The Cave Undercard 23: Captain Patriot vs. Mimik

The Cave Locker Room

“You ready, Corey? It's - oh.”

I freeze as I walk in on Corey wearing only shiny red leather pro wrestling boots, braced against the wall, ass out, getting fucked by Ryan, my 6’4”/250-lbs best friend and business partner. Hm. They're in a casual sexual relationship, so it's no big deal except that Corey is wrestling in a few minutes and Ryan's supposed to be out front running one of the cameras.

Ryan and I co-own The Cave, a gay-oriented, superhero-themed, wrestling video company. And 19-year old, 5’11”/190-lbs Corey plays Mimik, a ‘villain’ whose deal is copying his opponent’s look. Today, he'll be dressed as an American-themed hero, because he's scheduled to face Captain Patriot, our Captain America analog.

Me.

I slip out, unsure if they even noticed me. My boyfriend Jae, a personal trainer and wrestler, comes down the hall, looking for Ryan. He's operating the other camera today and wants to coordinate who's doing what. I love that he wants to learn about my business and this is a good opportunity. Our usual second cameraman, Pete, is one of Ryan's other fuck buddies in a ‘friend with benefits’ way. Ryan likes to keep his harem separate, if he can.

Anyway, I tell Jae we might start late, explaining why. My boyfriend smirks, “Interesting warmup. At least, Corey will be pumped.”

“And open for business when he loses.”

“Darius is big.” Jae knows that from personal experience. He asks, “So, you don't hold out much hope for Corey winning today?”

I shrug, “Oh, of course he can win. Corey's got those incredible legs, which you've only made bigger and stronger. And he's sneaky as fuck. But Darius is damn good.”

Jae nods, “Undefeated and the longest win streak, right?” My eyebrow rises on its own, so my boyfriend quickly adds, “I mean, CURRENT win streak, of course. No one comes close to your win streak and never will.”

“Yeah, he has the longest CURRENT win streak. Anyway, I'm going to see how Darius is doing. Hopefully Ryan is wrapping up.”

In the other locker room, Darius is almost ready, but I tell him Ryan is running behind schedule. Better to blame the co-owner. The handsome bodybuilder smiles and nods. He's so chill about everything. You'd think an alpha male muscleman like Darius might get more dramatic, but he's got more of a quiet confidence. He just expertly goes about his business, which for us is overpowering and outwrestling his opponents.

I check out the 6’/220-lbs muscleman’s gear. Blue shorts, which he strips off to reveal red trunks with a white star over his impressive manhood. A blue face mask with a white star on the forehead. Red patent leather pro wrestling boots. Blue gloves. And his famous red-white-and-blue shield. His rich, smooth, caramel skin is oiled up to really shine and define his incredibly large and sculpted muscles.

Darius starts stretching, “I'll be ready whenever Ryan is. How's Corey?”

“Getting loose.”

“Good, because I'm going to wreck him.” I laugh. Darius holds up his hands, “In a fair, man-vs-man way, nothing dirty. It'll just be fun to face a teen punk dressed like me. And I know he can take a real hit.” The muscleman adjusts himself, “Only thing I hate about wrestling for you Cody are all the low blows. Corey's going after my balls, isn't he?”

I smile, “Maybe. It's the only way some guys can compete with you. And you're just so big and those balls are so inviting. I mean, I want to reach in those shorts and grab them right now.”

Darius grins, “Relax, Cody. Turn off the seduction. I didn't mean that I would quit The Cave.”

I act innocent, “What? I'm just saying. They're great, tiger.” I wink then head to the door, “It won't be long. I'm sure Ryan was close to finishing up.”

In the Hallway

Right on cue, I run into Ryan exiting Corey’s locker room. I look at my phone and show him the time. He sheepishly nods, “Sorry, buddy. I was - “

“I saw what you were doing, Ry. I'm proud of you. You're becoming me.”

