HOLIDAY HOTEL & SUITES. GRAPEVINE TX.
GRAND BALLROOM.
“Nope. Nope. Nope. Can’t do it. I’m going back upstairs.”
I sigh. It was a struggle just to get my tag partner and best friend Taylor down here. I’m not letting him flee. I grab his wrist, “Stay here with me. I can’t do this alone.”
Tay whines, “Why are you making me do this? Why are we even here?”
“Too late. Yusuf and Abdi took it away from us. Those guys in the lobby? They were laughing at us, Christian. And not in a good way. Not in the ‘you guys are hilarious heels’ way. In the ‘look at the losers’ way. I got enough of that shit in high school. I wanna go back to the room.”
We’re standing off to the side of the doorway to the reception where gay pro wrestling fans can meet and greet with the weekend’s wrestlers. I made us wear bright red gear, trunks, boots, and accessories to present confidence. Taylor wanted to spend the night curled up and crying, but I refuse to just bend over and take it. Well, not again, at least. Once was enough.
Taylor points to the far corner of the room, “Look. They’re at our merch space. They’re selling their stuff at our tables. Meanwhile, we’ve got a suitcase full of crap no one will ever want.”
I tell him, “Calm down. You had to figure they’d pull this. They planned it out perfectly. They rigged a room. Upgraded us into it. Seduced us. Took our belts and our match. Of course, they’d take our place at the reception. Stay with me. We’ll get our chance to sell our stuff tomorrow. At a higher price. Guys will line up for pics with us. If you relax.”
“Ugh. I can’t act like this doesn’t drive me nuts. I’m not some like emotionless robot on Adderall like you, Christian.” He sulks, “You still haven’t shared your grand plan. Do you even have one? Other than subjecting me to humiliation. And not the sexy kind of humiliation that I like.”
I pat Taylor in the back, “Need to know basis, buddy. Please just trust me.”
A frown, but my tag partner leans against me. He grudgingly says, “Well, I can do that. I always trust you. Even when you’re being annoyingly laidback. Your plan better be good because those two are not going to go down easy.”
Yes, our assigned table is filled with stuff from Prince Khosrow and his bodyguard Scimitar. They’re standing there, taking pics with fans wearing their black gear and our fucking belts. Laughing. Other wrestlers are walking by, high fiving them. Tay stares as I find everyone I need. Those snakes are the last ones on my list. First, we need to talk to Lou, the ETPW promoter.
Lou spins, looking pissed. “What the fuck were you thinking?” We open our mouths, “Forget it. You weren’t thinking. At least not with your brain. Were you just THAT fucking horny? This hotel is full of ring bunnies who’d do anything to be with any wrestler, but you two had to challenge two fucking beasts AND put MY belts on the line? At least this one,” Lou points at Reks, “was hustled. You two idiots practically gave MY belts away.”
I look at Reks. “You, too?” He nods. I turn to Lou, “It’s all a lie, Lou. I swear. We never challenged anyone. Didn’t even know they were wrestlers. Yeah, we fucked but look at them. There was no talk about it being a match or anything. We fucked, they knocked us out, dressed us in gear, and faked it all.” Lou looks skeptical but less angry. “I swear, Lou. It’s the truth.”
Logan snarks, “So, you’re still idiots, just in a different way. I can’t figure out which version makes you look worse.”
Taylor growls, “Fuck you, Logan. You’re just lucky you’re not good enough to have a belt to lose.”
The teen steps at my buddy, but Lou says, “Calm down, boys. Lemme think.” Our boss nods, “Okay, okay. I believe you. You two would never challenge those two musclemen. That means someone has it out for us. Three ETPW champions get invited and all three belts are around outsiders' waists before the matches even start. No way it’s a coincidence. Fuck. How much is this gonna cost me?”
I ask naively, “Cost YOU? We’re the ones who lost our big chance.”
“Yeah, cost ME. You think a rising superstar like Jack Justice is gonna wrestle for free? If I could afford him, I’d have gotten him. Bet he travels first class. Oh fuck.” Lou shakes his head, “Even those two guys you idiots lost to. They ain’t working for what you get.” I hadn’t thought about that. This isn’t great for Lou, either. “C’mon, Logan. Let’s put your devious little mind to work.”
They stomp off. I look at Reks. “Who took your belt? Did he say -”
Reks nods, “Jack Justice. The kid one. You know him?”
“Not personally but he’s ROW champ, right?” Reks nods. I say, “Yeah, he’s kind of famous in the internet wrestling community.”
I growl, “Taylor! Jack tricked him. How would you feel if he asked you how Yusuf’s cock was?”
My buddy moans, “Oh, fuck. It was awesome. I’m not gonna pretend it wasn’t. At least up until the two of them knocked us out and stole our shit. I mean, that’s how we got hustled. That sexy hunk with that massive monster between his legs seduced us both. I was powerless to resist. I didn’t know if it was the same for you, Reks. Did you get seduced, too?”
I sigh, “You know that Reks is straight.” I shake my head, “You can be so insensitive.”
Reks replies, “It’s cool, Christian. Taylor’s cute enough to get away with saying anything he wants.” Tay smiles broadly as he crushes on the hunky muscleman. “To answer your question, it’s long but average girth with an upward curve.” He adds, “And do you two really think I’m straight?”
Taylor and I react in unison, “You’re not?”
Reks shakes his head, so I ask the obvious question, “But what about your wife?”
“I’m bi. So is she. We’re in an open marriage. She’s hanging out with a girlfriend this weekend while I’m here fucking around. She’s gonna be pissed when I tell her I got suckered.”
My tag partner punches Reks in the pec. THUD! “You asshole! Come on, Reks! You can’t keep that to yourself! Why haven’t you fucked me?”
“You never asked, and I figured you of all people would have if you were interested.” We moan at the same time, not believing that this hot stud wrestler is bi and open to us! Reks laughs at our reaction. “Seriously, it just never came up. It’s not like we hang out a whole lot.”
Tay rolls his eyes, “Uh, ‘cause you’re straight. Now you're not? This changes everything.”
I get us back on track, “So what did happen?”
Reks explains. I’m sure he’s leaving stuff out, but it’s brutal enough.
I tell Reks, “I’m sorry, man. Who the fuck would’ve known that Jack Justice is a real-life heel?”
Taylor raises his hand, “I knew. You really should follow him. It’s pretty obvious.”
Reks says, “No thanks. Bad enough I had to call him ‘Sir’, so he doesn’t have Lou just dump my ass. The less Jack Justice in my life, the better.”
I hear that. Suddenly, Reks’ eyes light up.
The hunk says, “Oh, looks like there’s an opening. Sorry, boys, but duty calls. I’ve been waiting to talk to that guy forever.” He nods to a handsome, hunky, Middle Eastern stud. The guy looks around our age. 6'. Like 190. Dressed in jeans and a tight wrestling tee. Looks like it’s for Jeff Case, a sexy mid-card stud with AWL, the #2 fed in the country.
I nod, “I hear that. Fucking hot. Who is he?”
Reks explains, “Name’s Ben. Runs CLAW out of DC.”
Taylor lets out a low whistle, “CLAW? That’s the place, man. Their guys are the sexiest fuckers in the indies. I should’ve guessed that a gay guy runs it.” We laugh. He adds, “Oh, yeah, and they’re getting a ton of attention and rising up to the big feds, too. So, the boss is as hot as the wrestlers. Damn. Get yourself a new roommate, Christian. I’m moving to DC.”
Reks says, “This Ben guy is smart and connected. He’s doing the marketing for like ten different indie feds. Some I never heard of until he signed them up. Now, they’re all anyone can talk about. I hear he’s even working with some wrestlers personally. Ben is a guy to know if you want to break out of the small time, like ETPW. Maybe I can salvage my weekend if I can win him over.”
I point out, “Lou should be talking to him.”
The muscle hunk whispers, “I hear there’s some bad blood there. I appreciate the opportunity at ETPW, boys, but Lou’s a sleazebag. It’s why he’s stuck in a small fed. And why I know he’ll throw me over in a heartbeat. Only reason he hasn’t done it is the money guys like Jack want. Never trust him. Never sign anything from him. Not a contract. Not even a birthday card.”
Taylor jokes, “Not even our merch?”
Reks looks at us seriously, “You’re not signing merch with your real signature, are you?”
We shake our heads. I explain, “We use our ring names, Valentino and Romeo. When we started, Taylor designed stylized ‘logo’ type signatures. It has hearts for the ‘O’. Took me a week to get it down, but we can sign pretty quickly now.”
Looking relieved, Reks nods, “Good boys.”
I nod, “Appreciate the warning on Lou.” It hits me, “I guess he doesn’t think we’re worth that much, because he’s never tried to hustle us.”
“Don’t take it personally. ETPW could be his last shot in the business, so I think he’s being good. If this weekend goes well, I bet he’ll come after all of us. That’s why he’s so pissed about us getting hustled. But if the assholes who stole our belts and matches play nice with him, he’ll stop caring really fast. Lou’ll stab us in the back. That’s why I need to work this room. I'm not ready to give this up, yet.”
Lou's a snake. That’s disappointing. My plan doesn’t need Lou, but it’d be nice to know we can trust him if we need him. Reks leaves us and it’s time for us to get to work. Lou was our first stop. That’s done. Now, I need the next part in place, and this has to be super-secret. We slip around the outside wall. Quite a few tall and wide men in the room, covering our tracks, I hope.
Things go a lot faster than I expected. Just 15 minutes later and we are all set. I smile at how well everything went. Even Taylor believes we might actually get our belts back now.
Fingers crossed.
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SHOW TIME. WISH US LUCK.
We confidently strut up to our tables where Abdi and Yusuf are laughing with fans, selling their merch and posing for pics. All while wearing our belts. A group of fans quietly and subtly move in with us. Phones are out. This is why guys came. Hot studs. Wrestling. Heat. Testosterone. And drama. I promised these fans a front row seat to some genuine sexy wrestling soap opera.
As soon as they see us, the Prince and Scimitar break out into big smiles. No fear at all. Just arrogance. The crowd parts, eager to see this. I hear some bitchy comments. Taylor turns to respond but I smack his butt to keep him focused. I look around, seeing our recruited fans pushing to the front. We move in, arms folded, projecting strength and control. I hope I can pull it off.
