The Cave Undercard 24: Captain Patriot vs. Mr. Riddle

The Cave Locker Room

“Nice win, Darius.”

The naked bodybuilder nods, accepting my outstretched hand, “Thanks, Cody.”

As we shake, we're suddenly joined by a third muscleman, who's shirtless in tight athletic shorts and sneakers. I raise an eyebrow, surprised to see the sculpted stud in the locker room. I thought he'd be in the gym, working out, since that's why he said he was here. Before I can say anything, Darius vocalizes my thought, “I'm surprised to see you here, Josh.”

Josh shrugs, “Just here to use the gym, D.” He comes right up to join us. “Change of scenery. Watched your match, though. That lightweight kid gave you a lot of trouble.”

“Nothing I can't handle.” Darius bounces his massive pecs with a smirk, “Obviously.”

I sense some unspoken tension between the two musclemen. I decide to playfully add to it by saying, “Darius has the longest current undefeated streak in The Cave for a reason.”

Josh smirks, “That right? You ever wrestled The Bat?” Darius shakes his head. “Bane?” Another ‘no’. “Nuke Man?” Again, Darius confirms he has not. The tall hunk just nods, feeling like he's proven his point. Josh might not be undefeated, but he's faced a lot tougher competition. He turns to me, “Cody. Don't let me keep you from Cave business.”

“This is Cave business.” I hand Darius a clipboard with some paperwork to sign and a check for the match fee. “You know the drill.”

Darius wrestles for The Cave as a Captain America analog named Captain Patriot. He just finished a tough match against Mimik, a tough 19-year old stud with killer legs. He won, keeping his undefeated streak alive, but did lose a fall. I just need him to confirm that he got paid and that he's feeling good. The pumped and sweaty Darius reads then signs off.

Josh is another wrestler for us. He plays a villain, which is closer to his personality. We've become friends, but he’s our biggest dick by more than one definition. Confident and arrogant, the handsome hunk can definitely be abrasive and demanding. Josh plays Mr. Riddle, obviously based off The Riddler. Unlike the cerebral nature of the comic book version, our Mr. Riddle is a physical powerhouse who's one of our best wrestlers, too. Even I've lost to him.

I leave them alone. As the door is closing, I hear a body crash against the lockers. BANG! I turn back, pushing the door ajar to watch. I don't know what this is, but it sounds like it could be serious. I don't need a real fight in our locker room, especially between two popular wrestlers. If they've got a grudge, they need to save it for when the cameras are running.

I see Josh with his hand around Darius’ throat. He's holding him against the lockers. However, the naked bodybuilder isn't resisting. I relax a little, knowing that if Darius wanted to get free, I'm sure he could. He's not that tired and Josh isn't squeezing on the choke. He's just controlling the shorter muscleman with the hold. They stare at each other with intensity.

The pinned hunk is a gorgeous young bodybuilder, 6’ and 220-lbs of meaty muscle. His limbs are big and sculpted. His pecs are plump and round. And his abs are ripped. His definition is only accentuated by the sheen of sweat on his milk chocolate skin. He's also an amazing wrestler and fighter. So yeah, he must be okay with this. Whatever this is.

Josh is even bigger. At 6’3”/240-lbs, he's a smoking hot stud of ridiculous proportions. Somehow, he's managed to build huge shoulders and a big chest while keeping his waist impressively narrow and trim. He claimed he was here to use our gym, but he's obviously never made it. Still, he's got a natural pump. We watched Darius’ win together from the back. It got Josh horny, but it feels like there's more going on. I knew Josh had an agenda for being here beyond a workout and maybe now I'm finally seeing it play out.

Josh says seductively, “Yeah, that was a win, Captain America, but we both know that beating on some lightweight kid isn't the fight you wanted. And fucking jobber punks like that isn't what you need.”

Darius replies defiantly, “Yeah? You know what I want and need?”

Josh leans in and roughly kisses Darius. He breaks away, “Yeah, I do.”

A snort, “And you think you got what I want and need?”

“Yeah, I got exactly what you fucking need.” Josh uses his free hand to grab his bulge in his shorts and squeeze it. “Better question is, can you handle what I got?”

“Not bad.” Darius reaches around, grabbing Josh’s right ass cheek. He squeezes it, “But I think this is way more interesting. Turn around and show me what you really got for me.”

The taller muscleman releases the choke but splashes his 240-lbs of muscle on top of Darius. SPLAT! He holds the naked bodybuilder against the cold metal lockers as they stare into each other’s eyes. I'm fascinated by what I'm seeing. If they're fighting for top, they need to do it on camera, but I don't dare interrupt. It's too intimate and personal. I shouldn't even be spying.

Josh forces Darius’ arms up then uses one hand to trap the naked muscleman’s hands over his head against the metal locker door. His 240-lbs of powerful muscle presses down, crushing the pumped bodybuilder. Josh leans in, ravaging the pinned hunk’s mouth. His free hand caresses his prey’s dark sweaty skin. It's an incredibly passionate, intense and mutual kiss. Josh finally steps back then starts kneading one of the incredible, meaty pecs.

In response, Darius swivels his hips and moans, but doesn't really fight it. Josh clamps his huge hand on the heaving pec hard, crushing it in a vicious claw. The shorter stud groans in pain as he closes his eyes, bites his bottom lip and lifts his chin. His arms stay pinned over his head, once again leading me to believe he's not looking for help. Still, Josh’s hands are oversized and powerful. I see his fingers dig deep into the meaty chest muscle.

Josh shakes the claw, getting Darius to actually whimper. Satisfied, he lets the claw go, but keeps the arms pinned up. He reaches down and grabs Darius’ cock. He jerks it and the naked hunk once again just goes with it. The taller stud growls, “You can play with boys, but you really wanna man.” With that, he unleashes powerful punches to the ripped midsection. THUD! THUD! THUD! Darius grunts with every shot, but his cock stays hard.

The trapped hunk finally tears his hands free. He grabs Josh under his armpits then forcibly spins them around. With Josh against the lockers, Darius explores the big man’s body. He locks on a double pec claw. Josh grips his wrists, but he can't pry the hands off him. As Darius’ fingers dig deeper and deeper, the taller stud’s face shows the pain. He lifts his knee up into Darius’ side. THUD! The bodybuilder doesn't release the claw.

Josh focuses, ignoring the pain in his chest. He reaches out, grabbing Darius into a choke hold. With amazing strength, he actually powers the bodybuilder into a suspended choke hold. Darius loses the claw as he hangs in the air. He braces his shins on Josh’s thighs for support. I admire his amazing ass, understanding why Josh wants it so bad. The hanging hunk suddenly pulls the taller stud’s hands open. Free, Darius smoothly drops to the floor, landing perfectly.

The shorter stud pounds Josh’s chiseled abs. POW! POW! POW! The taller stud flexes his abs as he refuses to sell the blows. He tightens his whole body. Wow. POW! POW! POW! I see his massive cock tenting his tiny, tight shorts. Fuck, these two are playing one helluva game and obviously loving it. When Darius pauses, Josh’s abs are red, but just as solid as ever. The taller hunk grabs Darius by the shoulders then spins them back around. BANG!

