The Cave Undercard 29: Blockbuster vs. Valet

The Cave Locker Room.

“Cody’s up to something.”

“Cody’s always up to something.”

Hmph. This is what I hear from the locker room as the door slowly closes behind me. I’ve just been talking with Val and Miguel, aka Valet and Moneymaker, about Val’s impending match. I’m in the hallway, but at the mention of my name, I slide my foot to keep the door propped open enough. I’m the ‘Cody’ in question. I want to listen to see what I’m supposedly up to.

Val says, “If you know that, why am I doing this? I don’t know how you stand that guy. He drives me crazy. So smug.”

“What? Cody’s awesome.” Aw, thanks, Miguel. He continues, “You just take him too seriously. So what if he likes to have some fun? There’s no harm in it.” Exactly.

“Whatever. Just be on the lookout. I don’t want you to interfere but I’m glad you have my back. Cody’s probably setting me up to get my ass kicked. Maybe even injured.”

“Why would he do that?”

“Because he knows I’m coming after his little bitch boy Xaq. I can’t wait to tear that muscle jobber a new one. That’s why he’s throwing me in against some muscle and steroid fueled bodybuilder. Cody probably wants me to get worn down or even injured.”

“Relax. Cody would never do anything to injure anyone. Mylon is strong but he's tiny. Only ten pounds heavier than you. He just looks huge until you're standing beside him. I’m sure Cody hopes you do well, win or lose.”

“What?”

Miguel explains, “Cody probably thinks of Blockbuster like a mini-Xaq. You’re either gonna lose and learn something or you’ll prove that Valet can hang against someone packed with muscle. Either way, when you do face Bird Boy, it’ll be a bigger and better deal. Let’s face it, you’re giving up a lot of weight and power to Xaq. Practice like this is good for you.”

I nod silently. Miguel is 100% right. I would love to see Valet do well in today’s match because it’ll make us more money down the line. I could’ve put the lightweight heel against a twink jobber, but I want to push him. Blockbuster is a powerful man. Short but ripped and strong as fuck. It’ll be a strategic challenge for Val to try to overcome him and a good lesson, no matter the result.

I finally move away from the door and head across the hall to visit the pint-sized powerhouse. A mini-Xaq is a good description. Mylon (aka Blockbuster) is a ripped and powerful 18-year old. Only 5’4”, he’s 160-lbs and solid as fuck. This is only his second match but he did great in his first one, eking out a win against the very experience Storm. That's not easy.

As Blockbuster, Mylon wears black squarecuts with a brick pattern on them. He wears red boots, wrist tape and a domino mask. In his first match, he played by the rules, learning as he went. He’s not a great wrestler but he was able to power out of most stuff. That will be Valet’s biggest advantage and challenge today. The twink has more moves but will they work?

I always advise guys to have backup against Valet and Moneymaker. The hero will be joined ringside by his 32-year old bodybuilding trainer Nasir. I don’t know the guy, other than a brief meet-and-greet training session, but he’s a strong 32-year old stud with some fight training. Hopefully he’ll make Miguel think twice about getting involved or make him pay if he does.

I’ve dressed Nasir in reverse colors to Blockbuster so they’re coordinated. He looks really hot in his red trunks with black boots, tape and mask. For now, he’s Brick but I might change that when the match posts. It was a throwaway name but he’s been asking me a lot of questions about The Cave. If he’s open to joining the roster as a wrestler, the right name might matter.

With the wrestlers ready, their valets ready and the cameras ready, it’s time get wrestling. We’re filming a grudge match after this one, so there’s no time to waste. I send the heroes out first to pose for the cameras. My boyfriend Jae and my business partner’s obnoxious friend Pete are manning the handhelds, each capturing great footage of Blockbuster and Brick.

The villains are in the hallway behind the black curtain with me as we wait. Valet is psyching himself up. He seems focused. Moneymaker and I make small talk. I ask how he's doing and he says doing well. That makes me happy. Miguel went through a rough patch of self-doubt and bad decisions. Not that you'd know it from his 220-lbs of chiseled muscle. So hot.

When I usher them in, the twink heel glares at me but keeps his mouth shut.

