Our Kitchen.
Cody's and My Place.
“What?”
I say again, “DarkStar.”
“No, I heard you, Jae. My ‘what’ was asking, ‘are you sure?’ I mean, it seems like a great match for you as SuperStar. Fans love watching you face off against big men.”
“Cody, they love seeing me wrecked by big men.”
My boyfriend smiles and his best friend Ryan snorts. They know it’s true. As co-owners of The Cave, they want what sells. I mean, they’re both on my side, but they don’t mind if I go down in a match. I’m 22, smooth and muscular. Fans love my pecs and ass, so I get why viewers like me as a SuperJobber when they buy superhero-themed, gay-oriented wrestling videos.
I don’t mind either if I’m being honest. I’ve had some really hot losses and enjoyed them. But sometimes, I like to win. And this is one of those times. I’m 5’11”, 190-lbs. My opponent is Street (his last name). He’s a hustler, using The Cave to get more clients for his ‘escort’ gig. He’s ‘Blue Collar Beef’. 34. 6’2”. 235-lbs. Bodybuilder big. Very strong.
It’s a catchweight match but sometimes, the smaller guy can win. I feel like this could be one of those times. I tell Cody and Ryan, “Street being a huge muscleman is why I’ll need a little more freedom. He’s an arrogant rookie. I want to be competitive. Maybe even win. SuperStar is the hero. My DarkStar villain persona lets me …” I search for the right word.
Cody finishes my sentence, “Play dirty.”
Ryan adds, “Cheat.”
I correct them, “Go rough.”
Cody raises an eyebrow, “And you think being ‘rough’ with a powerhouse who outweighs you by over 40 pounds is the smart choice? Seems like the way to go from fucked to fucked up.”
“No. If I do it right, it’ll work. Look at Winston. His toys and tricks make him competitive. Valet’s rule breaking. He plays dirty and it works out. They’re twinks who’ve hung in with the big boys better than I have. Imagine what I can do if I use their tactics.”
My boyfriend is skeptical, “I think it’s going to get you into trouble, Jae. Why poke the bear? The guy is a sexy as fuck professional whore. Even if SuperStar loses, you’ll have a great time.”
“I’ll have an even better time winning. Street is inexperienced. He’s not doing Cave training. And he’s laidback. With some … surprises and my skill advantage, I know I can bring him down. As long as he’s getting paid, he won’t care. Look what he let Valet do to him.”
“We think he’s a rookie, but we don’t know that. The guy honored his deal with Chris to the letter. No more. No less. We’re not making a deal with him to lose. He let Valet do what he did because it meant getting paid. Street knew getting fucked would make him a lot more money than the reverse. But you know that he controlled the whole scene. You filmed it.”
“I did, Cody.” I smile, “That’s why I’m confident that DarkStar is the way to go. He’ll know that seeing the big bodybuilder hero outsmarted and dominated by a muscleboy heel like me will be the hotter outcome. Once I get him down, he’ll go with it to get paid.”
“Maybe, but that’s the same no matter who you play. My gut tells me that he’ll respond in kind. If you’re nice, he’ll be nice. If you piss him off, he’ll unleash hell.” Cody turns to Ryan, “Ry, what’s that personality chart you always reference? Street’s neutral, right? Not good or evil; not lawful or chaotic. The one from your little Jails and Genies game?”
Ryan sighs, “It’s Dungeons and Dragons, but you know that.” My boyfriend smirks. He likes to pretend he doesn’t know things, but Ryan and I see through it. “I get what you’re asking, though. You know him better than I do, but I agree that Street’s North Star is getting paid. Beyond that, I think he’s a wildcard. True neutral sounds as close as anything.”
I nod, “Great. It’s settled. Blue Collar Beef will face DarkStar.”
Cody looks surprised, “That’s what you heard?”
“I think it is what will get him paid the most and he’ll see it that way, too.” Cody opens his mouth to argue but I shut him down, “It’s my match, jagi.”
My boyfriend frowns, “Okay, okay. You’re right. It’s your decision.”
“You guys must be hot for me.” Street is feeling very cocky as he says, “You didn’t waste any time booking me for a match. Rushing me in just a couple of nights after your big party.”
Cody keeps cool, treating it like it’s no big deal. He knows that Street will be looking for more money if doesn’t. “I like to grab opportunities immediately. Things happen. Guys change their mind. Get scared. Get talked out of it. Get busy. Move. Meet someone. I like to get the matches in the book quickly. A lot of our guys come back but the first match is the hardest.”
Street smirks, “Can’t gimme an inch ’cause you know I’ll want a mile, right?” Cody smirks right back. The hunky blond bodybuilder says, “I really like you, Cody. It’s the same with hooking. Guys are scared the first time, but if I can just get that first meetup, they’ll want me again.”
My boyfriend smiles back, “I like you, too, Street. You’re exactly the type of guy we love. Gorgeous. Professional. Tough. Uninhibited.” He adds, “Nice red harness.”
“Yeah, I figured I need something more than red briefs and boots to stand out.”
“Still doing the trucker hat. No mask this time.”
I say again, “DarkStar.”
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| I'm Jae. My alter ego, DarkStar. |
“Cody, they love seeing me wrecked by big men.”
My boyfriend smiles and his best friend Ryan snorts. They know it’s true. As co-owners of The Cave, they want what sells. I mean, they’re both on my side, but they don’t mind if I go down in a match. I’m 22, smooth and muscular. Fans love my pecs and ass, so I get why viewers like me as a SuperJobber when they buy superhero-themed, gay-oriented wrestling videos.
I don’t mind either if I’m being honest. I’ve had some really hot losses and enjoyed them. But sometimes, I like to win. And this is one of those times. I’m 5’11”, 190-lbs. My opponent is Street (his last name). He’s a hustler, using The Cave to get more clients for his ‘escort’ gig. He’s ‘Blue Collar Beef’. 34. 6’2”. 235-lbs. Bodybuilder big. Very strong.
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| My Cave stats. |
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| DarkStar's next Cave opponent. |
Cody finishes my sentence, “Play dirty.”
Ryan adds, “Cheat.”
I correct them, “Go rough.”
Cody raises an eyebrow, “And you think being ‘rough’ with a powerhouse who outweighs you by over 40 pounds is the smart choice? Seems like the way to go from fucked to fucked up.”
“No. If I do it right, it’ll work. Look at Winston. His toys and tricks make him competitive. Valet’s rule breaking. He plays dirty and it works out. They’re twinks who’ve hung in with the big boys better than I have. Imagine what I can do if I use their tactics.”
My boyfriend is skeptical, “I think it’s going to get you into trouble, Jae. Why poke the bear? The guy is a sexy as fuck professional whore. Even if SuperStar loses, you’ll have a great time.”
“I’ll have an even better time winning. Street is inexperienced. He’s not doing Cave training. And he’s laidback. With some … surprises and my skill advantage, I know I can bring him down. As long as he’s getting paid, he won’t care. Look what he let Valet do to him.”
“We think he’s a rookie, but we don’t know that. The guy honored his deal with Chris to the letter. No more. No less. We’re not making a deal with him to lose. He let Valet do what he did because it meant getting paid. Street knew getting fucked would make him a lot more money than the reverse. But you know that he controlled the whole scene. You filmed it.”
“I did, Cody.” I smile, “That’s why I’m confident that DarkStar is the way to go. He’ll know that seeing the big bodybuilder hero outsmarted and dominated by a muscleboy heel like me will be the hotter outcome. Once I get him down, he’ll go with it to get paid.”
“Maybe, but that’s the same no matter who you play. My gut tells me that he’ll respond in kind. If you’re nice, he’ll be nice. If you piss him off, he’ll unleash hell.” Cody turns to Ryan, “Ry, what’s that personality chart you always reference? Street’s neutral, right? Not good or evil; not lawful or chaotic. The one from your little Jails and Genies game?”
Ryan sighs, “It’s Dungeons and Dragons, but you know that.” My boyfriend smirks. He likes to pretend he doesn’t know things, but Ryan and I see through it. “I get what you’re asking, though. You know him better than I do, but I agree that Street’s North Star is getting paid. Beyond that, I think he’s a wildcard. True neutral sounds as close as anything.”
I nod, “Great. It’s settled. Blue Collar Beef will face DarkStar.”
Cody looks surprised, “That’s what you heard?”
“I think it is what will get him paid the most and he’ll see it that way, too.” Cody opens his mouth to argue but I shut him down, “It’s my match, jagi.”
My boyfriend frowns, “Okay, okay. You’re right. It’s your decision.”
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PRE-MATCH.
IN THE CAVE HALLWAY WAITING.
“You guys must be hot for me.” Street is feeling very cocky as he says, “You didn’t waste any time booking me for a match. Rushing me in just a couple of nights after your big party.”
Cody keeps cool, treating it like it’s no big deal. He knows that Street will be looking for more money if doesn’t. “I like to grab opportunities immediately. Things happen. Guys change their mind. Get scared. Get talked out of it. Get busy. Move. Meet someone. I like to get the matches in the book quickly. A lot of our guys come back but the first match is the hardest.”
Street smirks, “Can’t gimme an inch ’cause you know I’ll want a mile, right?” Cody smirks right back. The hunky blond bodybuilder says, “I really like you, Cody. It’s the same with hooking. Guys are scared the first time, but if I can just get that first meetup, they’ll want me again.”
My boyfriend smiles back, “I like you, too, Street. You’re exactly the type of guy we love. Gorgeous. Professional. Tough. Uninhibited.” He adds, “Nice red harness.”
“Yeah, I figured I need something more than red briefs and boots to stand out.”
“Still doing the trucker hat. No mask this time.”
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| The big man just wants $$$. |
Cody nods, “No problem.” I stay quiet, knowing the truth. Cody wanted to get it out to get Street back. And it worked. These two really get each other, which is why my boyfriend keeps it cool. “We had to release it with the main match or fans would’ve been screaming about missing the side action. ‘What happened ringside?’ ‘How’d Valet zip-tie that guy?’ You know.”
Street winks, “Yeah, I know.”
“Lemme see if Ry is ready, yet.”
When Cody steps away, I step into Street, “You do look good.”
Street looks at me, “You too, kid. I like the black and red on you. So, this that DarkStar character you told me about.”
“Yep. DarkStar. My popular villain identity.”
“Villain. Ooh. You gonna be a bad boy?”
I grin, “Nothing you can’t handle. Guys like to see me kick ass in black and love to see big men suffer. We’re going to make a bestseller.”