Yusuf and Abdi laugh at me. When we don't respond, the bigger stud smirks, “Oh, you’re serious? You lost them, little boy. Fair and square.”
I shake my head, “There was no match, and you know it.”
Abdi snorts, “Yeah, we know. You didn’t even put up a fight.” He looks around, “Total squash.” Some fans laugh. “Have you come over to relive the experience?” Cheers.
Stay focused. I tell them, “We’ve come over to clear the record. Two hotel staff came into our room. They attacked us. Knocked us out. They stole our belts.” I point at their waists, “Those belts.”
They bristle at my accusation, knowing I’m potentially messing with their business by saying they stole them in their capacity as hotel staff. Yusuf warns, “Watch the language, boy. You challenged us.”
Now, it’s my turn to laugh, “There’s not a man here who honestly believes that we’d see the two of you and invite you into our room for an unsanctioned, private title match.”
Abdi snarls, “We have the belts. All the proof we need.”
“It’s all the proof WE need. You’re the ones wearing the evidence. Like I said, no one here could believe your story. No one outside of here could believe it either.”
Abdi growls, “You want them back so bad? Try and take them like men.”
Perfect. I sweetly confirm, “Is that an official challenge? Right now? Belts on the line?”
Abdi snarls, “Fuck yeah.”
I growl back, “Tables match. First team to go through loses the belts. No DQ.”
Yusuf laughs, “Did we give you a concussion in our first match? You couldn't lift us onto the tables, never mind putting us through them.”
“Chickening out? Everyone hear that? They're scared.” The bigger studs tense. I point at them, “We issued a real, verifiable challenge this time. Do. You. Accept?”
In unison, they say, “Oh fuck yeah. We accept.”
Right on cue, a sexy ref steps forward to take the belts. They know him. Abdi nods, "Brooks." The ref holds out his hands. They strip the belts, smiling like cats about to swallow canaries. "Stand aside, Brooks, and hold onto these. We'll call you over when we're done with these losers."
The ref nods, "Will do, guys."
Unfortunately for them, The Rustlers are standing right behind them. The TRA tag champs run at Abdi and Yusuf, clubbing them with big double axehandles across the back. The sexy belt thieves go down hard, unprepared for the attack from the two big brutes. The Rustlers unleash a series of vicious boots to Yusuf and Abdi’s broad backs. STOMP! STOMP! STOMP! It's as brutal as it was fast.
The Rustlers are beasts. Bart is 36 in black trunks. A 6’1”/240-lbs thick muscleman with tattoos up his arm and a big bushy beard. His pecs are bulging and his legs are tree trunks. His partner is Bronco, 31, 6’1”/220-lbs. He’s smooth, chiseled muscleman in black tights and pro wrestling boots styled like cowboy boots. He’s handsome with short dark hair and trimmed beard.
While the Rustlers are studs, Abdi and Yusuf are no jobbers. The Rustlers need to strike fast and stay on them. They’re succeeding on both counts with a body-wrecking beatdown, keeping their rivals on the floor. STOMP! STOMP! STOMP! I wince a little, knowing this could be us tomorrow but it’s worth it to get our pride back. STOMP! STOMP! STOMP! At least I hope it will be.
While they’re unleashing hell on the two hotel-owning musclehunks, let me explain.
See, I didn’t tell you about the fifteen minutes between Reks and now.
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15 MINUTES AGO.
With Lou handled, we worked the room. I had three more jobs to be done before the big confrontation. Starting with The Rustlers, who do not like Abdi and Yusuf. A bonus for us. They are not happy about this sudden return to wrestling, knowing Prince Khosrow and his bodyguard Scimitar are coming for them. We’re just collateral damage. The teams had a bitter rivalry in the ring and behind the scenes.
It didn’t take much effort to convince The Rustlers to join our mission to get our belts and match back. The big men would much rather face us tomorrow. The fact that my plan involved publicly humiliating Abdi and Yusuf just made the deal even sweeter. We had to make only one concession to the TRA tag team, which we were happy to do. We worked out signals. They “took a break”, closing their table and disappearing behind the curtains.
Next up was securing a ref. With The Rustlers standing by, we found Brooks, an adorable ginger who's playing ref for several matches tomorrow. The TRA champs said he was the best man for this. Abdi and Yusuf know him, but Bart and Bronco have fucked his cute ass. He's #TeamRustlers all the way.
We told Brooks that Bart and Bronco sent us over. I flirted. He was all-in. I explained that all he needed to do was jump in as soon as the challenge was accepted. He just has to hold the belts and declare the winner. We didn’t tell him anything else about our plan, but he knew we had something devious in mind. Luckily, he loves drama. We'll be hooking up at some point this weekend, so he's #TeamHeavenlyBros, too.
Two down without too much effort or time.
Last, we worked the crowd. Schmoozing, taking the teasing, and finding fans that would be on our side. We appealed to their desire for action, drama and to see two lightweights take down the bigger hotel hunks. Once we started moving, they moved en masse, taking the closest positions. They knew to have phones aimed at the confrontation we’d promised. Most importantly, when The Rustlers appeared, they knew not to let out a warning.
Rustlers. Ref. Fans. All set and ready.
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BACK TO NOW.
So far, all is going according to plan. If Abdi and Yusuf mount a comeback, we’ll step in, doing whatever we need to do to take them down. Despite our size, we are legit pro wrestlers who are just full of the kinds of tricks and strategies you need to take down more powerful opponents. We could swing the odds. But for now, The Rustlers have it all under control.
Right on cue, one of our fans brings us popcorn.
Cameras go from the action to us, chomping down. If his doesn’t go viral, nothing we do ever will. The Rustlers have the studs down. The big men drag up the title thieves. Big Bart has Yusuf, and the muscular Bronco has Abdi. They whip the Prince and Scimitar into each other, front first. SMASH! The cheaters bounce backward off each other, looking wobbly.
The Rustlers slap on matching full nelsons. They viciously shake their victims from side to side. Even the mighty Yusuf looks weak in Bart’s powerful grasp. The tall stud’s legs are like wet noodles as he’s manhandled by the bushy bearded brute. Abdi has some fight in him. He tries to kick back between Bronco’s legs, but the younger powerhouse Rustler blocks it.
As punishment, Bronco turns and slams Abdi onto the merch table face first. CRACK! That ends Abdi’s resistance. The Prince goes limp on the table as his attacker lets go of the nelson. Bronco shows a playful side, grabbing inside the leg openings and forcing Abdi’s trunks into his deep crack. The Prince’s smooth, mountainous cheeks jiggle as they’re exposed for the fans.
Cheers erupt.
It’s a great ass. Meanwhile, Bart lets go of his nelson. He grabs Yusuf around the waist and lifts. The 6’5” stud goes up, only to be brought down onto the burly Bart’s leg in an atomic drop. THWAK! Pain shoots up Yusuf’s spine as his mouth drops and eyes go wide. The giant is frozen as he tries to process the pain. Bart gives him no time, easily racking Scimitar like he’s a lightweight.
Wow, these Rustlers are incredible. They are next level tough. More than anything we’ve ever faced in ETPW. My stomach churns a little. What did we sign up for tomorrow and am I sure that we want it? Yes, we want it. Even a squash is worth it to have this opportunity. Besides, there’s no turning back now. I toss a popcorn kernel in the air and catch it to applause.
Back to the action. As Bart, the bushy bearded brute, walks around the table, casually carrying Yusuf’s limp carcass across his shoulders, Bronco pulls Abdi off the table. He lifts the stocky fireplug up and brings him down with an over-the-knee backbreaker. KRAKT! The feisty fireplug screams on impact before hanging limp on the more chiseled Rustler’s leg.
Seeing Abdi’s beefy body stretched out and Yusuf hanging on Bart’s shoulders had me worked up. Not just me. The whole crowd. Guys were hooting and hollering. Somehow, everything hit differently in this setting. Outside the traditional ring battle. No ropes acting as a barrier. The sext Middle Eastern studs were moaning and whimpering in pain like helpless jobbers.
I get a wicked idea. I signal Tay and we move in. I offer Bart, “Popcorn?” He gives me a wink and opens his mouth. I toss a kernel in, and he chomps down on it while Yusuf suffers. Tay feeds Bronco a few kernels while he bounces Abdi on his leg. We hear laughter and cheers. We back off, letting our proxies continue their good works.
From the tent in Bart’s trunks, I can see that he is loving the opportunity to dominate his rival. He’s packing a thick cut of meat. I wonder if the video will get censored When it gets posted. And it will. So many phones. So many angles. All capturing their public humiliation. I smile with satisfaction. The Prince and Scimitar shouldn’t have started something they couldn’t finish.
Bronco pushes Abdi off his leg. PLOP! The thick stud rolls onto his back, moaning. He looks up and realizes too late that Bart is standing there. The bigger Rustler shrugs Yusuf off his shoulders. The 6’5” stud falls on top of his partner, splashing down on top of him. SPLAT! The Prince and his bodyguard lie on the floor, softly groaning in pain as the Rustlers circle.
The muscular Bronco drags Yusuf up. The taller stud tries for a gut punch, but it bounces off the tight six-pack. THUD! Bronco scoops Scimitar up across his chest. He steps forward, delivering a big over-the-knee backbreaker to the tall man. KRAKT! Yusuf hangs helplessly, just like his partner did moments ago. His big bulge rises as his body stretches out.
Bart has Abdi up. Of course, he racks him. Now both studs have suffered in a vicious torture rack and a backbreaker. The thickly muscled hunk cries out as he’s casually walked around his helpless partner. The Rustlers keep punishing their opponents’ backs, bending them harder to get even louder and higher-pitched selling. For the fancams, Bart poses behind Bronco.
The ruthless TRA tag champs are just fucking breaking their rivals, refusing to give the Prince and Scimitar any chance at recovering. Bronco pushes Yusuf off his leg. PLOP! Bart uses his incredible power to throw Abdi’s 200-lbs of beef over his head, past his partner. The sexy fireplug flies, spinning in midair before crashing down on top of his partner. SPLAT!