Josh bats the meaty black muscleman’s cock. WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! They lock eyes then the taller stud dives in for another rough kiss. They feel each other up as they fight for dominance. It feels like Josh is more in control, but Darius isn't submitting. The taller muscleman finally pulls his lips away. He stares at the bodybuilder intently, looking for any sign of submission. I see none. The two hunks are so into each other that they still don't realize that I'm watching.

The taller stud starts in again, this time with some stiff pec punches. THUD! THUD! THUD! Darius flexes his chest, just smirking as Josh tests him. Now it's his turn to unsell his opponent's power. THUD! THUD! THUD! The bodybuilder isn't resisting, but he's not giving in, either. It just looks like he's just playing along, seeing how far Josh intends to go. Knowing the tall stud like I do, that's pretty far. If he wants Darius, he'll do whatever he has to do to get him.

Josh switches his attack to rough fondling, resuming control of the black hunk’s rock-hard cock. Darius is just taking it, not fighting back, yet. When Josh leans in to kiss him again, Darius pushes to the side. The taller stud falls face first into the lockers, kissing metal instead of hunk. BANG! Darius jumps onto the bench then grabs Josh from behind in a rear naked choke. I see his ass flex as he tightens his grip.

Josh flails his arms, probably shocked by the escalation. The naked bodybuilder says, “Tap or go out, Josh.” The taller stud tries to pull the arm from his neck, but he can't. I see Josh visibly weaken as Darius squeezes harder to make the threat more real. Josh suddenly turns, throwing Darius sideways into the lockers. BANG! That knocks him loose. Josh staggers away coughing as the naked bodybuilder flexes his arms. Both guys, still hard, face off.

Darius opens his arms, “How far you wanna go?”

Josh just smirks then saunters in close. They embrace in a deep passionate kiss. Josh suddenly powers Darius into a bearhug. The bodybuilder lets out a loud moan as his naked body is crushed. I guess this is going to go pretty far. But there doesn't seem to be any real danger. It's mutual. It’s just guys having rough fun. It happens all the time here.

I tell myself, “Okay, enough spying, Cody. Give the guys their privacy.” I reluctantly close the door, leaving the two alphas to finish whatever game they're playing.

In the Office

My boyfriend Jae and I use part of our break to release some tension, too. As we slip into the office, I tell him what I saw and ask if he's heard anything about Darius and Josh. He hasn't, but is surprised. “They're both hot musclemen, so I can see them being into each other physically, but they don't seem like a good match. Two dominant alphas. Both 100% tops.”

I shrug, “Not 100%. They're natural tops, but I've fucked them both.”

“True, but by that definition no guy in LA is a 100% top, since you've fucked everyone.”

“Ha, ha. I'm just saying that Josh likes to go after guys like Darius. Look at Doug or Jose. They're fairly alpha, but Josh tamed them both. And maybe Darius isn't such an alpha. Maybe he just needs to be approached the right way.”

Jae’s eyes narrow, “You've said that before. Do you know something about him that you haven't told me?”

I shake my head, “No, it's just a feeling. Remember how he served as Toyboy’s henchman during our roleplay session? That's pretty beta, playing an action figure for a bondage master. And no way was it his first time in that dungeon.”

“Yeah, but that doesn't make someone a candidate for being a submissive bottom to a guy like Josh. Darius might like to have his body played with, but Josh is way more intense than Winston. He'll take it way further.” Jae pauses then asks, “Did you tell Josh about Toyboy? When you two were watching Darius beat Corey?”

I pause, trying to remember. Did I? Is the scene I just witnessed a result of something I said? No, Josh was into Darius from the start. That's why he watched the match. I'm sure it's even why he came here to work out. He knew Darius was wrestling. Based on what I saw, whatever is happening is something that's been building for a while. And it just erupted today. Darius was hot from wrestling. Josh was hot from watching him wrestle. Ka-boom.

Twenty minutes later, Jae and I leave the office after a fun little fuck session of our own. Josh is just walking out of the locker room, showered and pumped. I can guess he's going to ask for a match against Darius. I can't tell if he won or lost, but I know not to ask. I shouldn't have been spying. Instead, I just smile, “Wow, you're finished already?”

Josh’s muscles subtly tense, “No, not finished by a long shot.” Jae and I both look suitably confused. Josh shifts gears, “Hey, you were all hot for me to wrestle again. How ‘bout Darius for my next opponent?”

“Wow, okay.” I pretend to think, “Yeah, I think you two would be hot together. I'll call him now.”

Josh smirks, “Yeah, cool. Lemme know what he says.”

I just nod, but my look tells Josh that I'm fully aware that Captain Patriot will agree to face Mr. Riddle. The handsome hunk looks surprised at my knowing smirk, but decides to ignore it. Guys are used to me knowing things. It's part of my mystique. Josh thanks me for letting him watch then says he's heading off. Without ever stepping foot in the weight room.

Jae and I head into the locker room. We find Darius still here, just tying his shoes. He looks tired, but after the afternoon he's had, I get it. I ask him the question, even though I already know the answer. Sure enough, he's more than willing to face Josh as Mr. Riddle in the ring as soon as it can be scheduled.

The Match

Just four days later, we're ready to go. The two musclemen have been introduced. They've flexed and posed for the cameras. I'm in the shadows with Jae to observe, while Ryan and his obnoxious friend Pete are handling camera duties. Both Jae and I are shirtless in thin athletic shorts with nothing underneath as we anticipate a hot big man battle. We've made a little side bet. He's convinced Darius will win. I'm the opposite. No matter who wins, we'll be having fun after the match, too.

In the ring, Captain Patriot stretches in his corner. He looks amazing in his red-white-and-blue briefs with a white star on the front. He's also got short blue gloves, red wrestling boots and a blue mask with another star on the front. His shield hangs from the ringpost by the arm straps in back. I notice he hasn't shaved his face since he was last here. The bodybuilder is pumped and focused. He better be. Mr. Riddle is his toughest challenge yet.

Speaking of the villain, Mr. Riddle is even more impressive, if that's possible. His simple green briefs have a big black question mark in front, but ironically, they leave no question about what's waiting inside. Especially when the muscle-heel is already slightly excited. Even though he's in his usual green accessories - head mask, knee pads and leather boots - he's looking more dangerous than usual. Yeah, he wants this.

From the shadows, I ring the bell. DING! DING! DING!

Mr. Riddle charges out, hoping to catch the hero by surprise. The bodybuilder is ready. He kicks up, stopping the villain with a big red boot to the eight-pack abs. THUD! Riddle grunts and takes a step back, but is otherwise unfazed. Those insane abs are unbreakable. Captain Patriot is undaunted. He's already up in the air, delivering a dropkick to the heel’s chest. WHOMP! That sends the tall muscleman flying backwards into his corner. CLANG!

Captain Patriot rises immediately, but a hard-charging Mr. Riddle is already there. They lock up, struggling for dominance. The taller muscleman is stronger, but the bodybuilder is able to hold his own. Finally, Riddle manages to take control. He powers Cap into a side headlock. The villain leads the helpless hero around the ring as he crushes his head.

