The Cave Undercard 20: Mr. Riddle vs. Super Soldier

The Cave Locker Room

“Ryan. Question. Is Luke a good wrestler?”

“Hey, Josh. Yeah, he's pretty good.”

Josh.

I head to my locker to grab my phone. I'm actually going to be running pro moves in the ring with Luke, who is one of the guys I'm seeing. Josh is just toweling off after his workout. He likes to use our little weight room for a change of scenery every once in a while. From the incredible pump of his chiseled physique, I'd say it worked today.

Me. Ryan.

The naked muscleman runs the white towel over his long, sculpted legs. As he dries under his massive cock and balls, Josh casually says, “I hear he's an ex-Army guy. It looks like he's got some power. He says he's an experienced grappler. That all true?”

I hesitantly respond, “Yeah, all true. Why are you asking me about Luke?”

“Oh, he wants to wrestle me, but I've only seen him get his ass kicked by Ram. I wanted to make sure those muscles are real. Since he's one of your fuck buddies, I knew you'd know. I mean, I'll plow that ass, but getting into Riddle gear, the cameras and doing that whole thing? Is it worth my time or should I skip the match and just fuck the hell out of him some time?”

I'm surprised, “Luke asked to wrestle you?”

Josh drops his towel and grabs his underwear, “Yep. He asked me on my way to the shower a few minutes ago. And when a guy with an ass like that offers a stakes match, you gotta listen.”

“Huh, I wonder why.”

Josh smirks, “Really? It's so round and firm that I just wanna -”

I stop him, “I meant, I wonder why he asked to wrestle you. Not why you'd want to fuck him.”

“Got it. I don't know. Maybe because he saw my cock.”

It is huge, but I doubt that's it. “Uh huh. I'm just surprised he didn't mention it to me first.”

“It was probably spontaneous. We were just talking. He said I was badass. I said he must be too, because you only date tough guys. I joked that you, him, Pete and Corey would make a killer pro wrestling faction -”

“You brought up Pete and Corey?” In addition to Luke, they're the other guys I'm seeing.

Josh frowns, “Yeah, is that not okay? He already knows about them.”

I shrug, “I know, I just try to keep everything separate as much as possible.”

“Yeah, I don't think you're doing that right, Ryan. You've got them all wrestling for you. Bound to encourage competition. Like I was saying to Luke, you're the main man, the champ. Pete’s the beef, the enforcer. Corey's the prettyboy, the snake. I mean, you got - “

“I know who I've got.”

Josh holds up his hands, “Sorry. Anyway, he was going to check with you to see if we can shoot like tomorrow. Surprised he didn’t find you. So, you free tomorrow night to watch me beat and fuck one of your boys?”

“Tomorrow night? Hm.” I pretend to think about my availability. With my best friend Cody, I'm co-owner of The Cave, a gay-oriented, superhero-themed wrestling video company. Josh wrestles as Mr. Riddle, one of our villains. Luke wrestles as Super Soldier, one of our newer heroes. Yeah, I could make it happen, but I'm really thinking about how I feel about this match.

Josh is 6’3”/230-lbs, with wide shoulders, a narrow waist and sculpted muscles. He's also really good in the ring. One of our best and most brutal guys. Luke is 6’1”/215-lbs and a natural bodybuilder. Like Josh said, he's fresh out of military service. He knows how to submission wrestle and is a tough guy. It would be a sexy villain-hero combination, but is it a mismatch?

I shouldn't be surprised. Luke likes a challenge. It's one of the things that drew us together. While everyone else we've ever met falls for my hot and charming best friend, Luke was initially more drawn to me, because I'm 6’4”/250-lbs of muscle. Thanks to some manipulation by Cody, Luke and I wrestled at the gym and now we've got a casual, open dating thing going.

Luke's preference for big and tough is cool, but also sets him up to lose. He could've crushed a few smaller guys to get his bearings, but hasn't been interested. While he's a fighter and wrestler, he's new to pro-style wrestling. Being in the ring is different and he's still getting used to it. Beating Mr. Riddle would be a huge challenge and I don't like seeing Luke suffer.

Let me be clear. I'm not trying to stop Josh and Luke from wrestling. It'll happen. Cody would stop it if he was in my shoes, but that's just one way we're different. I only wonder if I should delay it to spend more time training Luke. I'm not only big, I'm an experienced pro wrestler and trainer, too. I could give him a better chance. Josh once knocked Cody out of action thanks to some serious arm punishment. I'd hate for that to happen to Luke.

Josh guesses what's going on, “Look, man, if you don't want this, I can back out. Blame scheduling conflicts or whatever. Luke’ll never know it was you.”

I shake my head, “No, no, no. It's not that. It's just timing. Luke's still learning the ring.”

“Is the boss asking me to go easy?”

“No, of course not.”

Josh raises an eyebrow, “Is Bane asking me to go easy?”

I laugh at the mention of my villainous alter ego, “No.”

Josh asks seriously, “You sure? Because I don't wanna upset the big man again.”

