That Wrestling Moment: Devon Cade - Levels up to Heel Mode (Bgeast.com)

It's always an exciting change to see a heel job or a jobber play the heel role in a match.  So if you'll indulge my imagination, here is Devon Cade leveling up to heel mode.  

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Buckle up for another unsanctioned exercise in gay wrestling or 'That time that Devon Cade turned heel' told in what I assume would be going through his head during the match.  

The Backstory

Devon: Sometimes it's better to receive.  That's what people don't understand about jobbing. That jobbers take everything a heel offers and it's only when he's good and tired himself out do I know that I've done a job well done.  Hence the title - Jobber, a distinction I hold up with pride.  

My classic match against Kid Vicious - that man knew how to break in a jobber. 

Now to be clear, I don't get off on pain.  I'm just like everyone else in that pain obviously hurts.  I do it to prove to my heel that I can take so much abuse from him that I can physically wear him down.  That I drained him of all his energy, not by force, but by taking more than he could put out.  Then I win.  Knowing that I brought out the animal in my heel and then having that animal make me his; It's a heady feeling.

I can't forget my match against the Brooklyn Bodywrecker, even in a handicapped fight he won.  

That's not to say, I didn't sometimes wonder what it would be like to heel for once.  Just once, to feel another man quivering and crumbling helplessly under me. My cock twitched at the thought and then just like that, in walked Jonah Richards...

The Action

Jonah was almost too cute to be real. The moment I glanced, no make that stared at that smooth, lithe body, I knew that I had to have him.  I had to own that ripped, taught body and transform him into my jobber.  

Sure, Jonah got his licks in and got me a few good times, but I was determined to heel.  It went against every instinct I had - I had to zig instead of zag, be the aggressor instead of the submissive, give instead of take.  I was going to make him mine for once versus my natural inclination where I craved to be owned.  

One taste - I was addicted and I'm not talking about kissing Jonah.  I planned to heel during the match but the taste of power I was feeling was a drug.  Something came over me and suddenly it was like I was channeling every heel that ever made me submit and I focused that feeling onto Jonah.  

The Moment 

Sweaty and exhausted, my knees were weak, but I found the energy for one last humiliation.  One last move to show that I was the alpha and that I claimed him.  

I'm always the one to receive the punishment, the one with someone else's cum dripping down my face; but not this time.  This time, well this time I gave it to him and sometimes it is better to give than to receive 😃.  

Will I ever heel again?  Maybe.  The moment I unleashed myself all over poor Jonah I began to come down from my high and my aggression began to lessen.  While a piece of me reveled in dominating and forcing the guy to submit, to my core, I longed for someone else to take control of me.