Ryan fake pouts, “There's no need to insult me.”

I stick out my tongue and we hug. We break and I let him know, “Darius is ready and waiting.”

“Give Corey a couple of minutes to shower and dress. Jae and I will be ready by the time you send Darius in.” I just shake my head as my buddy trots to the curtain to grab his camera.

Before I can even move, I'm surprised when I see the outside door open up. I relax when I see it's Josh, one of our wrestlers. He's looking huge in short shorts, sneakers and carrying his gym bag. We call him 6’2”/230-lbs, but he's probably added at least 10-lbs of muscle. With his broad shoulders, narrow waist and thick legs, Josh’s proportions are impressive.

After the powerful muscle stud resets the alarm, I move to shake his hand. He tells me he's dropping in to use the gym. It's a very basic setup, so I question why, given how amazing he looks. Josh says he needs a change of scenery. I move out of the way so he can head to the weight room, but he doesn't move. As he looks around, “So, who's wrestling?”

“It's Darius and Corey.”

“Oh, okay.” Josh pauses then asks, “You and Jae watching from the shadows?” I explain that Jae's on camera duty, so it's just me. Josh asks, “Want some company?”

I shrug, “Sure, but I thought you came to work out?”

“I will, but you know I've never just watched a taping. It's probably different than in the ring.”

I nod, “Very different. You're more than welcome. Just stay quiet and once you're in, you're in until the round ends. No phones ringing. No checking texts. No bathroom breaks. Nothing with light, sound or movement.”

Josh smiles and mock salutes, “Got it, boss.”

Just then, Corey emerges. The 19-year old villain is in gear matching Darius’, even down to the shield. He's smaller with tanned white skin, chiseled abs and legs that can knock out anyone. I'm surprised he took the match, but he doesn't actually seem to mind losing. Life is just one big game for Corey and he seems like he's having fun at all times.

I send Josh through the curtain to his seat then let Darius know we're ready. I walk with the wrestlers to the curtain. They have a silent staredown as I wait for Ryan to tell me the cameras are ready. Darius is psyching himself up. I tell him he looks great. He smiles, “Thanks, man.” With a swat on his firm ass, I send the real Captain Patriot out to flex, pose and stretch.

Corey smirks as he turns to thrust his ass towards me, “Can I get one of those, too?” I oblige with a hard, stinging blow. SMACK! Corey jumps from the force, but asks for another. I shake my head, ignoring him. I watch through the curtain until Captain Patriot is done. When he is, I send Mimik through. As the young villain poses, I slip into the ring area, waiting to ring the bell. As the posing turns into challenging stares, I decide it's time.

DING! DING! DING!

Round One

I sit down in the shadows beside Josh, still trying to figure out his deal. Maybe he really just wanted to see a match play out, but I'm good at reading guys. I sense there's more. Is he watching Corey or Darius? And why? Beyond the obvious, I mean. Oh well, it doesn't matter. With Jae on camera duty, it'll be nice to have some company. He does look hot.

Captain Patriot and his doppelgänger are pros at this now, so they don't waste any time. They move in together fast for a lockup. Not surprisingly, the smaller stud ducks the move slipping in behind the massive muscleman. He grabs the hero around the waist then lifts. The bigger hunk kicks his feel, blocking the move. He throws an elbow back, slamming it into Mimik’s temple. CRACK! The force stuns the villain, allowing Cap to spin and lock on a hammerlock.

Mimik slaps his shoulder to keep the blood moving as his hand is raised ever higher up his back. He stands on his toes, dancing as he's forced around the ring. After a lap, the villain manages to twist his shoulder and reverse the hold. However, he barely gets behind the powerhouse hero before Captain Patriot is pulling free.

The two hunks face each other again. As they move in for a lockup, the villain grabs the hero's wrist and elbow. He turns and pulls, going for an arm drag takedown. Yeah, the bigger muscleman is too strong for that. He forces his arm around Mimik’s throat, pulling him back into a rear naked choke. The bodybuilder is so strong that the fitness model has no resistance.