Wow. If Bart can do that to a 200-lbs beast, I try not to think about what he can do to Taylor or me. There’s no time to think about it. Bart takes five steps back. Bronco bends forward, lying on his outstretched leg. Bart runs and leaps, planting one foot on his tag partner’s broad back and pushing up and off. The big man spreads out in air before coming down on Abdi who is lying on top of Yusuf. BOOM! The massive muscleman just crushes them.
The Rustlers lift their victims’ legs into the air. They simultaneously step over and flip Prince and Scimitar into Boston crabs. Abdi’s chest bears down onto Yusuf’s back as he’s folded. Both Middle Eastern studs are moaning. The taller stud is pounding the floor. He tries to push up but with Abdi crabbed on his back and two Rustlers squatting, there’s no hope of that.
Prince and Scimitar moan and beg. Abdi is first to cry out his submission. “I GIVE! I GIVE!”
Brooks the ref steps forward. I throw a piece of popcorn at him. He looks and I shake my head while pointing at the table. He grins and nods, telling Abdi, “Sorry, man, but it’s a tables match.” He says loudly, “Submission denied!”
Bart growls, “If both of you beg, we’ll let go.”
Yusuf hears his partner immediately whimpering and has no choice. He slaps the floor and joins in, “PLEASE! LET GO! PLEASE!”
The Rustlers release the crabs, but they don’t let up. They viciously unleash their huge boots onto the helpless muscle hunks. STOMP! STOMP! STOMP! Bart and Bronco drag their victims up to their knees. They force them to face each other before slamming their heads together. CRACK! Abdi and Yusuf go limp, almost collapsing until the Rustlers keep them upright.
Abdi and Yusuf are lifted up by double chicken wings. They can barely keep their feet as the Rustlers force them forward into the throng of eager fans. Hands grope the helpless musclemen, feeling up their torsos as the Middle Eastern studs moan. Yusuf whimpers when one brave soul tweaks his nipple. That opens the floodgates to some inappropriate touching.
Bart has mercy on the big man, pulling him back. I notice Scimitar’s massive sword is tenting his tiny black trunks. I guess he didn’t mind the attention too much. Bronco has Abdi in a standing dragon sleeper, aiming the suffering fireplug’s bulge at the cameras. Damn, I did like getting fucked by the devious muscle stud’s thick tool. Too bad Abdi is a conniving asshole.
Bronco mocks his victim, “You boys are out of practice.”
Bart has move Yusuf into a matching dragon sleeper. Taylor is furiously shoving popcorn into his mouth to focus. He looks into his cup and curses, tossing it away. I can see how horny he is, watching this. I lean in, “Hold it together.” Tay nods but his right hand idly rubs his chest. He can’t hold back, marching up and slapping on two big ball claws. Prince and Scimitar cry out.
My tag partner proudly says, “You got big balls, I’ll give you that.” The fans cheer. “But you never should’ve messed with the Heavenly Bros.” He backs up, “Get them ready. It’s time.”
Taylor and I dramatically sweep the Prince and Scimitar’s merch off our tables. It flies onto the floor. I angrily point at the two tables, “Put ‘em through! PUT! THEM! THROUGH!” The Rustlers nod. They roughly drag the wrecked wrestlers up to hands and knees. Abdi and Yusuf are rag dolls for the powerhouses as their heads get shoved between thick Rustler thighs.
Bart and Bronco grab the hotel hunks around the waist. Using their power, The Rustlers lift and flip the Middle Eastern musclemen up and over. The Prince and Scimitar are sitting on their dominators’ shoulders, their crotches in The Rustlers’ faces. Not for long. The TRA tag champs pull and fall forward, bringing the helpless musclehunks down on the tables with power bombs.
KABOOM! SMASH!
The tables collapse from the weight and power. The Prince and Scimitar hit fiber board then floor. When the dust settles, the TRA champs stand, and the belt thieves lie unmoving amongst the wreckage. We move in. I plant my boot on Abdi’s meaty pecs. Tay does the same to Yusuf. We flex as the winners. I point at Brooks, “I want a count. Get to work, ref!”
Brooks dives down and does a performative count of the pin.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
I demand, “TEN! I want a fucking ten-count! Let the world see who the real champions are!”
The ginger ref nods and keeps going.
FOUR!
FIVE!
SIX!
SEVEN!
EIGHT!
NINE!
TEN!
Brooks rises and returns our titles to us with a huge grin. We smile back and hold our gold high. The crowd erupts. The Rustlers are acting like our hype men. I see Reks. He’s cheering loudly, pumping his fist. Beside him, that Ben guy is nodding, looking impressed. Very cool. Maybe Tay and I can get to CLAW one day. Even for one match would be a dream. And we see Lou. He also looks impressed as he gives us a thumbs up. Logan has resting bitch face. He’s the only guy not cheering for us. Well, him and Abdi and Yusuf.
Taylor and I exchange a glance. One last thing to do before we head back to our room. We bask in the adoration of a room full of a couple of hundred gay wrestling fans. We approach The Rustlers who are wearing their belts and standing with hands extended. I love that these tough guys are excited for us. We smile, shake hands as we thank them for their help.
I smile as I loudly say, “Now!”
Bart and Bronco don’t react as Taylor and I kick up in unison.
SQUISH! SQUISH!
The Rustlers’ eyes go wide in shock as our boots connect with their balls. They close up their thighs and bend forward. The crowd gasps, just as shocked by our dirty sneak attack against our allies and the men who secured our titles for us. Yeah, it’s dirty but we need to prove ourselves. No one is laughing at us now. Yeah, we will pay for it later, but we need to do this.
We each grab a handful of hair. I pull Bart into a front facelock. Tay does the same to Bronco. We deserve to be here. Jefe is going to know that he made the right call letting us in. Every guy recording us is going to post this footage. Our genius and domination. We slap The Rustlers’ broad backs and pull them down with simultaneous DDT’s! The powerhouses can’t stop us.
I drive Bart’s head into Abdi’s gut. WHACK! BOOF! My buddy drives Bronco’s head into Yusuf’s abs. CRACK! THUD! The hotel musclehunks wake up on impact before collapsing again. We roll out and up. The Rustlers moan and writhe, stunned by the sudden and ruthless assault. The crowd goes nuts. We bend down and unsnap their belts. We yank them out from under their massive carcasses.
We stand on Bart and Bronco’s backs and hold four belts up high to raucous applause. We tell everyone this is just a taste of what we’re gonna do to The Rustlers tomorrow. We step off. I notice the massive musclemen are stirring. Time to go. I swap belts with Taylor, giving him mine and taking Bronco’s. I hand the TRA title belts to Brooks, along with something else.
“Give all this to Bart.” I smile, “You’re gorgeous. Tomorrow night, we hang out?”
Brooks just nods, in shock. I wink and head out, taking my belt from Taylor. We move through the crowd, ETPW belts raised, letting the assembled fans pat and rub our bodies as they tell us how great we are. The fans came for a show, and they got one. Now our earlier humiliation feels like storyline not stupidity. We look like credible heels who can hang with anyone. Perfect.
We move with some speed though, knowing The Rustlers will be up soon. And they'll be pissed.
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IN OUR ONE-BEDROOM SUITE.
Taylor and I are showered and cleaned, lounging on the sofa. We’re naked except for our belts, idly rubbing our dicks. I have my other arm draped over his shoulder as he leans back against me. His free hand is resting on the gold metal plate, as if protecting it. We’re feeling great.
“Thanks for tonight, Christian.” He snuggles in tighter, “I should’ve trusted you from the start. That was amazing. Gimme my phone. I wanna check social to see who’s laughing now.”
I remind him, “That can wait. Night’s not over.”
“I know, I know. My ass is twitching with anticipation. I’ve got more to thank you for.”
“I hope you still feel that way in half an hour.”
Taylor giggles, “Do you really think I won’t love a rough fuck? And I’m hoping for a lot longer than half an hour.” I kiss the top of his head. He asks, “So, which one do you want?”
“Well, I don’t think we’ll get to decide that.”
We hear clomping footsteps outside our door. We slide off the sofa and onto our knees like good boys. Our dicks swell up more in anticipation. We can see the shadows of feet at our doorway. Okay, it’s happening. Taylor’s cock is leaking. A keycard taps the door. BEEP! The lock opens. WHIR! We inhale and puff our chests up, really hoping it’s -
It is.
The Rustlers stomp inside. They growl when they see us in position. Bart tosses the key onto the counter as Bronco bolts the door and flips that little metal plate. You know the kind that replaced a chain? Sorry, not important. Bart and Bronco move in slowly, full of macho swagger. They look tough but neither one can hide their excitement. Their fresh black trunks are impressively packed. They look perfect in black boots and vests with their title belts on.
We bow our heads and wait for instructions.
So, I guess I’ve done it again. I left a detail out of my story.
The one concession.
When we approached The Rustlers, they weren’t 100% sold on the deal. I think they were, but being the alpha males they are, they decided to negotiate anyway. We needed them a lot more than they needed us. They played it cool. There was only one thing we have that they wanted. Our asses. Tonight. Before our big match when they are sure that they will take our belts.
Taylor was all-in immediately. I played hard to get, but all four of us knew I’d cave. We agreed to be waiting on our knees with nothing but our belts on. When we gave Brooks their titles, I handed him my room key, too. He knew what to do. And so, here we are. On our knees again. Only this time, we know the score. We’re The Rustlers bitches for the rest of the night.
Taylor licks his lips while we wait. I’m sure he noticed the outline of their dicks. I sure did. The way the light reflected off their trunks left nothing to the imagination. Bart’s dick looked average length, but meaty and cut with hefty balls. Bronco’s is the monster. Stretching out to the side across his pelvis, it’s thick with a really fat uncut head.
Bronco commands, “Look up, bitches.” We lift our chins. Damn, they look amazing. The men stand with hands on hips looking down on us. “Slim and Shorty. On your knees. Right where you belong.”
Bart snarls, “You idiots are masochists, ain’t ya?”
I smirk, “Idiots? I think we were pretty smart tonight. Bordering on genius.”
“Getting tricked outta your belts was pretty stupid, but it can happen. You’re idiots for what you did you down there. Surprise kicks to the nuts and DDTs to the men who own your fucking asses? You sure as hell ain’t geniuses.” Bart rubs his crotch. “At least you ain’t welchers.” He grins, “This coulda been easy. Now, we’re gonna tear you two up for what you did.”