The muscle-heel squeezes hard, making the headlock hurt. Every time the hero tries a counter, he gets roughly pulled forward, distracting his attempt. Captain Patriot is grunting as he stumbles behind the muscleman, trying to focus. The buff bodybuilder finally just pushes as hard as he can when Riddle drags him. His head slips free, but his mask shifts.

As Captain Patriot adjusts his mask, Mr. Riddle takes advantage. He kicks into the ripped midsection. The hero flies backwards into the corner. CLANG! He bounces out right into another big boot that bends him forward. The villain clubs the hero's back, dropping him to his hands and knees. PLOP! A big boot finishes the job, dropping Cap spread-eagle on the canvas. THUD! SPLAT!

Now the big green boots go to work. Mr. Riddle starts wearing the bodybuilder down by driving his huge boots into the broad back. STOMP! STOMP! STOMP! Cap tries to rise, but the boots drive him down every time. I know his muscles are strong, but the whole ring is shaking from the power Riddle is unleashing. STOMP! STOMP! STOMP!

Mr. Riddle stops stomping so he can slide his toe under the big bodybuilder. He lifts, guiding the handsome hero onto his back. The villain immediately starts in with another round of big boots, this time targeting the meaty chest and hard as granite washboard stomach. STOMP! STOMP! STOMP! Cap flexes his pecs and abs as a defense, but he really needs to escape.

As if reading my mind, Captain Patriot finally moves. However, instead of doing the usual move and trying to roll away, he throws his big body towards Mr. Riddle. With the villain balancing on one foot, he can't resist the 220-lbs of muscle crashing into his leg. The heel crashes down onto his knee then face-first onto the canvas. SPLAT!

The hero leaps onto Mr. Riddle’s broad back. He goes for a full nelson as he lies on top, but the villain flexes to block it. The taller muscleman is simply too wide and Cap can't lock his hands in place. The muscle-heel throws them over, putting the bodybuilder on his back while he flips over on top. They start grappling for control. Riddle goes for an armbar, but he gets blocked.

The studs are a blur as it's becomes a furious fight for some kind of finisher. Mr. Riddle can't stay on top for long. The thicker, more compact powerhouse throws him off. Captain Patriot dives in and tries for a facelock. He gets flipped onto his back. The hero wraps his legs into a controlling body scissors. The villain adds some body punches into the grappling. THUD! THUD! THUD! The hero's thick muscle seems to absorb the shots, which angers the heel.

Mr. Riddle manages to pin Captain Patriot's wrists to the mat. He somehow ignores the body scissors, even as the hero tries to focus on it. The villain holds the wrists down with one hand then he ruthlessly pounds the left pec muscle. THUD! THUD! THUD! The hero's heaving chest is beautifully sculpted and thick as fuck. Once again, Cap takes the vicious shots without even grunting. THUD! THUD! THUD!

Captain Patriot suddenly uses his scissors to throw the 240-lbs muscleman to the side. He releases his legs then scrambles up. Both men are on their feet. They're pumped and sweaty from the grappling, but other than one red left pec on the hero, I'm not sure they accomplished much. They stare each other down, breathing hard and looking intense, before re-engaging.

As they move in, Captain Patriot ducks the lockup, smoothly slipping behind the villain. He tries for a belly-to-back suplex, but Mr. Riddle blocks it by locking his boot behind the hero's boot. Instead of flying over in a beautiful throw, they just trip, clumsily falling with Cap on the bottom, crushed under 240-lbs of muscle. PLOP! OOF! The heel rolls off onto one knee as the hero catches his breath.

The villain laughs, “I knew you couldn't suplex me. Your shit only works on little guys.” He raises his arm in a double bicep pose, spreading his impossibly wide lats and showing off his perfectly proportioned torso.

The two wrestlers rise. Mr. Riddle is faster. He charges in with a clothesline. The hero falls back into a bridge, letting it sail harmlessly overhead. WHOOSH! That bridge is one of the big bodybuilder’s signature moves. He looks amazing, hips up, bulge standing high, his body curved. As he always does, Cap smoothly pushes back up to a standing crouch, ready for action.

Mr. Riddle is charging back in. He lifts his big green boot, aiming for the hero's handsome face. The squatting bodybuilder sees it coming. He grabs the boot then pushes it aside. The villain does a 180, exposing his back. Captain Patriot reaches between his opponent's legs and smoothly pulls him back onto his shoulders. He rolls Riddle up into a spladle, trapping him.

The hero spreads the long legs open wide, using his strength to really stretch the groin muscle. Mr. Riddle moans and tries to push free, but he can't get enough force behind it. Cap is strong as hell. The bodybuilder doesn't bother counting a pin, knowing the heel can lift his shoulder in this position. Instead, he focuses on the legs.

Captain Patriot uses his free hand to punch the inner thigh at the groin. THUD! THUD! THUD! The villain is immediately crying out. Mr. Riddle tries to power out, but Cap has him locked in. If the muscle-heel relaxed and twisted, he could probably turn himself, but it's like he can't accept that anyone can hold him. Or at least that this man can control him. Fine. Just keep getting that soft spot in your leg hammered. THUD! THUD! THUD!

Mr. Riddle roars as he tries once again to power out. Once again, he's unsuccessful. THUD! THUD! THUD! After these latest fists, Captain Patriot shifts strategy. Figuring he's softened the muscle up, he digs his thick, powerful fingers into the smooth white flesh. The villain moans loudly as the fingers sink into his leg, crushing his tenderized groin muscle.

The villain thrashes wildly as his inner leg is torn up by the cruel claw. The nerve hold is highly effective in the right hands and I'm think Cap’s right hand is one of those right hands. Mr. Riddle cries out. He violently thrashes. His 240-lbs of muscle is hard to control, even for the 220-lbs bodybuilder. The heel manages to twist free, turning onto his dude and negating the hold. Just like I said he could.

Mr. Riddle might be free, but he's sore. He crawls then fights to rise. The muscleman is obviously favoring his leg as he hobbles. Meanwhile, Captain Patriot is stalking him from behind. The villain finally remembers that he's in a match. It's too late. Cap grabs him from behind and lifts him up. The hero drops him in a spine-crunching atomic drop. CRACK! The heel flies into the corner, lying on the top turnbuckle while grabbing his ass.

Captain Patriot sees his opportunity. With Riddle’s back exposed to him, the hero dives in with a huge shoulder block. WHOMP! The villain stands up straight, leaning backwards. Perfect for the bodybuilder to lift the 240-lbs onto his shoulders. The big heel cries out as he's racked by the smaller powerhouse. Cap controls the weight on his shoulders, bending him mercilessly.

Mr. Riddle flails his arms and kicks his legs, but he can't get free. He reaches to rake Captain Patriot across the face, but the hero shakes him to end that. The villain moans, but he's not giving. His back is strong and Cap didn't set this up. The hero’s hand inside the leg slides up, clutching the inner thigh. Okay, THIS he set up.