I take my seat in the shadows waiting for the cue from Pete. Intros are done, b-roll footage is captured and the extra guys are out of the ring. I ring the bell and we’re on.

DING! DING! DING!

Round One.

The guys come out of their corners. Valet steps forward carefully and methodically but Blockbuster clearly wants to get going. He charges at the twink heel. The lightweight barely manages to get his arms up for a lockup. The teen bodybuilder easily runs the villain backwards into the corner. CLANG! He brings his knee up into Valet’s abs. WHOMP! OOF!

Outside the ring, Moneymaker shouts, “Hey! He’s in the corner! Back off!”

Blockbuster grabs Valet’s inner thigh and neck then powers him up into a gorilla press. He throws the twink heel into the middle of the ring where he crashes down, front first. SPLAT! The hero turns, “Looks like he’s not in the corner anymore.” With a smile he turns and moves back to his opponent. The pint-sized powerhouse marches in quickly (and recklessly).

Sure enough, Valet is ready. He kicks up, slamming his boot into the fireplug’s abs. WHOMP! Blockbuster only takes one step back. As the twink heel rises, he’s immediately grabbed from behind and powered into a full nelson. The pint-sized powerhouse shakes him back-and-forth, using his incredible strength. Valet flops like a ragdoll, trying to hold on.

When the teen hero pauses, the villain throws his leg up and back, catching the shorter hunk’s balls. SQUISH! The impact allows Valet to escape and stumble to the ropes. Blockbuster grunts as he rises and walks off the low blow. The two wrestlers stay away from each other as they circle, both recovering from their opponent’s attacks.

The teen studs move in quickly. As Blockbuster lifts his arms for a collar-and-elbow, Valet raises his to meet him. At the last second, the lightweight dives low. He grabs the bodybuilder’s leg and tries to trip him but the young hero is powerful enough to hold firm then bring down a hard-clubbing forearm. WHACK! He grabs Valet into a front facelock.

Blockbuster grabs the side of the gold trunks then suplexes Valet over. BOOM! The twink heel sits up with the pain obvious on his face. He rolls out of the ring into Moneymaker’s waiting arms. The biggest muscleman around the ring comforts the smallest, hugging Valet and rubbing his back. The teen hero approaches the ring aggressively, demanding the twink get back inside the ring.

Brick comes around the ring. He turns the corner and waits. Moneymaker points at him, warning him to stay back. The teen hero’s trainer doesn’t move closer because his job is done. He’s distracted the villains. Blockbuster has run back across the ring and ricocheted off the ropes. By the time the heels see him, he’s flying over the top rope right at them.

Blockbuster crashes down on top of both heels, crushing them under his flying muscle. All three men collapse to the hard floor. As the top man, the pint-sized powerhouse is unharmed but the villains are stunned. Brick comes in fast. He helps Blockbuster whip Valet back into the ring before Moneymaker can save him. The trainer backs off and the hero re-enters the ring.

Valet rises fast but he turns right into a running clothesline. WHOMP! The muscular arm nearly takes the twink heel’s head off. He falls on to his back then writhes weakly. Blockbuster grab holds of the villain’s thick dark hair. He forces him up to his feet then scoops him up across his chest. The teen bodybuilder bodyslams the lightweight down hard. BOOM!

After the villain bounces twice, the young hero unleashes his red boots on the lithe body. STOMP! STOMP! STOMP! Outside the ring, Moneymaker is back up and slapping the ring apron, cheering on his guy. “C’mon, Valet!” BANG! BANG! BANG! “C’mon, you got this!” I don’t see how he’s got this at all but cheering isn’t about an honest assessment, I guess.

Blockbuster drags Valet up again. He holds the twink heel across his chest then bodyslams him down again. BOOM! This time, he follows up with a big splash. SPLAT! The villain groans loudly as he’s crushed under 160-lbs of muscle. The teen bodybuilder grabs behind Valet’s leg, casually pulling the ailing lightweight up into a pin.

ONE!

TWO!