“I hear that. Get me some big fat sales bonuses and new customers.” Street checks me out. His hands explore my body, even squeezing my meaty pecs. I can’t help but flinch when his thumb brushes my sensitive right nipples. Fuck, I didn’t want that. Fortunately, he moves on and smiles, “Oh yeah. I like this whole deal. We’re gonna do a great video together.”
I yell over with a smirk, “Did you hear that, Cody? He likes my plan.”
Cody nods, “Yeah, I heard it. Did you?” I give him a confused look, knowing my boyfriend is saying something but I can’t figure out what. He doesn’t explain, “Okay, we’re ready. Blue Collar Beef, you’re up first. Have fun. Show off that hot body. Fans are gonna love you.”
“Appreciate it, Cody.” As he passes me to do his entrance, the big man pats my cheek, “Gonna give the fans what they wanna see. Let’s do this, kid.”
“Yep, let’s do it.”
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ROUND ONE.
The intros go smoothly. Lots of sexy flexing. Ryan spent a lot of time filming the rookie flexing, fluffing and flirting. Blue Collar Beef’s first video was a ringside thing without much action. Just sexy back-and-forth between him and Valet. This is his first wrestling video. I notice he left the harness on. Excellent. Something to grab onto. It’ll make it easier to handle his 235-lbs of beef.
Not to be outdone, I put on my own hot display for the cameras. SuperStar is full of bouncing energy. For DarkStar, I bring the cocky, young punk energy. Slower. More methodical. Still a ton of flexing and a bunch of pec bounces, but with more intensity. The big beast just watches, idly rubbing his bulge as he watches me own the spotlight. When I’m done, we stare at each other.
DING! DING! DING!
Our smoldering stares continue as we move in for our first lockup. As soon as my hands hit his neck and arm, I can feel the power. Fuck. He’s solid. Hard as granite. I can tell he’d be a match for any of the other big guys I’ve faced in the strength department. We push against each other, and he easily throws me away. I’m not bothered by it. It’ll just make my victory sweeter.
I let Blue Collar Beef flex his big muscles. Give the man time to shine. Once he lowers his arms, I come right back in. We lockup again. This time, I twist immediately, not letting him use his strength on me. He stumbles into my rising knee which slams into his abs. THUD! He doesn’t even grunt. It’ll take time to soften up his muscle wall. But his joints are another story.
I grab hold of his wrist and lock on an armbar. I crank hard and the burly brute bends forward. ARGH! I turn and come in with two big elbows to his shoulder. THWAK! BOMP! I twist more, getting his arm behind him into a hammerlock. I lift his wrist up his back. He rises to his feet to ease the pressure, grunting the whole time. This big man is strong but not that flexible.
Blue Collar Beef swings his free arm back to hit me, but he’s too wide. WHOOSH! He bends forward and reaches between his legs. He’s grabbing for my ankle, but without trying, he’s eased the pressure on the hammerlock. I let go, grabbing the back of his harness for control. I kick the back of his right knee. The muscle beast drops to one knee in front of me. PLOP!
I pull him back to me and wrap my arm in front of his face. I drop to a knee, pulling him back into a kneeling dragon sleeper. UMPH! I feel up his body, caressing those big pecs and chiseled abs. His arms drop, letting me have my way with him. I slowly tighten on the sleeper to weaken him. Like a frog in a pot of water, I ease him into a submissive state of mind.
As my hand roams, I praise him, “Yeah, look at all this beef. You are a monster, aren’t you, stud?” I reach forward and grab his bulge. He moans. “Packing serious heat.” Playing to his ego to try to keep him docile, I knead his junk, “Yeah, show fans what a sexy beast you are.”
More moaning and no fighting. I tighten up on the sleeper. Cody will kill me if I knock him out this fast, but I’ll take my time in the next round. I just need to set the scene for him. OOH! What? Blue Collar Beef. His tongue. It’s flicking my armpit. OOH! I whimper lightly. My armpits are one of my sensitive zones. He starts working my pit with his lips. MMM! That’s nice.
No. It’s not. I’m flinching and twisting. His hands whip up and grab my shoulder and forearm, actually keeping the dragon sleeper on. Blue Collar Beef goes crazy on my armpit. I’m whimpering louder and squirming. My eyes roll back in my head as he worships my smooth pit. Fuck, that’s nice. Cody’s the only other guy who’s ever got me going like this. FUCK!
I let go of the sleep and fall back on my ass. PLOP! I drag myself back, legs open as I gather my wits. The sexy muscle beast spins around onto hands and knees. He crawls toward me, looking smug and seductive. I wait for him to get close before I kick out at his chest. He grabs my boot and holds my leg, immediately sliding his hand down the inside from knee to groin.
“You are such a sexy little Star.” I’m squirming as he leans in closer, running his tongue up the inside of my leg. He holds my other leg down with his big paw as he kisses the soft flesh just below the leg opening of my trunks. His scruffy face scrapes along my balls. I gasp. That was no accident. Blue Collar Beef is toying with me. The dragon did nothing to him. Fuck.
I reach out and grab his head and harness. My leg overpowers his hand, and I wrap him in a tight head scissors. Blue Collar Beef lets out a moan as I crush his head, asserting myself. I’m not going to job for him. Yeah, he knows how to drive a man wild, but only if I let him. I squeeze harder, not caring about poking the bear as Cody put it. I need to take control if he’s not giving it.
Blue Collar Beef struggles. He’s strong but I never skip leg day. My thighs flex and every muscle in my powerful legs flex. The striations are crazy as I work to wear him down. He strains and pushes against me. I’m winning until his hand goes for my bulge. I know that’s trouble, so I abandon the scissors. I open up and spin away. He rolls onto his back.
I successfully slowed him down, but I can’t let him recover. I’m on him fast, driving my boots down onto his perfect torso. STOMP! STOMP! STOMP! The mighty muscle beast takes a few shots before fighting back. He grabs my boot and throws me away. I stumble back a few steps. I’m impressed by his strength. It’s close to Nuclear Man level, the strongest guy I’ve faced.
Okay. Focus. I said I wanted to win against a powerhouse. Blue Collar Beef is exactly the kind of stud I need to beat.
The muscle beast is on his feet. I could run in, but I have to be smart. He looks down to check out his body, running his hands over the red boot prints from my stomps. Cool, he’s distracted. I charge in. Blue Collar Beef reacts fast, coming at me and flattening me with a stiff shoulder block. WHOMP! I go down fast. SPLAT! He flexes over me, looking awesome.
Blue Collar Beef tries a stomp, but I roll out of the way just in time. The muscleman hits canvas, jamming his knee. WHACK! UNH! There’s my opening. I dive at his right leg, tripping him down. I lift his leg, wrenching it with an ankle lock. ARGH! I pin his left ankle by standing on it, protecting myself as I twist. I might get a submission but even if I can’t, this will slow him down.
The big muscleman writhes on the canvas, rolling his shoulders side to side as I crank on his ankle. With massive beasts like this, the joints are a good attack point, especially the legs. Keep him down and immobile. Blue Collar Beef stops moving. He looks up and flexes his biceps. His muscles pump and his chest tightens. The big man lets out a low growl. GRR!
Whatever. Yeah, it’s an impressive display but useless when I’ve got his legs. Oh. Except as a distraction. While I’m staring down at his upper body, he moves his legs. His left slips out from under my boot. He kicks my thigh. WHACK! I lose control of his right leg as he bends his knee toward him. With a sharp thrust, he extends, kicking me off. I stumble backward as he rises.
Blue Collar Beef is up. I dive in, using my college football training to clip his leg. THWAK! No penalties in wrestling, especially in The Cave. He goes down immediately, crashing down onto his back. BOOM! I grab his right leg and flip his 235-lbs of beef over, locking on a single leg crab. I squat with my legs wide for stability. The mighty muscleman moans loudly.
I trace my finger down the inside of his trapped right leg. He gasps and the moan changes from pained to seductive. I keep going until my hand is on his dangling package, perfectly wrapped in tight red spandex. He says, “Don’t!” I just laugh as my hand tightens around his balls. His dick is stretched out, way too big to grab but a ball claw will do nicely.
AH! Blue Collar Beef is a beast but he’s a man. As I squeeze his balls, he starts moaning louder. Moans turn to whimpers. He starts trying to break the crab. I lean back, increasing the pressure on his back. The massive muscle hunk cries out. He goes limp and I take advantage, making him really feel the dual attack. Damn, it feels good to own this arrogant, sexy beast.
I feel his fight returning. He’s pushing up and trying to kick out. I don’t know how long I can hold it, so I shift and ease up voluntarily. I hold his right leg, driving his knee down into the canvas. THWAK! That hurt. I can tell by the way he’s rolling and thrashing under me. Good. I grab hold of his right ankle. He fights but I drag him to the ropes. He slides, unable to stop me.
I jump between the top and middle rope, pulling his leg with me. Blue Collar Beef’s big body stops his momentum. He lies in the ring with his leg on the middle rope. I brace one boot on the ring apron and pull. The muscle beast cries out in pain as I hyperextend his leg. The rope stretches toward me as I pull. The big man is thrashing, but he’s not giving.
The massive muscleman pushes on the bottom rope with his left boot as hegiras behind his right leg. He tries to pull back, but I’ve got the leverage. I can tell the hold is working from the way the big man is gasping and grunting. Ryan is up on the apron, aiming the camera down. I call attention to it with a challenge, “Keep fighting, beefy boy! Fans are gonna eat it up!”
Blue Collar Beef moans as I pull. “Give it up, man! Give! It! Up!”
“NO!”
I laugh, “C’mon! Submit to me!” When he doesn’t, I try a different tack, “You’re only making the next round easier! I wrecked you with two good legs. Imagine what I’ll do to you with just one!”
The beefy behemoth crunches up, tightening his torso. He moves his left boot to the middle rope. Blue Collar Beef pushes against it. I’m shocked that it has more give. He puts his hands back beside his ear with his elbows up. With a roar, he bridges, lifting his hips. His big bulge rises and changes the angle. The mighty beast pushes the middle rope down to his right calf.
I pull but without the middle rope at his knee, there’s no pressure. He’s countering me by turning his leg and pulling it back into the ring. My boot slips on the apron when I try to shift position. Without that support, I’m just 190-lbs of muscle, which is nothing to him. His leg pulls me forward and I lose my grip on his ankle. Blue Collar Beef rolls to the middle of the ring.
Damn.
I roll in. Even though I didn’t get a submission, he’s clearly in pain. The big beefcake pushes up, hopping on one leg. I size him up, but he turns to glare at me. I hesitate. He’s working out his leg. I have the advantage, but he looks ready for me. I rise and adjust my bulge, trying to work out a new strategy. Definitely legs, but he’s obviously ready for that. How can I get in?
