Encounters: Brian and Santiago (Part 2 of 2)

 

This story was inspired by Vinny Muscle Stallion's story about hiring a masseur.

The stories aren't related, just giving credit where credit is due.

"Devon the Ripped Masseur" by sexyalphawrestler on Gay Demon.

SANTO SHARES HIS STORY.

My mind is spinning. I just beat and bred Santiago, my massive, bodybuilder (ex-)dom in a wrestling match/training session. He’s 28/6’3”/250. I’m a gym-chiseled 38/5’11”/180. Wrestling is one of my passions. Santo said he’d never wrestled before and that was obviously true. During the match, I unleashed a dominant side of myself and uncovered his submissive side. 

The whole experience of manhandling and fucking him was undeniably thrilling, but the aftermath is terrifying. I already had unwanted feelings for him. The match and sex made him human in a new way. Not to be some corny romance novel asshole, but I just can’t quit him. It’s a lot for me to process. It’s too late for second-guessing, but I should not have come here. 

Me (Brian). Him (Santo).

Encounters: Brian and Santiago (Part 1 of 2)

This story was inspired by Vinny Muscle Stallion's story about hiring a masseur.

The stories aren't related, just giving credit where credit is due.

"Devon the Ripped Masseur" by sexyalphawrestler on Gay Demon.

MY HOME OFFICE. VIDEO CALL.

“What the fuck are you saying, slave?”

“I need a break. It’s been fun, but I’m done.” I try to mask my fear with humor, “HA! That rhymed.”

“Shut the fuck up, bitch! We’re back to this little game, are we? Been a few months. I thought I broke you of this bad habit. We both know that I decide when it’s over, not you. Do you remember what happened the last time you tried to quit me? And the two times before that? Are you missing the feeling of groveling to me to take you back? Missing the punishment you earned?”

Master Steele is not happy with me.

Encounters: Denim Duel 2

 

Previously in The Cave: ENCOUNTERS: DENIM DUEL

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FIRST CLASS. 30,000 FEET IN THE AIR OVER NORTHERN GEORGIA USA.

“Last chance, sir. Can I help you with anything else? Anything at all?”

“What?” The first-class flight attendant wags my empty glass. Oh. I didn't even see him take it, I'm so lost in thought. He licks his lips and raises an eyebrow as he waits for me to answer. I finally gather myself, “No thanks. I’m good.”

I adjust the blanket that I’m using to hide the prominent bulge in my pants from the flight attendant. He’s shamelessly flirted with me since I boarded, so I know the outline of my semi-hard cock would not have gone unnoticed. I don’t mind the flirting. It happens. I’m a hairy, bearded, olive-skinned stud that other guys think is handsome. He wouldn’t even be the first (or worst) flight attendant that I’ve fucked. I just have no interest this time.

Me (Steve).

Encounters: Carter's Cosplay Turn (3 of 3)

Check out Part 1 (Chapters 1-3 here)

And Part 2 (Chapters 4-6 here)

CHAPTER 7: SUPERBOY VS. LEX.

SCOTT AND MARK'S BASEMENT. ORCHARD PARK NY.

Me (middle) and the guys.

I bounce around, struggling to focus on the final scene for the day and not what’s happened up to now. I’m lost in my thoughts and emotions. Before I got here, it seemed easy. Just sex in spandex. My biggest concern was if it’d be too unreal, playing someone else, set changes, and cuts between moments. I’m a spontaneous guy and worried this would not get me … excited.

Instead, for a day of roleplay and complex filming, it’s been weirdly intense and real. I’ve forgotten all about the cameras in every scene, even when Mark is right in my face with the handheld camera. I’ve stayed hard and had no trouble submitting or delivering a pretty convincing performance as a young helpless hero. First, I was physically taken down in wrestling. Edged as Robin. Then milked as Green Lightboy. Scott's awesome, making it easy to convincingly submit to him.

Encounters: Carter's Cosplay Turn (2 of 3)

Check out Part 1 (Chapters 1-3 here)

CHAPTER 4: WRESTLING SCOTT

SCOTT AND MARK'S BASEMENT. ORCHARD PARK, NY.

Me (middle) and the guys.

“Lunch settled in that sexy tummy?”

I smile at the compliment. “Yep. I’m good to go.”

“Let’s wrestle.”

Encounters: Carter's Cosplay Turn (1 of 3)

CHAPTER 1: HOW IT STARTED.