The twink heel manages to get his shoulder up just in time. He got lucky that the teen bodybuilder didn’t pin him better or that could’ve been the first fall. If Valet has an answer for Blockbuster’s power, he better use it now. So far, I haven’t seen anything that suggests Xaq couldn’t squash the lightweight. The teen hero drags Valet up again.

Blockbuster whips the lightweight into the corner, back first. CLANG! He charges in, leaping up for a splash. Moneymaker is there, able to pull his assistant down and out of the way. The pint-sized powerhouse flies over the falling Valet, hitting the turnbuckles hard. CLANG! He bounces off and falls onto the mat. CRASH! Valet uses the ropes to rise up as his opponent flops around on the mat.

Valet moves in, taking the easy route and just driving his boots down onto that thick muscle. STOMP! STOMP! STOMP! It makes sense, keeping the fireplug hero down while he recovers and works out a strategy. STOMP! STOMP! STOMP! Blockbuster takes the boots then rolls over to escape. As boots rain down on his back, the teen hero fights to rise. STOMP! STOMP! STOMP!

Blockbuster pushes up to hands and knees. Valet fires a boot out at his head. Good idea but Blockbuster senses it coming. He twists just enough to get his shoulder up. THUD! The gold boot slams into thick muscle, bouncing off relatively harmlessly. The teen hero pushes up, launching himself at Valet’s legs. They crash down with the bodybuilder on top. SPLAT!

The hero elbows the twink heel in the head. WHACK! Valet goes limp for a moment, stunned by the powerful shot. It allows Blockbuster to drag him up and get the lightweight into a torture rack over his shoulders. Moneymaker paces outside the ring. He grabs the middle rope but notices across the ring, Brick is doing the same. The trainer calls his protégé over closer.

Brick says, “Stay on this side of the ring. That way, I can intercept any incoming trouble.”

The biggest muscleman in the arena backs off, releasing the rope. Moneymaker’s fists clench as he debates how to save his assistant, if necessary. Meanwhile, Blockbuster is bouncing Valet up and down, really working the rack. The lightweight villain is moaning loudly as he’s bent over those broad shoulders. The lean stud is flexible but the hold is definitely working.

Valet flails his arms. He tries to grab hold of Blockbuster’s face but the teen hero manages to move and turn his head, preventing any kind of fishhook or eye rake counter. The bodybuilder shakes, bounces and bends Valet harder, effectively ending that strategy. The twink heel’s lean body keeps getting stretched more and more. His cries get louder and louder.

The hold goes on for a long stretch. By the time Valet is gasping, Moneymaker has no choice. He races around the ring. Brick comes in to block it. The bigger villain tries to dodge by sliding into the ring, but the trainer manages to catch his ankle and pull him back up. Brick fires fists into the 220-lbs muscleman. THUD! THUD! THUD! Moneymaker absorbs the fists then counters with his own.

As the two older studs fight outside the ring, Valet is breaking more and more. His lithe limbs are flopping around limply. His cries have become weak high-pitched gasps. The lightweight’s body tightens then goes limo. He finally has to admit that can’t take any more.

“I GIVE! I GIVE!”

Blockbuster shrugs him off. SPLAT! Outside the ring, the two enforcers stop immediately. Moneymaker pounds the mat in frustration. Brick hops up into the ring and hugs his trainee. The teen hero moves to his corner as Moneymaker moves in to help his partner up. When they reach their corner, I start the countdown clock.

Five minutes to figure this out.

Round Two.

Five minutes goes fast when you’re the one who’s hurting. Moneymaker massaged Valet’s back and the two whispered about strategy. We’ll see if they solved the challenge of facing someone who’s significantly stronger than you are. I’ve faced that challenge myself. I’m not always successful but I at least have a plan. I saw no plan from either guy in Round One.

DING! DING! DING!

The guys come out. They move in for a lockup. Valet ducks and comes in behind. He drops to a knee behind the pint-sized powerhouse. He throws his arm up between the thick legs for a vicious low blow … that never connects. Blockbuster is ready for it. He closes his legs in time, catching the forearm before it gets too high. The thick legs are too strong for Valet to fight.