Mimik strains and struggles as he fights the choke. His chiseled body shifts and gyrates, desperately trying to keep Captain Patriot from locking it on right. The heel squats down and leans forward. I think he's trying a flip, but it'll never work. Oh wait. He's not going for a flip. Instead, the ripped villain uses his powerful legs to push back. The surprised hero stumbles backwards and they fall to the canvas with Mimik on top. WHAM!

The hero is winded allowing Mimik the chance to break free and sit up. He bounces his ass on the rock-hard eight-pack, doing literally no damage. The villain springs to his feet then spins around. He comes down with a fist to Captain Patriot’s meaty left pec. THUD! The ripped heel bounces off, shaking out his wrist as the big bodybuilder rolls away, moving into a crouch.

Captain Patriot rises and bounces his pecs while running his thumbs down his abs. Mimik snarls at the mocking gesture, but he can't say anything. Breaking down the hero’s core will take a long-time and might not even be possible for the smaller villain. Maybe a big man like Ryan or Josh could do it, but us 200-pounders? I'm not sure it's possible.

Mimik rises. They move in slowly, but Captain Patriot suddenly charges in. He barrels into the surprised stud, driving back to the ropes. The hero gives the villain a knee lift to the chiseled midsection then locks on a front facelock. He grabs hold of the side of the devious doppelgänger’s trunks and flips him over with a snap suplex. BOOM! Mimik writhes in pain.

Captain Patriot drags Mimik back up. He whips him front first into the corner. CLANG! As the smaller heel bounces back, the hero dives in, driving his shoulder into the villain’s lower back. Mimik is sandwiched in the corner. The big bodybuilder unleashes a series of fists into the aching back. POW! WHACK! POW! Wow, he said he'd go rough and he is. Ouch.

Mimik says in the corner. The hero turns so they're back to back then kneels. He reaches back over his broad shoulders, grabbing the helpless heel by the armpits. With ease, the bigger muscleman rises, extending his arms up so the villain is hanging suspended behind him. Mimik starts to kick, trying to unbalance his powerful opponent, but he's so strong.

“Patriot missile time!”

The mighty bodybuilder charges two steps out from the corner then he launches Mimik forward, over his head. The helpless heel flies through the air, unable to do anything as he plummets to the canvas. Mimik lands hard on his back. KABOOM! The villain is clearly stunned, leaving him wide open for the hero to grab his legs then bend him up into a pinning position. With Mimik’s ass up and shoulders down, he's in serious trouble.

ONE!

TWO!

Mimik manages to use his powerful legs to push the hero off enough that he can lift a shoulder. Outside the ring, Ryan confirms it's not a pin from behind his camera. The hero wastes no time dragging the chiseled villain up. Continuing his focus on the back, Captain Patriot scoops the lighter stud across his incredibly beefy pecs.

Captain Patriot circles the ring with Mimik at his mercy. The hero says, “Uncle Slam wants YOU! to feel the power!”

The big bodybuilder runs then jumps as he flips Mimik over. BOOM! The entire ring shakes on impact and the two men bounce. The huge body slam variation has the villain whimpering on the mat. The mighty muscleman pushes the heel onto his stomach then rises to deliver a big elbow to the damaged back. WHACK! Mimik cries out, unable to resist the obvious pain.

“You want to be me? Then we need to Raise the Flag!”

Captain Patriot stands up. He drags the doppelgänger up by his mask and trunks. The hero positions his shoulders at Mimik’s back. A second later, the lighter hunk is bent over the bigger bodybuilder's broad shoulders in a torture rack. After all the back punishment, he's moaning immediately, his cries filling the arena. Beside me, Josh even leans forward with interest.

