Sometimes, my wrestling kink is entirely voyeuristic. I’m fired up into a frenzy from the position at ringside. I’m stoked by watching two beautiful wrestlers entirely focused on dominating one another, pitting muscle and wit against one another in a brutal competition to determine who ends up on top. But there are some wrestlers who, I must admit, I simply can’t help but mentally transport myself into the ring. It’s not the sight of them hammering down on someone else that I’m thrilled by, but the imagination of me face-to-face, pec-to-pec, nose-to-nose.
I can watch the Enforcer lay down the law on anyone, and for me, I’m the one in the ring with this muscle stud. He’s coming up in a new BG East release, with the first preview pics hitting the Arena today. Masked Mayhem 7 looks incredible, and the opportunity to see Enforcer, or, more precisely, to be transported once again into the ring with him, is making me feel all tingly in anticipation.
Specifically, there are few situations that send me over the moon when the Enforcer if facing me (substitute any opponent’s name he’s faced). When I’ve got him cinched into a nice, tight full nelson, pulling his stunning back against my torso, taking a little liberties in grinding my crotch into his ass, when he grunts, growls, and muscles his way out of my control…. sweet mother of God….
The preview pics of the Enforcer’s upcoming battle with Marauder indicates I’ll soon be finding myself in another favorite Enforcer-on-Bard scenario. His thighs are works of art and, at the same time, works of fantastic pain delivery. Many a times have I (in the form any of his opponents) found myself on my knees in front of this muscled behemoth with my head caught helplessly squeezed between those tree trunks. My ears buzz. My face burns. My skull feels like it’s ready to explode. Yes. Yes. Yes.
It’s not all me pulling the job, my friends. What strokes my choke includes some knocks in on the big man. When I (you might remember it as Blueboy) had Enforcer reeling in the corner, weakened by some choice blows, I made the big man gasp and groan with a knee-weakening tongue lashing on his tasty, gorgeous nipples. Okay, so, true enough…. I got a little distracted by the sight, feel, taste, smell, and sound of the captured moment when he couldn’t help but show that I was getting to him. But it was worth it. Trust me.
After getting a beatdown from the Enforcer in his debut, once again in Masked Mayhem 1, I redisovered the wonders of suffering in this battleboy’s massive arms. Whenever he bearhugs me (and it happens in every match), I’m breathless even before he squeezes the air out of my lungs. As he’s pulling me tighter and tighter, our pecs squeezed together, my crotch bumping into his thick thighs and his awesome bulge, I make myself open my eyes just a little, even though the pain makes me wince. The glimpse of his face, inches from mine, glaring down with that look of ecstatic domination over me… well, I may not be able to stand up straight for a few hours, but it’s completely worth it.
Can’t wait for our upcoming rematch!
Sidelineland 
this post converted me into an Enforcer fan!! I just purchased every one of his matches. It looks like there is a really handsome man under that mask.