“You’re having fun.”
I’m about to respond when I realize he’s just stalling. Someone about his face tells me he’s hiding his pain. I casually move in closer. I open my mouth to answer but instead, I hop up and go at him with a dropkick to his good leg. Blue Collar Beef manages to leap up with one leg. My boots miss and I land on my side under him. PLOP! The big man drops on top of me. SPLAT! OOF!
We start to grapple. Fuck, Blue Collar Beef is good. I go for a few holds, and he blocks me. The leg damage isn’t important with both of us flat on the canvas. The massive muscleman is playing defense but he’s tough to move. His strength overpowers my attacks easily. I’m going to lose this ground war. Fuck! I squirm and fight, eventually managing to squeeze out from under his heavyweight body.
We both get up. I’m faster, so I move in fast. Unfortunately, Blue Collar Beef sees me coming. He launches at me with his forearms crossed in front of his face. I stop but he flies into me, his forearms slamming right into my chin. CRACK! I go down hard, seeing stars. BAM! I’m stunned. I try to rise but I end up rolling from side to side, like a turtle on its back. UNH! UNH!
I open my eyes to see Blue Collar Beef hovering over me in midair. It takes me a second to realize he’s not floating. He’s coming down. Fast. The beefy behemoth splashes down on me, his 235-lbs of MAN landing hard after plummeting down from four feet in the air. CRASH! OOF! All the air leaves my body. I cough under him as he smothers my face with his paw.
“Cover your mouth, man. It’s just good manners!”
When Blue Collar Beef slides off me, I roll over onto my side in the fetal position, still coughing. Fuck. I took his weight full on, with no time to flex or defend myself. The mighty muscleman grabs around my waist and drags my 190-lbs up into a reverse bearhug. URK! He humps my ass as he bites my neck seductively. I grip his forearms as I fight to breathe. I let out a moan.
“Yeah, the nasty boy likes playing with his Daddy.”
“NO!”
I struggle. Blue Collar Beef releases the bearhug by grabbing my bulge in one hand and a nipple in the other. He keeps grinding my ass and working my neck. I squirm and fight, but it feels great. I’m in sensory overload as he has his way with my body. My synapses are firing, just not in the right way. No fight or flight for me. Just writhing as I’m treated like a body pillow.
The big man spins me to face Pete’s camera, “See, fans? For the right price, this could be you. Just search Blue Collar Beef and have your credit card ready.”
I hate being his helpless plaything. I will myself to fight back. He adds his mouth back on my neck. My eyes roll back in my head. I keep struggling futilely. I focus my mind and body. I’m better than this. I got over my sensitivity. I can resist this. I go limp in his grasp. A soft chuckle comes from his lips as he senses my submission to his charm and seductive manhandling.
“Good boy.”
I suddenly lash out with unexpected speed. I turn and whip my elbow back, connecting with the side of his head. WHACK! I pull free, twisting and stumbling. I reach the corner. Bracing myself with one hand on the turnbuckle. YES! I did it. I just need a second to catch my breath. I ignore my throbbing cock in my trunks. It’s uncomfortable but I need to focus on fighting.
With my wits back, I turn to face him. OH SHIT! I spin right into a charging clothesline. THWAK! The force nearly takes my head off as my feet leave the canvas. I land on the back of my head and shoulders. BOOM! Blue Collar Beef grabs my mask and drags me up. He spins me into a standing dragon sleeper. My arms hang down stretched out with my palms facing up.
“Suck on my sweaty pit while I go exploring, little Star.”
Blue Collar Beef’s paw runs over my smooth, sculpted torso. He owns my nipples, making me flinch and dance for him. He laughs and promises fans the same feeling. “This boy loves it. So will you.” I groan at his non-stop ad for his whore service, but my mouth is smothered by his pit. When his finger slides into my bellybutton and twirls, I thrash in surprise and ecstasy. FUCK!
The massive muscleman finally reaches my manhood. He forces his paw into my black trunks. He grabs my bulge and expertly manhandles it. He’s rough but not too rough. With my pre-cum flowing, his hand slicks up and slides all around. I whimper at his touch. He pushes my trunks down, wedging them under my balls. Freed from their spandex prison, he starts milking me.
I beg him to stop, “NO! Please! No!”
The mighty muscleman ignores me, “Nice meat, boy.” He pushes it down and I yelp. When he lets go, it flies up, slapping against my pelvis. WHAP! He pushes it down again. “Yeah, real nice. I like how springy it is.” Again, he releases it. WHAP! A third push goes further.
I cry out into his armpit, “It hurts!”
“Poor baby. Can’t hurt that much. You ain’t getting soft.”
I whimper, “It hurts!”
Blue Collar Beef lets go. WHAP! This time, he slaps my chest and drops. I’m driven down, landing hard on the back of my head and shoulders with him on top of me. BOOM! I go limp. The massive muscleman mounts me with his ass on my face. His shins pin my arms and shoulders. He runs his finger along my rock-hard shaft, “So sweet.”
His hand hits the canvas. SLAP! “That’s one, boy.”
SLAP! “And two.”
I fight as hard as I can.
SLAP! “Three.”
As Blue Collar Beef slides off me, he smacks my cock, “Thanks, boy. You’re the best fucking ad I’ve ever had.” I look over as he spins to face Ryan’s camera. A double bicep flex, “Like what you see? You know how to get it.”
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ROUND TWO.
Okay, that did not go as planned. Blue Collar Beef is in business for himself. I can hear Cody’s voice telling me that Street is always in business for himself. I shake that out of my head. It’s not too late to turn this around. I’ve come prepared to own and dominate a big man and that’s exactly what I plan to do. I’m just going to have to pull out some tricks to make it happen.
If dominating through wrestling isn’t going to work, I can borrow tactics from the best. Blue Collar Beef thinks I’m a whimpering sex toy? He thinks he’s a sex machine who can drive any man wild? Let’s see how he handles being on the other side of things when I make him my helpless musclehunk. I spent the break out of the ring. Stretching. And preparing.
Time for fun.
I see the clock winding down. I’ve practiced this a few times. I hope I get the timing right. I finish up outside the ring, sliding it coolly. Nothing going on here. The clock is winding down. Blue Collar Beef is smirking at me. I move in slowly, hands behind my back. His eyes narrow, suspecting something from my casualness. I move to the left, so his eyes follow me.
The massive muscleman asks, “What’s going on behind your back, boy?”
I playfully respond, “You’ll see. When that hits zero.” His eyes narrow. I count down, lying about the time. “Ten.” It’s really five. “Nine.” When I reach six, I wait a beat and sure enough, Cody does what’s supposed to. He rings the bell.
DING! DING! DING!
Blue Collar Beef instinctively turns to look at the clock in confusion. He sees zero. I see a distracted muscle beast. I’m in fast. My hands grab nipples. He moans, not overreacting to the attack. I slide my hands down over his abs and force my right hand inside his trunks. The massive muscleman finally senses a threat and pushes me away. I stumble back.
“What game are you - OH!”
I wag my fingers at him. Yep. Right out of Toyboy’s playbook. A little heat directly on his nipples and balls. As he looks down at his tingling body, I leap up and dropkick his meaty pecs. WHOMP! Unprepared, he stumbles back into the ropes. As he bounces off, I trip him down. He lands face first on the canvas. SPLAT! I reach into the back of his trunks, swiping heat on his hole this time. AH!
Blue Collar Beef throws me off. He gets to hands and knees and I’m on him. I mount him like a horse and grab his thick traps. I clean off my fingers on his flesh, making sure I don’t accidentally get anything on myself anywhere beyond my tingling fingertips. The massive muscleman is cursing. I grab hold of his harness - thanks for wearing this - and ride him.
I reach back and slap his ass. SMACK! “Giddy up, big boy!” I bounce on his back as he starts to take this more seriously. He tries to rise but I jump up and slam my award-winning ass onto the small of his back. BOP! The beefy behemoth grunts before really trying to me off. I jump up and land on his back with both boots. I might only be 190-lbs, but the force flattens him.
Stand proudly on his back, I pose, flexing my muscles. I even bounce my pecs a few times. I hop off and finish cleaning my hands by running them down his thickly muscled back. When I stand up, I unleash my boots on him. STOMP! STOMP! STOMP! Blue Collar Beef squirms under me, trying to escape but he’s clearly distracted by his tingling nipples, balls and hole.
When the massive muscleman does manage to push up to hands and knees, I do a leg drop to the back of his head, driving his face into the canvas. WHACK! Blue Collar Beef is stunned by my relentless assault. First, the gel as a mental distraction. Now, a face-paced and brutal physical attack. Perfect. He doesn’t care about winning. Once I have him suffering, he’ll fold.
I drag Blue Collar Beef up to his feet. I scoop his 235-lbs up across my chest. He’s heavy but I’m strong. I steady his bulk before body slamming him onto the canvas. BOOM! The massive muscleman grunts, his handsome face showing the pain. I drive my boots onto his thick torso. STOMP! STOMP! STOMP! He takes every shot, already giving in to my complete domination.
Have to make him realize this is what fans want, “Yeah, take it, big man!” STOMP! STOMP! STOMP! I pause to flex. “Nothing hotter than a sexy muscle beast getting manhandled by a smaller muscle stud. Watching me wreck a beefcake is gonna drive the fans wild.”
I grab his wrist and lean back, dragging him to his feet and whipping him into the corner. CLANG! I come in fast with a big shoulder block to the abs. THUD! OOF! My football training is paying off. I hop over the top rope and wrap my arms around his neck. I lock on a tight rear naked choke. Time to even things up. I tease, “Go to sleep, stud. This image will sell tons.”
Blue Collar Beef grunts and squirms. I tighten up. I’ve been wrestling for a while and I know how to put a guy to sleep but I’m not an expert, yet. He holds on, moving more. I growl in a low tone, “Yeah, guys love watching a bodybuilder struggling before he goes out to a smaller stud. Always a bestseller.” I feel him go limp. Yes! Oh … he starts fighting my choke again. Fuck!
The beefy behemoth throws himself forward. As he bends at the waist, I’m dragged over the top rope, flipping over his shoulder. WHOA! I land hard on my back. BAM! I sit up immediately, stunned and pissed. Blue Collar Beef gives me a stuff kick between my shoulder blades. WHACK! OOF! He grabs the top of my mask and under my chin, pulling me to my feet.
I kick back, bending my leg to drive my boot up, catching his balls. SQUISH! I pull free, spinning with a dropkick to the massive muscleman’s chest. Blue Collar Beef stumbles back into the corner. I’m in immediately, leaping at him with a big cross-body block across his chest. WHOMP! I bounce off, landing like a cat. My powerful legs push in for another shoulder to his chiseled abs. THUD! OOF!