Taylor coos, “Promises, promises, daddy.”
Bronco whips his hand out and slaps Taylor across the cheek. SMACK! “Mouthy bitch. I should kick you in the fucking balls. You ain’t gonna need ‘em. You’re just two holes tonight, boy.” My tag partner purrs, loving the rough attitude. The burly brute says, “Shit. This bitch likes getting smacked around.”
Bart says, “Not surprised. Slim here didn’t question the masochist part. Just the idiot part.”
Bronco roughly grabs Tay’s chin. “Yeah, that’s right. What about it, Shorty? Maybe we tag team your ass while your buddy watches.”
Wouldn’t be the first time Taylor was DP’ed. He says as much when he confidently replies, “If that’s what you’re into, I’ll just have to take it. A deal’s a deal. You’re our big, bad bosses.”
I am not the power bottom my buddy is. I try to cool it, “C’mon, guys. We’re pals. I know I hit leg more than balls. We only DDT’ed you on their stomachs. It made for good footage and hype for our title match tomorrow. We’re major underdogs against two beasts like you. No one gives us any chance of winning. It added some intrigue. Maybe we could win, you know?”
Bart lets out a deep hearty laugh, “You can’t. Not tomorrow and sure as hell not tonight.” He rolls his shoulders back, “Enough talk. Time to serve, boys.”
The Rustlers step forward. They roughly grab our heads and smash our faces into their big bulges. I breathe in deeply, taking in Bart’s musk. He laughs, “Yeah, breathe it in, Slim. That’s a real man.” I nod against his powerful paw. He laughs again. “Fuck yeah. I need to thank Abdi and Yusuf for being such stupid bitches. It led me to you, you hungry slut.”
Bronco says, “You think that slut’s hungry? Shorty here’s trying to suck my balls through spandex.” I sneak a glance to the right to see my tag partner’s mouth open wide, his lips sliding along the smooth black spandex. “Man, I bet you can deep throat a firehose.”
“Pull down our trunks with your teeth, boys.”
I lock my hands behind my back as I slide my face over the front of his trunks. I move up to his pelvis and can’t resist kissing the furry patch below his navel. I get to work, biting the waistband just right of center. My right. His left. Not that that matters. I pull out and down slowly, stretching the spandex out as far as I can. Bart helps by pulling down in back.
My face is perfectly positioned so his monster smacks my cheek as soon as it’s free. WHAP! I keep lowering myself, bringing the tiny trunks to his knees. I adjust before finishing the job by working them over his boots. Bart orders, “Stay down there.” He steps out of the trunks and moves his boot under my face. “Kiss it, Slim.” I nod and smooch his shiny black leather.
“Good boy. Now you can suck. And you can use your hands.”
I rise, kissing this thick tree trunks the whole way. Bart’s breathes in, loving it. As I move to his cock, I look up to meet his eyes. He’s smiling and nodding. I bounce my eyebrows at him and get to work. As I grab hold of the base, I lean to my left to lick along the shaft. I can see Taylor working hard. He’s already gagging on Bronco’s massive meat. It is huge. As thick as Bart’s but at least three inches longer.
My lips engulf Bart’s uncut cock, and I focus entirely on it. I need to. I have him hard and leaking when he grabs my head. I look up and he grins, “Time to pay for kicking me in the balls, Slim. Just in case you get any more dumb ideas during our match tomorrow.” My eyebrows go up and the beast starts pounding his meat in deep. I fight to keep up.
It’s a brutal face fuck. Not a bad one, but rough. I’m gripping his granite legs for support as he slams in and out. My nose smashes against his furry pelvis as he pulls me into every thrust. I drink down his pre-cum as I time my breathing. He’s loving it, telling me as much as he ravages my mouth and throat. It’s a long face fuck. My face is red, and my eyes are watering, but I take it.
Bart pulls out, “Good boy. Could be worse. You could’ve gotten Bronco.” He turns my head, and I see Taylor getting the same treatment, only he’s really choking and gagging. My tag partner’s a skilled cocksucker, way better than me, so if he’s struggling, I’d be dead by now. My cock twitches as I watch the treatment. When Bronco pauses, Tay catches his breath with a smile. I almost laugh. He’s insatiable.
The Rustlers pull us up. They grab our rock-hard cocks and arrogantly smirk. With their other hands, they reach behind us and remove our title belts. Our gold falls to the floor. THUNK! CLUNK! We’re immediately lifted onto their shoulders, hanging over them. They carry us like cavemen into the bedroom and dump us on the bed. We roll over and look up at them.
God, they’re incredible. The two muscle beasts are rubbing their big meat as they stare down at us. We laid out lube and towels to be ready. They grab our legs and flip us over onto our fronts. I whisper to Taylor, “Happy?” He nods. Thick fingers penetrate our asses, and we moan. They finger fuck us, starting with one and quickly adding a second and third lubed digit.
Bart reaches forward and grabs my hair. He pulls my head up. I groan. Impaled on his fingers and with his other hand holding my hair, I realize how strong he really is. I whimper and push my ass up into his hand. He laughs, “You’re ready, aren’t you, Slim?” I let out an unintelligible grunt, but he understands I mean yes. “How about your boy, Bronco?”
“Oh yeah, Shorty’s always ready.”
They pull off us, grab our legs and flip us back over like we weigh nothing. We look up at them with admiration. Taylor moans, “So strong.” They smirk, enjoying their domination over us. The two muscle beasts climb on top of us. They lean down and own our mouths. I’m shocked to find out that Bart knows how to kiss. His bushy beard scratches me as he pins my arms.
When Bart attacks my neck, my eyes roll back in my head. I look at Taylor and Bronco. Fuck, he knows how to kiss, too. The chiseled musclestud is letting Tay rub and caress his muscles as he owns my tag partner. So fucking sexy. Bronco grinds on my buddy. Tay lifts his knees and spreads his legs. I get pulled back into a deep kiss, focusing on the beast atop me.
Bart slides back. He stands up on the bed, straddling my waist. “Take my boots off.” I reach up and unlace the tall black leather boots. When that’s done, Bart plants his right boot on my chest. I work the boot off, tossing it to the floor. I remove the white sock before repeating the process with his left boot. His bare foot presses on my face, forcing me to look at Taylor.
I watch as Bronco slithers up. He sits over Taylor’s head, legs open. He rolls my buddy over and makes him remove his boots. Taylor undoes the knots with his teeth. Always the overachiever. Bronco is milking his 10” dick as he watches the furry boy serve him. When the chiseled muscleman’s feet are free, Taylor worships them like a good slut. He’s in heaven.
They slide off the bed and manhandle us again. We’re quickly lying on our fronts facing each other. Our feet are planted on the floor as they stand behind us. Bart powers inside me. I lift my head and moan. I watch as Bronco lines up his monster cock and slides inside Taylor. It’s a lot, even for a whore like my best friend. He has a huge smile, though, loving the stretch.
The Rustlers start driving inside us. Bronco is faster and deeper. Bart is working me slowly. I feel him turn sideways. His foot comes up onto the back of my head. Oh fuck. He pushes my head into the white duvet as he starts hammering my hole harder. I groan, my hands gripping the puffy comforter as I cry out. I find myself begging for more, “Oh god! YES! PLEASE!”
“Looks like Slim’s a slut, too.”
Not to be outdone, Shorty – I mean, Taylor – starts whimpering, too. He begs Bronco to go harder, deeper and just give him more. The chiseled musclehunk growls, “I hit the fucking jackpot with this bitch. You want more? I got more, Shorty.” I look up, watching Bronco slamming into my buddy. If Bart wasn’t on the other side, the bed would be moving.
Bart changes positions, getting behind me. I moan as he goes at me directly, his thick meat splitting me in two. First Abdi and now Bart. The two thickest cocks I’ve ever taken in the same day. Wild. He orders, “Flex for me, Slim. I love seeing skinny boys like you flex.” I obey, hearing him growl as my sculpted arms tighten up. He grabs my chin and pulls me up to standing.
I keep flexing as he holds me up by my chin. The rough fuck from behind continues as a thick bicep moves over my shoulder and in front of my face, “You think those garter snakes can handle my pythons?” He moves my face into it. I know what to do. I kiss the massive bicep. SMOOCH! “Yeah, Slim, we’re gonna have so much fun in the ring tomorrow.” I whimper.
Bronco has Tay up standing, too. I’m shocked his dick isn’t going right through my buddy. The look on Taylor’s face says it all. He loves it. Bronco is loving it, too. The chiseled musclehunk taunts, “We’re gonna make you boys into stars while we kick your asses.” They grab our wrists and pull our arms backward into surfboard moves. We’re shaking as they wreck our holes.
The sustained fuck has my load building. I might cum untouched as Bart keeps hitting my spot just fucking perfectly. Bart says, “C’mon, boys, we wanna watch you two make out.” They use their control of our arms to lower us until our mouths meet across the bed. I open my lips and Taylor meets me. We make out, grunting into each other every time they hit us just right.
My shoulders ache but I’m still leaking onto the duvet like a faucet. They’re close, too. Bronco is growling, “Gonna breed these boys!” Bart agrees, calling cute little studs. That just makes me hotter for them. For two guys who were gonna destroy us, they’re giving us just what we love. Maybe that says more about us than them. Either way, I’m ready as fuck.
Bart moans. He lets out a loud, “AW FUCK! YEAH, TAKE IT, SLIM!” His cock unleashes inside me, erupting and filling my hole. My cock can’t handle it, and I explode, too. My first shot hits Taylor’s stomach. He feels it and pulls his mouth from mine. Bronco drives in and holds. I can see his face. He’s ready. The chiseled stud is breeding my buddy, shooting his load in deep.
The muscle beast slips outside of me. He lowers me to the bed and steps back. I lie in my pool of cum. I love my arms up, working them out. Suddenly, I feel ropes of cum splashing onto my back. I look up and Bronco is milking Taylor’s load, shooting it all over me. I can only lie here and take it while the sexy musclehunk drains my tag partner dry.
When Bronco is done, he aims Tay at me and drops me. My buddy crashes on top of me, mashing his seed between my back and his front. I get my breath back. A hand swats my ass. SMACK! I jolt. Taylor is rolled off me. Bronco grabs my head and pulls my mouth to his softening dick. He orders me to clean it. Even soft, it’s a monster, but I obey, getting to work.