The hero circles as the heel suffers. The young stud holds on bravely, kicking his feet, waving his arms, all in an attempt to find some kind of escape. The massive hero isn't having it. He's locked in, having focused on Mimik's back and now determined to make that hard work pay off. When Captain Patriot adds in squats, it's really done.

“I GIVE! I GIVE! I GIVE!”

With a simple shrug, Mimik is sent plummeting to the canvas. He writhes in pain. His arm trying to massage his aching back. Above him, Captain Patriot flexes and poses for the cameras. Impressive first fall win. Dominant, focused, smart. And, no cheating. I say as much to Josh, who just shrugs. He claims that he's not impressed.

I raise an eyebrow, “Really?”

“Really. Big men are supposed to dominate these mid-level and lightweight guys. Would you have given to that?” He doesn't wait for an answer, “I wouldn't.”

I just shrug, switching to ask if he wants to keep watching. Despite his professed lack of interest, Josh wants to stay. Hm.

Round Two

DING! DING! DING!

The two studs move in fast. Captain Patriot goes for a big clothesline, trying to surprise his doppelgänger, but Mimik manages to fall back into a bridge. The hero’s arm sails over the heel’s chiseled body. WHOOSH! The big bodybuilder is slightly off-balance as the villain smoothly flips sideways into a crouch.

Mimik kicks the back of the hero’s knee, dropping him down onto one knee. PLOP! The teen villain dives in for a rear naked choke. Captain Patriot throws himself forward, flipping the young muscleman overhead and onto his back. WHAM! The big bodybuilder dives forward with three big forearms into his opponent's ripped 8-pack stomach. THUD! THUD! THUD!

Captain Patriot slides forward, pinning Mimik’s shoulders down with his shins. With the heel’s face nestled in his taint, the powerhouse hero drives his fist into the wide-open abs. THUD! THUD! THUD! The tight muscles hold. The villain is pinned, but since Cap doesn't count it, it doesn't matter. The hero is focused on wrecking the rock-hard core. That's a mistake.

I sense what's coming, but the hero doesn't. Mimik suddenly throws his legs up. With Captain Patriot leaning forward, it's easy for the teen muscle-stud to get his powerful legs around the big bodybuilder's head. As the hero tries to push back, Mimik locks his ankles and pulls forward. The top of Captain Patriot’s head is slammed into the mat. CRACK!

220-lbs of stunned muscle lies on top of the ripped teen heel. Mimik flexes his legs and wraps his arms around the bigger stud’s magnificent muscular ass, preventing him from rolling off or pushing up. Captain Patriot grunts as his neck is strained and his head is crushed in arguably the best leg scissors in The Cave.

The hero tries punching the thick thighs. WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! The powerful fists just bounce off the concrete leg muscles. Captain Patriot changes strategy, focusing on using his own legs. He pushes up on his knees. Mimik tries to control him, but the big bodybuilder overpowers him. Cap pushes his ass up until he can plant his feet.

With Mimik holding on, Cap kicks up. He breaks free of the villain’s arms, rising into a handstand. At least the pressure is off his neck. I'm worried for him, because if he falls to either side and his head doesn't pop free, which it might not, he'll be in worse trouble. The hero must think the same, because he drops his knees, bringing them down on Mimik’s chiseled torso. WHOMP! OOF! The impact does the job, stunning the heel and allowing Cap to get free.

Captain Patriot rolls onto his butt. He shakes out his head as he sits on the canvas. Unfortunately for him, Mimik is resilient and determined. He is up fast. The teen heel drives a boot into the back of Cap’s head. WHACK! The hero’s torso flies forward between his wide-open legs. As Cap ricochets back up, Mimik stops him halfway up.

With the big bodybuilder stunned, Mimik steps over his shoulders. He locks on a standing head scissors on the seated muscleman. Oh wow, you can see the villain’s thick, chiseled upper legs expand. They're disproportionately huge for a 190-lbs man. Every muscle in them tightens as he applies more and more pressure to the hold. It looks like an anatomy chart.