The mighty musclehunk hangs his head. He’s holding the top ropes for supports as he sits on the middle turnbuckle. I jump onto the middle ropes, my boots on either side of him. I grab a handful of his hair and push his head back. I pull his face into my bulge. I wipe my sweaty crotch all over his face, humiliating him, but in a sexy way that brings out his slut instincts.
I play mind games with him, feeding his ego and entrepreneurial spirit to keep him right where he is, “Yeah, you like that, big boy? Take it in, Blue Collar Beef, like the whore you are.”
The blond muscle beast responds by pushing in deeper. He makes a loud and dramatic smelling sound, making sure everyone watching knows how obedient he is. Perfect. With the big man distracted, I push his head back. I club him with a series of forearms. THWAK! WHACK! CRACK! Blue Collar Beef’s head flies to the side as he grunts in shock and pain.
Suddenly, the rookie powerhouse grabs my ass. He squeezes tight and uses his grip to lift and pulse forward. I lose balance, falling forward over his shoulder. I’m headed to the floor. Yeah, there are mats down, but it’s one heck of a fall. I manage to grab the top of the ring post, using it as the pivot point as I twist in midair. I land on my feet and sticking the landing. PLOP!
That was lucky. Blue Collar Beef is still sitting with his butt to me. I realize that we’re in my corner. Seriously? How perfect is this? I bend down and pull my next trick out of my back. When I stand, the mighty muscleman is starting to move. I reach up and grab the back waistband of his trunks. The red spandex slides down as I pull myself up to kneel on the apron.
With my opponent’s massive glutes exposed, I focus on my target lying between his mountainous ass mounds. I filmed Valet fucking this rookie beefcake up close. I know where to go. Blue Collar Beef isn’t pulling very hard to escape, enjoying me revealing his butt. His whore mindset is making him careless, not anticipating the threat.
I playfully suggest, “Bend over, big boy! Show the fans what you got!”
Blue Collar Beef obeys! He not only bends, but he reaches back and spreads his cheeks! He teases, “You like that, little Star?” I answer by bringing my free hand up. I’m holding a self-lubing butt dildo. I push on the bottom and slick gel squeezes out. I smoothly press it against his hole. The massive muscleman feels it and tries to rise, but I shove the plug in hard.
“FUCK!” The rookie muscle beast gets over the shock fast. He moans as he feels his hole filled by the slick rubber tube. I push it all the way in, and his hole closes up, leaving only the flat base visible. He groans, “What the fuck are you up to, little Star?”
I laugh, “Just getting you ready for stakes, sexy. A little marinade for my Beefy boy.”
I force his trunks back up, covering his perfect ass. I lift high, wedging them between his cheeks. He leans back, letting out a deep howl. I stand on the apron and admire my work. Thanks to Toyboy, I’ve got this hunk horny. Now, I need him to see how hot this is. “Yeah, look at this sexy jobber, men. Sexiest muscle jobber ever? Yeah, I think so.”
I grab his shoulder and spin him around. Blue Collar Beef is remarkably compliant. I tell him, “Hey, muscle slut. Congratulations. You just guaranteed a bestseller.” I grab his head and pull him forward, slamming his forehead onto the top turnbuckle. CLANG! He’s a whore but I don’t need him being able to think too much. I do it again. CLANG! He spins and turns away from me.
With the massive muscleman hunched over, shaking out his head, I’m feeling energized. I effortlessly leap over the top rope and into the ring. PLOP! I move in fast. I grab Blue Collar Beef in a reverse bearhug. He stands up. I surprise him by squatting and lifting, throwing his 235-lbs over with a belly-to-back suplex. BOOM! He rolls onto his side, moaning.
I brag a little, “You’re not the only one who’s strong, big boy.”
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| My muscles aren't just for show. |
Standing over him, I pull out the small remote I tucked in my trunks. I grin, “Wouldn’t be a Toyboy special without something extra.” I push the button. WHIR! Even on low, it jolts the big musclestud. He moans loudly. I tease, “That's a good slut.” I squat down and spank his bare ass. SMACK! “Yeah, men, remember, you can make this whore your plaything, too.”
I stand up, “Show them how you take it, you beefy bitch.”
My eyes go wide. Blue Collar Beef is pushing up to his hands and knees. I kick him in the side, “Stay down!” THUD! He rolls over, back onto his hands and knees. As I move in, the big man pushes up and stands fast. He looks at me with a giant grin. I up the power. WHIRR! The vibrating plug gets louder as it goes faster deep in his ass. A smooth, seductive moan. MMM!
I look down to push it higher. Blue Collar Beef reaches out and grabs my wrist in a tight grip. I look at him. The muscle beast is really grinning now. He casually holds my arm, using my shock to steal the remote from my hand. He shows me the front of it as he increases the power all the way up to ten. WHIRRRRR! Holy fuck. His eyes hold mine as I try to process this.
“Yeah, little Star, that’s how you use it. This is when it feels sooooo good.”
Blue Collar Beef lets go of my wrist and tucks the remote in the back of his trunks. I re-focus, realizing I’ve just been standing here when I should’ve been attacking. Damn! I charge in at him. He grabs me by the neck, lifts and brings me down with a huge chokeslam. BOOM! I writhe at his feet while he impressively flexes, the vibrating plug still buzzing inside him.
The rookie powerhouse kicks me over onto my stomach. He drops down with his shin on the back of my neck. His 235-lbs pushes down on my head, mashing my face into the canvas. Blue Collar Beef roughly pushes the back of my black trunks down, exposing my award-winning ass. He spanks my smooth cheeks hard. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! I cry out.
“Damn, I get the hype, little Star. That is one sweet ass.” His big paw grips my left cheek, and he fondles my round mound. “Yeah, this will work out. Of course, I love all asses, fat, flat, firm, saggy … I please them all. Don’t be shy, fans. No judgment from me. I’ll take yours.”
I grunt, “For a fee!”
“Yep. Not lying about that. Guys think being a whore is easy. Just show up. Fuck. Get paid. Not me. You know why Blue Collar Beef is such a good whore for hire? Why I’m five-star rated? ‘Cause I work at it. I study. I learn. I give the men what they want and need. So, when I get paid to wrestle a cute little muscleboy, I find out what the fans who’re paying me want.”
I struggle underneath him, moving and twisting. My bare ass flexes and relaxes, moving back and forth as I squirm. His 235-lbs of muscle keeps my head and neck pinned.
The massive muscleman muses, “And you know what, little Star?”
I moan under the pressure. I continue to fight to push him off, but he’s got position. When I fight too hard, my neck hurts. Blue Collar Beef spanks my ass. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! The slaps are rough, and I know there are red handprints on my smooth, mountainous butt cheek. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! I cry out. The big man shifts to sit on my back, but I can’t power out.
The butt plug is vibrating louder. Well, his ass is right by my ear. He keeps shifting and the plug gets even louder. Wait. It’s too loud. Oh no! It must be out of his ass. OH! FUCK! It hits my spine. NO! NO! NO! The bodybuilder runs it down my spine to my ass. I struggle harder underneath him. He bounces, slamming his ass onto my head. WHOMP! I get sandwiched between his flexed cheeks and the unmoving ring.
“Yeah, that shake is so nice. Look at that ass go.” SMACK! I settle down. “Now, listen up, little Star. Your fans love you. Funny thing is, they mostly love the way you suffer. They love their SuperJobber. I get it. I’m turned on right now, seeing your red ass shake while you wiggle under me. That’s what the fans who bought this video want to see.”
“NO!”
“Yep. You can call yourself SuperStar, DarkStar, NorthStar or Midnight Star for all they care. Doesn’t matter. You’re still you. You’re not a heel or a villain. You can play one but you’re their hero. And guys wanna see their sexy hero played with. Reduced to a whimpering, whining little boy toy. It’s ironic, isn't it? You're their hero but they want you to suffer.”
I yell, “NO!”
Blue Collar Beef laughs, “Yep. I asked and trust me, that’s what they want. And Daddy always satisfies his customers.”
My hips are lowered, and the massive muscleman sits lower on me. He rests the vibrating plug on the small of my back. I writhe, which earns me another three stinging slaps to my bare butt cheek. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! The powerhouse has my trunks wedged under my massive butt cheeks. I regret choosing a jock under my trunks. My hole is exposed. I try to escape.
UNH! OOF! ARGH!
I can’t move him. Blue Collar Beef puts his hand on my left butt cheek and pushes down, holding me pinned. He says, “Thanks for lubing this thing up. It’ll make this easier.” OH! “For you.” The plug hits my hole. I beg him not to, but he laughs, “Gotta give the men what they want, boy. Blue Collar Beef always does.” Fuck is everything an ad for this guy?
The plug sinks in. I moan. Vibrating on high, the effect is instantaneous. My eyes are rolling back in my head. It feels so good. I go limp under the massive muscleman as he slowly forces the plug deeper and deeper. When the device is fully inside me and driving me insane, Blue Collar Beef slides off me and rises to his feet. Drool runs out of the side of my mouth. Oh fuck. Despite everything, my cock grows under me. I try to crawl away on the mat.
“Can’t wait to fuck this sweet ass.”
Blue Collar Beef grabs my black trunks. He easily pulls them to my boots as I try to focus. I fight to get away. I need time to get this thing out of my ass. It’s taking all I’ve got not to just give into it. Oh fuck, my whole body is on fire. My nipples are hard. My mouth hangs open. My cock is swelling up. He pulls my trunks off completely. In my black jock, nothing is hidden.
Focus. I’ve beaten this trap before.
Unfortunately, that was against a tricky twink. This time, I’m facing the erotic challenge from a massive muscle beast who wants to humiliate me. And is unrelenting. A big paw slides between my legs and grips the wet pouch of my black jock. Fingers wrap around my trapped balls and cock, the thin mesh holding everything in place. I’m dragged up, scrambling to rise.
Blue Collar Beef keeps a tight grip on my package. He turns and easily lifts me across his broad shoulders. I moan loudly as I’m held by my chin and manhood in the torture rack. The rookie powerhouse parades me around the ring. I groan over the sound of the butt plug, which is still pleasuring me, even as the muscle monster bends me with casual brutality. UNH!
The big hand on my jock push is massaging my junk. My cock strains against flesh and fabric, trying to escape the dual prison. The throbbing in my swelling cock grows as it’s held against its will. It wants to rise but can’t do it. I squirm and shift, flailing my arms as I struggle to break free. My dangling legs weakly kick. I start to whimper, high-pitched cries that echo as I suffer.