The teen hero grabs Valet’s wrist. He opens his legs and throws his hips back as he pulls forward on the arm. The lightweight villain is pulled face first into the bodybuilder’s ridiculously large ass. BOING! Blockbuster thrusts his hips back and forth, pummeling the twink with his bubble butt. BOING! BOING! BOING! When he lets go, Valet falls back onto his ass, dazed.

The pint-sized powerhouse turns and moves in. He grabs Valet’s hair and drags him up. Blockbuster scoops the hero up then drops him across his knee for an over-the-knee backbreaker. KRAKT! Valet cries out as his back is attacked again. He hangs over the outstretched leg, held tightly but the young muscleman’s power. ARGH!

Blockbuster holds Valet tight. He bounces his legs, getting louder and higher-pitched screams from him. The twink villain curses loudly as he’s right back into serious trouble. The hero pushes the villain off his leg then drags him up. The teen bodybuilder pulls the lightweight into a big bearhug. ARGH! He locks it in, holding the helpless heel against his rock-hard body.

Valet struggles to escape but he can’t. The pint-sized powerhouse knows how to crush a man. It’s how he got Storm to submit. The fireplug shakes his victim back and forth. He crushes him. I can see every muscle in his sweaty back, shoulders and arms tense and grow. His veins pop. He puts his all into the ultimate power move and all the lightweight can do is suffer.

Blockbuster works the bearhug. He squeezes hard and it’s working. The twink heel looks like he might pass out from the fireplug’s power. The pint-sized powerhouse crushes the lean villain. The teen bodybuilder’s muscles are hugely pumped and beautifully shiny with sweat. He roars and flexes everything he’s got to end this now.

In desperation, Valet lifts his knee. He manages to catch the teen hero’s balls. SQUISH! He does it again. SQUISH! That second one enables him to break free. The bodybuilder hunches forward, holding his package. The twink heel pushes Blockbuster’s head down between his legs. He jumps up, lifts his feet and comes down on his knees, driving the hero’s head into the canvas. CRACK!

With the hero stunned, Valet rolls him over for a pin to even the score.

ONE!

TWO!

THR – NO!

Just in time, the teen bodybuilder gets his shoulder up. Valet rises up and unleashes his boots. STOMP! STOMP! STOMP! He leaps up, coming down with a leg drop across the young hero’s face. WHACK! He grabs hold of Blockbuster’s wrist then rises. He pulls with all his strength. Blockbuster isn’t that heavy but 160-lbs of dead weight is still tough to move.

Valet pushes the pint-sized powerhouse into the ropes. He whips him off then runs in with a clothesline. Blockbuster ricochets right into it but his momentum and solid muscles enable him to run right through it. WHAP! The fireplug runs to the ropes as the twink heel spins around, holding his arm.

Blockbuster bounces off but Moneymaker is there. He reaches in and grabs the teen hero’s ankle as he comes off the ropes. The fireplug dramatically trips, landing face first on the canvas. SPLAT! He lifts his head only to have it driven back into the canvas by Valet coming down with a leg drop to the back of his head. SMASH! Brick is irate but it’s too late, the damage is done.

The twink heel drags up the stunned stud. He scoops up the 160-lbs of muscle and body slams him back down. BOOM! Time for more boots, which look to be having more effect. STOMP! STOMP! STOMP! The villain drags the pint-sized powerhouse up again. He tries to scoop the fireplug up but this time, Blockbuster is able to push him away.

Valet reacts quickly, leaping up for a standing dropkick. WHAP! His boots connect perfectly with the thick pecs but Blockbuster only goes back one step. As the twink heel lands like a cat, the teen bodybuilder beats his pecs proudly. Valet looks up and their eyes meet. The villain holds the stare as he kicks out, slamming his boot into the hero’s knee. CRACK!

Blockbuster cries out and twists down to one knee as his leg gives out from the surprise move. Valet springs up then comes in beside him with a bulldog. WHACK! It’s only from his knees so not a full bulldog but it still stuns the pint-sized powerhouse. The lightweight skids on his butt then smoothly rolls around to see the writhing hero, face down on the canvas.