Bart is doing the same to Taylor, getting a taste of my buddy’s expert mouth. They back off us. We spin and I sit against the headboard while Tay leans back into me. I hold my tag partner as we watch the two sexy muscle beasts use our trunks to wipe themselves down. Nobody talks but it’s pretty obvious how they’re feeling. I slide out and grab Bart’s boots. I bring them to him.
“Good boy. You provide good service.” I laugh. He says, “See you tomorrow, Slim.”
I correct him, “Later today.”
Bart slugs me in the stomach. THUD! OOF! He only uses a fraction of his power, but I still feel it. I gasp and cough. He smirks, “Don’t get fresh, kid.”
Bronco says, “Can’t wait to wreck these prettyboys in the ring.”
Taylor chimes in, “Aw, you think I’m pretty.”
“Grrr. Bring that big mouth to the ring, Shorty. I’m gonna make you scream with it. And polish our new belts as good as you polished our cocks. We wanna look good as we add our 14th different indie tag title to our creds.” Bronco looks at Bart, “C’mon, I’m hungry. Let’s see which whores are still in the lobby.”
“WAIT!” Taylor suddenly hops off the bed like a chihuahua who heard fireworks. He moves to the door and blocks it. The three of us just stare at him. “No, no, no. You need to leave empty, or you’ll ruin my reputation.” He jumps back on the bed, on his knees, shoulders down and ass up. He reaches back and parts his cheeks, showing off his hole. “Ready for the Rustlers.”
I step back and put my hands up. Bart and Bronco look at each other. They nod. Bronco climbs on the bed and lies down with his feet on the floor. Taylor straddles him. As the monster cock, Bronco is first. Tay lubes and jerks the throbbing python. It doesn’t take much before Bronco is hard and moaning. I love seeing my buddy in complete control of the muscleman.
Bart steps forward to the bed. He’ll be standing so he’s measuring the situation. The burly brute snaps his fingers at me. I move in, knowing exactly what he needs. I grip his thick meat. I get it lubed and fluffed. He’s ready fast, so I slow down, just maintaining his hard on. I start kissing his meaty pecs, sucking on his nipples while I work. He bounces them for me. Mmm.
With Bronco prepper, Tay adds extra lube to his already loosened hole. My slutty best friend knows how to make it sexy as fuck. He gyrates and moves his body as he works, keeping us entertained and the big men hard. When he’s done, he confirms it’s time. Bronco nods, too excited to reply. Bart growls, “Let’s go.” He rubs my hair affectionately, “Good boy, Slim.”
Taylor leads, guiding Bronco’s rock-hard cock to his hole. He lowers himself onto it. Wow. I’m impressed. I know he just spent like 30 minutes being pounded by it but seeing it from this angle is different. Woof. Bronco starts pumping and he gets my buddy nice and open. Now comes the real challenge. I have Bart’s thick piece hard and slick. It’s ready.
The older Rustler steps right up to the bed. He grabs Taylor’s shoulders with one hand and uses the other to position himself. He pumps his hips in time with Bronco, rubbing their cocks together outside Tay in time. It happens fast. Bart is just thrusting then suddenly his head goes forward and splits Taylor. My tag partner lifts his head and cries out, “Fuck yeah! Oh fuck!”
Emboldened, the Rustlers work deeper and deeper. Bart uses his grip on Taylor’s shoulder to control him while guiding the action. Bronco does his part, lifting his lips as he stares up at my buddy’s expressive face. The chiseled musclehunk raps, “Yeah, take it, boy. Take us. You like that?” Tay nods and grunts an affirmative, confirming his pleasure as he fights to take them.
Bart snarks, “Bet you never had this much man in you before.’
My buddy shakes his head, “No! So much meat! Oh fuck, you’re beasts! Fucking monsters tearing me in two! Feels so good!”
They keep slowly pounding him, the three men working in unison for maximum pleasure. I’m almost jealous, but I know I could never handle this. This is Taylor’s moment and he’s loving it. His drool slides out of his mouth down onto Bronco. The Rustlers are going faster and deeper. I’m jerking my cock watching the scene. Damn. It’s full-on pounding now.
Bronco grabs Taylor’s cock. He squeezes and jerks it. My buddy whimpers and cries out as he’s pummeled. The two monster cocks are slick from lube and pre-cum. I can tell Bart’s losing it. He growls that he’s cumming. I move in behind him and reach under his powerful arms. I grab his meaty pecs and play with them. When I touch his nipples, he cries out.
Bart slips out. I grab his cock and milk his load. He sprays all over his tag partner’s cock and my tag partner’s smooth white ass. I pump him soft, and he backs up into me. I push him back to the dresser. He leans against it for support as I kneel before him. Bart watches his buddy, still pumping inside mine. I play with his soft cock, and he idly rubs my head.
Behind me, I can hear Taylor and Bronco moaning. The bed is bouncing, springs squeaking and straining as the action gets even faster. I turn to sneak a look. Taylor is bouncing on the monster dick. Bronco can’t hold on. He explodes inside Taylor, breeding him for a second time tonight. Tay leans forward and kisses Bronco. To my surprise, the big man grabs behind Tay’s head and pulls him in even deeper.
Bart says, “Aw, what the hell? C’mere, Slim.” Suddenly, I’m pulled up and swept into a huge kiss. The bushy beard tickles my chin as my mouth is ravaged. I go weak in his arms, feeling too much like a damsel in distress being manhandled by her hero. I clear my mind and let him have his way with me, just enjoying his strong arms around me.
When he’s done with me, Bart carries me to the bed. He drops me on one side. Bronco is out from under Taylor. We look up them. They have softer expressions. Smiles. Wow. The beasts are nice guys?
They get dressed as we watch in silence. Bart says, “Been real fun, boys. Congrats, Shorty. You emptied us.” Taylor does a fist pump. “See you in the ring tomorrow.”
I tease, “You mean later today.”
I get a wink in response, and they head out.
KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK!
I’m in a towel, just out of the shower. I look through the peephole and fling open the door with a big smile on my face. I’m surprised to see The Rustlers but not disappointed. They’re still sweaty from our match, wearing their belts and carrying ours. Yeah, they won our big fight, but we did awesome. More than holding our own, we wrestled the best match of our lives.
Best part is that we wrestled our best when it counted. It’s our biggest moment and we stayed focused, intense and proved we can hang with WWL-level talent. As we cleared the ring, a lot of fans congratulated us. Same with other wrestlers and two promoters, including that Ben guy Reks pointed out. Taylor and I felt like big-time pros. We practically floated to our room.
The Rustlers look even sexier than last night. All pumped with their trunks clinging to their big bodies as they strut into our room. I tell Tay they’re here. He grabs a towel and comes out of the bathroom, drying off in front of them. I mean, no point in modesty now. They check us out with big grins. Uh oh. I feel like I’m about to completely disappoint the big muscle studs.
I start with the positive, “Thanks for the match, guys. I feel like we learned a ton.”
Bart shakes his head and wags a finger, “Nope. We’re here to thank you boys and apologize. Never seen you in action before. Well, wrestling action. Not gonna lie, kind of insulted you were chosen as our opponents. But fuck us, you boys proved that good things come in Slim and Short packages. We get why Jefe brought you in. You’re real studs. Even better in the ring than in the bed.”
Bronco nods, “Sorry for not taking you seriously before the match. You’re real pros. Mad respect, boys.”
Our bare chests puff up and out. Taylor looks stunned by the mea culpa and the praise. I manage to get out, “Wow, that means a lot.”
Bronco growls, “We’re serious, Slim. And not just us. Everyone’s impressed by the Heavenly Bros. It’s why we came up right away.”
I frown, “Guys, we gotta get back down … we have a thing …”
Bart stops me, “It’s cool. We wanna fuck you again but it’s cool if it’s not now. How about in a couple of weeks when you come to TRA.”
My eyes go wide, “You’re inviting us to come watch a TRA show? That’s cool.”
Bronco laughs, “Naw, Slim, we’re inviting you to be in a TRA show. Our boss is here. Wanted to make sure his talent showed up and out. He loved you guys. Thought we had a lot of chemistry. You know, the magic’s in the tension. Big vs. small. Older vs. younger. Intense vs. playful. We wanna start an official rivalry with you two studs and he’s onboard.”
I’m floored. Taylor drops his towel, runs up and hugs them both. I follow in, dropping my towel and ruining my shower. I don’t care. This is huge. As they rub our naked bodies pressed against them, they confirm it’s all true and not contingent on us fucking again. They really just wanna wrestle us again. I can’t believe it. Of course, Tay tells them we are all fucking again, so that makes them happy. These beasts called us studs again.
I check the time. We really don’t have time to fuck. Damn it.
KNOCK! KNOCK!
Tay heads to the door. He looks through the peephole. He whispers, “It’s Abdi and Yusuf!” I shrug. He says through the door, “What do you guys want? We’re kinda naked.”
Yusuf’s voice says, “Stay naked, bitch. Open the door, punk, or we will.”
Tay looks at me for advice. I shrug. The Rustlers put their fingers to their mouths and back into the bedroom. They wink and we grin. We wrap our towels around our waists and open the door, ushering the sexy Middle Eastern studs in. They grin at us in just towels, rubbing their dicks. Abdi smirks, “It’s like you knew we were coming, boys. Glad you’re making this easy.”
Yusuf sniffs, “Mmm, you still got Rustler stench on you. Thanks for exposing them. If you two boys pushed them, it’s gonna be easy as hell for us.”
I carefully spin them around, so their backs are to the bedroom door. “They kicked your ass last night.”
Abdi tenses, “With a sneak attack. Fucking bitches. They’ll get theirs. Trust me.”
Tay smirks, baiting them, “Oh yeah? Got big plans? Those guys are tough.”
Abdi laughs, “They’re over-the-hill losers. You guys proved that. Imagine if you twinks had muscles?”
When we approached The Rustlers, they weren’t 100% sold on the deal. I think they were, but being the alpha males they are, they decided to negotiate anyway. We needed them a lot more than they needed us. They played it cool. There was only one thing we have that they wanted. Our asses. Tonight. Before our big match when they are sure that they will take our belts.
