Joe at Ringside at Skull Island recently noted that, if stuck on a desert island, he would simply have to have WiFi access to Naked Kombat in order to survive. Specifically, he calls out Rusty Steven’s oil match with Tommy Defendi as foundational to the wrestling kink ordered universe (okay, I’m taking major license with Joe’s eloquent words… read them for yourself for the real deal). In any case, although I’ve written about this match before, Joe’s musings sent me back to appreciate it all over again (thanks, Joe!).
Rusty is continuing to sit pretty atop the standings as my favorite homoerotic wrestling pornboy, just like he sits pretty atop Tommy’s face throughout much of their match. I think the image of Rusty’s gorgeous ass planted on Tommy’s face as Rusty tortures the kid’s cock and balls surely must be evidence of the existence of intelligent design. The alignment of so many perfect elements simply couldn’t have happened by chance: Rusty’s fantastic ass, Tommy’s handsomely bearded face, the oil, the cock torture, the tattoos, all caught on tape… This was simply meant to be.
Rusty’s performance should be referenced in the definition of the term “to manhandle.” He is one massive bundle of muscle and sheer will, tossing Tommy around like a sack of potatoes (a very, very hot sack of potatoes). When Rusty is pressing out of a tight spot, that fantastic guttural roar emerging from deep in his chest, I swear that sound all by itself can make me pre-cum.
No one, but NO ONE rides his beaten man like a pony quite like Rusty. The humiliation and complete ownership make me light-headed. The “rules” of NK leave it up to the victor to do what he will with the loser. Rusty, being the deserving champion he is, exercises such exquisite homoerotic domination, literally riding his man like a domesticated pack animal. Tommy, like all of Rusty’s conquests on NK, clearly resent his humiliated state. He performs reluctantly, allowing this god of a man to ridicule him because this is what he signed up for. The glimpse that this “sex round” offers into Rusty’s kinky mind is absolutely priceless. What would you do with a handsome muscle stud at your complete mercy for any sexual gratification you can imagine, Rusty? Why, Bard, I’ll ride him like a pony, verbally beat him into humiliated submission just as I beat him into physical submission, and work his body from every angle possible to the end that I (and you) reach the height of ecstatic climax. Awesome, Rusty. You are, indeed, the man.
The last bit of this match-up leaves me stunned. How could it get even more wrestling-kinktastic? Well, Bard, watch me scissor the kid’s neck between my legs as we both stroke ourselves to a gasping explosion as I toy with Tommy’s airway. Holy. Hell. Thank you, whatever divinity brought together these over-the-top perfect elements to create such an exquisite moment of wrestling kink mastery. I am a believer.
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