The twink villain moves in quickly. He puts his boot on the back of the hero’s knee. Valet grabs the red boot at the ankle, lifts then drives it down onto the canvas. CRACK! Blockbuster lets out a scream then flops wildly in the ring. The lightweight villain has a new target for his boots. He drives them down onto the leg and knee. STOMP! STOMP! STOMP!

The teen bodybuilder tries to get away but the twink heel grabs his ankle. The smaller stud drags the 160-lbs of muscle across the ring to his side. He drapes the aching leg over the middle rope and bends it down over the rope. Blockbuster cries out as the pain in his knee intensifies. Valet puts his boot on the side of the knee as he pulls on the ankle. ARGH!

Valet releases the leg. He comes in under the teen hero’s leg. He bends it around his neck then stands up, lifting the bodybuilder up by his leg. All the shorter stud’s muscle is now suspended from his knee, amplifying the pain. He tries to brace himself on the ring, doing a handstand of sorts. The lightweight moves back to the ropes and lowers the leg over the top rope.

Blockbuster struggles to pull his leg free but Moneymaker holds it in place as Valet slides outside the ring. Brick circles around but by the time he gets there, the smaller stud has the red boot and Moneymaker is in full defense mode. The lightweight leans out pulling on the leg. The top rope sags as the twink villain tries to dislocate the knee.

The two enforcers are staring each other down. Meanwhile, Blockbuster is crying out in pain. Valet suddenly jumps down off the apron, keeping hold of the leg. When he lets go, the top rope flies up and flips Blockbuster over onto his stomach. SPLAT! The fireplug flops around the ring holding his leg as the smirking smaller stud rolls into the ring.

Valet comes in. He grabs the red boot and forces the moaning bodybuilder onto his back. The twink heel steps over the leg, grabs the other and in a couple of seconds, has the leg perfectly set up for a figure-four leglock. He falls back and cinches it in. The reaction is immediate. Blockbuster cries out. His upper body thrashes. He arches his back. He pounds the mat.

None of it helps. All he can do is fight to resist the obvious pain. I don’t know if he can do it but he’s holding on for a long time. Outside the ring, Brick pounds the ring apron. He says, “Roll! You can -” CRACK! Moneymaker comes flying in from the side with a flying elbow. The blow sends them both down and the advice on how to counter is unheard.

Blockbuster’s pained frantic gyrations are calming down. Not because the pain is less but because they’re overwhelming him. He might pass out from the pain.

The teen bodybuilder has no choice but to submit. He taps the mat and screams, “GIVE! GIVE! GIVE!”

Valet slowly unwraps their legs. Brick comes in and pulls Blockbuster to safety as Valet rises. The twink heel flexes his lean muscles, mocking the two bigger men.

Five minutes until round three and it's a completely different match now.

Round Three.

DING! DING! DING!

Blockbuster decides to be aggressive. He barrels in, driving the shocked Valet backwards into his corner. CLANG! The pint-sized powerhouse unleashes a series of body punches to the lightweight’s lean ripped body. THUD! THUD! THUD! The twink heel tries to defend himself but he can’t. He’s quickly overwhelmed by the teen bodybuilder’s power and speed. THUD! THUD! THUD!

Valet suddenly collapses down onto his ass. PLOP! Blockbuster stands over him, fists clenched. He looks a little surprised. That hesitation is enough for the villain to fire a fist of his own, right into the fireplug’s bulge. SQUISH! OOF! This time, he’s not done with one. He pounds the ample package again, making his moment count. SQUISH! OOF!

The twink heel grabs the front of Blockbuster’s squarecuts. He pulls the teen bodybuilder forward into the turnbuckles. The pint-sized powerhouse hits face-first into the padded corner. SMACK! It stuns him enough for Valet to push the stunned hero to the left. The fireplug falls between the ropes, hitting the apron then dropping the floor. SPLAT!

Moneymaker is right there, ready to cheat. He begins to drive his boots down into the thick muscles. STOMP! STOMP! STOMP! Unlike his lightweight partner, the biggest muscleman around the ring is able to put 220-lbs of gym-built power behind every shot. STOMP! STOMP! STOMP! In just seconds, they’re already taking their toll on the teen bodybuilder.