PEACE BRIDGE. US CUSTOMS. EARLY FRIDAY MORNING.

“What’s the purpose of your visit?”

“Meeting up with friends for a guys’ weekend. Hanging out. Bills game.” Anticipating his next question, I add, “Coming back to Toronto on Monday.”

The American Customs officer asks, “Where are you staying?” I give my friends’ address. “Are you bringing in any gifts?”

“No, sir.” While some people have called my dick a gift, I don’t have to declare it.

The officer asks the biggie, “Do you have any alcohol, tobacco, firearms or cannabis?” He lingers on that last word.

“No, sir. All clear.”

Encounters: Labor Day

Pre-Match.

“Fuck. Time’s movin’ slower than a possum in the sun.”

The waiting really is the hardest part. The morning went fast enough. I laid out the mats, hung one up on the outside wall of the stone shed. Inside the shed is ready for post-match fun. I put out a cooler with water. Towels. We’re gonna sweat. Actually ironed my gear for the first time ever to look extra crisp. Set up a camera. We’re both gonna wanna remember this one.

Come on, man. I’m ready.

Encounters: Erotic Hotel Wrestling Association 2

The Arch. Spa and Resort. St. Louis MO.

It wasn't easy, but I did it. I fought. I struggled. I fucked. All the way to the top. Well, almost to the top. Just five more minutes and I'll be finishing the job. A shiny new championship belt around my waist. Fuck, my cock is hard and leaking already as I run through how I'm gonna do it.

Ready for my big shot.

Encounters: Erotic Hotel Wrestling Association 1

A Vacation House Rental. Oklahoma City, Oklahoma.

The Husband

“Whoa.”

In response, the lean and luscious 24-year old blond stud simply smiled coyly, his bright white teeth shining. With his stunning face, deep blue eyes, thick mop hair and chiseled body, he was used to making men lose control. Especially when he pumped his body as he had just moments before, making his eight-pack abs and sculpted muscles pop in his shiny pink thong.

The heavyset wrestler gathered himself. At 5’11”/350-lbs, he was a massive monster, more than twice as big as the 6’1”/170-lbs vision in the doorway, and yet he didn’t feel in control of the situation. It was an unusual feeling for him, but the stunning blond was an unusual man, too. As the handsome young god blocked his entry, the big bruiser introduced himself.

Encounters: The Family Reunion

Williams Family Reunion 2019.

“Hey. What up, BP?”

I’m standing behind Mike Powell aka Big Pow aka BP. His head lifts slightly as he asks into the air, “D.J.?” He spins to see if it's really me. When he sees it is, the 28-year old, 6’1”/240-lbs muscleman freezes. He tries to stay chill, but I see the cracks in his calm exterior.

I wait silently, watching his shoulders and arms tense.

Mike finally reaches his hand out, “David Jackson. What are you doin’ here, man?”

Me. David Jackson. DJ, for short.

Encounters: The High School Reunion

The Inn on the Park. Presidential Suite.

“You have won.”

My large manicured hands run over my sculpted and perfectly-trimmed torso as I watch in the bathroom mirror. I turn my remarkably handsome face to admire my professionally-groomed stubble, $300 messy haircut and flawless tanned skin. It costs a lot to look this chill, but I’ve got it and I’m worth it.

I'm almost ready.

Encounters: The Wedding Crash

Hotel Wellington. Kansas City MO. Private Dining Room.

“And so, please rise and join me in toasting Mark and Todd.” We rise and raise our glasses, grateful that the longest and most boring toast in history is done. It wasn’t funny. It wasn’t heart-warming. It wasn’t anything but a rambling mess. At least it’s over. Or not. Brad keeps talking. “I know you two will … blah, blah blah.”

Some of the older folks in the room actually have to lower their arms as the ‘best man’ rambles on for another three minutes before finally letting us clink glasses. CLINK! Everyone starts to mingle as the busboys finally get a chance to clear the plates and refill water glasses. I sit back down at my place and immediately feel Trevor’s hot breath on my ear.

Me. Quinn.

Encounters: Model Roommates 2

This is a sequel to ENCOUNTERS: MODEL ROOMMATES 1

"I don't wanna do it. I HAVE to do it, Jordan.”

I hop out of my convertible, which I can’t afford (hey, it’s LA and we all need a cool car). I’m on the phone with my buddy Jordan. Other than my roommate Porter, Jordan’s the only other guy who knows I’m here. Where’s here? A low-budget motel, outside room 9. I just called to let him know I arrived. He questions my sanity.