Taylor was all-in immediately. I played hard to get, but all four of us knew I’d cave. We agreed to be waiting on our knees with nothing but our belts on. When we gave Brooks their titles, I handed him my room key, too. He knew what to do. And so, here we are. On our knees again. Only this time, we know the score. We’re The Rustlers bitches for the rest of the night.
Taylor licks his lips while we wait. I’m sure he noticed the outline of their dicks. I sure did. The way the light reflected off their trunks left nothing to the imagination. Bart’s dick looked average length, but meaty and cut with hefty balls. Bronco’s is the monster. Stretching out to the side across his pelvis, it’s thick with a really fat uncut head.
Bronco commands, “Look up, bitches.” We lift our chins. Damn, they look amazing. The men stand with hands on hips looking down on us. “Slim and Shorty. On your knees. Right where you belong.”
Bart snarls, “You idiots are masochists, ain’t ya?”
I smirk, “Idiots? I think we were pretty smart tonight. Bordering on genius.”
“Getting tricked outta your belts was pretty stupid, but it can happen. You’re idiots for what you did you down there. Surprise kicks to the nuts and DDTs to the men who own your fucking asses? You sure as hell ain’t geniuses.” Bart rubs his crotch. “At least you ain’t welchers.” He grins, “This coulda been easy. Now, we’re gonna tear you two up for what you did.”
Taylor coos, “Promises, promises, daddy.”
Bronco whips his hand out and slaps Taylor across the cheek. SMACK! “Mouthy bitch. I should kick you in the fucking balls. You ain’t gonna need ‘em. You’re just two holes tonight, boy.” My tag partner purrs, loving the rough attitude. The burly brute says, “Shit. This bitch likes getting smacked around.”
Bart says, “Not surprised. Slim here didn’t question the masochist part. Just the idiot part.”
Bronco roughly grabs Tay’s chin. “Yeah, that’s right. What about it, Shorty? Maybe we tag team your ass while your buddy watches.”
Wouldn’t be the first time Taylor was DP’ed. He says as much when he confidently replies, “If that’s what you’re into, I’ll just have to take it. A deal’s a deal. You’re our big, bad bosses.”
I am not the power bottom my buddy is. I try to cool it, “C’mon, guys. We’re pals. I know I hit leg more than balls. We only DDT’ed you on their stomachs. It made for good footage and hype for our title match tomorrow. We’re major underdogs against two beasts like you. No one gives us any chance of winning. It added some intrigue. Maybe we could win, you know?”
Bart lets out a deep hearty laugh, “You can’t. Not tomorrow and sure as hell not tonight.” He rolls his shoulders back, “Enough talk. Time to serve, boys.”
The Rustlers step forward. They roughly grab our heads and smash our faces into their big bulges. I breathe in deeply, taking in Bart’s musk. He laughs, “Yeah, breathe it in, Slim. That’s a real man.” I nod against his powerful paw. He laughs again. “Fuck yeah. I need to thank Abdi and Yusuf for being such stupid bitches. It led me to you, you hungry slut.”
Bronco says, “You think that slut’s hungry? Shorty here’s trying to suck my balls through spandex.” I sneak a glance to the right to see my tag partner’s mouth open wide, his lips sliding along the smooth black spandex. “Man, I bet you can deep throat a firehose.”
“Pull down our trunks with your teeth, boys.”
I lock my hands behind my back as I slide my face over the front of his trunks. I move up to his pelvis and can’t resist kissing the furry patch below his navel. I get to work, biting the waistband just right of center. My right. His left. Not that that matters. I pull out and down slowly, stretching the spandex out as far as I can. Bart helps by pulling down in back.
My face is perfectly positioned so his monster smacks my cheek as soon as it’s free. WHAP! I keep lowering myself, bringing the tiny trunks to his knees. I adjust before finishing the job by working them over his boots. Bart orders, “Stay down there.” He steps out of the trunks and moves his boot under my face. “Kiss it, Slim.” I nod and smooch his shiny black leather.
“Good boy. Now you can suck. And you can use your hands.”
I rise, kissing this thick tree trunks the whole way. Bart’s breathes in, loving it. As I move to his cock, I look up to meet his eyes. He’s smiling and nodding. I bounce my eyebrows at him and get to work. As I grab hold of the base, I lean to my left to lick along the shaft. I can see Taylor working hard. He’s already gagging on Bronco’s massive meat. It is huge. As thick as Bart’s but at least three inches longer.
My lips engulf Bart’s uncut cock, and I focus entirely on it. I need to. I have him hard and leaking when he grabs my head. I look up and he grins, “Time to pay for kicking me in the balls, Slim. Just in case you get any more dumb ideas during our match tomorrow.” My eyebrows go up and the beast starts pounding his meat in deep. I fight to keep up.
It’s a brutal face fuck. Not a bad one, but rough. I’m gripping his granite legs for support as he slams in and out. My nose smashes against his furry pelvis as he pulls me into every thrust. I drink down his pre-cum as I time my breathing. He’s loving it, telling me as much as he ravages my mouth and throat. It’s a long face fuck. My face is red, and my eyes are watering, but I take it.
Bart pulls out, “Good boy. Could be worse. You could’ve gotten Bronco.” He turns my head, and I see Taylor getting the same treatment, only he’s really choking and gagging. My tag partner’s a skilled cocksucker, way better than me, so if he’s struggling, I’d be dead by now. My cock twitches as I watch the treatment. When Bronco pauses, Tay catches his breath with a smile. I almost laugh. He’s insatiable.
The Rustlers pull us up. They grab our rock-hard cocks and arrogantly smirk. With their other hands, they reach behind us and remove our title belts. Our gold falls to the floor. THUNK! CLUNK! We’re immediately lifted onto their shoulders, hanging over them. They carry us like cavemen into the bedroom and dump us on the bed. We roll over and look up at them.
God, they’re incredible. The two muscle beasts are rubbing their big meat as they stare down at us. We laid out lube and towels to be ready. They grab our legs and flip us over onto our fronts. I whisper to Taylor, “Happy?” He nods. Thick fingers penetrate our asses, and we moan. They finger fuck us, starting with one and quickly adding a second and third lubed digit.
Bart reaches forward and grabs my hair. He pulls my head up. I groan. Impaled on his fingers and with his other hand holding my hair, I realize how strong he really is. I whimper and push my ass up into his hand. He laughs, “You’re ready, aren’t you, Slim?” I let out an unintelligible grunt, but he understands I mean yes. “How about your boy, Bronco?”
“Oh yeah, Shorty’s always ready.”
They pull off us, grab our legs and flip us back over like we weigh nothing. We look up at them with admiration. Taylor moans, “So strong.” They smirk, enjoying their domination over us. The two muscle beasts climb on top of us. They lean down and own our mouths. I’m shocked to find out that Bart knows how to kiss. His bushy beard scratches me as he pins my arms.
When Bart attacks my neck, my eyes roll back in my head. I look at Taylor and Bronco. Fuck, he knows how to kiss, too. The chiseled musclestud is letting Tay rub and caress his muscles as he owns my tag partner. So fucking sexy. Bronco grinds on my buddy. Tay lifts his knees and spreads his legs. I get pulled back into a deep kiss, focusing on the beast atop me.
Bart slides back. He stands up on the bed, straddling my waist. “Take my boots off.” I reach up and unlace the tall black leather boots. When that’s done, Bart plants his right boot on my chest. I work the boot off, tossing it to the floor. I remove the white sock before repeating the process with his left boot. His bare foot presses on my face, forcing me to look at Taylor.
I watch as Bronco slithers up. He sits over Taylor’s head, legs open. He rolls my buddy over and makes him remove his boots. Taylor undoes the knots with his teeth. Always the overachiever. Bronco is milking his 10” dick as he watches the furry boy serve him. When the chiseled muscleman’s feet are free, Taylor worships them like a good slut. He’s in heaven.
They slide off the bed and manhandle us again. We’re quickly lying on our fronts facing each other. Our feet are planted on the floor as they stand behind us. Bart powers inside me. I lift my head and moan. I watch as Bronco lines up his monster cock and slides inside Taylor. It’s a lot, even for a whore like my best friend. He has a huge smile, though, loving the stretch.
The Rustlers start driving inside us. Bronco is faster and deeper. Bart is working me slowly. I feel him turn sideways. His foot comes up onto the back of my head. Oh fuck. He pushes my head into the white duvet as he starts hammering my hole harder. I groan, my hands gripping the puffy comforter as I cry out. I find myself begging for more, “Oh god! YES! PLEASE!”
“Looks like Slim’s a slut, too.”
Not to be outdone, Shorty – I mean, Taylor – starts whimpering, too. He begs Bronco to go harder, deeper and just give him more. The chiseled musclehunk growls, “I hit the fucking jackpot with this bitch. You want more? I got more, Shorty.” I look up, watching Bronco slamming into my buddy. If Bart wasn’t on the other side, the bed would be moving.
Bart changes positions, getting behind me. I moan as he goes at me directly, his thick meat splitting me in two. First Abdi and now Bart. The two thickest cocks I’ve ever taken in the same day. Wild. He orders, “Flex for me, Slim. I love seeing skinny boys like you flex.” I obey, hearing him growl as my sculpted arms tighten up. He grabs my chin and pulls me up to standing.
I keep flexing as he holds me up by my chin. The rough fuck from behind continues as a thick bicep moves over my shoulder and in front of my face, “You think those garter snakes can handle my pythons?” He moves my face into it. I know what to do. I kiss the massive bicep. SMOOCH! “Yeah, Slim, we’re gonna have so much fun in the ring tomorrow.” I whimper.
Bronco has Tay up standing, too. I’m shocked his dick isn’t going right through my buddy. The look on Taylor’s face says it all. He loves it. Bronco is loving it, too. The chiseled musclehunk taunts, “We’re gonna make you boys into stars while we kick your asses.” They grab our wrists and pull our arms backward into surfboard moves. We’re shaking as they wreck our holes.
The sustained fuck has my load building. I might cum untouched as Bart keeps hitting my spot just fucking perfectly. Bart says, “C’mon, boys, we wanna watch you two make out.” They use their control of our arms to lower us until our mouths meet across the bed. I open my lips and Taylor meets me. We make out, grunting into each other every time they hit us just right.