Brick circles the ring to protect Blockbuster. Moneymaker backs off with his hands up. Hm. The hero’s trainer moves in suspiciously. He’s braced for a fight. Too bad he’s looking in the wrong direction. Valet has climbed the ropes to the top turnbuckle. The twink villain leaps off, driving his boots into Brick’s back. WHACK!

The trainer flies forward into a charging clothesline from Moneymaker that nearly takes his head off. WHOMP! The force flips Brick all the way around so he lands on his stomach. SPLAT! Valet hops to his feet. He and Moneymaker high-five each other as they step over Brick. They drag the trainer up then Moneymaker DDT’s him back down. He’s out.

Blockbuster is rising but Valet runs in with a boot to his head. CRACK! He drags the teen hero up across his chest. He turns and bodyslams the pint-sized powerhouse onto his trainer. BOOM! Valet hops onto the ring apron. Moneymaker lifts him into a gorilla press then throws him. The twink heel flies then splashes down on top of the ailing heroes. SPLAT!

Valet bounces off. Moneymaker moves in and drags Blockbuster up. The teen bodybuilder has some fight left in him, punching the bigger muscleman in the abs. THUD! OOF! He turns to fight Valet but the twink villain kicks him in the balls. SQUISH! Valet drives Blockbuster’s face into the ring apron, stunning him. WHACK! The hero gets shoved back into the ring.

The pint-sized powerhouse shakes his head out. Valet vaults over the top rope, landing an elbow on the back of the teen bodybuilder’s head. CRACK! The lightweight heel pulls the dazed hero to his feet then scoops him up. He carries him to the corner, hanging him upside down in a tree of woe. Blockbuster starts to move but it’s too late. His boot is locked in.

Valet drives his boot down onto the upside-down muscle stud. STOMP! STOMP! STOMP! The teen bodybuilder can only take the shots, his spectacular torso getting broken down. The villain says, “I could probably beat on those muscles all day and never break you, right?” I think that’s a fair assessment. The lightweight grins, “Lucky I don’t need to break you.”

The twink heel runs back to the opposite corner then charges across the ring. At the halfway point, he drops into a baseball slide. Valet slides in feet-first, slamming his boots into the hanging hero’s handsome masked face. WHACK! The impact immediately stuns the bodybuilder. Valet hops up and releases his boot, letting Blockbuster collapse down into a heap.

Valet grabs both wrists and drags the 160-lbs carcass to the middle of the ring. Blockbuster moans and rolls slightly. The twink heel drops down and slaps on a sleeper. The hero cannot resist the hold. All movement stops as the lightweight squeezes on the choke. He lightens up then tests the pint-sized powerhouse’s arm. He lifts it up. It falls.

PLOP! ONE!

The twink tries it again.

PLOP! TWO!

Up the thick arm goes again. And again, it falls.

PLOP! THREE!

Valet rises and flexes for the cameras. He points, “Brains over brawn, men. Brain over brawn every time.”

Stakes.

Valet strips the black squarecuts off the unconscious muscleman. He admires the loser’s thick cock. Even soft, it’s impressive. The twink heel plays with it, moving it around, slapping it back and forth. It grows as he holds it. The teen villain smiles, “Nice dick. Too bad you won’t get the chance to use it.” He tosses the black trunks to his partner outside the ring.

As the winner unties the black laces on the red boots, Moneymaker strips the still dazed Brick’s red trunks, leaving them at the ankle. He uses the black squarecuts to bind the trainer’s wrists behind his back. Valet sends the teen bodybuilder’s boots over. The biggest muscleman around the ring uses the long boot laces to secure the wrists, thumbs and forearms.

Moneymaker works on Brick’s boot laces. He leaves the boots on but ties the laces around the ankles and red trunks, making sure the trainer can’t escape or interfere in the stakes round. Back in the ring, Blockbuster is waking up. His arms are tight against his sides, held there by Valet’s legs as the twink heel sits on the loser’s chiseled abs. The dominant teen taps the fireplug’s cheek. SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!

Blockbuster moans, waking up fully. He sighs, realizing he lost. The teen bodybuilder doesn’t fight. He physically submits to the winner’s dominance, understanding the rules he agreed to. Valet smiles as he feels the loser relax under him. He says, “Good, you get it.” He rubs his gold spandex package, “I’m gonna make this easy for you. Just lie here and take it.”