I don't want to be a wrestler for hire.
I have to be a wrestler for hire.

Encounters: Model Roommates 1

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Porter and Travis' Apartment. Los Angeles CA.


>“Just another couple of days, Porter. Next week at the latest. I swear I've got the money coming. I just got this booking for an underwear gig. What do you think?”

Me. Travis.

Encounters: Abuse of Power 2

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"Sean. It's Raven. He just left. Packed up all his stuff and just turned the corner. I'm going to wait, make sure he didn't forget anything then I'll move."

Sean tells me, "Perfect. Listen, Jack - sorry, I mean Raven. Fuck, sorry. His gig runs until late, so you have hours to -"

"Hours? No. I'm doing this as a simple cleaning job. You didn't pay me for -"

"Right, right. I'm just saying be thorough. You can't just ... work on the computer and leave. You need to make sure you ... clean everything."

I sigh, "Gimme some credit. I know what my customer needs."

"Okay, okay. I just -"

CLICK.

Whatever this Seth guy has on Sean, it must be bad. He needs the guy's tech destroyed, house searched and any hard drives, memory sticks, whatever, taken. By the time I'm done, they'll be gone and it'll look like a robbery. If he has any cameras, it'll look legit.

Sean and me work out at the same gym. We flirted for a while, both young, hot and gay. He's a huge white muscle guy, while I'm a hard and tight Asian. He's a huge 230-lbs bodybuilder type. I'm a ripped 185-lbs of muscle that looks over 200, thanks to broad shoulders and a narrow midsection. I'm like a 6' tall acrobat. In my line of work, I have to stay strong, but agile.

Me, Raven

Encounters: Elite League of Fighting (Part 2)

"And here is your winner, at 28 minutes and 12 seconds, by submission ... IARDOR!"

The crowd of tall, muscular and beautiful elves cheered loudly. Calemirdir rose off his champion's throne, adjusted his bulge in his black trunks. grabbed his belt from the floor and entered the ring. He rubbed his belt as he looked Iardor up and down. The mighty Calemirdir extended his hand. Iardor accepted with a smile.

Champion Calemirdir

The champion said, "Congratulations on winning the tournament, Iardor. Very impressive finisher. Not as impressive as mine, but I will have to avoid it. In one year's time, you shall have your chance to take this belt from me. Train hard, for I shall be ready."

Encounters: Elite League of Fighting (Part 1)

The room was silent as they waited for the signal, knowing it was almost time for erotic pro wrestling to save Christmas once again.

Lenchon watched out the window. He smiled as he saw the sled, led by nine reindeer, race along the snow then climb into the air before disappearing in a burst of magical, time-defying speed. The elf announced to his tribe, "It is done, brothers. The great wizard has launched. Master Claus is up and away and we are free for 26 hours!"

Lenchon

The elves erupted with cheers. They were a beautiful and majestic race of supermen. The shortest was 6'5" tall, the tallest almost 8'. Once lithe and graceful, centuries of physical labor in this workshop had built their muscles. The immortal beings were still outstanding physical specimens, but many were much more muscular than their ancestors.

Encounters: Thanksgiving 2015

"So, you're back."

"What was your first clue?" Brody says sarcastically as he stands in my barn, wearing just a white undershirt and a pair of white briefs.

Brody

Encounters: Denim Duel

"Oh fu-!" I blurt out sharply.

I stop myself, before finishing, but my outburst has attracted the attention of the handsome white frat boy in the seat next to me. Out of the corner of my eye, I notice he's eying my screen as I fumble for the home button on my iPad. Finally, the screen leaves the frozen image of The Cave's Bane dominating The Bat shining big and bright on the retina display.

Damn, damn, damn.

Fuck I feel stupid!

Encounters: Abuse of Power 1

As soon as the clock strikes 5:00pm, I'm on the radio, signing off my shift and pulling into my driveway. I tell dispatch that I’m on early shift tomorrow and I'll just be keeping my squad car at home tonight. That second part's not true, but I'm sure as hell not telling them where the car will really be. Fifteen minutes later, I'm coming out of my house, changed and ready to kick some fucking punk's ass.

"Hey Officer Sean!" I hear Rick, my pervy next door neighbor, calling out to me from his front stoop. He says, "Wow, um, looking good. I can't believe how you just keep getting bigger."