When the hero's hand clamps on the leg, Mr. Riddle thrashes wildly in the rack. It's all Captain Patriot can do to control the massive muscleman on his back. But he does. The villain has no choice.

“AW FUCK! I GIVE! LEMME DOWN! I GIVE!”

Captain Patriot drops the villain to the canvas. He flexes over the writhing muscle-heel. Beside me, Jae reaches over and grabs my leg. We're both tenting in our thin shorts. He leans in, “So fucking hot. Did you ever think you'd see Riddle beaten like that by a smaller guy?”

I remind him, “I already have. Up close.”

“Oops. Sorry, I forgot. Still, I'm feeling pretty good about our bet right now.”

I just smile, “There's still a lot more wrestling to go.”

I roll over onto my knees in front of him. I'm still sure I'll be right in the end, but I don't mind paying the price now. I peel down Jae's shorts and go to work, sucking my boyfriend’s amazing cock. We have a five-minute break and I use every single second to enjoy his body. With some playful nipple play and aggressive mouth action, I suck a load right out of him as time winds down. I drain him soft, kiss him then move back into my seat, ready to ring the bell.

Round Two

DING! DING! DING!

The two big musclemen move out of their corners. They circle, eying each other. Normally, Mr. Riddle would be talking, but he's surprisingly quiet. He must be a little concerned. Captain Patriot is usually quiet, except when announcing his moves, but he also seems really focused. Whatever side action they have going on, it's obvious both want to control it.

They move in and lock up. Mr. Riddle’s adrenaline must be overflowing, because he steamrolls over the 220-lbs bodybuilder, driving him backwards into the corner. CLANG! The whole ring shakes on impact. The villain lifts his knee into the hero's side. THUD! He grabs Cap by the wrist and whips him across the ring. The hero slams into the opposite corner, back-first. CLANG! As he bounces out, he's met by a huge clothesline that nearly takes his head off. THWAK! SPLAT!

Captain Patriot writhes on the mat. The villain flexes as he yells, “YEAH! That's how you fucking do it, bitch! YEAH!” Mr. Riddle moves in. He grabs the back of the hero’s flag trunks and blue mask. He lifts fast and hard, forcing Cap up while stretching the briefs to the max. Mr. Riddle’s supreme confidence has returned. He whips his victim into the corner, chest first. CLANG! The bodybuilder sags onto the turnbuckle as he tries to focus.

While the villain moves backwards into the opposite corner, we get a great view of the hero’s broad back and mountainous ass as the trunks wedge up his crack. Mr. Riddle charges out, running at Cap. He leaps into the air for a splash. Captain Patriot isn't hurt enough for this. He heard the stomping footsteps, simply dropping out of the way. The heel sails over him, landing full weight on the top turnbuckle. CLANG! OOF! He bounces off, landing on his back.

Mr. Riddle writhes on the mat holding his stomach after the botched move. Captain Patriot is up fast. He moves in, grabbing the muscle-heel by the hair. He drags him up, quickly scooping him up then bodyslamming him back down. BOOM! The ring shakes as Riddle bridges his hips up to ease the pain. Cap drives his boot down into the raised pelvis. STOMP!

Captain Patriot softens the heel up with more boots. STOMP! STOMP! STOMP! The hero grabs Riddle by the wrist and pulls him up. The villain flies up, pulled across the bodybuilder's broad shoulders then flipped over onto his neck and upper back. WHACK! Riddle rolls onto his side, his feet kicking up and down.

Cap wastes no time. He grabs the villain’s head and pulls the stunned stud up between his legs. The hero tightens up, locking Mr. Riddle in a standing head scissors. The mighty tree trunk legs flex, every muscle popping as he squeezes the heel’s head. I can hear the echoes of Riddle’s moaning as he suffers in the brutal hold.

Mr. Riddle instinctively pushes on the legs, but that'll never work. The villain realizes it, too. He lifts one foot up, planting it. Before he can even try for the back body drop. Captain Patriot bends forward and clubs his victim on the back. WHOMP! OOF! That ends the resistance for the moment. The hero can't resist flexing, even bouncing his meaty pecs as he weakens the muscle-heel with his incredible legs.

When the hero flexes his legs again, the villain cries out louder. He doesn't give as he desperately holds onto the huge legs that are crushing his head. I see it immediately, but Captain Patriot doesn't. Mr. Riddle is mapping out the legs, going higher and higher. Watch out, Cap! Suddenly, the heel punches his fists in. They simultaneously slam into bulge, squeezing the prominent package from either side. SQUISH! The hero’s eyes pop out and he loses the scissors, stumbling back, holding his manhood.

Mr. Riddle shakes out his head as he rests on one knee. His face is red from the pressure. I wonder how close he was to giving? The hero fights through his own pain, driving his red boot into the side of the villain's head. CRACK! That sends Riddle rolling to the ropes, where he lands on his stomach. Captain Patriot staggers forward, still walking funny from the low blow.

Cap adjusts his package as he closes in. He's finally able to stand up straight and I see him take a deep breath. With the cheap shot shaken off, he's ready to resume his attack. The villain has used his left hand and the ropes to pull himself up to hand and knees. When the bodybuilder reaches for his opponent, the heel throws his 240-lbs of muscle into him, shoulder blocking Cap down. THUD! WHAM!

Both men lie on their backs, sweaty and sore from the abuse. They roll away from each other, rising slowly. I can't tell who's worse off or if either of them is playing possum. They both look like they could use a break. I'm right as they circle the ring cautiously. If there was a crowd, they'd yell “BORING!” It's three laps before they make a move to lock up. We'll have to edit this into one lap.

They guys lock up, but Mr. Riddle immediately turns, throwing his elbow up under the hero's chin. CRACK! The shot sends Captain Patriot spinning around, holding his jaw. The villain comes in behind. He reaches under Cap’s armpits and grabs tight hold of the bodybuilder's perfect pecs. The heel slams his massive manhood into the hero’s mountainous ass.

Captain Patriot instinctively tries to pry the claw off, but the heel's huge paws are locked in tight. A pec claw also isn't the point. As Riddle digs in with the claw, he says, “You like suplexes? See how you like my pec-plex!” The villain lifts as he leans back. He throws the 220-lbs of muscle backwards in the belly-to-back suplex variation. WHAM! The hero lands on his shoulders and neck hard, but it's his meaty pecs that he clutches.

Mr. Riddle rolls over and mounts the bodybuilder. After using his opponent's perfect pecs to lift his entire weight, he knows they must be sore. The villain fires his fists down into the meaty chest, ruthlessly pummeling it. THUD! THUD! THUD! Captain Patriot tries to block the blows, but his hands are swept away with ease. THUD! THUD! THUD! I can see red on the sculpted caramel mounds; the smooth skin no longer flawless as red fist-prints cover them.

The villain switches to another pec claw. Once his huge hands are locked, the hero can only moan and stomp his feet in futility. BAM! BAM! BAM! Captain Patriot drives his knees into Riddle’s back, but they bounce off the thick muscles. Meanwhile, the muscle-heel is leaning forward, bearing down with all his weight and power as the hero whimpers under him.

