“Fuck you,” the Kid gasped out below me. He was rubbing his lower back with his right arm.

“I don’t like your attitude,” I replied, dropping onto his lower back with my right elbow.

He howled and rolled away from me almost the edge of the mattresses, clutching his lower back. I slowly walked over to where he lay. His cock was hard inside his tiny white trunks. I knelt down beside him, grabbing his cock through his trunks. “Looks like you like getting your ass kicked,” I said, squeezing it ever so slightly.

“Fuck you,” he gasped out.

I sat down on his chest with a knee on either side of his head. I reached down with my left hand, grabbed a handful of hair, and pulled his face up into my crotch. I rubbed his face against my hard cock. “You want to suck that, don’t you?” I whispered as he tried to pull his head back. I let go of his hair and his head dropped back against the mattress. I reached down and slapped him lightly before getting up and walking to the opposite side of the makeshift ring. “Whenever you’re ready for more, boy—I’ll be right here.” I looked over at Allen. He’d stripped down to a pair of navy blue wrestling trunks with a yellow lightning bolt across the crotch—which was his trademark. His ring name had been Bobby Lightning. His cock was hard, and there was a wet spot on the front of his trunks where the tip of his dick was. I was never really aware of him and his camera whenever I wrestled; and it had been good training for the video work for me. Some guys could never forget there was a camera trained on them, and it showed in the video later.

But Allen had trained me well, constantly screaming at me to not look at the camera. It hadn’t taken me long to learn how to forget about it, to focus instead on the body of my opponent and what I was doing to it.

There’d been plenty of times when Allen had straddled my head and shoved my face into his crotch, growling at me to kiss his lightning bolt.

I watched as the Kid slowly got to his feet, trying to catch his breath. He glared over at me. Despite how easy that first fall had been, he was still cocky.

I love stomping the cocky out of boys.

“Fucker.” He spat the word at me.

I smiled and pulled my trunks down a bit, so he could see the head of my cock. “You’re going to have to work harder if you want me to fuck you, boy. I don’t fuck pushovers.”

“The only person getting fucked is you!”

I laughed. “It takes a man to fuck me—and you’re just a little boy.”

He launched himself at me, which I hadn’t been expecting. He crashed into me and we went backward into the wall with a crash. He started punching me in the stomach, knocking the wind out of me before I was ready for it. I doubled over a bit, and he grabbed my head into a side headlock and dragged me back out onto the mattresses while I tried to catch my breath. He was squeezing pretty hard, and then he hip-tossed me over onto my back, managing to hang on to the headlock. I twisted, grabbing his wrists and trying to power his arms apart to no avail. He just tightened his grip and I could feel my teeth grinding together.

He’s a strong little fuck.

I managed to get to my knees as he gripped tighter.

I drove my elbow into his abs, and felt his grip loosen.

I did it again, much harder, and his grip broke as he fell back onto his back.

I jumped to my feet. He was lying there, trying to catch his breath. I walked over and brought my right boot down on his stomach. His knees came up, and I stomped him again. I reached down and grabbed a handful of hair, dragging him up to his feet again. His legs were a little wobbly, and I slugged him hard in the abs.

He dropped down to his knees, both arms crossed over his stomach.

I stepped right in front of him and shoved his face back into my crotch.

I rubbed my groin against his face.

And he head-butted me right in the balls.

Hot iron spikes shot up into my intestines as I fell back, my body curled up as I groaned. Vaguely I was aware of him standing over me, saying things in a taunting angry voice. He kicked me in the lower back and I rolled away from him. I was breathing hard and I was furious. The little shit! You want to fight dirty, motherfucker? I’ll show you dirty…

He rolled me onto my back and straddled my head. He grabbed the back of my head and shoved my head into his crotch. “You like that, old man? How do you like it?”

Actually, I liked it just fine. His cock was hard, and his balls felt heavy and full of young man cum. He smelled musty and sweaty—a smell that drives me wild with desire. I let him rub his cock against my face, and then he was rolling over onto his side, taking me with him, and he gripped my head with his quads.

His legs were strong.

I forgot the dull ache in my balls as my head exploded with crushing pain. He was trained well in applying a head scissors, too—Allen had undoubtedly let him know that head scissors were a huge turn-on for me. He knew exactly what to do—apply some blinding pressure and then ease up just as I was about to submit to it…and then once I was able to get some air into my lungs, tighten it up again. He twisted my head from side to side with his legs, pressed himself up onto his arms to get a better angle for pressure. But I wasn’t going to give in to this punk, this little boy who thought he was tough enough to beat Cage at his own game…

FUCK.

The pressure built. Surely he couldn’t keep that up…if I just resisted a little longer…

“I submit! I submit!”

He let go and I fell back onto the mat, holding my aching head. Through the roar in my ears I could hear him taunting me, and I looked up to see him flexing and posing in triumph.

The little fucker.

He was going to pay.

I got to my knees.

“Anytime you’re ready, old man.” He folded his arms and smiled at me.

I got to my feet. I slowly walked toward him. He unfolded his arms and watched my approach. As soon as I was in reach we locked up, collar and elbow. I shoved him down and brought my knee up into his chest. He fell back onto the mattress, and I leaped into the air and came down with my elbow on his abs. His air left him in an explosion, and I grabbed his ab muscles in a claw with my left hand and squeezed. Both of his hands flew to my wrist, trying to get my hand off. With my right hand I grabbed his balls and squeezed. He half screamed.

“You like ball work, boy?” I panted as I gave his balls a brutal squeeze. I let go and he rolled up into a ball—until I grabbed his hair and picked him up, dropping his back across my right knee in a back-breaker. His oh-so-perfect abs were there for the taking. I drove an elbow into them and then ground it into the groove between his top two washboards. With my other hand I reached over and yanked his trunks down to his knees. His cock, oozing a little pre-cum, arched up toward me.

I grabbed his neck and crotch and hoisted him back up in the air, then dropped him down across my knee again. He flipped off, landing on his stomach, and he arched his hard little round white ass up in the air. I reached down and smacked it. It was hard, with little black hairs in the crevice between the cheeks. I grabbed his trunks and yanked them all the way off. I stood over him before dropping down to my knees and wrapping his trunks around his neck, pulling him back. His hands went to his sweaty trunks, trying to get some air as I choked him.

My own cock was aching as I felt his hard little ass bucking up against me.

Once you submit, boy, I thought, I am going to fuck you senseless.

I let go, tossing the trunks to the side. I stood up and yanked my own trunks down. I flexed every muscle in my body as I let out a growl of lust, and with my right foot I nudged the boy over onto his back. I grabbed his ankles and hoisted him, turning him over into a Boston crab. He started screaming almost immediately, and the view of his twisted body, his hard cock hanging there, was sublime. I hoped that Allen’s camera had a good view of it—I was going to want to see it in slow motion.