Captain Patriot grips the thick legs, but he can't budge them. The teen powerhouse flexes his biceps as he casually crushes the hero’s head. With the big bodybuilder bent forward, his legs spread wide open, he can't get the leverage to topple Mimik. The villain grabs Cap’s wrists. He forces the thick arms up and out. The all-American hunk can only moan in pain.

I'm impressed as the chiseled teen stud completely controls the undefeated bodybuilder. Josh is impressed, too, even if he’d never admit it. Still, he isn’t even trying to hide how he’s idly massaging his massive hard-on in his tight workout shorts. And they're getting tighter every second this torturous hold continues. I’m impressed by Cap, too. He just won’t submit.

Captain Patriot lifts his knees then plants his feet. Mimik sees it. He counters in the simplest way possible. The teen villain falls backwards dragging the bodybuilder with him. He keeps his legs wrapped around the hero’s head. In this position, Mimik can extend his legs out, squeezing even harder. The helpless hero cries out louder. His body convulses weakly.

The bodybuilder tightly grips his teen dominator’s flexed quads. There’s nothing else he can do. Mimik flexes his biceps as he extends his legs again. This time, the hero’s moans turn into whimpers. His massive body shakes then goes limp. Captain Patriot meekly taps the powerful quads, admitting defeat. The villain smirks as he opens his legs.

Mimik rolls to his feet. He circles the barely conscious bodybuilder. The chiseled teen stud flexes his biceps. His red briefs are tenting as he celebrates his victory. The score is tied, but this has to feel good. And the villain has a blueprint for how to win. The hero will have to avoid the clear and present danger of those powerful legs. talk about a distraction.

The cocky punk moves into position to mock the suffering stud. He does squats, lowering his spectacular ass over the hero’s face. “Salute this, you all-American loser.” Mimik moves off with a cocky smirk on his face and his chest puffed out with pride.

Once again, Josh is outwardly unimpressed, although the outline in his shorts still says otherwise. The guy has a huge cock, possibly even bigger than my porn-sized monster, so he can't hide the truth. However, it's not worth arguing with him. I get it. He’s got his image to maintain. I simply tell him from personal experience that Corey’s head scissors is probably the most powerful I've ever face.

Josh waves me off, “Yeah, yeah. I'm sure I wouldn't have given to that either.”

“Well, it's easy to prove.”

Josh shrugs, “I think you can get me someone better than a lightweight like Corey.”

Round Three

DING! DING! DING!

With everything on the line in this final fall, the guys come out fast. Captain Patriot goes high, but Mimik ducks the charge. He kicks his boot into the rock-hard abs. THUD! Not even a grunt. It does distract the hero, allowing the lighter stud to grab his left wrist. The villain twists the thick, powerful arm into an armbar. The big bodybuilder growls, resisting the force.

Mimik unleashes a series of fast, sharp boots into that chiseled washboard stomach. THUD! THUD! THUD! Captain Patriot bends forward, finally feeling the shots. The dangerous doppelgänger kicks the back of his left knee, forcing the big man to one knee. Mimik turns and steps over the arm, locking it between his powerful legs with his muscular ass on the shoulder.

The villain lifts the arm up, stressing the shoulder while he crushes the upper bicep between his thighs. Captain Patriot grunts, unable to twist free. Mimik suddenly jumps up, driving his ass down onto the shoulder while pulling up on the arm. ARGH! Yikes, that could dislocate the joint. The hero better do something or he's going to lose for the first time ever.

Mimik continues to punish the shoulder. The hero kneels in obvious pain. He tries to pull his arm free, but the heel’s legs are too strong. He tries to reach for something with his right hand, but with his broad shoulders, his reach is short and he can't twist enough. If he tries to rise, he only puts more pressure on his own arm. It's a diabolical trap by the doppelgänger.