My shoulders ache but I’m still leaking onto the duvet like a faucet. They’re close, too. Bronco is growling, “Gonna breed these boys!” Bart agrees, calling cute little studs. That just makes me hotter for them. For two guys who were gonna destroy us, they’re giving us just what we love. Maybe that says more about us than them. Either way, I’m ready as fuck.
Bart moans. He lets out a loud, “AW FUCK! YEAH, TAKE IT, SLIM!” His cock unleashes inside me, erupting and filling my hole. My cock can’t handle it, and I explode, too. My first shot hits Taylor’s stomach. He feels it and pulls his mouth from mine. Bronco drives in and holds. I can see his face. He’s ready. The chiseled stud is breeding my buddy, shooting his load in deep.
The muscle beast slips outside of me. He lowers me to the bed and steps back. I lie in my pool of cum. I love my arms up, working them out. Suddenly, I feel ropes of cum splashing onto my back. I look up and Bronco is milking Taylor’s load, shooting it all over me. I can only lie here and take it while the sexy musclehunk drains my tag partner dry.
When Bronco is done, he aims Tay at me and drops me. My buddy crashes on top of me, mashing his seed between my back and his front. I get my breath back. A hand swats my ass. SMACK! I jolt. Taylor is rolled off me. Bronco grabs my head and pulls my mouth to his softening dick. He orders me to clean it. Even soft, it’s a monster, but I obey, getting to work.
Bart is doing the same to Taylor, getting a taste of my buddy’s expert mouth. They back off us. We spin and I sit against the headboard while Tay leans back into me. I hold my tag partner as we watch the two sexy muscle beasts use our trunks to wipe themselves down. Nobody talks but it’s pretty obvious how they’re feeling. I slide out and grab Bart’s boots. I bring them to him.
“Good boy. You provide good service.” I laugh. He says, “See you tomorrow, Slim.”
I correct him, “Later today.”
Bart slugs me in the stomach. THUD! OOF! He only uses a fraction of his power, but I still feel it. I gasp and cough. He smirks, “Don’t get fresh, kid.”
Bronco says, “Can’t wait to wreck these prettyboys in the ring.”
Taylor chimes in, “Aw, you think I’m pretty.”
“Grrr. Bring that big mouth to the ring, Shorty. I’m gonna make you scream with it. And polish our new belts as good as you polished our cocks. We wanna look good as we add our 14th different indie tag title to our creds.” Bronco looks at Bart, “C’mon, I’m hungry. Let’s see which whores are still in the lobby.”
“WAIT!” Taylor suddenly hops off the bed like a chihuahua who heard fireworks. He moves to the door and blocks it. The three of us just stare at him. “No, no, no. You need to leave empty, or you’ll ruin my reputation.” He jumps back on the bed, on his knees, shoulders down and ass up. He reaches back and parts his cheeks, showing off his hole. “Ready for the Rustlers.”
I step back and put my hands up. Bart and Bronco look at each other. They nod. Bronco climbs on the bed and lies down with his feet on the floor. Taylor straddles him. As the monster cock, Bronco is first. Tay lubes and jerks the throbbing python. It doesn’t take much before Bronco is hard and moaning. I love seeing my buddy in complete control of the muscleman.
Bart steps forward to the bed. He’ll be standing so he’s measuring the situation. The burly brute snaps his fingers at me. I move in, knowing exactly what he needs. I grip his thick meat. I get it lubed and fluffed. He’s ready fast, so I slow down, just maintaining his hard on. I start kissing his meaty pecs, sucking on his nipples while I work. He bounces them for me. Mmm.
With Bronco prepper, Tay adds extra lube to his already loosened hole. My slutty best friend knows how to make it sexy as fuck. He gyrates and moves his body as he works, keeping us entertained and the big men hard. When he’s done, he confirms it’s time. Bronco nods, too excited to reply. Bart growls, “Let’s go.” He rubs my hair affectionately, “Good boy, Slim.”
Taylor leads, guiding Bronco’s rock-hard cock to his hole. He lowers himself onto it. Wow. I’m impressed. I know he just spent like 30 minutes being pounded by it but seeing it from this angle is different. Woof. Bronco starts pumping and he gets my buddy nice and open. Now comes the real challenge. I have Bart’s thick piece hard and slick. It’s ready.
The older Rustler steps right up to the bed. He grabs Taylor’s shoulders with one hand and uses the other to position himself. He pumps his hips in time with Bronco, rubbing their cocks together outside Tay in time. It happens fast. Bart is just thrusting then suddenly his head goes forward and splits Taylor. My tag partner lifts his head and cries out, “Fuck yeah! Oh fuck!”
Emboldened, the Rustlers work deeper and deeper. Bart uses his grip on Taylor’s shoulder to control him while guiding the action. Bronco does his part, lifting his lips as he stares up at my buddy’s expressive face. The chiseled musclehunk raps, “Yeah, take it, boy. Take us. You like that?” Tay nods and grunts an affirmative, confirming his pleasure as he fights to take them.
Bart snarks, “Bet you never had this much man in you before.’
My buddy shakes his head, “No! So much meat! Oh fuck, you’re beasts! Fucking monsters tearing me in two! Feels so good!”
They keep slowly pounding him, the three men working in unison for maximum pleasure. I’m almost jealous, but I know I could never handle this. This is Taylor’s moment and he’s loving it. His drool slides out of his mouth down onto Bronco. The Rustlers are going faster and deeper. I’m jerking my cock watching the scene. Damn. It’s full-on pounding now.
Bronco grabs Taylor’s cock. He squeezes and jerks it. My buddy whimpers and cries out as he’s pummeled. The two monster cocks are slick from lube and pre-cum. I can tell Bart’s losing it. He growls that he’s cumming. I move in behind him and reach under his powerful arms. I grab his meaty pecs and play with them. When I touch his nipples, he cries out.
Bart slips out. I grab his cock and milk his load. He sprays all over his tag partner’s cock and my tag partner’s smooth white ass. I pump him soft, and he backs up into me. I push him back to the dresser. He leans against it for support as I kneel before him. Bart watches his buddy, still pumping inside mine. I play with his soft cock, and he idly rubs my head.
Behind me, I can hear Taylor and Bronco moaning. The bed is bouncing, springs squeaking and straining as the action gets even faster. I turn to sneak a look. Taylor is bouncing on the monster dick. Bronco can’t hold on. He explodes inside Taylor, breeding him for a second time tonight. Tay leans forward and kisses Bronco. To my surprise, the big man grabs behind Tay’s head and pulls him in even deeper.
Bart says, “Aw, what the hell? C’mere, Slim.” Suddenly, I’m pulled up and swept into a huge kiss. The bushy beard tickles my chin as my mouth is ravaged. I go weak in his arms, feeling too much like a damsel in distress being manhandled by her hero. I clear my mind and let him have his way with me, just enjoying his strong arms around me.
When he’s done with me, Bart carries me to the bed. He drops me on one side. Bronco is out from under Taylor. We look up them. They have softer expressions. Smiles. Wow. The beasts are nice guys?
They get dressed as we watch in silence. Bart says, “Been real fun, boys. Congrats, Shorty. You emptied us.” Taylor does a fist pump. “See you in the ring tomorrow.”
I tease, “You mean later today.”
I get a wink in response, and they head out.
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SATURDAY. OUR ROOM.
POST-MATCH VS. THE RUSTLERS.
KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK!
I’m in a towel, just out of the shower. I look through the peephole and fling open the door with a big smile on my face. I’m surprised to see The Rustlers but not disappointed. They’re still sweaty from our match, wearing their belts and carrying ours. Yeah, they won our big fight, but we did awesome. More than holding our own, we wrestled the best match of our lives.
Best part is that we wrestled our best when it counted. It’s our biggest moment and we stayed focused, intense and proved we can hang with WWL-level talent. As we cleared the ring, a lot of fans congratulated us. Same with other wrestlers and two promoters, including that Ben guy Reks pointed out. Taylor and I felt like big-time pros. We practically floated to our room.
The Rustlers look even sexier than last night. All pumped with their trunks clinging to their big bodies as they strut into our room. I tell Tay they’re here. He grabs a towel and comes out of the bathroom, drying off in front of them. I mean, no point in modesty now. They check us out with big grins. Uh oh. I feel like I’m about to completely disappoint the big muscle studs.
I start with the positive, “Thanks for the match, guys. I feel like we learned a ton.”
Bart shakes his head and wags a finger, “Nope. We’re here to thank you boys and apologize. Never seen you in action before. Well, wrestling action. Not gonna lie, kind of insulted you were chosen as our opponents. But fuck us, you boys proved that good things come in Slim and Short packages. We get why Jefe brought you in. You’re real studs. Even better in the ring than in the bed.”
Bronco nods, “Sorry for not taking you seriously before the match. You’re real pros. Mad respect, boys.”
Our bare chests puff up and out. Taylor looks stunned by the mea culpa and the praise. I manage to get out, “Wow, that means a lot.”
Bronco growls, “We’re serious, Slim. And not just us. Everyone’s impressed by the Heavenly Bros. It’s why we came up right away.”
I frown, “Guys, we gotta get back down … we have a thing …”
Bart stops me, “It’s cool. We wanna fuck you again but it’s cool if it’s not now. How about in a couple of weeks when you come to TRA.”
My eyes go wide, “You’re inviting us to come watch a TRA show? That’s cool.”
Bronco laughs, “Naw, Slim, we’re inviting you to be in a TRA show. Our boss is here. Wanted to make sure his talent showed up and out. He loved you guys. Thought we had a lot of chemistry. You know, the magic’s in the tension. Big vs. small. Older vs. younger. Intense vs. playful. We wanna start an official rivalry with you two studs and he’s onboard.”
I’m floored. Taylor drops his towel, runs up and hugs them both. I follow in, dropping my towel and ruining my shower. I don’t care. This is huge. As they rub our naked bodies pressed against them, they confirm it’s all true and not contingent on us fucking again. They really just wanna wrestle us again. I can’t believe it. Of course, Tay tells them we are all fucking again, so that makes them happy. These beasts called us studs again.
I check the time. We really don’t have time to fuck. Damn it.
KNOCK! KNOCK!
