I was taken a little by surprise the first time I saw a body worship video.  My surprise was how intensely sexy I found it, even without any explicit wrestling in it, which is typically what I’m looking for.  There’s something powerfully engaging about watching a man treat another man’s beautiful body with the awe and adoration that I, in my mind, am heaping up on him.  The muscled stud flexes his pecs.  I crave to reach out and feel them turn to granite in the palms of my hands.  And then, as if obeying my primal urges, his on camera worshipper reaches out and gives those beautiful pecs a hearty squeeze. For a moment, my lustful imagination and the lucky bastard feeling up his on camera partner meld into one, and that moment becomes intensely intimate and immediate for me.  It’s a sweet, sweet illusion when it’s done right.

Steel Muscle God has just posted a 3-part video series on his membership site featuring himself flexing (of course), but with the additional element of a recurring character buddy of his who he affectionately refers to as “Wimpy Boy” (sometimes, “Wimpy Dude”).  SMG introduced his minions to Wimpy Boy a couple of years ago, using the long, skinny blond kid to answer the question that SMG fanatics are always praying to know: what’s it like to feel those steel muscles crushing you?  Wimpy Boy was featured in several videos getting dominated and pummeled for sniffing around SMG’s belongings, not being respectful enough, or just because SMG had a hankering to humiliate a wimp.

Apparently these two recently reunited, and SMG thought his adoring fans might like to hear first hand from Wimpy Boy what it’s like to witness the evolution of a god over time.  Wimpy Boy (with less hair, but then again, who am I to talk?) is treated to an SMG-style bodyworship session to repeatedly pose the question to the lucky wimpy one: how do you like me now, bitch?

These two are fascinating to watch together.  They both appear completely at ease with one another.  There’s no self-consciousness about discussing the subject matter at hand (SMG’s godly muscles).  There’s a lot of verbal foreplay to start off with as they sit side by side addressing the camera.  Then, at about 2:30 into the first chapter-video, SMG stands up, stretches, and without even glancing at Wimpy Boy, flexes his left bicep in front his little buddy’s face.  Holy shit, the hungry look in Wimpy Boy’s eyes as he sits up straighter is incredibly hot.  His eyes are fixed on that bulging bicep.  He scoots forward in his seat, as his hands twitch.  Without his gaze straying for even a second from the gorgeous peak, his hands start to reach out several times to touch it, but he pulls them back.  Wimpy Boy has clearly been trained well.  “Really huge,” he mutters is testimony to the camera once he’s finally been permitted to wrap his long fingers around the softball.  “Hard like steel… that’s really the right name for you!  Really impressive, those biceps… there’s no way if I try that I can get my fingers in there,” he says, trying to force his fingertips in the deep vertical crease between SMG’s deltoid and bi.

I have seen body worship videos that I’d evaluate as being in the “not done right” column.  There are several possible reasons for a body worship video to strike me as less than fully erotic, most of which I’d just sum up as involving a lack of “chemistry.”  Although chemistry is, technically speaking, an exact physical science, when it comes to erotic chemistry, there’s a whole lot of a “I know it when I see it” vagueness about it.  Generally speaking, if no one appears to be getting any particular thrill out of the body worship, then I say there’s lack of chemistry.  Personally, I like seeing the object of worship with a clear pay off, obviously enjoying being adored.  But at the very least, the worshipper needs to be into it, making that imagined connection between my lust and his hands clear.  There are moments when Wimpy Boy seems too nonchalant, a little too comfortable with his musclebuddy next to him.  However, there are many more moments when Wimpy Boy communicates with wide eyes, a fixed gaze, a stutter as he tries to obey SMG’s command to verbalize what he feels, that he’s awestruck.  He appears to seriously get into the task of trying to dig his fingertips into SMG’s thick muscles, letting us on this side of the camera know that it feels like trying to claw granite.  I have no idea what SMG or Wimpy Boy’s sexual tastes include, but there’s no doubt in my mind that Wimpy Boy is getting a major kick out of getting his hands all over his studly, condescending, gorgeously handsome buddy’s body.

Did I say “claw?” Why yes, yes I did.  And if there’s one thing that SMG wrestling kink fans like me know, we know that SMG’s mind is never far from the topic of wrestling.  Wimpy Boy obediently does his best to claw SMG’s steel pecs, biceps, and quads.  SMG orders him every step of the way like a drill sergeant, raining down condescension and complete psychological domination.  And all of it, inevitably, leads to SMG’s core need to use those muscles the way they were intended to be used.  He suddenly wraps his arm around Wimpy Boy’s head and squeezes until the veins on Wimpy Boy’s scalp pop out.  He adjusts his grip, sliding his arm down around Wimpy Boy’s neck and flexing that point peak of his bicep across the wimpy one’s carotid artery.

Again, I say, there’s some hot, genuine chemistry here that turns me on.  Wimpy Boy isn’t fawning.  But there are just some wonderful moments that capture me when he’s so clearly marveling, his eyes riveted, his attention totally and completely fixed on the truly lovely, divine body pumped in front of him and shoved in his face.  I get the feeling that these guys probably went out and had dinner together after all of this luscious on camera intimacy, because they actually enjoy each other’s company.

So life will be left just a little unfulfilled if a couple things fail to happen:  1) More Wimpy Boy on SMG action needs to happen, preferably including tongue and Wimpy Boy stripping SMG; and 2) Steel Muscle God partners with his tag team sidekick, Wimpy Boy to take on a couple other Eastern European bodybuilders (preferably a couple guys SMG has faced 1:1)!  Steel Muscle God continues to totally turn me on and entertain me, and Wimpy Boy does nothing but multiple both the hotness and the quality entertainment!