Captain Patriot tenses his body, frozen but not submitting. Mimik senses his opportunity. He squats lower, looking for another devastating shoulder attack. The villain jumps again, but the hero is ready this time. As soon as the villain’s feet leave the ground, the bodybuilder pushes off, throwing his 220-lbs of muscle and power to his right. Mimik can't resist being pull with him. He loses his grip on the wrist as the muscleman rolls free.

The hero kneels on one knee. His left arm droops as he tries to shake it off. Mimik tries to press his advantage. He charges with a boot sided right at the aching shoulder. Captain Patriot sees it coming, twisting away. As the villain sails forward, he's off-balance. The hero sweeps his leg, tripping Mimik onto his ass on the canvas. PLOP!

Both men rise fast. Mimik charges in again, but Captain Patriot throws out his right hand, grabbing the villain by the throat. With a sudden and powerful lift, he gets the lighter stud up. His left arm must be recovering, because he uses it to grab Mimik’s muscular bubble butt to support him. The hero holds the heel in the air, posing for his Statue of Liberty chokeslam.

After a moment, Captain Patriot dives forward, driving Mimik down onto the canvas. BOOM! The impact stuns the villain as he moans on the canvas, his ripped body limp and writhing. Captain Patriot grabs Mimik by the cheeks. He stares into the villain’s eyes, “Time to take a trip across the United Suplexes of America!” With that, he drags his prey up to his feet.

Oh, I love when he does the USA. Captain Patriot must know 20 variations of suplexes. Let's see which ones he picks this time. The hero grabs Mimik around the waist. He lifts and spins, driving the smaller hunk down with a classic belly-to-belly suplex. WHAM! Captain Patriot grabs hold of the villain's mask and pulls him up. He gets behind the stunned stud then grabs him around the waist. Mimik goes up, coming down in a big belly-to-back suplex. BOOM!

Captain Patriot immediately drags the ripped heel up, pulling him into a front facelock. The massive muscleman gets Mimik’s arm over the hero’s shoulder as he grabs hold of the side of the tight flag trunks. Mimik does try to fight, but the hero is too strong. The villain goes over lightning fast in a vicious snap suplex. SLAM! The ripped stud groans loudly on impact.

Captain Patriot doesn't let go when they land. Instead, he rolls them over then drags Mimik up again. He lifts and flips with a classic suplex. WHAM! Again, the hero holds on. The big bodybuilder rolls them over, dragging the suffering stud up. This time, the patriotic powerhouse lifts and holds Mimik upside down for a delayed vertical suplex. Only after a full spin does he drop the chiseled hunk down with an even more powerful suplex. BOOM! Mimik bounces, his body limp.

Beside me, Josh stands up for a better view. His shorts are tenting as he watches the destruction intently. His hands are in fists and his muscles are tense, veins popping. I grab his forearm, but he holds up his other hand, letting me know it's cool. He leans into me, putting his lips at my ear, “Just getting a better view.” I nod, accepting his explanation.

In the ring, the hero is dragging his victim up again. Mimik has nothing left. Captain Patriot easily powers him upside down, holding him aloft for the fourth time. This time, he drops the helpless heel forward. Mimik's boots hit the ropes then bounce up. With added force from the hulking hero, the villain is slammed to the mat in the slingshot suplex. KABOOM! The impact literally shakes the ring.

Mimik writhes on the mat, whimpering in pain. Captain Patriot could easily pin him, but I can see he's got something else in mind. He drags the villain up. Mimik is stunned and his back is in agony. He can't stand up straight, instead remaining hunched over. His back and shoulders must be paralyzed with pain. It's a devastating series, which varies in the suplexes featured, but always has the same result. Fact is that if you don't stop the USA right away, and no one has, there's no coming back. At least there hasn't been yet. Can Mimik be the first?

Captain Patriot answers my question fast. He forces the villain into a full nelson. Yeah, it's a common move, but not the way the bodybuilder applies it. He locks his powerful hands behind Mimik's head then forces his chin into his sculpted chest. At least the chiseled heel has a good view of his own amazing abs and package before he submits.