Again. I'm forced to remember the last time I was mad at Josh. We had a locker room showdown where I brutally kicked his ass then fucked him hard. It was right after he injured Cody. But I didn't go at him because he hurt Cody’s arm. I went after him because he didn't do worse to my best friend. Yeah, I was in a really dark place and he felt my wrath.

I've apologized. While Josh has forgiven me and we've become friends, he's obviously not forgotten. One day, we'll probably need to have a re-match in the ring. I think he's just waiting to challenge me when he thinks he can take me. He avenged his loss to Cody. I'm sure he'd love to do the same with me.

I reassure him, “Nothing like that will happen. Wrestle Luke like you'd wrestle anyone else.”

Just then, Luke bursts into the locker room, “I can't find - oh, for fuck’s sake. Here you are. Hey, Ryan, I was looking everywhere for you.”

Luke.

I hug and kiss Luke, “Josh was just saying you guys want a match tomorrow. I've got to check with Jae and Cody, but if they're open, we can do it.”

Luke smiles, “Thanks, babe. I already called them. Jae said he's open. Cody wouldn't commit. He said he might have a client, but I know it's because he wanted to check with you first. You're so lucky to have a friend like that. I love how he always puts you first.”

Josh can't hold back a snort of derision. Luke looks puzzled by the reaction. I've never told him about the ups and downs of my nearly lifelong relationship with Cody. Since I brought Josh into our lives during a “down” period, he met us at our worst. Luke came in during this recent “up” period. He only knows Cody at his best, the guy who skillfully hooked us up and is 100% supportive of me.

Speaking of my best friend, I decide to call Cody in front of Josh and Luke so there's no questions about me trying to stop this match. Once I let him know that I approve of the match, he's definitely available. Luke was right. Cody was being a good friend. Anyway, it's all set. Cody will manage the behind the scenes. Jae and I will work the handheld cameras. And these two beautiful musclemen will hopefully put on a killer match.

Josh and Luke shake hands. It's all friendly, but the next time they see each other, they'll be masked and geared up as opponents. I hope Luke knows what he's getting into.

The Wrestlers

As the newer, lesser known hunk, Super Soldier comes out to the ring first. The military muscleman looks incredible. I don't just say that because of our relationship. No, he's 100% classic superhero with his natural bodybuilder physique, tanned white skin, square jaw and dark brown hair. It's all wrapped in USA-flag trunks, a small face mask, red gloves and white leather pro boots.

Super Soldier.

Super Soldier flexes his amazing muscles, giving us some great shots. Under the bright ring lights, his pumped, oiled body shines with his hard work and dedication showing in the definition of his sculpted body. He tests the ropes then runs across the ring, bouncing off. Good, he looks comfortable. As he bounces and shadow punches the air, I think he's actually got a chance to win this.

When the hero is done, Cody sends Mr. Riddle in. Always impressive. The heel wears green trunks, knee pads, head mask and boots, all with black question marks over them. His villainous identity is light, but he's a serious beast in the ring. His proportions are ridiculous - broad shoulders, thick chest, narrow waist and powerful legs. His arms are long, hands huge and inside those trunks is a monster cock that's the biggest in The Cave.

Mr. Riddle.

Mr. Riddle smoothly walks to the ring, looking as confident as he probably feels. He climbs the stairs, never taking his eyes off his prey. Once in the ring, Jae focuses on the villain's flexing body, capturing the methodical routine meant to intimidate the hero. It doesn't appear to be working. Super Soldier looks calm and focused. Good.

With the intros and flexing finished, Cody rings the bell, starting the action.

DING! DING! DING!

Round One

The two musclemen move in for a lock up. Super Soldier knows he’s outgunned, so at the last second, he ducks the charge, going low. He grabs a leg to topple Mr. Riddle, but the villain isn’t fooled. Josh immediately slams his forearm down on the military muscleman’s back. THUD! The hero grunts, distracted while the heel throws his knee up into his jaw. CRACK!

Super Soldier staggers back, dropping to a knee. He shakes out his head, but the villain isn’t going to just wait. Mr. Riddle grabs him by the hair then violently pulls it back, snapping the hero’s neck back as he’s thrown onto his back. WHAM! Super Soldier’s head slams into the mat, stunning him. WHACK! The heel unleashes boots into the chiseled abs. STOMP! STOMP! STOMP!

“Welcome to the ring, baby!”

Mr. Riddle reaches down to grab the hero, but the ailing stud rolls away, slipping out of the ring to recover. The villain spreads his arms then flexes. He has a satisfied grin on his face as he reaches down and fondles his oversized package. Outside the ring, Super Soldier paces, ignoring the show. He nods to himself, assessing the situation then slides back inside the ring.

Immediately, the villain charges in to grab Super Soldier, but the hero is ready. He moves like a gymnast, spinning and sweeping his leg. Mr. Riddle is caught by surprise, tripped onto his ass. PLOP! The hero kicks his foot out, connecting with the bigger muscleman’s jaw. CRACK! The kick puts the heel onto his back, sprawled out dazed.

