”
I sigh, “Whatever. Are you in or not?”
He’s in dom mode, toying with me, “Depends on whether you’re asking me out on a date or not.”
“Winston. I’d really like you to be there. Please?”
“Ask me again. Correctly.”
I breathe in, annoyed by his insistence on labeling things. But I really want him to go with me, so I give in, “Winston, would you like to be my date next Saturday?”
“I would love to go on a date with you, Xaq.” He leans in and gives me a quick kiss on the lips.
I relax. “Thank you.”
“Geez, a fancy event like this, full of designers, celebrities, and fashion bigwigs. What am I gonna wear?”
I grab my phone and show him a pic. “This. I designed it for you. It’s a riff on a classic tux, but with leather, spandex, and metal accents. You know, because of who you are.” I flip through different angles then land on a different one, “And I’ll be wearing this. It coordinates.”
“Wow. I love it. It’s literally perfect for me. Any yours is great, too. Nice. Matching outfits.”
I correct him, “Coordinating. Not matching. It’ll help us get noticed on the red carpet. We’re competing for attention against famous people. When people ask who you’re wearing, and they will, you just say Xaq, the hottest young designer in America.”
“I will. I notice yours has no shirt.” I shrug. He smirks, “Good choice. You’ll have the whole room eating out of your hands. Or off those abs.” Winston’s eyes go wide, “Oh shit. We better get to work. You need my measurements. Fittings. With everything going on with your runway show, do you have time to make something this elaborate for me? I don’t want you distracted. I actually own a perfectly good tux.”
“Oh, these pics aren’t AI or anything. Our looks are already made.”
“What? How?”
“From our play. I’ve learned all your measurements. I know you dress right. I know that your left shoulder hangs a quarter inch lower than your right. That you stand with your weight on right foot. I hemmed the pants for your favorite black combat boots. The left sleeve will accommodate that humungous silver watch of yours that will match the metal accents. It’s all done.”
My friend looks shocked at my brilliance, “I can’t believe it.”
I shrug, “I already took everything I know about you into account. We’ve played and wrestled and fucked so much. I know how long your arms and legs are. I’ve held your chest and waist. Held your neck while I kissed it. If there’s a part of your body, I know it by heart now. It’ll fit perfectly first try, because I’m really great at everything I do.”
Winston just stares at me. He finally says softly, “Oh, Xaq.”
Next thing I know, he’s pulling me down into a deep kiss. I let him. He holds the back of my neck as we make out. He pinches my tender nipple. I flinch, but he keeps my mouth on his. I grab him around the waist and lift him up, higher than me. We never break the kiss. He’s so light, I could hold him forever, but I move him so he’s standing on the bench, towering over me.
When he pulls off and stands up tall (well, as tall as a 5’7” guy can stand), I start sucking on his nipple. He rubs the back of my head, “Oh, Xaq!” I run my hands up and down his legs. His cock gets hard in his pants. Mine is hard, too, rising up toward my perfect abs. I love his big, strong hands squeezing my traps. He grabs my hair, pulling me off. I look up at him.
Winston says, “There are a few hours before the gym needs to be put back in shape.”
I smile, “Yeah?”
“Yeah. I’m so hot for you right now.” Duh, of course he is. “Can you handle another round, my naked perfect muscle boy?”
“Yes, Sir!”
THE END.
Casting ...
Xaq/Bird Boy - Jeff Seid (model/bodybuilder)
Winston/Toyboy - Brandon Thurston (model)
Enchanter - Hunter Warr (model)
Scourge - Aaron Owen (model)
This was so hot, but the ending was so adorable!!!! Xaq has come so far all this relationship development the last few stories has been a treat!!
ReplyDeleteThanks! This one was so long that I wasn’t sure if/when I’d get comments. I thought about posting it in two parts, but there was no natural break.
DeleteYeah, Xaq has come a long way. He just needed the right guys in his life. :)
As you know, I am a big fan of Winston, so this story is right up my alley. There is a part of me that wanted him and Xaq to lose. One day, Toyboy needs to lose a match the we get to experience.