The hero says, “It’s called Manifest Destiny, Mimik!”

Yes, a submission to this finisher is inevitable. Captain Patriot starts shaking the helpless heel back and forth. The smaller stud is whipped around like a ragdoll, unable to withstand the power of the devastating maneuver. Beside me, Josh has to adjust his massive hard-on as he watches the chiseled villain completed dominated by the unrelenting strength of the hero.

Mimik decides to give, rather than pass out (which does happen to guys). He cries out, “I GIVE! I G-G-GIVE!”

Captain Patriot throws the defeated doppelgänger down to the canvas then plants his boot on his abs like a conqueror planting a flag. He poses proudly over Mimik, his victory complete. Josh sits back down as we watch the show.

I lean in, “Now, you have to appreciate that finishing set.”

Josh shrugs, “Big deal. Anyone could do that to a guy like Mimik. You really think any of that crap would work on a real man?” The muscle hunk stands back up. He flexes his huge biceps for me, showing off his enormous body. He encourages me to stand up and feel his body. I've wrestled him twice and he was solid, but he's definitely even bigger and harder now.

As I feel him up, I acknowledge, “You're definitely bigger and harder now.”

“I know. So, you still think I should be impressed? Come on.”

“Sounds like you're ready to wrestle. When can I schedule your next match?”

Josh acts cool, patting my pec, “I'll let you know, Cody. Real soon.” He sits back down, legs wide open, hand resting on his manhood, idly fondling it.

Servicing America

Captain Patriot circles the ring. He's adjusting himself as he watches Mimik writhe on the canvas. The teen villain rolls onto his side. He props himself up on one elbow then rubs his back. I see him mouth “Damn” as he regains his wits and confidence. Yeah, he lost, but he's always a cocky punk. The hero stops circling and moves in.

Mimik sees the red boots in front of him. He pushes up, struggling to his knees. The teen powerhouse leans way back, stretching out his muscles (and showing them off) before popping back up. Eye level with the large bulge, the kneeling hunk waits for instructions. One thing I'll say for him, win or lose, he's always a good sport during stakes.

“There's only one Captain Patriot, kid. Get up and get naked.”

The defeated doppelgänger obeys. He slowly gets to his feet, wobbling a little. First, he peels off the gloves, dropping them in front of Captain Patriot. Next, he kneels and unlaces his boots. He has to sit to pull them off, but instead lifts his leg up. He points it at the patient hero, smirking, “Little help, Cap?” The hero sneers, but grabs the red boot, yanking it off.

When both boots and his socks are off, Mimik rises. He makes a production of putting his thumbs inside his red briefs. The teen muscle-stud turns his ass to the winner then shimmies out of the tight fabric. Talk about presenting yourself. The villain turns back then uses his foot to toss the trunks up, hitting the hero in his meaty pecs. God, he's so cocky.

Mimik moves in close, extending his right hand onto the hero’s mountainous left pec. Captain Patriot stands his ground with his hands on his hips, unflinching and unconcerned about any sneak attack. The villain traces the dark nipple as he runs his left index finger under the chin strap of his blue mask. The smirk, the touch and the tease get no reaction.

The chiseled villain playfully asks, “Who gets to take this off me, stud? Me or you? I know all you heroes have your fetishes.”

The big bodybuilder responds by putting his hand on Mimik's shoulder. He forces the naked copycat down to his knees. PLOP! Captain Patriot uses the mask to pull the young stud’s face into his bulge. He rubs his spandex-wrapped manhood over the eager loser’s face. The hero pulls the kneeling heel off then just tells him to get to work.

Mimik doesn't need another invitation. He reaches up and slowly peels off the red trunks, releasing the python within. The villain leans in, engulfing the cock head as he skillfully lowers the briefs down. Multitasking. Once the trunks are completely off, the promiscuous powerhouse goes to work for real. He uses his hands and mouth like the man-pleasing expert he is.