Super Soldier leaps on top of the villain. He initiates a classic grappling battle, knowing that’s his advantage. The two musclemen roll around, struggling on the mat as they battle for control. Both men build up an awesome sweat for this early in the match. With Mr. Riddle stunned, the hero is able to move the villain around. He locks on a really good armbar.

The bigger stud moans, but he manages to break it and roll onto his side. Super Soldier won’t slow down. He attacks again, going on offense. They roll around the mat, the villain only saved by his incredible power and instincts. The military muscleman adds in body punches as they grapple, making sure every moment is weakening the bigger stud down.

The military muscleman moves faster, smoothly getting in behind the shocked villain. He grabs the heel around the neck then pulls him into a body scissors. The hero locks on a choke as he squeezes his powerful legs. Mr. Riddle struggles to fight off two holds. He blocks the choke, knowing that’s the biggest threat, but he grunts loudly as his sides are crushed in the leg-vice.

Mr. Riddle growls as he throws his body forward. He manages to shift and negate the scissors as he pries the arm from around his neck. the villain bends forward, crawling away for a break. Super Soldier grabs his boot and pulls, dropping the bigger hunk onto his stomach. The military muscleman slaps on an ankle lock, twisting the foot sharply. YEEARGH!

The villain pounds the mat as he feels the pain shooting up his leg. He curses and threatens the hero, but Super Soldier only works the hold harder. The villain slips in the pool of his own sweat as he tries to withstand the torturous hold. With a powerful and sudden thrust, Mr. Riddle manages to throw himself over, toppling Super Soldier and taking the pressure off.

Mr. Riddle slides backwards on his ass, keeping an eye on his opponent. They rise simultaneously, but Super Soldier suddenly slips. No, wait, it’s no slip, it’s a low dropkick that surprises the villain. WHACK! The boots connect with his thigh and knee, sending him spinning around onto hands and knees. With his ass facing the hero, the heel punches the mat again.

Once again, Super Soldier moves faster. The hero spins up then splashes onto the villain’s back. SPLAT! He twists then grabs an ankle. He pulls, lifts and sits down, locking on a single leg crab. Mr. Riddle curses as he pushes up and kicks out, immediately powering out. Super Soldier somersaults to the corner where he smoothly leaps onto the middle turnbuckle, turning to face his still-rising opponent.

Mr. Riddle stands up, unaware of what’s going on behind him. He turns just as Super Soldier leaps out at him with a crossbody block. THUD! The villain somehow manages to catch the flying 215-lbs of muscle. The villain parades around the ring. He spins then body slams the military muscleman onto the canvas with force. BOOM! He puts his boot on the hero’s throat.

The bigger hunk growls, “You think you can get over on me? ON ME? Fuck you, hero!”

The villain lifts his boot, leaving the hero coughing and writhing on the mat. Mr. Riddle kicks his opponent in the side. THUMP! He lifts his huge boots then comes down with stomps that have the hero crying out. STOMP! STOMP! STOMP! The bigger heel reaches down, grabs a handful of hair then drags Super Soldier up. The hero tries a fist to the abs, but the heel ignores it.

Mr. Riddle whips Super Soldier into the corner. CLANG! He moves in, immediately firing big body shots into the hero’s sexy sculpted torso. POW! POW! POW! The military muscleman tries to block them, but the villain’s rage enables him to power through. POW! POW! POW! Within seconds, the smaller stud is barely able to stand, his body red with fist imprints.

The villain grabs Super Soldier around the throat. He lifts him up with a choke. The hero struggles and writhes in the suspended chokelift, helpless as he dangles by his neck. Mr. Riddle’s incredible strength enables him to keep 215-lbs of muscle hovering. Super Soldier’s face is red, his body going limp as the life is drained from him.

Just as I think it’s all about to end, the hero realizes they’re close to the corner. The military muscleman is able to find the ropes with his boots. He plants them, relieving some pressure then pushing off. Mr. Riddle is caught by surprise and he topples backwards. Super Soldier lands on top of the heel, stunning him. He slaps on a front-facing sleeper for a finisher.

Even though the military muscleman is weak from the extended chokelift, the shocking kiss of death sleeper quickly drains the villain’s muscles of their power. I can see the life running out of him, his arms and legs flopping aimlessly. Uh oh. Suddenly, I see Mr. Riddle’s entire body tense up. His hands form fists. The veins in his biceps pulse with power. Super Soldier must sense it, because he suddenly struggles to tighten the sleeper.

Mr. Riddle fires fists into the hero’s sides. THUD! THUD! THUD! The villain throws his knee up between Super Soldier’s spread legs. It slams into the smaller stud’s taint. SQUISH! The military muscleman whimpers, losing focus. The heel is able to throw Super Soldier off him and roll to his knees. He shakes out his head as the hero fights to rise.

The villain snarls, “Did you have fun, boy? Because I’m done playing with you. Now, I’m just gonna end you quick. Just in case you get any ideas that you’re competition for me.”

Mr. Riddle plants on foot to rise, but instead of standing, he launches himself at the hero. Super Soldier is caught off-guard. He gets tackled by 230-lbs of power, the sir driven from his body. WHOMP! OOF! The villain grabs him by the hair and pulls him up. With ease. the bigger hunk powers the hero up into a gorilla press. After a lap around the ring, he throws the 215-lbs of muscle forward, watching as the hero plummets to the mat. SPLAT!