The bodybuilder laughs, “Just listen to that.” He delivers another fucking ad at my expense, “If you want me to make you make that noise, Blue Collar Beef is always ready to go.”
I swing my hand toward his face, hoping to rake his eyes. The whore for hire actually catches my thumb in his mouth. AH! His lips clamp down and suck on it like a pacifier. My hand is trapped as he casually moves around the ring. My excited whimpering only gets louder, even drowning out the vibrating butt plug that’s controlling my ass and dick. And my mind.
Blue Collar Beef shrugs me off his shoulders. I plummet to the canvas, landing front down. SPLAT! His big boot presses down on my butt cheeks. I can’t see it, but I know he’s flexing over me. The pressure from his boot is crushing my throbbing manhood under me. I lift my hips to ease the pressure, but he pushes down, and I cry out as my pouch is pressed flat. ARGH!
“I think we can give the plug a rest.” Mercifully, he finally shuts off the vibrations. My body goes limp as my adrenaline runs out. “Aw, poor baby. That took a lot outta you, didn’t it sweet boy?”
The massive muscleman steps away. I get only a moment of reprieve before he drags me up to my feet. Blue Collar Beef scoops me up and brings me down with an over-the-knee backbreaker. KRAKT! I hang on his knee, trying to get myself together. He’s relentless. Immediately, a big paw is playing with my bulge, and another is caressing my big pecs.
I try to escape, but the rookie powerhouse holds me in place. Blue Collar Beef bounces his knee. I cry out. His hand slides along the outline of my cock, forcing it down when it wants to go up. After an extended period in the torture rack and now this, my back is screaming, but I’m whining and whimpering in pleasure as my body is manhandled by the massive muscleman.
“What a sexy boy.” Nipple pinches get me thrashing but not enough to free myself. “Get in here.” I’m moaning loudly as I hear footsteps. It has to be Ryan or Pete. “Yeah, fans are gonna want to see this from up top. Zoom in there. Look at this smooth pelvis.” His hand leaves my pouch and tickles my Apollo’s Belt. “Look how his dick is stretching the jock from his body.”
Blue Collar Beef slides his hand into my pouch through the gap on the side created by the power of my erection. He roughly grips my cock. I flinch but he holds me firm. “Let’s see what we got going on here.” My jock is pushed to the side as he lifts and yanks my cock and balls out the side. I groan as my dick is finally free. Too bad he’s got such a tight grip on it.
“Ooh, messy boy. Look at it.” The muscle beast releases my cock and wipes his hand on my abs. He pushes his finger into my stretched navel. The big man swirls it around, tickling me. I go wild, almost escaping but he’s too strong. Blue Collar Beef slides his other hand down to my mask. He pulls my head up and shoves his pre-cum-soaked hand in my face. “Clean it.”
I don’t have a choice as his hand smothers my mouth. I stick out my tongue and lick his palm. “Good boy.” He forces his fingers between my lips. I suck on each one, cleaning them like he’d just had ribs or something. With that job done, I’m dragged back down by my mask, the brief respite for my back now over and I’m back to suffering. FUCK! Why didn’t I fight back when I had the chance?
Having reduced me to a helpless jobber, Blue Collar Beef shoves me off his leg. I roll three times, trying to get to the ropes. It’s tough with my junk hanging out and my back aching. I get close but the rookie powerhouse is on me fast. He drags me up by my mask. I fire a fist at his midsection. THUD! My hand bounces off and all I hear is a chuckle from him.
Blue Collar Beef pulls me into him. He locks on a big bearhug, crushing me in his mighty arms. I gasp as he squeezes. My back seizes up. My arms fall to the side. My head rolls back. I let out short, high-pitched cries as I gasp for air. I stare at the ceiling, trying to focus. When I lift my head, the massive muscleman leans in. His mouth covers mine. His hot breath enters me.
I grip the outside of his shoulders, weakly pushing against him as he molests my mouth. He’s a good kisser. My butt clenches around the silent plug still filling me. I dig my fingers into his upper arms as he continues to crush me. When his tongue slides inside, I use mine to fight. He overpowers me again. I lose focus, my neck and arms go limp. My head falls back.
The massive muscleman attacks my neck. I struggle and squirm, my body crying out from the pain of the powerful bearhug. It’s one of the strongest I’ve been in, on par with the Beau and Xaq. It’s hard to think. When he bites my neck, I realize that I’m going to be left with a hickey. That gives me energy. I manage to lift my arms, clubbing his head. WHACK! THUMP!
Blue Collar Beef lifts me and spins, planting me on the canvas with a belly-to-belly duplex. BOOM! I moan as his 235-lbs of muscle lands on me and I’m crushed between him and the ring. My whole body goes limp under him. I hear his soft laugh. The massive muscleman grabs my cheeks and forces me to look up at him. I stare up, willing myself to fight back but failing.
“You are gorgeous, little Star. I’d fuck you know, but the fans wanted me to finish you in a specific way and if I don’t, I can’t collect on the Gimme Money pledge thing I did.” My eyes go wide, “Oh, yeah, you don’t know. I was never going down for you. No one was willing to pay for that. When I took up an online collection, all the bids were for me to punish you. Told you. I know what fans want.”
I growl, “You tricked me.”
“Yep. I got extra for a dragon, a bearhug, getting you over my knee, and racking you. Guys wanted to see a sexy pin. All checked off my list. But the most money? That’s if I … well, lemme show you.”
Blue Collar Beef rolls off me. He drags me up to my feet by my mask. I’m putty in his hands, barely able to stand. The massive muscleman spins me around. “First, let’s get you hard again.” WHIRRRR! Oh no! The butt plug starts up. Oh fuck. On high! “And now, it’s edging time.” I get confused until his arms wrap around my neck in a rear naked choke. NO!
I violently struggle, but I’m too wrecked to overpower him. All I end up doing is dancing as he slowly brings me closer to losing consciousness. My junk flops around, hanging out the side of my black jock. I grip his arms until he tightens the sleeper. They fall limp. I hang from his mighty arms as I lose consciousness. He eases up and shakes me. I wake up. He tightens up again.
True to his word, the muscle beast is edging me. Not sexually, but in and out of consciousness. I stagger and flail, my body held on display for the cameras as I dangle by my neck. Blue Collar Beef is strong enough to hold me up and that’s the only reason I haven’t gone down. I get walked around the ring, shown from every angle. Made to dance. I drool onto his flexed arm.
I don’t know how long I can -
“C’mon, little Star, get moving. You got boots to polish.”
To wake me up, Street drives his boot down on my pecs. STOMP! I moan and roll onto my side. I cough and shake out my head. Oh fuck. I roll onto my back. The bright spotlights over the ring are blinding me as I regain consciousness. I stretch my arms and legs. My junk is weird. Pressure on it. Trapped in my jock? Did he put it back in the pouch? Why?
My brain starts working. My eyes open, adjusted to the lights. I look over. The blond bodybuilder is hot as fuck. I’ve been fucked by worse. His trunks are off. Cock is rock-hard. Nice piece. Thick. Big purple head. Slight upward curve. Yeah, I get his popularity. I lie back. I run my right hand over my pecs. Down my abs to my pelvis. No fabric. My hand goes lower.
No.
No!
NO!
He didn’t!
I sit up with a jolt as I look at my manhood, cupped in my right hand.
He did.
The muscle beast caged my junk. A tight black band around the base of my cock and balls. A black cage over my limp dick. Locked to the band. I instinctively tug at it. OW! That only causes me pain. I can’t get this off without the key or something sharp. I look up at him. Blue Collar Beef is twirling the key ring around his index finger and wearing a huge smirk.
“I found that cage in your bag, little Star. Were you gonna lock Daddy up?”
I lie, “No. I just borrowed the bag. I didn’t look at everything in it.”
A laugh. “Too bad. That would’ve been hot.” His boot comes in and pressed on the cage. “Trust me. Because this shit is hot. My sexy little Star, all stripped and locked up. Woof.” He tosses the key aside. It bounces and slides along the canvas to the apron before disappearing over the edge and landing on the floor four feet below. CLINK! “Oops. I’m sure we’ll find it.”
I look up at him with wide eyes and a slack jaw.
Blue Collar Beef adds with a wink, “Later.” He moves in. “C’mon, get to kissing my boots, little Star.” I roll to my knees. I’m not in control. I lost. He owns me for the duration of stakes. I lean down and kiss his leather pro boots. SMOOCH! SMOOCH! “Yeah, what a good boy you are. Anyone ever tell you how perfect your pecs are from the angle? Like so round and symmetrical. Damn, boy, you live up to all the hype.”
I swallow hard, staying silent. The musclehunk sways his hips, swinging his big dick. "Suck it, little Star." My hand grips the base of his cock, and I lean in. I start slow and easy, getting into it. The stiffness in back from the match makes me wince but I focus on the task at hand. Blue Collar Beef gently rubs my head. “Good boy. Worship that meat. Yeah boy. Enjoy the flavor of my pre.” He thrusts deeper and my tongue gets a taste of pre-cum. "My customers can't get enough."
As I move, my ass naturally clenches. I realize there’s no plug. I’d gotten so used to it being inside me. I pull off and look back. The massive muscleman palms the top of my head, “Stay focused, little Star. Yeah, you’re feeling empty, but Daddy Beef will fill you up real soon.” He squeezes and pulls me back onto his meat. I refocus on servicing his thick, leaking meat.
My right hand works the base as my left fondles his balls. I keep my lips and tongue on the top half, working his big head. “Oh yeah, sweet. Eyes up.” I roll my eyes up to lock on his. He grins, “Now, all you fans out there, if you’re shy about your technique, I work with all skill levels. I’ll love whatever you bring. And if you want, I can train you to be as good as little Star here.”
Oh fuck, another ad.
“Hands down, boy.” I drop my hands as he grips my head. Blue Collar Beef holds me in place, taking control. He drives in deep, keeping my head back slightly so he can hold my eyes while he pounds my throat. “Nice, little Star. You used to handling big meat.” I let out a choked snort. Dude, I handle the biggest. “Yeah. Another thing I can teach you men out there. No lesson needed here, right?”
I nod as much as I can. Seeing that I’m more than able to take him, Blue Collar Beef goes harder and deeper. The gentle face fuck gets rough. Ruthless. Relentless. And a bunch of other words that don’t start with ‘r’. My face turns red under my mask as he brutally ravages my mouth and throat. I endure it all, gagging occasionally but impressing him with my skills.