Tay heads to the door. He looks through the peephole. He whispers, “It’s Abdi and Yusuf!” I shrug. He says through the door, “What do you guys want? We’re kinda naked.”
Yusuf’s voice says, “Stay naked, bitch. Open the door, punk, or we will.”
Tay looks at me for advice. I shrug. The Rustlers put their fingers to their mouths and back into the bedroom. They wink and we grin. We wrap our towels around our waists and open the door, ushering the sexy Middle Eastern studs in. They grin at us in just towels, rubbing their dicks. Abdi smirks, “It’s like you knew we were coming, boys. Glad you’re making this easy.”
Yusuf sniffs, “Mmm, you still got Rustler stench on you. Thanks for exposing them. If you two boys pushed them, it’s gonna be easy as hell for us.”
I carefully spin them around, so their backs are to the bedroom door. “They kicked your ass last night.”
Abdi tenses, “With a sneak attack. Fucking bitches. They’ll get theirs. Trust me.”
Tay smirks, baiting them, “Oh yeah? Got big plans? Those guys are tough.”
Abdi laughs, “They’re over-the-hill losers. You guys proved that. Imagine if you twinks had muscles?”
Tay says, "I'm not a twink."
The Middle Eastern hunks ignore him, flexing their big biceps. Abdi nods, “We’re gonna humiliate the Rustlers ten times worse than what they did to us last night. Just wait. After we destroy them and win their belts, we're gonna fuck them in the locker room in front of the whole TRA roster. Expose them as the bitches they are.”
I reply calmly, “Good to know. But why are you here? What do you want from us?”
Yusuf says, “You didn’t really think we’d just let last night go, did you?”
“You should. You screwed us. Literally. We screwed you. Figuratively. All even.”
The tall stud shakes his head, “Doesn’t work like that. You lost your belts, so we’re taking revenge out on your asses.” He rubs his huge dick, “Don’t pretend like you don’t want it.”
I say, “Uh huh. You wanna wrestle? We're tight on time, so I'll tell you what …” I choose my phrasing carefully, “When I say ‘go’, it’s on. If you last a minute without getting knocked out, you can have our asses. If you can't last a minute? You’re bitches to the men who put you out for the next hour. You can't run away though. You have to stay and fight.”
They laugh and high-five. “Deal.”
I nod. The Rustlers slip back into the room wearing their gear and big smiles. They’re holding our former title belts up. I ask, “Ready?” Abdi and Yusuf crouch like we’re about to wrestle. “Set?” I point at the mirror. They look and see The Rustlers coming at them. As they turn, the ETPW belts slam across the sides of their heads, sending Abdi and Yusuf down. CLANG! BANG! They collapse.
I say, “Go, bitches.”
The Rustlers toss the belts and drag Abdi and Yusuf up to their feet. They lock on rear naked chokes and squeeze. The helpless hunks flail but Taylor and I jump in with big kicks to their abs. THUD! WHOMP! Any air they had in their lungs is gone. We defend the chokes, keeping their arms and legs occupied, preventing any counters. They don’t even last 30 seconds.
Yusuf goes out first. He gets tossed onto our sofa bed. BOFF! BOING! Abdi doesn’t last more than five seconds longer. Bronco drags his thick slab of beef to the bedroom. We help Bart get Yusuf’s unmoving carcass onto his shoulder and he drops the sleeping giant on the bed beside his buddy. Tay and I mount them as Bart and Bronco film the scene on their phones.
We lift the unconscious hunks' right arms up high, pointing them at the ceiling.
I reply calmly, “Good to know. But why are you here? What do you want from us?”
Yusuf says, “You didn’t really think we’d just let last night go, did you?”
“You should. You screwed us. Literally. We screwed you. Figuratively. All even.”
The tall stud shakes his head, “Doesn’t work like that. You lost your belts, so we’re taking revenge out on your asses.” He rubs his huge dick, “Don’t pretend like you don’t want it.”
I say, “Uh huh. You wanna wrestle? We're tight on time, so I'll tell you what …” I choose my phrasing carefully, “When I say ‘go’, it’s on. If you last a minute without getting knocked out, you can have our asses. If you can't last a minute? You’re bitches to the men who put you out for the next hour. You can't run away though. You have to stay and fight.”
They laugh and high-five. “Deal.”
I nod. The Rustlers slip back into the room wearing their gear and big smiles. They’re holding our former title belts up. I ask, “Ready?” Abdi and Yusuf crouch like we’re about to wrestle. “Set?” I point at the mirror. They look and see The Rustlers coming at them. As they turn, the ETPW belts slam across the sides of their heads, sending Abdi and Yusuf down. CLANG! BANG! They collapse.
I say, “Go, bitches.”
The Rustlers toss the belts and drag Abdi and Yusuf up to their feet. They lock on rear naked chokes and squeeze. The helpless hunks flail but Taylor and I jump in with big kicks to their abs. THUD! WHOMP! Any air they had in their lungs is gone. We defend the chokes, keeping their arms and legs occupied, preventing any counters. They don’t even last 30 seconds.
Yusuf goes out first. He gets tossed onto our sofa bed. BOFF! BOING! Abdi doesn’t last more than five seconds longer. Bronco drags his thick slab of beef to the bedroom. We help Bart get Yusuf’s unmoving carcass onto his shoulder and he drops the sleeping giant on the bed beside his buddy. Tay and I mount them as Bart and Bronco film the scene on their phones.
We lift the unconscious hunks' right arms up high, pointing them at the ceiling.
We let go.
They both fall onto the mattress.
BOOF! “ONE!”
Again.
BOOF! “TWO!”
One last time.
BOOF! “THREE!”
We slap the big men awake. They move slowly. The Rustlers are here in case there’s any trouble. There isn’t. We smile down. I tell them, “You lost. Sorry, boys, but Tay and I made a promise to be somewhere, and we have no more time to play. But … per our deal? You’re bitches to the men who put you out for the next hour. And these two put you out.”
Tay smirks, “Don’t look sad. We’ve been fucked by them and it’s awesome. Try the DP. I loved it.” Abdi and Yusuf nearly choke at the thought. “Aw, look. They're scared.”
We slide off. I say to the Rustlers, “Take out the trash when you’re done?”
Bronco says, “Yeah, you bet, Christian.” I’m shocked he uses my name. He says, “We’ll take good care of things here. His ass won’t be as good as yours, Taylor.”
Tay nods respectfully, “Thank you.”
Bart grins back, “We said you boys are studs and we meant it.” They actually bro hug us and call us by our names again! He slaps my ass, “Now, get going. A promise is a promise.”
We nod, grab our gear and race back to the shower to get ready. Gotta move fast but we’ll be good. I wish we could stay but duty calls. The show of respect from the former WWL tag champs is the best part of the weekend so far. And knowing that we’ll see the Rustlers again soon in a real live TRA rivalry … it makes missing out on one side fuck more than okay. Can this weekend get any better?
5/15 ... it’s the Gay Wrestling Weekend day one main event: Jack Justice III vs. Xander! ETPW heavyweight title vs CLAW heavyweight title! Wait, what? Why? A new character being added in the final chapter? On top the 13 already introduced? What is the heck is going on? Well, I did put this series under the CLAW banner, so we needed more than a Ben mention, right?
BOOF! “ONE!”
Again.
BOOF! “TWO!”
One last time.
BOOF! “THREE!”
We slap the big men awake. They move slowly. The Rustlers are here in case there’s any trouble. There isn’t. We smile down. I tell them, “You lost. Sorry, boys, but Tay and I made a promise to be somewhere, and we have no more time to play. But … per our deal? You’re bitches to the men who put you out for the next hour. And these two put you out.”
Tay smirks, “Don’t look sad. We’ve been fucked by them and it’s awesome. Try the DP. I loved it.” Abdi and Yusuf nearly choke at the thought. “Aw, look. They're scared.”
We slide off. I say to the Rustlers, “Take out the trash when you’re done?”
Bronco says, “Yeah, you bet, Christian.” I’m shocked he uses my name. He says, “We’ll take good care of things here. His ass won’t be as good as yours, Taylor.”
Tay nods respectfully, “Thank you.”
Bart grins back, “We said you boys are studs and we meant it.” They actually bro hug us and call us by our names again! He slaps my ass, “Now, get going. A promise is a promise.”
We nod, grab our gear and race back to the shower to get ready. Gotta move fast but we’ll be good. I wish we could stay but duty calls. The show of respect from the former WWL tag champs is the best part of the weekend so far. And knowing that we’ll see the Rustlers again soon in a real live TRA rivalry … it makes missing out on one side fuck more than okay. Can this weekend get any better?
TO BE CONCLUDED ...
5/15 ... it’s the Gay Wrestling Weekend day one main event: Jack Justice III vs. Xander! ETPW heavyweight title vs CLAW heavyweight title! Wait, what? Why? A new character being added in the final chapter? On top the 13 already introduced? What is the heck is going on? Well, I did put this series under the CLAW banner, so we needed more than a Ben mention, right?
OH. MY. FUCKING. GOD.
ReplyDeleteI think this may be your best stuff since the original first stories. Absent the sex, this is what I LOVED about 70s wrestling. The sneak attack, the destruction, AND , my favorite even today, using the rules to your advantage. The sec party wasn't part of that, if course, except in my head.
THANK YOU!! And I'm officially in love with you!!
Wow! Always great to be loved. LOL. Now you know why I fell in love with your Redneck Arena story so much … I love this stuff, too. Everyone’s got an angle.
DeleteIt’s actually so nice seeing all these characters from Bad Boys & it’s making me miss Dylan!!! My toxic trait is I still ship him & Ben & want them to make up😭😭
ReplyDeleteThanks! Ben and Dylan? Hm, I've never considered Dylan to be redeemable. Although he is the son of sweet Danny Chase, so maybe?
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ReplyDeleteAnd I guess I must have a thing for ancillary characters like ring announcers (Slim Jim) and now refs, because I really want to wrestle Brooks. 😉
Aw shucks. Thanks! Sexy Brooks has been around for a long time (since R69: Fort Worth), so I obviously like him, too.
DeleteWell, I reckon I'd best go back and read R69 Ft. Worth!
DeleteWell, don’t get too excited because Brooks has never wrestled … just been around the action so far. As a secondary or tertiary character.
DeleteOne can always imagine him on the ropes... ;)
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