The villain moves in, pulling the stunned stud up. He scoops him across his chest then body slams him back down. BOOM! Mr. Riddle does it again, even harder this time. BOOM! Super Soldier bounces on the mat. He reaches for his back, but impresses me as he sits up, fighting to resist the onslaught. Unfortunately, he sits up right into a boot to his temple. CRACK!

Super Soldier collapses to the canvas, writhing helplessly. I’m sure he’s seeing stars right now. Mr. Riddle grabs him by the wrist then pulls the hero up, smoothly scooping him up again. This time, he executes a beautiful over-the-knee backbreaker. WHACK! The patriotic hunk bounces off, rolling onto his stomach. Mr. Riddle drops his knees into the hero’s back. WHACK!

Mr. Riddle leaps up then splashes onto the ailing hunk’s back. SPLAT! He’s in relentless mode with rapid assaults, no breaks to flex, gloat or think. The villain spins around to sit on Super Soldier’s back. The hero senses the danger. He plants his hands to push up and topple the 230-lbs of muscle off him, but he’s too slow. All he does is make it easier for his opponent.

The villain grabs at the elbow and pulls the hero’s sculpted arms back. He locks them over his knees and reaches under the military muscleman’s chin. Super Soldier moans as he forced into a camel clutch. His back is stretched, his head bent until he’s looking at the ceiling. The hero’s heaving pecs stick out as his shoulders are collapsed in the awkward and painful position. Super Soldier grunts in pain, but he doesn’t give to the classic submission hold. Mr. Riddle doesn’t exactly seem to be forcing the issue. Instead of pulling harder, he playfully swats at the helpless hero’s head, taunting him. The grunts become moans and then gasps. Sweat drips off the soldier’s chiseled body as he suffers, unable to break free.

Mr. Riddle grabs his hair, “Time to finish you, hero.” He laughs, “Well, for the first time.”

I expect Mr. Riddle to pull back on the camel or add a sleeper, but he has other plans. He pushes the hero forward, freeing him from the camel. The bigger hunk rises then forces Super Soldier up to his feet by his hair and trunks. The villain lowers his shoulders then lifts the helpless hero into a torture rack. After the back-punishing camel, the hero is whimpering fast.

The heel walks around the ring, carrying his 215-lbs victim like he weighs nothing. With his incredibly broad shoulders, Mr. Riddle can easily balance Super Soldier’s 6’1” frame. The hero hangs limp, his body curved as he hangs there. His arms and legs are dangling and swinging, but he can’t get the focus to rake the eyes or try to kick him off.

Mr. Riddle slides his massive paw over the military muscleman’s elevated bulge. He grips tightly, seizing control of the spandex-wrapped manhood. Super Soldier screams as his meat is crushed. The villain jumps up and down, bouncing the helpless hunk. The pain shoots through the all-American bodybuilder until he can’t stand it any longer.

“GIVE! GIVE! I SUBMIT!”

The villain shrugs his shoulders, letting the hero fall to the mat like a sack of potatoes. PLOP! The military muscleman writhes on the mat as Mr. Riddle poses over him. The green trunks are stretching as the dominant hunk savors his victory. He fondles himself as he checks out Super Soldier’s ass. With a nod, he says, “Yeah, that’s a good boy. Show Master Riddle what you got for him.”

Round Two

Mr. Riddle spent the entire break between rounds eying Super Soldier. Surveying the damage. Checking for any weakness. Any opening. The villain is relentless, especially when he has the advantage. I've been told that the five minutes flies by when you're hurting. The fact that the hero is still stretching out his back as the countdown finishes up makes me believe it.

The countdown clock hits 0:00. Right on time, Cody rings the bell.

DING! DING! DING!

Mr. Riddle charges out of his corner at the slow-moving hero. Luckily, Super Soldier is playing a little possum. He kicks his right leg out. I bet he was aiming for the chin, but with his back not at 100%, it slams into the heel’s pecs. THUD! Still, it catches the bigger muscleman by surprise. He spins around, clutching his chest.

Super Soldier dives forward, slamming his right elbow into the lower back. THUD! He grabs the back waistband of the green trunks with his left hand then uses the tight spandex to pull Riddle into another hard right elbow. POW! The villain bounces forward only to be snapped back into another elbow by his trunks. THUD! Riddle spins with an elbow of his own, but the hero ducks. The force of the spin allows Riddle to pull free. He spins 180-degrees to face his opponent.

The hero goes low for a takedown, but he gets a knee to the face instead. WHACK! Mr. Riddle comes down with a double axehandle onto the sculpted, but injured back. WHOMP! Super Soldier drops to one knee. He gets pulled into a front facelock. The villain grabs hold of the side of the red, white and blue trunks, pulling the hero up then flipping him with a suplex. BOOM! The military muscleman bounces on impact then rolls onto his side, holding his back.