The teen villain rises. He peels off his gold trunks, twirling them on his finger as he circles the compliant bodybuilder. He nods his head, “Damn, one helluva a little body. All pumped and sweaty.” Blockbuster’s cock twitches, involuntarily reacting to the praise. His head slides across his abs from left to right. It starts to rise as it hardens, extending up his torso.

Valet drops down into a push-up position over the teen hero. He lowers his hips. The loser opens his mouth and accepts the winner’s cock. He sucks on it as Valet gets into position. The twink heel gets hard fast. He slowly fucks the willing bodybuilder’s mouth. Blockbuster sucks, his cheeks collapsing as he lies under the lightweight villain.

The teen bodybuilder starts to gag as Valet goes deeper. The villain snarks, “Yeah, your cock might be bigger but mine’s big enough to choke you out, you fucking muscle bitch.” He bounces faster up and down, slamming his choke down over and over. Blockbuster can’t take any more, forced to bring his hands up to pause the face fucking.

Rather than being mad, the twink heel is pleased. He smiles, “Yeah, you can’t take that any more than you can take me. All show, no go, right big man?”

Blockbuster lies on his side coughing, getting his breath back. When the teen hero calms down, Valet forces the leg of his gold trunks over the loser’s head so his trunks are around his neck. The twink villain rises and pulls, stretching his trunks out to force the bodybuilder realizes to walk on hands and knees beside the winner. He’s led for a lap around the ring.

Valet stops in the middle of the ring. He drops in front of the teen bodybuilder. “Let’s see if you can do better in this position.” The twink heel forces his cock back in Blockbuster’s mouth. The loser is able to handle the winner’s dick as he gets face fucked deeper, Valet uses his trunks to pull the hero forward until his nose is pressed against the victorious lightweight’s pelvis.

Satisfied, Valet pulls out. He forces the side of his gold trunks into the young hero’s mouth with orders for him to bite down. The smaller stud circles in back. He sheathes his rock-hard cock then drops behind the waiting hero. Blockbuster drops his head in anticipation of the humiliating fuck but the winner isn’t having that. The twink grabs his gold trunks and pulls back, using them like a tack and bridle to lift the loser’s head back.

“Look up and proud, muscle bitch. Show everyone how much you love my cock.” Valet plows inside and the defeated hero moans through the spandex in his mouth. His eyes close as he adjusts to the piece of meat inside him. The winner groans, “Damn, you’re a tight one. First time?” Blockbuster doesn’t answer but it could very well be.

The twink heel enjoys the idea, “Yeah, I’m taking your virgin ass. All that muscle but I’m the one who’s on top. Yeah, take it. Fuck.”

Blockbuster holds his position on hands and knees, head up, as he’s pounded by the twink villain. It’s rough but rhythmic as the winner uses the gold trunks to stay balanced. Valet’s hips slam against the loser’s smooth bubble butt. WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! The thinner stud rides his opponent, his breathing accelerating and his lean, tight muscles tensing.

Outside the ring, Moneymaker lifts the bound Brick over his shoulder. He carries the muscular trainer around the ring to the stairs, using them to climb onto the ring apron. The muscular heel lowers the older stud onto the top rope so it cuts into his abs. He balances the bound hunk as he steps inside. The villain grabs his victim around the waist and pulls him into the ring.

Valet watches his partner manhandle the helpless muscle hunk. He starts gasping as he plows Blockbuster but it’s really the sight of the dominant Moneymaker that has him crying out. The big muscleman’s control over Brick is too much for the twink heel. He pulls out, unleashes his cock then explodes, spraying his seed all over the fireplug loser’s ass and back.

The twink heel sees what his partner has done and thinks he understands. Brick’s upper abs are resting on the middle rope, his head draped outside the ring and his ass inside and up high. He’s perfectly positioned to receive and with his wrists bound, in no position to refuse. Valet smirks, “Have fun fucking him.”

Moneymaker shakes his head, “I’m not fucking him. He is.”