Mr. Riddle shifts from being on his knees to planting his feet. He smoothly stands, using the pec claw to drag Captain Patriot up with him. ARGH! The hero clutches the villain's forearms for dear life as he fights to withstand the brutal claw. The muscle-heel shoves the helpless bodybuilder back against the ropes. He breaks the claw then hammers the hero with devastating forearms to the pecs. THUD! THUD! THUD!

Captain Patriot holds onto the top rope for support, but that only helps Riddle. The heel splashes his body into the hero's. SLAM! He then pushes the bodybuilder's arms back over the top rope while reach behind him for the middle one. In seconds, Cap is kneeling, his arms bound in the ropes. Uh oh. The villain smiles as he dusts his hands.

The hero struggles to get free, but Mr. Riddle isn't letting that happen. He drives his boot into the damaged pecs. STOMP! Captain Patriot pushes the ropes back then their momentum flings him forward. The heel is ready with another, his timing perfect to cause the most damage. STOMP! STOMP! STOMP! When the villain pauses, the hero hangs weakly in the ropes, his head down.

Mr. Riddle drops to one knee. He unleashes brutal fists onto the helpless hunk’s stretched out chest. THUD! THUD! THUD! Cap cries out louder and sharper with every shot. His meaty pecs are tough, but this relentless abuse is clearly breaking them down. The villain pauses to caress and knead the heaving chest, admiring his handiwork. He tugs on the nipples, eliciting a moan.

“Fuck, these meat bags are sweet. And you're actually loving this, you kinky fucker.”

The villain is right, based on the growing package. Mr. Riddle cups the hero's big bulge and fondles it. Captain Patriot groans as his head hangs down, forcing him to watch the muscle-heel play with him. The bodybuilder moans with pleasure, but I notice his arms relaxing. He subtly shifts his hands. Oh, distraction. Let's see what - suddenly, the hero frees his arms, driving forward with a forearm to Riddle’s face. CRACK!

A surprised Mr. Riddle falls onto his ass, holding his cheek. The hero uses the ropes to crawl to his feet. The villain rises up, still in shock. Captain Patriot bounces off the ropes with another forearm. CRACK! He moves in on the dazed muscle-heel. When he closes the gap, Riddle lashes out with his own fist to the left pec. THUD! The hero staggers back, clutching his chest.

Mr. Riddle moves in, pushing Captain Patriot into the corner. CLANG! He holds the hero's neck, pushing him backwards over the top turnbuckle. The villain unleashes rapid fire right jabs into the left pec. POW! POW! POW! The hero grunts and gasps. The taller stud grabs the bodybuilder's left wrist, pulling it behind Cap’s head. He holds it with his left hand as he kisses his right fist.

“You ready for the punchline, bitch?”

Mr. Riddle drives his fist into the hero's wide-open left pec. WHOMP! The bodybuilder shakes and shudders as the heart punch paralyzed his whole body. The villain casually throws the 220-lbs muscleman to the canvas, letting him flop onto his back. The heel grabs his victim’s ankles and bends Cap in half. He presses his bulge down on the beautiful bubble butt, pinning the twitching hero. The villain counts the pin.

ONE! The hero is still paralyzed from the heart punch.

TWO! With 240-lbs of muscle pressing down, Cap is trapped.

THREE! That's a fall.

Mr. Riddle rolls off, letting the bodybuilder free. As the hero lies unmoving on his back, his arms out and legs wide open, the villain plants his boot on the wrecked pecs. He flexes over Captain Patriot, “You're done. You did your best, but I'm just the better man.” A little premature, but Riddle is certainly in a better place heading into the final round.

While the villain savors the moment, Jae whispers to me, “Riddles don't have punchlines, do they?”

I shrug, “Does that really matter right now?”

Grabbing my hardening cock in my shorts, I jerk it lightly. My boyfriend smiles, getting the point. He slides over to me, sitting on my lap facing me. We kiss passionately then he slides off in front of me. Jae guides me to my feet then pushes me against the wall. He slowly works his way down my body, kissing and fondling my torso before reaching my shorts.

Jae pulls my shorts down onto my thighs then goes to town on my cock. Damn, his lips feel so good. I moan and caress his head, encouraging him to keep working my porn-sized cock. He's really learned how to handle my huge manhood. Oh fuck. The five-minute break goes fast. Just as time expires, Jae takes my load from me, swallowing every drop.

When he's finished. I collapse into my chair. Exhausted and satisfied, I reach out and hammer the bell. Hopefully this round lasts a little while, because no matter who wins, I want to be back to full strength as Jae and I settle our bet.

Round Three

DING! DING! DING!

The studs have used the break well to recover and focus. They both want this so badly. It obviously has greater implications for them than a simple Cave match. And now it's come down to one fall. I'd give Mr. Riddle the advantage, but Captain Patriot has been tough. He just got caught by surprise by the villain's new quick strike heart punch. Heck, even I was surprised.

Both guys push out of their corner. Knowing he has the freshness edge, Mr. Riddle charges in faster. He goes for a big clothesline, but Captain Patriot ducks under it. WHOOSH! The hero spins fast as the tall muscleman’s momentum turns him away, exposing his back. Cap fires three solid punches into the kidneys. THUD! THUD! THUD! Riddle jumps away.

Mr. Riddle spins as Captain Patriot goes for a spear. He manages to brace, catching the diving hero around the shoulders. With his incredible strength, the mighty villain flips the charging hero onto his back. WHAM! He drives his boot into the bodybuilder's thick pecs. STOMP! STOMP! STOMP! The hero manages to catch the boot on the way down. He pushes up, toppling the muscleman backwards.

Captain Patriot rolls away and springs to his feet. Mr. Riddle is moving in fast. They lock up, immediately struggling for control. Riddle is stronger, but the hero knows that. He smoothly falls backwards, pulling the villain with him. He lifts his boot up between them, using it to flip the 240-lbs heel all the way over. BOOM! Both guys roll to their right, getting to their feet fast.

Riddle tries a big kick, but Captain Patriot sees it coming. He leans back, minimizing the impact then turns into the heel with a shoulder block. WHOMP! The impact levels the villain whose only on one leg. WHAM! Now it's Cap’s turn to unleash the boots. STOMP! STOMP! STOMP! The taller muscleman rolls over onto his stomach, but the boots keep coming. STOMP! STOMP! STOMP!

The villain pushes up, blasting through the boots like they mean nothing to him. Wow. He rises, getting clubbed, but shaking it off. Captain Patriot tries a knee lift to the abs, but again, it can't seem to penetrate his opponent's adrenaline-fueled invulnerability. Wow. Mr. Riddle grabs the stunned hero around the waist, locking him into a bearhug.

Captain Patriot grunts as his body is squeezed in the powerful vice. Riddle lifts the bodybuilder up as though his 220-lbs of muscle was nothing. Every one of the mighty heel’s muscles is pumped and flexing. His legs from the lift. His arms from the squeezing. His back and neck from the intensity. Riddle is putting everything he has into this one.