Mr. Riddle smoothly rolls over, looking pleased at having slowed down the bodybuilder hero once again. He reaches out and grabs hold of the hero’s thick brown hair. The villain rises, pulling the hero into a standing head scissors. Super Soldier quickly gets free with a back body drop. PLOP! The villain lands on his ass, but the hero crawls away holding his back. Even that was a lot of effort. Damn, this could be a really short round.

The villain is up fast. He spins around, checking out the hero. Super Soldier uses the ropes for support to get to his feet just in time. Mr. Riddle is charging in. The military muscleman manages to lift his boot to waist height. The heel runs right into it. THUD! OOF! The hero pushes off the ropes to lock on a front facelock. He immediately falls back, rolling the bigger hunk into a small package.

ONE! The shocked villain squirms, but Super Soldier is strong.

TWO! The big man is fighting. He thrusts his legs up and out, breaking free.

THREE! The hero rolls away. Both studs rise and look at me. I'm forced to give a thumbs down. Riddle’s shoulder was up before the hero got the count done

Both men rise. Mr. Riddle moves casually, unprepared for some newfound ferocity from the hero. Super Soldier actually dives in, tackling the big man down. WHOOMP! The villain tries to throw the military muscleman off him, but Super Soldier counters by sweeping the powerful arms away. WHACK! It gives him an opening to lock on a front facelock sleeper.

Mr. Riddle reaches up to pull the arms off him, leaving his legs loose. Super Soldier slips his boots inside them, opening the villain up in a grapevine. ARGH! The hero splits the big man open, both distracting him and taking away an avenue of escape. The villain is strong, though. He forces his arm inside the hold, prying the sleeper loose and easing the pressure.

The two musclemen fight, neither moving or giving. Super Soldier fights to close up the sleeper again, but it’s not happening. He manages to shift, quickly locking up the villain’s arm and pinning his wrist to his ear. He pushes on the elbow and strains the powerful tricep. Mr. Riddle grunts, enduring the pain.

Mr. Riddle growls as he unleashes a hard fist into Super Soldier’s side. THUD! No effect, but it is distracting. Instead of focusing on his arm, the villain bends his legs and powers out of the grapevine. With his legs free, the bigger hunk pushes up with his legs, rolling them over. He breaks free and rolls into a crouch. The military muscleman matches him across the ring and they stare each other down.

The wrestlers rise and move in. Mr. Riddle tries to force and collar-and-elbow, but Super Soldier ducks underneath. He comes up behind and tries to force on a full nelson. The villain laughs as he blocks it. “You think you can overpower these shoulders, boy?” The military muscleman doesn’t respond, he merely switches tactics, leaping on the arrogant heel’s back.

Super Soldier works to lock on a rear naked choke. Mr. Riddle is ready and the fight is on to see if the hero can actually do it. The villain answers the question by simply bending forward quickly, flipping the military muscleman off him. PLOP! The hero lands on his amazing ass. From behind, the bigger hunk grabs hold of his hair and forces him up to his feet.

Mr. Riddle wraps his arm around Super Soldier’s neck, going for a choke of his own. Before he can cinch it in, though, the hero uses his own incredible legs to push back. he runs them back into the corner where they slam in hard. CLANG! The villain takes the brunt of the impact, actually winded by 215-lbs of muscle ramming on top of him.

The hero spins with a forearm to the villain’s head. CRACK! He steps back then drives his boot up into Mr. Riddle’s narrow midsection. STOMP! STOMP! STOMP! The heel sags only to get a stiff forearm to the chin. WHACK! With his opponent dazed, the military muscleman seizes the opening with some big body shots. THUD! POW! THUD!

Super Soldier grabs the stunned stud’s wrist. he pulls hard, whipping the big man across the ring. CLANG! Mr. Riddle hits hard on his back then bounces out of the corner right into a dropkick to the torso that sends him back into the corner. THUD! OOF! CLANG! Super Soldier springs back to his feet then charges in to keep pressing his advantage.

Mr. Riddle is too big to avoid the charge, but he's fast enough to simply turn and throw out his elbow. WHACK! Super Soldier runs head first right into it. He staggers backwards, holding his face. The villain adds a boot to the side of his head. CRACK! The hero does a 360 before dropping to one knee. The confident heel moves in beside the kneeling hunk. He grabs a handful of hair and trunks to force him up into a bent over position.

The villain grabs the hero’s right wrist then forces it under the chiseled abs, feeding it between the military muscleman’s legs. Mr. Riddle reaches under the left armpit, pulling Super Soldier’s left arm up. With the hero trapped, the powerful heel executes a perfect pump-handle slam. He quickly lifts his victim up high, flips him then drops the smaller stud with. BOOM!

Super Soldier writhes on the mat, stunned. Mr. Riddle easily kicks him over onto his stomach. He moves to stand with his boots on either side of Super Soldier’s head. The villain pulls the hero’s head up, forcing him onto hands and knees. once in position, the heel closes up, locking on the standing head scissors. The legs swell and tighten, the granite muscle expanding as they press on the sides of the suffering stud’s skull.