Captain Patriot loves it. His mouth hangs open as he looks down at the eager loser. When Mimik starts sucking his balls, the hero moans loudly. He probably feels great, finally managing to get a match without a ton of low blows. The defeated doppelgänger actually manages to deep throat the thick cock, gagging on it as he squeezes the bodybuilder's bubble butt.

The hero pulls back, his cock rock-hard and wet from the blowjob and pre-cum. He reaches into his boot and pulls out a condom. Mimik puts it on then falls back. He grabs behind his legs and pulls, presenting himself for the winner. Captain Patriot drops to his knees. PLOP! He licks his fingers then forces them inside the villain’s hole. Mimik moans approvingly.

Captain Patriot smiles, “Damn, you're loose.” I almost laugh, knowing the real reason why, but I hold it in. “Good. Let's get to work.”

The hero wastes no time slamming his wrapped cock inside Mimik. The heel lets out a loud, sustained “FUUUCCCCKKKK!” as the much thicker cock plows inside him. The teen powerhouse moans as Captain Patriot leans into it, bracing his broad shoulders against the back of Mimik's legs. The big bodybuilder starts rhythmically pumping in and out.

Captain Patriot puts his hands on the villain’s shoulders to keep him from sliding as he accelerates. The force has Mimik gasping as his hole is ravaged. Sweat drips from the hero’s chin onto the villain's face. The defeated doppelgänger licks it up then begs for more punishment from the mighty muscleman. The hero obliges, pounding harder and faster.

The brutal fuck has both men gasping in pleasure. Captain Patriot pulls out. He orders Mimik to jerk off as he frees his cock. The hero kneels over the villain, both men pumping their steel shafts. Within a minute, both men cry out simultaneously. They erupt together, coating the teen powerhouse’s chiseled torso with ropes of their hot white seed.

When they're drained, Captain Patriot rises. He flexes over the loser, running through a ten-pose bodybuilding routine that is even more impressive than usual thanks to his sweat and pump. The winner finishes up then kneels down beside the exhausted loser. He runs his finger under the chin strap, lifting it up then sliding it into Mimik’s mouth. He pats the loser’s cheek with a smirk. TAP! TAP! TAP!

Captain Patriot rolls Mimik over onto his stomach. He grabs the mask and pulls it up and off, exposing the thick mop of sweaty brown hair underneath. The hero tosses the mask onto the pile of discarded gear. As a final move, he spanks the mountainous mounds, leaving his red handprint on the smooth bubble butt. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

The hero leaves with all the gear. Jae slides into the ring, getting long, lingering video of the defeated doppelgänger in all his naked glory. Once that's done, Ryan calls wrap and we're done.

After the Match

“Well, what did you think about watching a Cave match?”

“Honest? Boring as hell, Cody.” I simply raise an eyebrow, which forces Josh to admit, “Yeah, I did get horned up a few times. But I mainly wanted to run in there, kick both their asses and show them how it's done. Can't believe a stud like you doesn't.”

I laugh, “Oh, I am definitely tempted sometimes.”

Josh actually smiles, happy to have his alpha feelings validated. Jae joins us, shaking hands with Josh. He comments on how great the tall hunk looks, as amazed as I was by the added muscle with no loss of definition. We chat until Ryan walks up, handing me a clipboard with post-match paperwork.

I tell Josh, “Enjoy your workout, buddy. We have work to do. Jae, you cover Corey. I'll handle Darius.”

Josh heads into the hall to go work out while Jae and I double check that the forms and checks are right. Of course, they are, but we still make sure. Josh is right about getting turned on today. I mention to Jae that next guys won't even arrive for another hour. We’ll have a lot of downtime, even after cleaning up. Maybe we can engage in a little post-match workout of our own?

Jae grins, “You're on.”

The End