The hero is moaning and gasping. Even his bodybuilder muscles are struggling to hold on. He draws his arm backwards, but a squeeze and shake End that attempted counter. Captain Patriot puts his hands inside Riddle’s forearms. He forces his hands inside the bearhug. With powerful thrusts, the suffering stud traps himself more and more. Can he really break this crushing hold like that?

Mr. Riddle tries shaking a submission out of Captain Patriot before he can even try to power out. It doesn't work. The hero’s arms slide in up to the elbow. With a loud roar, the bodybuilder tries to spread his arms. The villain has to lower his opponent as he tries to hold on. The two men barely move, but their grunting fills the arena. Their sweat runs down their chiseled bodies. Both men fight their hardest.

Suddenly, Mr. Riddle’s hands fly out to the side. OOF! Wow, the hero got free. Captain Patriot immediately grabs the villain around the waist. He lifts, but not for a bearhug. The bodybuilder lifts and spins, driving the muscle-heel down with a belly-to-belly suplex. BOOM! The men bounce on the mat. Cap is up first, grabbing hold of the heel’s hair to drag him up.

Captain Patriot pulls Riddle into a front facelock. He grabs the side of the tight green trunks. With sudden speed and power, the hero suplexes the villain over fast and hard. BOOM! He didn't introduce it, but he calls this his United Suplexes of America. I remember that the heel told me he couldn't be suplexed once. Now it's happened twice. Hm.

The hero grabs hold of the villain’s hair again. As the heel is pulled up to one knee, Mr. Riddle grabs Cap’s thick quads. He suddenly headbutts the bodybuilder in the bulge. SQUISH! That distracts Captain Patriot, who bends forward over Riddle’s right shoulder. The villain pushes up on the thick quads. He stands up while flipping the hero over. Cap lands on his back. WHAM!

Captain Patriot springs to his feet fast. When he turns into Riddle, the villain grabs him by the neck and inner thigh. With amazing power, the muscle-heel powers his opponent up, pressing the 220-lbs of muscle over his head in a gorilla press. The hero helplessly hovers high above the canvas. Riddle lowers his right arm, flipping Cap over and slamming him down. KABOOM! The hero bounces on impact then rolls onto his stomach, twitching and convulsing.

Mr. Riddle steps on the ailing hero’s back. He flexes as he walks over him, using his 240-lbs to really dig his boot into the bodybuilder. He goes back and forth, four times in all, feeling supremely confident. The villain moves in front of Captain Patriot. He bends over to pull the hero up, but pauses as the suffering stud grabs his ankles in his short blue gloves.

Captain Patriot slowly pulls his body forward. Mr. Riddle puts his hands on his hips, watching the sad display as the hero struggles to rise using the dominant muscleman's body to do it. The climb of shame is slow as Cap uses the shiny green boots to pull his right knee under him. With great effort, he grabs the villain's upper legs and pulls himself higher.

The hero brings his left boot up, planting it as he reaches behind Riddle, grabbing his ass to bring his face level with the heel's huge, tenting bulge. Riddle is loving this. Captain Patriot sighs and looks up. The dominant muscleman looks down, “Well, get on with it, you pathetic loser.” The bodybuilder lowers his head and breathes in deeply. Hm. I notice his lower arm slip between Riddle’s knees.

Suddenly, Captain Patriot pushes up, bringing his arm up between the villain's legs. Not as a low blow, but as a lift. He rises up, smoothly scooping a shocked Mr. Riddle across his meaty chest. The hero moves to the corner then runs and jumps, delivering a huge power slam down to the canvas. KABOOM! Both me bounce with the hero flying off the villain into a sitting position.

As Cap rises, Riddle bridges his hips to lift his back up. He gets a hard boot to his abs, driving his hips back down. STOMP! It was smart of the hero to play into the villain's ego. He even had me fooled, thinking he was done. Captain Patriot moves in. He bends over to grab Riddle, who surprises him with a stiff forearm to the head. CRACK! The hero collapses to the side.

Mr. Riddle rolls over, covering the dazed hero.

ONE!

TWO!

The hero kicks out, throwing the villain off him with authority. Both men rise. Riddle goes for a clothesline, but once again, Cap is ready. The bodybuilder turns and grabs the arm. He spins and trips the villain down onto his face. SPLAT! The all-American muscleman locks the heel's arm between his legs then grabs under his chin. Riddle moans as he's trapped in the crossface.

Captain Patriot pulls hard, but Mr. Riddle is tough. Too tough to give to this hold. He powers out, helped by their sweat as he slides his arm free. He reaches back, raking the hero's eyes then pushing up to throw the blinded bodybuilder off him. The heel grabs Captain Patriot by the ankle then rises.

Mr. Riddle steps over the hero's leg. He bends it then spins, probably going for a figure-four, but Cap counters as soon as Riddle’s back is turned by kicking the villain's butt with his free foot. The tall muscleman flies into the corner, hitting the turnbuckle face-first. CLANG! He drops to his knees, shaking out his head, as Captain Patriot rises to his feet.

The hero moves in, grabbing Riddle by the hair. He forces the stunned stud up to his feet, then turns to go for a torture rack. The villain is aware enough to push back, sending Captain Patriot flying off him. The two men face each other again. They have a staredown, both of them breathing hard. Riddle fluffs his bulge. Cap bounces his pecs. They walk closer. It's on. Again.

Mr. Riddle hammers Cap with a huge forearm. WHOMP! The hero retaliates with his own. WHOMP! The two hunks exchange devastating body blows. WHOMP! THUD! POW! They stagger each other but keep coming back for more. THUD! WHOMP! KAPOW! Both big men look wobbly. Suddenly, Riddle goes wild with a flurry of crushing shots that drops Cap to one knee. WHOMP! WHOMP! WHOMP!

The heel pauses over the stunned stud, catching his breath. Captain Patriot pushes off his planted foot. He spears the shocked stud, driving Riddle back into the corner. CLANG! The bodybuilder delivers a series of body-crushing shoulder blocks to the heel’s chiseled midsection. THUD! THUD! THUD! The moaning muscleman sags in the corner.

Captain Patriot rises. He grabs the gasping villain by the hair and forces him to stand up. Mr. Riddle suddenly shoots his hands out. He locks on a choke then lifts the 220-lbs bodybuilder into the air. URK! The hero struggles. He plants his boots on the ropes on either side of his attacker, but he can't get loose. His powerful arms fall to the side and his body goes limp.

Mr. Riddle can't support the hero's dead weight. He throws him down onto his back. SPLAT! The impact wakes the bodybuilder up a little, but all he can do is writhe before Riddle. The villain moves in fast. He drops down, putting his green leather-wrapped shin across the hero’s throat. The confident muscleman lifts his right arm.

ONE! Riddle raises one finger as he flexes his left arm.

TWO! Another finger. A bicep kiss. No movement from the hero.

THR - NO!

Cap gets his shoulder up just in time. Mr. Riddle looks to Ryan’s camera for confirmation. No pin. He snarls, but he's the one who went for the cocky pin. The villain rises. He drags Captain Patriot up. On the way up, the hero goes for another surprise scoop out of instinct. He gets the heel up, but this time, Riddle is ready. He leaps with the lift, using his momentum to fly over the hero’s shoulder and land softly behind the surprised stud.