The hero whimpers as his head is crushed. He goes limp, almost falling. Mr. Riddle bends and reaches his long arm back. He grabs hold of the waistband of the USA trunks then rises, stretching the trunks up with him. Super Soldier cries out, his hips elevated by his gear. The trunks are wedged up his ass, painfully preventing him from collapsing.

Mr. Riddle violently shakes and pulls on the trunks, doing maximum damage to the hero’s manhood. It prevents any opposition. The villain willingly releases the trunks and scissors, letting the hero collapse to the canvas. Super Soldier shifts and struggles, trying to rise on his own. The villain just watches the display of helplessness with arrogant amusement.

“You're pathetic, but at least you got a great ass!”

The villain reaches down and pulls the ailing hunk up. He scoops him across his chest, but instead of a body slam, Mr. Riddle carries Super Soldier over to the corner. He lowers his prey down, locking the left boot under the metal bolt that holds the turnbuckle to the ring post. The hero hangs helplessly in a tree of woe.

Mr. Riddle drives his boot into the washboard abs and pecs. STOMP! STOMP! STOMP! His feet are proportional to his cock, so big that he can crush all eight abs with every kick. He pauses to admire the red boot prints. Super Soldier moves his hands onto his stomach for protection. The villain steps in. He grabs the wrists and pulls them off.

The villain suddenly smiles as he holds the hero’s arms. He steps back and lifts, raising the military muscleman’s shoulders off the mat. He pulls the hero’s handsome face up into his taint then closes up for another standing head scissors, only Super Soldier is looking up this time. The helpless hunk is suspended by his leg and head, hovering in the hold.

Mr. Riddle uses his grip on the wrists to force Super Soldier to start slapping his own abs. WHAP! SMACK! SLAP! The humiliating version of ‘stop hitting yourself’ has the helpless hero crying out into the villain’s balls as he suffers. The cruel heel savors torturing and taunting the ring novice, enjoying the domination.

Only when he's had enough does the villain free his victim. He opens his legs and releases the wrists. Super Soldier crashes down, the back of his head hitting the mat hard. WHACK! The force stuns him and his body goes limp. His boot is jarred loose and he collapses into a heap in the corner. The military muscleman reaches for his knee, the lengthy tree of woe straining it.

Mr. Riddle notices, too. “Aw, did you hurt your knee? Lemme see.”

The villain grabs the left boot. He lifts and pulls hard, hyper-extending the leg even more. ARGH! Using the injured limb, he drags his victim from the corner to the middle of the ring. Mr. Riddle grabs the other boot and lifts. Super Soldier tries to pull his legs free, but he's too out of it and the villain is too strong.

With expert precision worthy of pro wrestling legend Rex Dare, Mr. Riddle steps, folds and turns, smoothly getting the hero into a perfect figure-four leglock. Super Soldier immediately thrashes in the figure-four leglock. He cries out as he suffers, his aching knee brutally tested as Mr. Riddle lies back and flexes. He laughs, knowing what's coming.

The bigger hunk confirms, “I'm done with you, boy. I'm ready for that ass now, so save yourself some pain and just say the words.” Super Soldier moans and flops, but holds out, fighting to counter. Mr. Riddle commands, “I SAID, GIVE NOW! DO IT, SOLDIER! SUBMIT!”

“I GIVE! I GIVE!” Super Soldier furiously slaps the mat as he submits. TAP! TAP! TAP!

“CALL ME MASTER RIDDLE, BITCH!” The hero fights to hang on, furiously tapping the canvas. TAP! TAP! TAP! “You heard me, Super Soldier. BEG MASTER RIDDLE TO LET YOU GO!”

The military muscleman has no choice. He whimpers his submission, “Please, Master Riddle! I give! I submit, Master Riddle!”

“Sit up and show me some respect! SALUTE ME AGAIN!”

The hero struggles to pull his head and shoulders up. His abs contract and he crunches up, whipping his hand to his forehead as he salutes through the pain. He collapses back and pleads, “Oh god, it hurts! I've done what you asked, Master Riddle! Please! My leg’s gonna break! I give! I submit, Master Riddle! SIR!”

The villain laughs as he finally lifts his leg then untangles them. Super Soldier reaches for his knee as he rolls onto his side. He sobs in pain as he tries to recover. Mr. Riddle rises smoothly, elegantly moving around the ring with his arms raised. He looks down at the suffering stud, the contempt clear on his masked face. The heel moves in from behind.

One green boot slides over the hero’s huge shoulder then pulls the loser over onto his back. The boot rests on the thick pecs as Mr. Riddle strikes a victory pose. A clear and dominant straight fall win for the awesome villain. He reaches down and rubs the front of his sagging green trunks. His cock is huge and heavy, weighing down the think spandex briefs.

The Bat used to have the biggest cock in The Cave, but Mr. Riddle has even him beat. It's gorgeous, but also intimidating. I hope Super Soldier is ready for it.

Stakes

The impatient winner waits for the hero to move, but Super Soldier is too slow for him. Mr. Riddle bends down then tears the red, white and blue trunks off the helpless hero. It's rough and fast as he yanks and stretches the spandex beyond its limit. The hero is actually lifted off the canvas as the fabric slides down his legs and over his boots.