ReplyDeleteI also love how when Winston is not in his Toyboy persona, how sweet he is. Such a wonderful complimentary trait for him. We saw it when he and Cody were having their post match fun before Xaq showed up, and we see it here. Xaq is clearly in love with Winston, even if he won't admit it, and Winston seems to want to explore that relationship himself.
Can't forget about Xaq's ridiculous commentary which is always good for a laugh and eye roll. And Winston clearly getting annoyed when Xaq won't get to the point. That felt like a Rose Nylund story. I was waiting for Winston to say, "Get to the point, Xaq." as if he was Dorothy and Xaq was Rose. LOL
Winston definitely plays a dom, but is a nice guy most of the time. The attraction with Xaq is mutual, but Winston was definitely in suspense waiting for Xaq to get to the point.
Delete****SPOILER***Didn’t he lose to Jae in his first story? I thought he did.***END SPOILER***
I can't believe I forgot about that. I'm getting old. LOL
DeleteI already gave you my comments so I’ll just say I really did love this, Alex! Just a perfect, 10/10 story, from beginning to end!
ReplyDeleteThanks for the inspiration!
DeleteIll start with a question. Is this the longest story in a single post? Encounters Brian/Santiago was definitely longer but split into three different posts. This one Im sure takes the prize as of today though. Not sure where to begin. With the obvious XAQ. I read the story and Im not sure how many times I was torn between saying "Dude Enough" then laughing on the next turn. Mostly in the wrestling. The other parts I get it. But, I hope someone can make a list of the one liners and adjectives he uses on everything. Youre the writer and you wrote him like that, but he felt like he was high on caffeine this time around. You put so much into this one, that Ill have to apologize if I dont do a good job at being able to give proper feedback. Adjectives: Scourge has a SUNKEN chest, two tiny feet my handsome face etc. Countless. Its non-stop. A barrage. He overdid himself this time around. He got walloped once again though. At this point, Im not sure anyone can be of guidance to him HAHA. Not the Bat or Winston. The two new guys, well that was quite an open ending. Will they come back? As a tag team or individuals? Those two seem to have a story to tell. The travel to Mexico etc. But also in that they seem to know the Cave rather well. From a viewer POV. I think that part where XAQ talks about the Fashion show was also completely unexpected. From the pics, the wrestlers, the way it came all about wrapped up in him asking Winston out, it was like providing us with alot of information in a tight package. Maybe not that tight. That would be one heck of a fashion show. And he wasnt done mentioning but Winston stopped him. Of course its normal to wonder if were going to read that story of the fashion show, and what, if any Cave things might happen in it! Thats alot of wrestlers all together. Im sure Cody and/or Ryan might get some ideas! Maybe after! But it was great to see a bunch of characters mentioned in this story. Mako, Little Mylon, Valet, MoneyMaker, Chris, Jax, Ash etc. That was impressive. And that hilarious bit of alot of names start with the letter J. So many details Miller that I think my comment is unfairly poor. As you definitely can expect, I might add to this later on, but as of now, the one thing is to give it 10/10. That Fashion Show is going to be one very interesting chapter. Professor Maddox definitely does not know what he got himself into!
ReplyDeleteYour comment is great. I don’t think it’s the longest story, but it is long. Xaq is always fun to write. I wasn’t sure if he was Xaq enough, since he was so sweet to Winston, so I’m glad everyone was entertained by him.
DeleteGood for you Alex. You got me good. I was for sure that Winston had set Xaq up to lose, something I would do. But I should have understood that Winston is NEVER going to lose voluntarily.
ReplyDeleteThe post match activities were FUCKING anazing and sexy.
While Scourge and Enchanter "lost", not sure they didn't win in the end. Had two amazing orgasms AND got to see muscle head Xag get worked over by Winston.
I REALLY hope to see these two again!
And my god is clueless Xaq cute while wrestling but also while trying to ask Winston out.
No one does character development like you!!!
Appreciate the comment. The new guys have a good shot at returning. I like the base models and their characters, so I wanted to make them genuine characters. And I agree with you … when they look back, that’s money well-spent.
DeleteXaq’s fun, but he is evolving. He’s his old self with Professor Maddox (story 2/15/23), but Winston is releasing a new side to him. Xaq’s only 20, so he’s experiencing new things and unsure of himself. Luckily, Winston is an excellent guide and experiencing many of the same feelings.