Sweating and gasping, the massive muscleman has to quit before me. He slides out and steps back. I grin, feeling like I finally had a victory. Small, but it’s something. “Get up, little Star.” I gingerly roll onto my hip and work my way up. I have time as the blond beast sheathes his own cock. The wrestling and kneeling have me tight, but I rise confidently, pecs high and butt flexed.
“Good boy. Now, turn around.” The burly behemoth pats my butt. “Damn right. Now, I know there are guys thinking your ass doesn’t measure up but remember, I’m accept all kinds.”
I snark, “For the right price.”
“Well yeah. Ain’t nothing for free in this life, little Star.”
The massive muscleman moves in close. He presses his muscular body into mine. His paws seductively slide over my hip. I flinch. “It’s okay, little Star. Daddy won’t hurt you.” I laugh and sink back into him. “Good boy. Let Daddy take care of you.” His hands roam up and down my torso as he kisses the side of my neck. I like this part. He plays with my pecs, and I whimper.
When his right hand slides down, he cups my locked-up manhood. “Cage feeling tight?” I nod, admitting that my meat is straining against the black plastic prison. He pushes on the cage, forcing my hips back. His wrapped cock splits my cheeks. As his tongue flicks my ear, his left hand guides his rod to my hole. He orders, “Back up onto it, little Star.” I moan and push back.
I groan as his thick cock penetrates me, breaking through my hole and sliding inside. The lubed plug has opened me up, so he slowly goes balls deep on the first push. I close my eyes and moan as he splits me in two. His cock is thicker than the plug, filling me up. I feel his hands slither up my torso as he just holds inside me. He goes higher and higher, forcing my arms up.
Blue Collar Beef locks me in a full nelson. I cry out. I hang in the hold, impaled on his cock as my own remains painfully trapped inside the tight black cage. The burly behemoth forces me against the ropes, walking me like some kind of perverse marionette. My front is braced against the steel cables, the top one cutting below my abs and the middle above my junk.
The massive muscleman starts thrusting. Oh fuck. I’m forced to look down, staring right at Pete’s camera capturing my front as I’m fucked. Ryan is off to the side in the ring, ensuring they get the fuck and my reaction to it. Helpless and humiliated, my fans should be ecstatic. The whole scene has my cock fighting against the cage, desperate to stand hard and proud but kept small and useless.
Blue Collar Beef is really plowing my ass now. He’s built up a powerful head of steam, driving with each thrust. I can go nowhere; the ropes already pushed to their max by our combined 425-lbs of muscle. I moan and cry out. When the thick rod inside me hits my spot, I gasp. My voice goes up and I whimper. My nipples are hard, the striations in my muscles obvious. Every part of me is popping. Except the one between my legs.
The blond beefcake releases the nelson. I collapse on the top rope, using it for support. Blue Collar Beef pulls us slightly back before forcing my head under the top rope. He pulls my arms back over it and locks on a double chicken wing. I hang outside the ring, my upper body leaning forward as my lower body remains inside. The angle pushes my ass back and my pecs out.
“Yeah, that’s sexy. Right, little Star?”
I whine, “Yes, Daddy!”
“Good boy.”
Blue Collar Beef resumes ruthlessly pounding my hole, taking his victory and making it last. Pete is down low, capturing the full angle of my caged manhood, heaving abs, bulging pecs and erect nipples as I’m fucked. My mind empties. I’m lost in the moment, just grunting and gasping as the rookie powerhouse owns my ass. I can barely think when he slides out.
I’m roughly dragged back into the ring. I have no agency, just moving whichever way I’m pushed and shoved. I drop to my knees in front of him. When the condom comes off, Blue Collar Beef jerks himself. It doesn’t take long before he erupts, coating my sculpted pecs with his load. The hot white seed splashes onto my smooth tanned chest, soaking my temporary ’S’ chest tattoo.
The blond bodybuilder grabs my head, finishing off in my mouth. I swallow the final few shots before cleaning the remnants of his cum and sweat from his thick meat. Blue Collar Beef slides out, soft and drained. We lock eyes as he grins, satisfied with how he played me.
“Gonna be a best seller, little Star.”
“Yes, Daddy.”
With that, the blond bodybuilder flexes for the cameras before heading to the back.
“How’re you feeling, Jae?”
“Don’t gloat, Cody.”
My boyfriend sits next to me, “I’m not.” I look at him and he’s telling the truth. He’s not gloating. He’s just smiling at me with love. It gives me a boost. I smile back. Cody pauses, giving me an opening to talk. When I don’t, he finally says, “It was a hot match.”
I frown, “Thanks.”
We sit quietly. Cody doesn’t speak. He’s here to listen.
I admit, “I really would’ve liked to dominate a big man for once. You know?”
“I know.”
“I feel like I can but when the time comes, I can’t. And Street took me back to my early days when I was so sensitive I’d go down to the slightest touch. I thought I was past that.” Cody reaches around my shoulder and pulls me into him. “I’m not going to stop trying, babe. I’m going to keep facing new big guys.” I pause before adding, “Maybe you can help me?”
“Any time.” I lean into Cody. He says, “It’s not easy. I don’t do great against them, either.”
I’m surprised by his humility. I remind him, “You’ve beaten plenty of big guys, Cody. You beat Ram. And Miguel. Beau. Buck. Chris. And Josh, of course.”
“True. I have beaten all those guys. A couple of them multiple times.”
That cocky tone. I sit up and look him in the eye. I growl, “Did you just manipulate me into naming off a bunch of your most impressive victories after I just had a disappointing loss?”
Cody smirks, “Did I?” I shake my head, unable to resist his charming playfulness. God, I love him. My boyfriend turns to straddle the bench. He rubs my chest and leans into my ear, “Are you mad?” He flicks my ear with his tongue and tweaks my nipple. I flinch and moan. He whispers, “You didn’t get to cum. You must have all kinds of unused energy built up.”
I nod, lost in his touch, “Uh huh.”
“Villain energy.”
“Mmm. Uh huh.”
“You have to release it, jagi. I’m not a super-heavyweight. But I’m here. For you. Always.”
I turn and look my alpha male boyfriend in the eye. I don’t top him very often but it looks like he’s serious. I still ask, “You’re serious?” A wink and a smirk. How can I resist? I order, “Get naked.” A grin. Cody stands up and strips in seconds. He’s had a lot of practice getting naked fast. I point, “Get the shower steam going. I’ll join you. No touching yourself.”
A mock salute, “Yes, sir.”
Cody struts to the shower room. I admire my naked man. Sure, it’ll be fake domination with my boyfriend, which is different than real domination in the ring, but honestly? This will be hotter. And more fun. Suddenly, I’m happy Street left me with blue balls. When I walk in, Cody has the room steamy. His monster cock is rock-hard and he’s ready to let me control the moment.
Damn, I love him so much.
My eyes go wide. Blue Collar Beef is pushing up to his hands and knees. I kick him in the side, “Stay down!” THUD! He rolls over, back onto his hands and knees. As I move in, the big man pushes up and stands fast. He looks at me with a giant grin. I up the power. WHIRR! The vibrating plug gets louder as it goes faster deep in his ass. A smooth, seductive moan. MMM!
I look down to push it higher. Blue Collar Beef reaches out and grabs my wrist in a tight grip. I look at him. The muscle beast is really grinning now. He casually holds my arm, using my shock to steal the remote from my hand. He shows me the front of it as he increases the power all the way up to ten. WHIRRRRR! Holy fuck. His eyes hold mine as I try to process this.
“Yeah, little Star, that’s how you use it. This is when it feels sooooo good.”
Blue Collar Beef lets go of my wrist and tucks the remote in the back of his trunks. I re-focus, realizing I’ve just been standing here when I should’ve been attacking. Damn! I charge in at him. He grabs me by the neck, lifts and brings me down with a huge chokeslam. BOOM! I writhe at his feet while he impressively flexes, the vibrating plug still buzzing inside him.
The rookie powerhouse kicks me over onto my stomach. He drops down with his shin on the back of my neck. His 235-lbs pushes down on my head, mashing my face into the canvas. Blue Collar Beef roughly pushes the back of my black trunks down, exposing my award-winning ass. He spanks my smooth cheeks hard. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! I cry out.
“Damn, I get the hype, little Star. That is one sweet ass.” His big paw grips my left cheek, and he fondles my round mound. “Yeah, this will work out. Of course, I love all asses, fat, flat, firm, saggy … I please them all. Don’t be shy, fans. No judgment from me. I’ll take yours.”
I grunt, “For a fee!”
“Yep. Not lying about that. Guys think being a whore is easy. Just show up. Fuck. Get paid. Not me. You know why Blue Collar Beef is such a good whore for hire? Why I’m five-star rated? ‘Cause I work at it. I study. I learn. I give the men what they want and need. So, when I get paid to wrestle a cute little muscleboy, I find out what the fans who’re paying me want.”
I struggle underneath him, moving and twisting. My bare ass flexes and relaxes, moving back and forth as I squirm. His 235-lbs of muscle keeps my head and neck pinned.
The massive muscleman muses, “And you know what, little Star?”
I moan under the pressure. I continue to fight to push him off, but he’s got position. When I fight too hard, my neck hurts. Blue Collar Beef spanks my ass. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! The slaps are rough, and I know there are red handprints on my smooth, mountainous butt cheek. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! I cry out. The big man shifts to sit on my back, but I can’t power out.
The butt plug is vibrating louder. Well, his ass is right by my ear. He keeps shifting and the plug gets even louder. Wait. It’s too loud. Oh no! It must be out of his ass. OH! FUCK! It hits my spine. NO! NO! NO! The bodybuilder runs it down my spine to my ass. I struggle harder underneath him. He bounces, slamming his ass onto my head. WHOMP! I get sandwiched between his flexed cheeks and the unmoving ring.
“Yeah, that shake is so nice. Look at that ass go.” SMACK! I settle down. “Now, listen up, little Star. Your fans love you. Funny thing is, they mostly love the way you suffer. They love their SuperJobber. I get it. I’m turned on right now, seeing your red ass shake while you wiggle under me. That’s what the fans who bought this video want to see.”
“NO!”
“Yep. You can call yourself SuperStar, DarkStar, NorthStar or Midnight Star for all they care. Doesn’t matter. You’re still you. You’re not a heel or a villain. You can play one but you’re their hero. And guys wanna see their sexy hero played with. Reduced to a whimpering, whining little boy toy. It’s ironic, isn't it? You're their hero but they want you to suffer.”
I yell, “NO!”
Blue Collar Beef laughs, “Yep. I asked and trust me, that’s what they want. And Daddy always satisfies his customers.”