Super Soldier lies exposed, his cock flopping to the side, but the villain isn't interested. He says, “Roll over, bitch. No one cares about that useless dick of yours.” The winner kicks him onto his stomach. He smirks, “Yeah, that's the stuff. Show me that sweet ass.”

It is sweet. The smooth white ass is muscular and large. It's the only large untanned area on the military muscleman's spectacular body. It shines under the lights, a beacon calling to the villain's massive member. Mr. Riddle massages his cock, roughly tugging on it inside his green trunks. He licks his lips as he uses his boot to test the meaty ass cheeks.

Mr. Riddle orders, “Get on your knees, soldier.” The hero struggles to rise, but gets there. The heel holds his cock and wags it inside the trunks. “You ready?”

Super Soldier meekly nods, “Yeah.”

“Yeah what?”

The hero’s shoulders roll back and he says loudly, “Sir, yes, sir, Master Riddle.”

“Better.” Mr. Riddle lifts his arms and flexes his biceps. “Okay, bitch. You can look now. Peel down my trunks and take a good look at what you're in for.”

Super Soldier reaches up. He grabs the waistband and slowly peels down the green trunks. When he unleashes the winner's throbbing python, his eyes go wide. He visibly gulps and the villain laughs at the reaction. The hero finishes the job, lowering the green spandex to the ankles then working it over the boots. He rises back up to kneeling, his mouth at cock level.

Mr. Riddle says, “One thing I always like about Army guys. You're so used to obeying your superiors. And I am your superior, aren't I?”

“Sir, yes, sir, Master Riddle.”

“Yeah. So, don't you know to salute when you're in the presence of your betters?” The kneeling hero looks up and raises his hand to his forehead. The villain whips his cock out, smacking across the shocked hero’s cheek. WHAP! “NOW SALUTE MY FUCKING COCK!”

Super Soldier looks down. He breathes in deeply at the humiliation, but responds, “Sir, yes, sir, Master Riddle.” He obediently brings his hand to his forehead and salutes the thick monster hovering in front of him.

“Now suck it. Suck the superior cock of the better man.”

Super Soldier leans forward and opens his mouth. He engulfs the head then starts to work it. Riddle taunts him, “Better get your hands involved, soldier boy. No mouth can handle my dick.” On command, the military muscleman adds his right hand to the blowjob. He stills struggles to control the monstrous meat in his mouth. Riddle seems to be enjoying it, though.

The villain runs his fingers through the kneeling loser's thick brown hair. He suddenly grips it tightly, taking control. He thrusts his hips forward, driving his cock down the gagging hunk’s throat as he kneels there. Super Soldier goes red as his mouth is ravaged by the increasingly tough face fuck. Mr. Riddle makes sure everyone knows who's in charge.

When Mr. Riddle finally pulls out, Super Soldier is gagging hard. Saliva coats the massive cock before him as he coughs, his face red, body limp and mouth hanging open. The villain threatens him, “It’s going in again and deeper unless you submit to me again. Submit to my cock, you loser.” No reaction, so he shoves it back in fast and deep.

The military muscleman violently convulses as he's choked by the massive shaft. When Riddle pulls out, he gives the kneeling hunk another chance. Under threat of being asphyxiated by the oversized cock, Super Soldier obediently grunts, “I submit, sir. I submit to your cock, Master Riddle.”

“Yeah, you do, you three-time loser.”

The villain swings his hips, slapping the hero across the cheeks with the wet, hard rod. WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! Mr. Riddle throws the limp muscleman to the canvas. He kicks him onto his stomach as he works his massive manhood. With the hero unmoving below him, the heel grabs a condom. He sheathes his cock then drops down to his knees.

Mr. Riddle slides forward, bracing himself by putting one hand on Super Soldier’s head and the other on his shoulder. He slides his cock forward, parting the silky cheeks. I hear the hero gasp as the huge head presses into his hole. The military muscleman relaxes, trying to lie still as the villain forces his way in deeper and deeper.

The winner pumps in and out, going a little deep with each thrust. The whimpering hero cries out before Riddle is even halfway in. As the villain pistons in and out, the cries get louder and louder. Once he's most of the way in, Mr. Riddle stops being gentle. His hips pull back then drive in. He starts to ride his prey with his whole cock at full force. Super Soldier can only whimper under the powerful bodybuilder villain.

The hero moans as his ass is ruthlessly pounded. Mr. Riddle slams in so hard, he compresses the 215-lbs of muscle with every thrust. The loser is only held in place by the villain pushing down on the military muscleman's head and shoulder. Super Soldier’s face is squished into the vinyl, his cheeks mashed. His hands grip the canvas, trying to withstand the onslaught.

Super Soldier grunts through the pain, “Oh god! Oh god! OHHH!”

“Here's a fucking riddle for you. What's getting tighter while I loosen it up? Your fucking hole! Damn, you're one tight ass jobber!”

“Oh fuck, you're so big, Master Riddle! Oh god, you're tearing me up!”