Mr. Riddle whips his right arm around Captain Patriot’s neck. He locks his right hand on his left bicep as he grips the hero's mask with his left hand. With a sudden squeeze, the rear naked choke is on. It looks perfect from here. The bodybuilder flails his arms, but he's half-out of it within seconds. The villain fights for the sleeper, knowing this is his chance.

Captain Patriot sags. His thick legs look powerless. His mighty arms fall lower and lower. The handsome hero's eyes close and open weakly. His mouth hangs open. Even his meaty pecs are looking soft as his stomach goes in and out. The increasingly lifeless bodybuilder can't even lift his arms now. I don't think he's playing possum. I think he's in serious trouble.

Mr. Riddle keeps the pressure up. Suddenly, the bodybuilder goes completely limp. The villain tosses the lifeless carcass to the canvas. SPLAT! The heel breathes in deeply. He gathers himself as he walks around the fallen hero. Riddle bends over and lifts Captain Patriot’s right arm. He drops it. PLOP!

ONE!

Mr. Riddle lifts the arm up again. He drops it again. PLOP!

TWO!

The villain confidently lifts the arm for a third time. PLOP!

THREE!

And this time, it's official. The hero is done. The villain wins. Mr. Riddle puts his green leather boot on Cap’s meaty pecs. He flexes and counts an unnecessary ten-count as he savors his victory with a sexy posing session. His free trunks can barely contain his rock-hard cock as it strains the spandex. When he's done, the victorious villain massages his massive manhood as he looks down at the still unconscious Captain Patriot.

“No question now. You're all mine. Looks like it's time to explore America.”

That's a winner.

Patriot’s New Paradigm

Jae slips out of his shorts, getting naked. I put my hands behind my head as my boyfriend kneels before me. Win or lose, I'd have been happy with this bet, but getting his perfect bubble butt is the best. He starts rubbing my torso then peels off my shorts so we're both naked. I shudder as he starts to kiss my stomach. Oh fuck.

I look up from my boyfriend into the ring. The victorious villain straddles Captain Patriot’s legs. He bends over then reaches into the waistband of the red briefs. He peels them down, exposing the unconscious hero’s flaccid cock. Mr. Riddle works them down over the boots, tossing them onto the bodybuilder's masked face. Still no response or movement.

Riddle bends over then uses his index finger to push the red trunks into Cap’s mouth, gagging him. The heel smiles, pleased at his handiwork. The dominant muscleman grabs Cap’s wrist then rubs the hero’s palm. He nods, “Okay, these gotta go, too.” The villain peels the gloves off, tossing them aside. He drops down to mount the hero at the waist. PLOP!

The helpless hero stirs a little, but Mr. Riddle is ready now. He caresses the massive chest, kneading the powerful pecs. That gets a moan. Captain Patriot starts to writhe, his arms and legs slowly shifting. His head rolls from one side to the other. I can't tell if he's dreaming or awake. SMACK! Whoa! The villain unleashes a surprise bitchslap to the hero’s left cheek.

Captain Patriot shakes with a start. His eyes open. Mr. Riddle locks both his huge hands on the thick pecs in a vicious claw. The hero cries out into his spandex gag as he throws his head back and arches his chest up. He grips the villain's wrists desperately as the long and strong fingers dig in deeper. I can't see Riddle’s fingernails as he tightens more and more.

The hero thrashes under the villain, unable to throw his weight off. Mr. Riddle lifts his hips then plants his feet. The whimpering loser convulses on the canvas. The mighty muscleman drags the bodybuilder up to his feet by his pecs. Cap cries out loudly the whole way up. Once on his feet, his moans turn to fast, high-pitched gasps. However, I see his exposed cock is hard.

Mr. Riddle sees it, too. He looks down between his biceps and snorts. The villain uses the claw to shake his victim. The thick hard-on swings around as the heel plays with his toy. The winner uses the claw to run the loser into the corner. CLANG! He lets go of the claw. The hero lets out a relieved sigh as he sags a little. The remaining red finger marks mar his perfect pecs.

The victorious villain climbs up to the middle rope in front of the bodybuilder. He grabs the hero's masked head then takes out the red gag. He pulls Cap’s face into his green spandex bulge. The loser gets a face wash as he's manhandled and dominated in the corner. Mr. Riddle pushes back, forcing the obedient bodybuilder to look up at him. It's the picture of dominance.

Riddle reaches under the left leg opening of his tight trunks. His semi-hard cock is stretched out to the left, so when he stretches and lifts his sweat-soaked green trunks, his oversized manhood flops out onto the hero's face. The villain simply says, “Get to work. Hands and mouth.” He doesn't have to say it twice. Even though this is his first time on the losing end, Cap knows how The Cave works.

The defeated bodybuilder stands tall. He lifts his hands, gripping the monster member at the base and the tight ass for support. He opens his mouth and leans in, slowly engulfing the huge cock. Captain Patriot shows some skill at sucking, but he still struggles. His slow pace frustrates the villain. Mr. Riddle grabs the masked head and holds it tight.

“Fuck, you were a top, weren't you? I can see I'm gonna have to teach you a few things about servicing a real man.”

Mr. Riddle starts pumping his hips, slamming his cock in deep. Captain Patriot gags as he's face-fucked hard. The villain gets rougher and rougher with every thrust, ravaging the loser’s mouth as he towers over him. I watch as the hero's red boot lift and shift as he fights to stay focused. The squirming stud grabs the heel’s ass tightly, choking on the meat being rammed into his mouth.

The victorious villain establishes their dynamic fast with this brutal assault. No romance here. Just pure dominance. Cap takes it like a man. And his thick rod is still hard as it bounces around with the hero's bodily gyrations. Mr. Riddle finally slides out, letting the bodybuilder catch his breath. He coughs and gasps as saliva and pre-cum drip from his gaping mouth.

Mr. Riddle hops down. He peels off his own trunks all the way. I see Cap staring at the tall muscleman’s incredible piece of meat. He can't take his eyes off it. The winner sees it, too. “Yeah, you like that, don't you? As good as it felt down your throat, it'll feel even better up your ass.” The villain sheathes his cock in a condom, but then adds Cap’s red trunks over top.

“Turn around, bitch. Time to run you up the flag pole.”

The hero obeys, turning towards the corner then hugging the turnbuckle. He thrusts his amazing ass out and back. The smooth milk chocolate mounds even have my mouth watering. It's a beautiful butt. I think Jae’s the only guy with a better ass in The Cave. Damn, the villain is a lucky man. Mr. Riddle grabs some lube and coats his fingers. He's a villain, but he knows what his cock can do. The winner slides his thick fingers inside the loser, opening him up.

Captain Patriot moans as he's finger-fucked. He whimpers, but in an approving way, not a pained way. Any alpha attitudes he has are suppressed as he shows respect for the outcome. Mr. Riddle is the man. He's just got to accept it. And based on his leaking cock, I'd say he has. The villain finishes his prep by drizzling lube onto his latex and spandex-wrapped erection.