My hips are lowered, and the massive muscleman sits lower on me. He rests the vibrating plug on the small of my back. I writhe, which earns me another three stinging slaps to my bare butt cheek. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! The powerhouse has my trunks wedged under my massive butt cheeks. I regret choosing a jock under my trunks. My hole is exposed. I try to escape.
UNH! OOF! ARGH!
I can’t move him. Blue Collar Beef puts his hand on my left butt cheek and pushes down, holding me pinned. He says, “Thanks for lubing this thing up. It’ll make this easier.” OH! “For you.” The plug hits my hole. I beg him not to, but he laughs, “Gotta give the men what they want, boy. Blue Collar Beef always does.” Fuck is everything an ad for this guy?
The plug sinks in. I moan. Vibrating on high, the effect is instantaneous. My eyes are rolling back in my head. It feels so good. I go limp under the massive muscleman as he slowly forces the plug deeper and deeper. When the device is fully inside me and driving me insane, Blue Collar Beef slides off me and rises to his feet. Drool runs out of the side of my mouth. Oh fuck. Despite everything, my cock grows under me. I try to crawl away on the mat.
“Can’t wait to fuck this sweet ass.”
Blue Collar Beef grabs my black trunks. He easily pulls them to my boots as I try to focus. I fight to get away. I need time to get this thing out of my ass. It’s taking all I’ve got not to just give into it. Oh fuck, my whole body is on fire. My nipples are hard. My mouth hangs open. My cock is swelling up. He pulls my trunks off completely. In my black jock, nothing is hidden.
Focus. I’ve beaten this trap before.
Unfortunately, that was against a tricky twink. This time, I’m facing the erotic challenge from a massive muscle beast who wants to humiliate me. And is unrelenting. A big paw slides between my legs and grips the wet pouch of my black jock. Fingers wrap around my trapped balls and cock, the thin mesh holding everything in place. I’m dragged up, scrambling to rise.
Blue Collar Beef keeps a tight grip on my package. He turns and easily lifts me across his broad shoulders. I moan loudly as I’m held by my chin and manhood in the torture rack. The rookie powerhouse parades me around the ring. I groan over the sound of the butt plug, which is still pleasuring me, even as the muscle monster bends me with casual brutality. UNH!
The big hand on my jock push is massaging my junk. My cock strains against flesh and fabric, trying to escape the dual prison. The throbbing in my swelling cock grows as it’s held against its will. It wants to rise but can’t do it. I squirm and shift, flailing my arms as I struggle to break free. My dangling legs weakly kick. I start to whimper, high-pitched cries that echo as I suffer.
The bodybuilder laughs, “Just listen to that.” He delivers another fucking ad at my expense, “If you want me to make you make that noise, Blue Collar Beef is always ready to go.”
I swing my hand toward his face, hoping to rake his eyes. The whore for hire actually catches my thumb in his mouth. AH! His lips clamp down and suck on it like a pacifier. My hand is trapped as he casually moves around the ring. My excited whimpering only gets louder, even drowning out the vibrating butt plug that’s controlling my ass and dick. And my mind.
Blue Collar Beef shrugs me off his shoulders. I plummet to the canvas, landing front down. SPLAT! His big boot presses down on my butt cheeks. I can’t see it, but I know he’s flexing over me. The pressure from his boot is crushing my throbbing manhood under me. I lift my hips to ease the pressure, but he pushes down, and I cry out as my pouch is pressed flat. ARGH!
“I think we can give the plug a rest.” Mercifully, he finally shuts off the vibrations. My body goes limp as my adrenaline runs out. “Aw, poor baby. That took a lot outta you, didn’t it sweet boy?”
The massive muscleman steps away. I get only a moment of reprieve before he drags me up to my feet. Blue Collar Beef scoops me up and brings me down with an over-the-knee backbreaker. KRAKT! I hang on his knee, trying to get myself together. He’s relentless. Immediately, a big paw is playing with my bulge, and another is caressing my big pecs.
I try to escape, but the rookie powerhouse holds me in place. Blue Collar Beef bounces his knee. I cry out. His hand slides along the outline of my cock, forcing it down when it wants to go up. After an extended period in the torture rack and now this, my back is screaming, but I’m whining and whimpering in pleasure as my body is manhandled by the massive muscleman.
“What a sexy boy.” Nipple pinches get me thrashing but not enough to free myself. “Get in here.” I’m moaning loudly as I hear footsteps. It has to be Ryan or Pete. “Yeah, fans are gonna want to see this from up top. Zoom in there. Look at this smooth pelvis.” His hand leaves my pouch and tickles my Apollo’s Belt. “Look how his dick is stretching the jock from his body.”
Blue Collar Beef slides his hand into my pouch through the gap on the side created by the power of my erection. He roughly grips my cock. I flinch but he holds me firm. “Let’s see what we got going on here.” My jock is pushed to the side as he lifts and yanks my cock and balls out the side. I groan as my dick is finally free. Too bad he’s got such a tight grip on it.
“Ooh, messy boy. Look at it.” The muscle beast releases my cock and wipes his hand on my abs. He pushes his finger into my stretched navel. The big man swirls it around, tickling me. I go wild, almost escaping but he’s too strong. Blue Collar Beef slides his other hand down to my mask. He pulls my head up and shoves his pre-cum-soaked hand in my face. “Clean it.”
I don’t have a choice as his hand smothers my mouth. I stick out my tongue and lick his palm. “Good boy.” He forces his fingers between my lips. I suck on each one, cleaning them like he’d just had ribs or something. With that job done, I’m dragged back down by my mask, the brief respite for my back now over and I’m back to suffering. FUCK! Why didn’t I fight back when I had the chance?
Having reduced me to a helpless jobber, Blue Collar Beef shoves me off his leg. I roll three times, trying to get to the ropes. It’s tough with my junk hanging out and my back aching. I get close but the rookie powerhouse is on me fast. He drags me up by my mask. I fire a fist at his midsection. THUD! My hand bounces off and all I hear is a chuckle from him.
Blue Collar Beef pulls me into him. He locks on a big bearhug, crushing me in his mighty arms. I gasp as he squeezes. My back seizes up. My arms fall to the side. My head rolls back. I let out short, high-pitched cries as I gasp for air. I stare at the ceiling, trying to focus. When I lift my head, the massive muscleman leans in. His mouth covers mine. His hot breath enters me.
I grip the outside of his shoulders, weakly pushing against him as he molests my mouth. He’s a good kisser. My butt clenches around the silent plug still filling me. I dig my fingers into his upper arms as he continues to crush me. When his tongue slides inside, I use mine to fight. He overpowers me again. I lose focus, my neck and arms go limp. My head falls back.
The massive muscleman attacks my neck. I struggle and squirm, my body crying out from the pain of the powerful bearhug. It’s one of the strongest I’ve been in, on par with the Beau and Xaq. It’s hard to think. When he bites my neck, I realize that I’m going to be left with a hickey. That gives me energy. I manage to lift my arms, clubbing his head. WHACK! THUMP!
Blue Collar Beef lifts me and spins, planting me on the canvas with a belly-to-belly duplex. BOOM! I moan as his 235-lbs of muscle lands on me and I’m crushed between him and the ring. My whole body goes limp under him. I hear his soft laugh. The massive muscleman grabs my cheeks and forces me to look up at him. I stare up, willing myself to fight back but failing.
“You are gorgeous, little Star. I’d fuck you know, but the fans wanted me to finish you in a specific way and if I don’t, I can’t collect on the Gimme Money pledge thing I did.” My eyes go wide, “Oh, yeah, you don’t know. I was never going down for you. No one was willing to pay for that. When I took up an online collection, all the bids were for me to punish you. Told you. I know what fans want.”
I growl, “You tricked me.”
“Yep. I got extra for a dragon, a bearhug, getting you over my knee, and racking you. Guys wanted to see a sexy pin. All checked off my list. But the most money? That’s if I … well, lemme show you.”
Blue Collar Beef rolls off me. He drags me up to my feet by my mask. I’m putty in his hands, barely able to stand. The massive muscleman spins me around. “First, let’s get you hard again.” WHIRRRR! Oh no! The butt plug starts up. Oh fuck. On high! “And now, it’s edging time.” I get confused until his arms wrap around my neck in a rear naked choke. NO!
I violently struggle, but I’m too wrecked to overpower him. All I end up doing is dancing as he slowly brings me closer to losing consciousness. My junk flops around, hanging out the side of my black jock. I grip his arms until he tightens the sleeper. They fall limp. I hang from his mighty arms as I lose consciousness. He eases up and shakes me. I wake up. He tightens up again.
True to his word, the muscle beast is edging me. Not sexually, but in and out of consciousness. I stagger and flail, my body held on display for the cameras as I dangle by my neck. Blue Collar Beef is strong enough to hold me up and that’s the only reason I haven’t gone down. I get walked around the ring, shown from every angle. Made to dance. I drool onto his flexed arm.
I don’t know how long I can -
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BEEF STAKES.
“C’mon, little Star, get moving. You got boots to polish.”
To wake me up, Street drives his boot down on my pecs. STOMP! I moan and roll onto my side. I cough and shake out my head. Oh fuck. I roll onto my back. The bright spotlights over the ring are blinding me as I regain consciousness. I stretch my arms and legs. My junk is weird. Pressure on it. Trapped in my jock? Did he put it back in the pouch? Why?
My brain starts working. My eyes open, adjusted to the lights. I look over. The blond bodybuilder is hot as fuck. I’ve been fucked by worse. His trunks are off. Cock is rock-hard. Nice piece. Thick. Big purple head. Slight upward curve. Yeah, I get his popularity. I lie back. I run my right hand over my pecs. Down my abs to my pelvis. No fabric. My hand goes lower.
No.
No!
NO!
He didn’t!
I sit up with a jolt as I look at my manhood, cupped in my right hand.
He did.
The muscle beast caged my junk. A tight black band around the base of my cock and balls. A black cage over my limp dick. Locked to the band. I instinctively tug at it. OW! That only causes me pain. I can’t get this off without the key or something sharp. I look up at him. Blue Collar Beef is twirling the key ring around his index finger and wearing a huge smirk.
“I found that cage in your bag, little Star. Were you gonna lock Daddy up?”
I lie, “No. I just borrowed the bag. I didn’t look at everything in it.”
A laugh. “Too bad. That would’ve been hot.” His boot comes in and pressed on the cage. “Trust me. Because this shit is hot. My sexy little Star, all stripped and locked up. Woof.” He tosses the key aside. It bounces and slides along the canvas to the apron before disappearing over the edge and landing on the floor four feet below. CLINK! “Oops. I’m sure we’ll find it.”
I look up at him with wide eyes and a slack jaw.