Mr. Riddle laughs as he slams deep inside the loser, “Yeah, that's right, hero bitch. I'm gonna split you two! Take the biggest fucking cock you'll ever have!”

The villain picks up speed and the military muscleman's cries get even louder. His guttural grunts fill the arena as the hero is no longer able to form words as his ass is ravaged by the massive cock of Master Riddle. The relentless pounding has both men in a sweat. Super Soldier whimpers and gasps, every useless muscle in his pumped body tensed.

Mr. Riddle slows up. He rhythmically rides the hero, sweat dripping from his forehead onto the loser’s wrecked back. The villain finally slides all the way out. He strips off the condom then rolls the limp hero onto his back. The heel slides up his victim’s aching body then he starts jerking his cock over the hero's handsome face.

Within second, Mr. Riddle is the one gasping. He grabs hold of Super Soldier’s thick brown hair, pulling his head up as he shoves his cock head between the loser's luscious lips. As he pumps, I zoom in on his tight, tensing muscles as he groans. The villain suddenly erupts, firing his load into the hero's mouth. Hot white seed seeps out the side of his mouth as he fails to swallow the overwhelming cum explosion.

Mr. Riddle pulls out, milking the final drops out onto the military muscleman's upper lip. The cum mustache lines his face, completing the thorough destruction of the outmatched muscle stud. The heel unceremoniously releases his grip on the hair, letting Super Soldier’s head plop onto the mat. THUD! The heel rises and plants his boot on the hero’s heaving pecs.

A final flex for the winner wraps up the filming. Mr. Riddle exits the ring, leaving his victim unmoving in the ring. Jae films the winner’s victorious strut to the curtain, while I slide into the ring to close with long shots of the Super Soldier after another defeat to a top villain.

When I finish, I put my camera down then help Luke wake up. He smiles at me, but quickly rolls out of the ring. Cody helps him get his feet then escorts him to the locker room.

In the Locker Room

Once Cody tells me that he's checked on the guys, gotten the releases signed and paid them, I head to visit Luke. He's still semi-hard as he stands there naked with a white towel slung over his shoulder and his toiletries in his left hand. Perfect timing. He's getting ready to hit the shower. Maybe I can join him. When he sees me, his eyes light up, but he frowns.

The military muscleman signs, “Sorry for wasting everyone’s time, Ryan. I had an off-day.”

“You don't have to apologize to anyone. This is what we sell. And I thought you did great.”

“C’mon. I got crushed and humiliated. You know I'm better than that. You do, right?”

“Of course, I know how tough you are. You don't need to prove it to me in The Cave. You prove it to me every time we're together.” I ask, “You're not choosing our toughest guys because of me for some reason, are you? To impress me or whatever?”

“Huh? No. This is all for me.”

“Okay.” I accept the answer, but I'm not sure if I believe it. The other guys I'm seeing, Corey and Pete, do have winning records. Is Luke feeling pressure to outdo them? I try to reassure him. “I don't even care if you wrestle for The Cave or not. If I've pressured you -”

Luke shakes his head, “Ryan, seriously. It's cool. I'd do it regardless of our relationship.”

“Okay. Well, I also don't care who you wrestle. I'd be happy to see you -”

Luke holds up his right hand, “Stop. I know what you're going to say. Pick smaller, beatable guys. I hate losing, especially in your ring, but I'd rather be a jobber to beasts than a cheap winner against lightweights. You know I like a real challenge. No games. If you have to pick easy opponents or cheat to win, you're not a man in my book.”

I've heard this before, but now it almost feels like a dig at Pete and Corey. Pete's a giant and does crush smaller guys, mainly because everyone is smaller than him. And Corey is a playful 19-year old who likes to push the envelope. I think he's a charming cheater, but it's all in good fun. I need to ask Cody what he thinks. He's better at reading guys than I am.

I point out, “There's a third option, you know. You could be a winner against some of our bigger guys. Like Shawn. He's your size and level of ring experience. You could beat Xaq. Steve or Larry are really good, but you'd have a chance. Maybe even Moneymaker if someone was there to handle Valet. See, we have a lot of guys over 200-lbs who you could compete with.”

Luke admits, “I guess. But I love the challenge. I know Pete’s off the table, but I'd love to face Bulk or Beau next.”

I try to divert his attention, “Except for Xaq, all those guys I named would still be a challenge for you.” We stand in silence until I change the subject, “Did you have fun, at least?”

“It was so great. Josh is tough and brutal, even more than I thought he'd be. Reminds me of the Army guys I wrestled. Helps me know where I stand, anyway. I need practice.”

I smile, “Practice is good. We can practice the rest of the night.”

Luke laughs, “You know it.”

“Glad you had a good time. You did look incredibly sexy.”

“Yeah?”

“Oh yeah.”

Luke suddenly winces, “Damn, Josh’s cock sticks with you.” I idly adjust my bulge, reminding him that I've got a dick, too. Maybe not Josh-size, but he's never complained. Luke gets the message and grins, “You know, Josh left me fully loaded and I have to shoot bad. Join me in a shower?”

“Hell yeah.” I strip down fast then grab my towel.

The End