A Handful or Two

Gino Liota kicks off his match with Joshua Goodman
I’m just now starting to have time to reflect on parts of the amazing Catalog 91 from BG East. These new releases demonstrate that BGE’s bench is astonishingly deep and thick with talent! Having seen some of the matches now, I feel like I have to pace myself. Too much hotness is overloading and dehydrating me! Even trying to decide where to begin created a nearly paralyzing dilemma for me. But I decided when in doubt, go with a sure bet to turn me on: Joshua Goodman (that’s Mr. Joshua to you!!!).

Gino is like a pit bull latched onto Mr. J’s dangling participles
Mr. Joshua is back on the mats against a lightweight personal trainer and humorless ex-military bundle of equal portions bark and bite who goes by the name of Gino Liotta. Gino is a powerful little package of domineering, snarling, condescending macho attitude that belies his relatively petite frame. One might be left wondering within the first few minutes of this match how, outweighed 30 pounds and staring up at least 4 inches of height difference at Mr. Joshua’s chiseled chin, Gino can be so completely dismissive of Mr. J and so entirely self-confident in his own destiny to dominate. That question was answered for me once Gino strips down to his underwear. I’m not surprised in the least that a man packing that much meat between his legs thinks of himself as nothing less than the most virile top before which otherwise bigger men should quake.

Joshua’s body is built for 2 things: dominating and being adored.
Mr. Joshua rates himself as bigger and thicker than he’s ever been before, which are two adjectives that never fail to pop into my head when Joshua comes to mind. As a crotch-crushing themed match, there’s more than abundant attention paid to both wrestler’s packages, and Mr. J’s package is nothing if not the stuff of legend (Ken Canada will back me up on that assessment). But I want to give credit to everything else about Mr. Joshua, because it too often gets overshadowed by that riveting bulge in his trunks. Mr. J is incredibly fit, incredibly toned, and proportioned like a Greek god.  Whether bigger than ever or not, he maintains an astonishing level of fitness that suggests that he most certainly does not count on his pendulous package to do all the impressing. He’s a muscle stud, and his gorgeously sculpted legs, perpetual six-pack abs, broad powerful chest and bulging shoulders and arms are nothing short of phenomenal. He’s also a handsome, cocky bastard as well, with a beautiful, expressive face and gorgeous, dark brown eyes and a mouth someone, SOMEONE has got to plant a kiss on someday once Mr. J and his python are conquered.
Gino is determined to conquer Mr. J’s legendary python.
The wrestling (which is, after all, what really drives my erotic tastes) is deeply satisfying, in no small part because Gino zeroes in on precisely what I can’t take my eyes off of whenever Mr. J is in front of me: his massive pride and joy. Even in matches where Mr. J’s crotch takes a beating, there’s often some excruciating foreplay as opponents only belatedly go for the gold when Mr. J’s strength, fitness, and (let’s face it) fuzzy grasp of good sportsmanship drive them to it. Gino is not a foreplay sort of guy (which can be a problem, but in this case, it’s fucking hot!). Mr. J doesn’t even know he’s about to get dragged by his hair into the mat room when Gino is already crushing his balls underfoot as Joshua sits at the chest press. The newbie personal trainer is clearly not a man for subtlety. And I, for one, seriously appreciate his initiative when coming face to face with Mr. Joshua and his bulging, oversized, swollen… ego.

Two astonishingly massive handfuls!
Let it not be said that Joshua Goodman cannot rise to the challenge when an opponent takes his biggest strength and, arguably, most tempting vulnerability in hand. He’s nothing short of shocked by the seemingly unprovoked assault by the drill sergeant, which costs him precious, exquisitely suffered agony for quite a while once he’s been tossed unceremoniously on his face into the mat room. But Mr. J is unquestionably stronger than Gino. He’s got a height advantage, a reach advantage, and although Gino is clearly coming with some no-holds-barred hand-to-hand combat experience under his belt, Mr. J knows the BG East mat room and the lengths that it requires of a wrestler, with what has to be one of the longest, if not the longest, wrestling resumes in the business. Even while showing his own crushed balls the loving attention they’re accustomed to, Mr. J grabs a second handful of Gino’s super sized handle and makes his forearms flex beautifully as he tortures the personal trainers testicles in sweet revenge.
Mr. J isn’t shy about taking his fate into his own hands

Frankly, I think of Joshua as someone who’s warmed up to really milking cock and ball torture only lately in his long career. Sure, some nasty low blows have long been in his repertoire. He’s not been shy about grinding his elbow into a vulnerable crotch when he’s got an opponent draped across his thigh in a completely exposing over the knee backbreaker (which he treats petite Gino to in this match as well). But with so many opponents lately targeting his mountainous package with such complete disrespect and brutality, Mr. J is now giving ever bit as cruelly as he gets. There are moments in this match when I swear I think he’s about to rip Gino’s balls off, after which I fully expect him to shove them down Gino’s throat for the vicious indignities which the rookie has inflicted upon him. With a match record as long as Mr. J’s, fans might expect to see less and less new from the battle hardened veteran. But Mr. Joshua is nothing if not more dangerous, more vicious, more willing to dig down deep into the depths of his bag of dirty tricks (not to mention digging into his overstuffed trunks), and that’s paired with awesome feats of strength and a constantly growing talent for executing holds that maximize the humiliation and treat us all to the delights of fantsyman homoerotic wrestling beauty.

Mr. J is always packing heat!

Some things, of course, never change. Mr. Joshua is entranced by his own image in the mirror. His estimation of his strength and beauty lack any humility or self-deprecation, to say the least. He is a stunning sight to see, maintaining his physique with what must be obsessive devotion. And always, always, always, his pride and joy and most prominent feature enters a room several seconds before the rest of him.  Crotch Crushers 2 dishes up everything I depend on Mr. Joshua to do to keep me aroused and entertained, and more than a handful more!

2 thoughts on “A Handful or Two

  1. "CROTCH CRUSHERS 2", eh? Hmmm…sounds like it might just be a HUGE "turn on": playing audience to Mr. Joshua's "CROTCH MONSTER" being gently touched, tickled, teased, taunted, and even firmly "taken in hand" by trainer, Gino! And then to watch Mr. Joshua savagely DIG into and LAY into Gino's own twitching "CROTCH CRITTER"…it's like watching a re-run of "Mutual of Omaha's Wild Kingdom", and catching two massive pythons going at each other; their bodies intertwined in a violent struggle of who shall dominate whom; at times resembling a body-on-body, frenzied orgy of insatiable lust! (Alright. Dat's it! I gots ta' git me a copy of this match!)

  2. Knowing of your particular affinity for Mr. Joshua's python, MIKE, I'm feeling confident that you'll enjoy this match! Just to clarify, at no point are Mr. J and Gino's pythons actually wrestling each other, though I'd pay double for that match. Also, I don't think there is any point at which Joshua's crotch monster is gently touched or tickled, though, again, just the thought nearly brings me to orgasm. But it's a hot, primal match indeed, and nobody's crotch comes away less than brutally disciplined!

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