Blue Collar Beef adds with a wink, “Later.” He moves in. “C’mon, get to kissing my boots, little Star.” I roll to my knees. I’m not in control. I lost. He owns me for the duration of stakes. I lean down and kiss his leather pro boots. SMOOCH! SMOOCH! “Yeah, what a good boy you are. Anyone ever tell you how perfect your pecs are from the angle? Like so round and symmetrical. Damn, boy, you live up to all the hype.”
I swallow hard, staying silent. The musclehunk sways his hips, swinging his big dick. "Suck it, little Star." My hand grips the base of his cock, and I lean in. I start slow and easy, getting into it. The stiffness in back from the match makes me wince but I focus on the task at hand. Blue Collar Beef gently rubs my head. “Good boy. Worship that meat. Yeah boy. Enjoy the flavor of my pre.” He thrusts deeper and my tongue gets a taste of pre-cum. "My customers can't get enough."
As I move, my ass naturally clenches. I realize there’s no plug. I’d gotten so used to it being inside me. I pull off and look back. The massive muscleman palms the top of my head, “Stay focused, little Star. Yeah, you’re feeling empty, but Daddy Beef will fill you up real soon.” He squeezes and pulls me back onto his meat. I refocus on servicing his thick, leaking meat.
My right hand works the base as my left fondles his balls. I keep my lips and tongue on the top half, working his big head. “Oh yeah, sweet. Eyes up.” I roll my eyes up to lock on his. He grins, “Now, all you fans out there, if you’re shy about your technique, I work with all skill levels. I’ll love whatever you bring. And if you want, I can train you to be as good as little Star here.”
Oh fuck, another ad.
“Hands down, boy.” I drop my hands as he grips my head. Blue Collar Beef holds me in place, taking control. He drives in deep, keeping my head back slightly so he can hold my eyes while he pounds my throat. “Nice, little Star. You used to handling big meat.” I let out a choked snort. Dude, I handle the biggest. “Yeah. Another thing I can teach you men out there. No lesson needed here, right?”
I nod as much as I can. Seeing that I’m more than able to take him, Blue Collar Beef goes harder and deeper. The gentle face fuck gets rough. Ruthless. Relentless. And a bunch of other words that don’t start with ‘r’. My face turns red under my mask as he brutally ravages my mouth and throat. I endure it all, gagging occasionally but impressing him with my skills.
Sweating and gasping, the massive muscleman has to quit before me. He slides out and steps back. I grin, feeling like I finally had a victory. Small, but it’s something. “Get up, little Star.” I gingerly roll onto my hip and work my way up. I have time as the blond beast sheathes his own cock. The wrestling and kneeling have me tight, but I rise confidently, pecs high and butt flexed.
“Good boy. Now, turn around.” The burly behemoth pats my butt. “Damn right. Now, I know there are guys thinking your ass doesn’t measure up but remember, I’m accept all kinds.”
I snark, “For the right price.”
“Well yeah. Ain’t nothing for free in this life, little Star.”
The massive muscleman moves in close. He presses his muscular body into mine. His paws seductively slide over my hip. I flinch. “It’s okay, little Star. Daddy won’t hurt you.” I laugh and sink back into him. “Good boy. Let Daddy take care of you.” His hands roam up and down my torso as he kisses the side of my neck. I like this part. He plays with my pecs, and I whimper.
When his right hand slides down, he cups my locked-up manhood. “Cage feeling tight?” I nod, admitting that my meat is straining against the black plastic prison. He pushes on the cage, forcing my hips back. His wrapped cock splits my cheeks. As his tongue flicks my ear, his left hand guides his rod to my hole. He orders, “Back up onto it, little Star.” I moan and push back.
I groan as his thick cock penetrates me, breaking through my hole and sliding inside. The lubed plug has opened me up, so he slowly goes balls deep on the first push. I close my eyes and moan as he splits me in two. His cock is thicker than the plug, filling me up. I feel his hands slither up my torso as he just holds inside me. He goes higher and higher, forcing my arms up.
Blue Collar Beef locks me in a full nelson. I cry out. I hang in the hold, impaled on his cock as my own remains painfully trapped inside the tight black cage. The burly behemoth forces me against the ropes, walking me like some kind of perverse marionette. My front is braced against the steel cables, the top one cutting below my abs and the middle above my junk.
The massive muscleman starts thrusting. Oh fuck. I’m forced to look down, staring right at Pete’s camera capturing my front as I’m fucked. Ryan is off to the side in the ring, ensuring they get the fuck and my reaction to it. Helpless and humiliated, my fans should be ecstatic. The whole scene has my cock fighting against the cage, desperate to stand hard and proud but kept small and useless.
Blue Collar Beef is really plowing my ass now. He’s built up a powerful head of steam, driving with each thrust. I can go nowhere; the ropes already pushed to their max by our combined 425-lbs of muscle. I moan and cry out. When the thick rod inside me hits my spot, I gasp. My voice goes up and I whimper. My nipples are hard, the striations in my muscles obvious. Every part of me is popping. Except the one between my legs.
The blond beefcake releases the nelson. I collapse on the top rope, using it for support. Blue Collar Beef pulls us slightly back before forcing my head under the top rope. He pulls my arms back over it and locks on a double chicken wing. I hang outside the ring, my upper body leaning forward as my lower body remains inside. The angle pushes my ass back and my pecs out.
“Yeah, that’s sexy. Right, little Star?”
I whine, “Yes, Daddy!”
“Good boy.”
Blue Collar Beef resumes ruthlessly pounding my hole, taking his victory and making it last. Pete is down low, capturing the full angle of my caged manhood, heaving abs, bulging pecs and erect nipples as I’m fucked. My mind empties. I’m lost in the moment, just grunting and gasping as the rookie powerhouse owns my ass. I can barely think when he slides out.
I’m roughly dragged back into the ring. I have no agency, just moving whichever way I’m pushed and shoved. I drop to my knees in front of him. When the condom comes off, Blue Collar Beef jerks himself. It doesn’t take long before he erupts, coating my sculpted pecs with his load. The hot white seed splashes onto my smooth tanned chest, soaking my temporary ’S’ chest tattoo.
The blond bodybuilder grabs my head, finishing off in my mouth. I swallow the final few shots before cleaning the remnants of his cum and sweat from his thick meat. Blue Collar Beef slides out, soft and drained. We lock eyes as he grins, satisfied with how he played me.
“Gonna be a best seller, little Star.”
“Yes, Daddy.”
With that, the blond bodybuilder flexes for the cameras before heading to the back.
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AFTER THE MATCH.
“How’re you feeling, Jae?”
“Don’t gloat, Cody.”
My boyfriend sits next to me, “I’m not.” I look at him and he’s telling the truth. He’s not gloating. He’s just smiling at me with love. It gives me a boost. I smile back. Cody pauses, giving me an opening to talk. When I don’t, he finally says, “It was a hot match.”
I frown, “Thanks.”
We sit quietly. Cody doesn’t speak. He’s here to listen.
I admit, “I really would’ve liked to dominate a big man for once. You know?”
“I know.”
“I feel like I can but when the time comes, I can’t. And Street took me back to my early days when I was so sensitive I’d go down to the slightest touch. I thought I was past that.” Cody reaches around my shoulder and pulls me into him. “I’m not going to stop trying, babe. I’m going to keep facing new big guys.” I pause before adding, “Maybe you can help me?”
“Any time.” I lean into Cody. He says, “It’s not easy. I don’t do great against them, either.”
I’m surprised by his humility. I remind him, “You’ve beaten plenty of big guys, Cody. You beat Ram. And Miguel. Beau. Buck. Chris. And Josh, of course.”
“True. I have beaten all those guys. A couple of them multiple times.”
That cocky tone. I sit up and look him in the eye. I growl, “Did you just manipulate me into naming off a bunch of your most impressive victories after I just had a disappointing loss?”
Cody smirks, “Did I?” I shake my head, unable to resist his charming playfulness. God, I love him. My boyfriend turns to straddle the bench. He rubs my chest and leans into my ear, “Are you mad?” He flicks my ear with his tongue and tweaks my nipple. I flinch and moan. He whispers, “You didn’t get to cum. You must have all kinds of unused energy built up.”
I nod, lost in his touch, “Uh huh.”
“Villain energy.”
“Mmm. Uh huh.”
“You have to release it, jagi. I’m not a super-heavyweight. But I’m here. For you. Always.”
I turn and look my alpha male boyfriend in the eye. I don’t top him very often but it looks like he’s serious. I still ask, “You’re serious?” A wink and a smirk. How can I resist? I order, “Get naked.” A grin. Cody stands up and strips in seconds. He’s had a lot of practice getting naked fast. I point, “Get the shower steam going. I’ll join you. No touching yourself.”
A mock salute, “Yes, sir.”
Cody struts to the shower room. I admire my naked man. Sure, it’ll be fake domination with my boyfriend, which is different than real domination in the ring, but honestly? This will be hotter. And more fun. Suddenly, I’m happy Street left me with blue balls. When I walk in, Cody has the room steamy. His monster cock is rock-hard and he’s ready to let me control the moment.
Damn, I love him so much.
THE END.
Man you have to love Street. Business man through and through. And having fun with it as well.
ReplyDeleteWas sporta hopeing to see Cody teasing his boyfriend for the keys to the chastity cage😁.
Glad the boys at the Cave are back.
Thanks! Street knows what matters (to him) and is a focused dude. Cody definitely could’ve gone either way but chose to be empathetic with Jae. He’s still playful.
DeleteI guess Xaq wasn't the only one who enjoyed the Pink Pink vs Toyboy match. I wasn't really surprised everything went south for Jae considering how Cody called it, but it does show you should always be sure to remember exactly what villainous items were used in a match before bringing someone else's bag to your own match. Would have been interesting to see how the conversation between Winston and Jae went regarding said bag.
ReplyDeleteI prefer the empathetic Cody. He got some slight digs at Jae for being so naive as to not realize how the tables could turn, but still knew that Jae needed support just as much.
Thanks for commenting. Yes, Jae thought he had a good idea, he just lacks the skills of a Toyboy. In pro wrestling, a move can be a finisher for one guy or a mid-match spot that doesn’t really work for another. It’s all about technique.
DeleteBy now, Cody is pretty sensitive to how Jae is feeling. He’s a good boyfriend. :)
This was great! I loved seeing Jae like this, his cocky alter ego was a fun shift at first until Super Jobber made his appearance. As soon as the but plug came out of Jae's bag of tricks, i knew he was in trouble. The cock cage was a great touch too. Amazing work as always.
ReplyDeleteThanks! Always appreciate the comment!
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