Valet’s eyes go wide then narrow as an evil grin appears on his face. His gold trunks are still in place so Valet lowers them from Blockbuster’s mouth to neck. The villain pulls as though they’re a spandex leash to lead the aching loser over to his helpless trainer and mentor. The young hero is hard from being fucked but he shakes his head, “You can’t make me do this!”

The lean teen villain pulls hard on his trunks, “Wanna bet? Go soft if you wanna stop me.”

Valet slaps the loser’s thick powerful rod. WHAP! It bounces around then settles pointing right at his mentor’s hole. It’s still hard as steel. The twink heel nods, satisfied that he’s proven his point. He covers the teen hero’s cock then guides it to Brick’s hole. Moneymaker sits on the trainer’s back, holding him in place. He has the perfect seat to watch the action.

Blockbuster is still fully erect as he’s forced to split his trainer in two. The older hunk cries out as he’s penetrated. His head rises but he can’t move with 220-lbs of Moneymaker sitting on his back. Valet gets behind the teen hero and moves his hips, guiding the fuck. Although it doesn’t take much as instincts take over. The young loser is plowing his boss all on his own.

And loving it based on his moans.

Moneymaker says, “Yeah, guy, look at you. Fucking your coach. How long you wanted this?”

Blockbuster can’t reply. He can only gasp.

Valet whispers in his ear, getting the teen hero to moan so loud it echoes around the empty arena. The bodybuilder looks completely lost in ecstasy. He roughly breeds his helpless mentor as he’s mind-fucked by the victorious twink. It doesn’t take long before Blockbuster is crying out that he’s going to cum. The villain pulls him out, uncovers him then jerks his load out, spraying it on Brick’s ass.

Blockbuster collapses to the side, drained physically and psychologically. Brick is tossed on top of him. The villains pose and flex over their conquests, looking like they’re 100% back as a dominant villain team in The Cave.

In the Locker Room.

“So, Cody, worried?”

I reply, “Not at all, Val. I think this will sell great.”

The naked twink looks exasperated at my deliberate misunderstanding of his question. He stamps his foot, “Not about the sales! About your boy, Xaq! You worried that I’m gonna kick his ass then make him fuck yours?” I don’t reply. He spreads his arms, “Just like I just did? You were watching, right?”

“Of course. It looked hot. If you do that, it’ll be a huge seller.”

“I’m talking about humiliating you and your protege. Who cares about sales?”

“Uh, me? I own this place. It’s the only reason I pay guys like you to make videos. And this? This was the perfect video to make your next ones even bigger. I see a sales bonus in your future.” Val just glares at me, annoyed that I don’t care. I switch it up, “Thanks for getting Miguel back.”

“Yeah, I did get him back. No thanks to you.”

Miguel comes out of the bathroom, “Cody! I gotta thank you for getting me back here.”

I raise an eyebrow, “You’re welcome, Miguel. But how’d I do that?”

“Didn’t Val tell you? He took your advice.”

I give the glowering twink my smirkiest smirk, “Oh, did he now?”

“Yeah, he stood up to me. Gave me the tough love I needed. Even though it got me beaten and fucked by Pete, it worked.”

“Really? Ry never told me that.” I think on how that fight must’ve gone then move on, “So, when can I book Moneymaker for a solo match?”

“Any time. I want back in. And no restrictions. I’m not ducking challenges anymore.”

“That’s awesome. I’ll set a few matches up. I already have a couple of guys in mind.” I suddenly get an idea, “Oh, I have a perfect match but it’d be a couple of weeks. Beau is staying with me but Nuke Man’s not quite ready for action, yet.”

“Yeah, I heard he was a little messed up.”

I look surprised, “Where’d you hear that?”

Miguel’s eyes go wide and Val clears his throat and subtly shakes his head. The muscleman replies, “Uh, I’ll tell you my source ... later.”

My eyes narrow and I want to make him tell me now but we’ve got more action tonight. The next match is a grudge match that will require all my attention, so I let him and Valet get cleaned up. Another time. Besides, Miguel’s great news is good enough. Having Moneymaker back is exciting. In the shower, I hear the guys having fun so I head out, leaving them to it.

The End.