Jae matches the action by covering my cock in a condom. I smirk, using my finger to make a shush signal. My boyfriend nods back as he rises and turns his ass to me. I hold my huge cock in place as he sits down on top of me. I see his mouth open wide, but he manages to hold in his scream of pleasure. I reach out and support him as he lowers himself down on my rod.

Mr. Riddle grabs the hero's hips. He forces his cock in deep, getting a satisfying cry from the impaled bodybuilder. Cap can't hold in his reaction as he whimpers, “Oh fuck. Oh my god.” He hugs the top turnbuckle tighter, lowering his head as he struggles to accept the massive monster. The victorious villain just holds his hard-on inside the all-American ass, loving the dramatics.

The hung heel starts pumping, picking up speed as he owns the tight hole. Cap gasps, finally relaxing and adjusting to the beast inside him. His own cock never softens or stops shining with pre-cum as he honors his new role. Mr. Riddle reaches his long right arm out. He grabs the back of the hero's mask as he rides him. He pulls back, forcing the bodybuilder’s face up.

Jae bounces on my cock, slowly at first. He leans forward and grips my knees in front of him. I feel the pressure as he fights not to get loud. Oh fuck, I want to moan, too. Maybe this wasn't such a good idea. Oh fuck it. The scene in the ring has us too hot to stop now. A little extra soundtrack never hurt. Jae goes faster, matching Riddle’s speed. I fuck my boyfriend in time.

Mr. Riddle is in rhythm now. He slaps the slide of the mountainous left mound. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! His pelvis slams into the big butt cheeks. WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! He dominates the formerly undefeated stud and I can't take it. I shoot inside the condom inside of Jae. He feels the warmth of my seed, leaning back into me as he slows up, savoring it.

In the ring, Captain Patriot isn't as lucky. Mr. Riddle isn't even close to being done. He's driving his massive monster in like a jackhammer. The hero is still moaning and gasping, barely able to withstand the punishment. Thanks to the villain's grip on his mask pulling his head back, the Pete’s camera catches it all for the world to see. Cap is defeated once again.

My drained cock slides out of Jae. He stays on my lap as I hold him against me. He puts his right arm behind my head. I reach around and caress his naked body. I grab his cock and he lets out a small moan. I kiss the side of his right pec. With Cap’s moaning, Riddle’s grunting and the sounds of pelvis hitting cheeks, no one will hear our little play session.

Mr. Riddle slows up. “Now you know who's in charge, but I'm not done with you. I've taken your undefeated streak. Your flag. I've taken your mouth. And your fat ass. Now, let’s take your essence.”

That quote causes Jae to tense. He suddenly erupts, shooting his seed into the air like a fountain. It splashes down onto the floor. I keep pumping out his seed. It gushes out all over my hand and his cock. I feel him softening. Jae slides off me to the floor, where he collapses onto his back. I hold back a laugh as I admire his amazing naked body.

In the ring, Mr. Riddle pulls out then throws Captain Patriot backwards out of the corner into the middle of the ring. The hero looks just as exhausted as Jae as he lies spread-eagle in wait of whatever the victorious villain has planned next. The heel heads to the corner where Cap’s shield hangs. He grabs the large metal disc. Riddle returns, checking out the shield.

Riddle knocks on the shield. CLANG! The villain smirks, “Real metal. You should've used this during the match. It'd be the only way you could beat me.”

The winner places it on the loser, covering his pecs and abs. Riddle kneels between Captain Patriot’s wide-open legs, lifting the thick limbs over his thighs. He grabs the hero’s thick shaft then starts pumping it. Cap moans as he's milked. He doesn't resist, just whimpers as he's brought closer and closer to the edge. Lucky for him, this villain isn't the patient type.

Captain Patriot is quickly brought to climax. His hot white seed erupts, exploding up his body, coating the shiny metal shield that covers his torso. It's a huge load. I wouldn't be surprised if he let it build up since their last encounter four days ago. As ropes turn to drips, the bodybuilder quivers. His thick cock softens in the heel’s crushing, milking grip.

With the hero drained, the villain works on his own massive organ. The biggest cock in The Cave expands and expands to its ridiculous proportions. As he works it, Riddle keeps focused on the formerly undefeated slab of beef that lies crushed and covered before him. He knows that he did that. He beat the bodybuilder and now, he's the one in charge.

Riddle doesn't last long. Like the loser, the villain’s eruption is huge. The first few shots reach past the shield onto the hero's masked face. The mighty muscleman still manages a huge amount of cum on the shiny metal shield as he covers Cap’s seed with an even larger amount. When the tall muscleman is drained, he slides the shield onto the canvas.

The villain crawls around the hero. He grabs his masked face then rolls him over onto his stomach towards the shield. Mr. Riddle holds the hero's head inches above the cum-covered metal disc. The villain laughs, “See that? Smell that? Yeah, you like that. Get up on your hands and knees.” Captain Patriot struggles to rise, but he does. His ass rises high as the dominant muscleman keeps his head down, hovering over the shield.

Mr. Riddle commands, “LICK IT UP!”

Captain Patriot has no choice. He lowers his face as he extends his tongue. The crushed crusader laps up the combination of their seed, cleaning the shield as best as he can. Under him, I can see the hero’s cock is powered up again. This humiliation has him hard. The cameras zoom in as he works to obey the true alpha in the ring.

Mr. Riddle pulls him off, “That's enough. Don't want you getting too full. I like my conquests hungry.”

The villain uses the hero's mask to walk him like a dog to the ring ropes. He pushes Captain Patriot between the middle and bottom ropes. The broken bodybuilder collapses on the mat below. Riddle grabs the shield then slides out, landing beside the loser. He puts the shield down then lifts Cap up, carrying him over his left shoulder. He slides his right arm inside the shield’s straps before lifting his arm, mocking Cap’s famous victory pose.

“That's right, losers. Mr. Riddle conquered America. Who's next?” He looks dead into the camera, “How ‘bout you?”

With no doubt about his dominance, Mr. Riddle struts down the aisle and through the curtain nonchalantly carrying the hero and his greatest symbol with him.

In the Locker Room

“Amazing job, guys. A best seller for sure. Just need you both to sign.”

Neither Josh nor Darius read the forms or look at the checks. They just sign. Not because of trust but because they want me gone. Not that I mind. Jae and I need to clean up anyway and the good thing is with both of them in here, the other locker room is free. When Riddle hands me back the form, he sniffs then smirks at me. Yeah, that's sweat and cum, dude.

I pretend to double-check the forms, but really, I just take one last look at them as they strip off their masks and boots. Fuck, what a pair. I still don't get exactly when and where this all started or where it's headed, but it's nice that they're both having fun with it now. In this battle of alphas, Josh is now the undisputed champ and they're both obviously accepting it.

As I leave, Josh grabs Darius behind the neck. He pushes him towards the shower room, clearly not done with their play session. And Darius seems like a completely different stud. He shows no sign of defiance. This reminds me of when he played Toyboy’s action figure, but I never saw how Darius surrendered control. Now I have, but with Josh in control.

I head out, even though I don't want to, once again leaving them to their game.

The End