August seems like it flew by. I’m slowly starting to climb back on top of my typical homoerotic wrestling viewing schedule, so I feel like I’ve got a relatively good handle on the field from which to pick a homoerotic wrestler of the month from among the new releases in August. I’ve crushed on this particular fantasyman before, awarding his first HWOTM title almost exactly 2 years ago. Maybe it’s something in the air this time of year. Or maybe the circadian rhythms of my libido make me crave a hot, sexy, salt and pepper muscle daddy in the ring right about now. Whatever the reason, I was deeply moved by the new homoerotic wrestler of the month around these parts…
I’m infatuated with Matt’s anchoring of Muscle Domination Wrestling’s Daddy’s Home series (currently on sale when you bundle all of Matt’s appearances in the series). In Daddy’s Home 6 released in August, Matt once again arrives at the MDW ring in street clothes to find his next opponent to make into his new boy. I was just recently writing about the curious kink I have for mismatched gear, and the opening scene here captures exactly what I’m talking about. Rookie tank is nearly naked in his jock strap and nothing else. Matt looks like he just walked off the street in a baggy t-shirt and khaki walking shorts. And the side by side makes me instantly hard. Big Tank somehow looks vulnerable, exposed. I suppose, he’s literally caught with his pants down, and by doing nothing but wearing clothes, Matt immediately possesses the upper hand.
Not that I’m unhappy when Matt soon strips out of his street clothes and starts to mold Tank into a Daddy’s boy. Matt has come a long way in wrestling skill and storytelling since I started licking my lips at my first sight of him years ago. In Daddy’s Home 6, he is the steady, mature hand constructing the narrative tension, controlling the pace, pushing the story forward. Of course, I’d be happy to pour chocolate sauce all over Tank’s smooth, massive muscles and lick him clean, but he’s so fucking raw. He’s flat footed and slow. His balance is shit, and he’s got zero offense, unless you count the insistent allure of his muscled glutes demanding so much of Daddy’s attention. So it’s a relatively heavy burden Matt has to carry, crafting this into both a wrestling contest and a cub collaring.
However, Matt is more than up to the task. He masterfully manipulates the punk ass newbie. Tank comes across as dead weight quite a bit of the match, making me that much more in awe of the variety of humiliating positions Daddy Matt muscles him into. Ostensibly, what Matt wants from this match is respect. Tank smirks at the beginning, wondering if an “old guy” like Matt can really teach a young, virile muscle beast like him anything of use. So, on one level, the parade of sexually vulnerable, brutally humiliating positions Matt marches him through is an object lesson.
But at a deeper level, the story is about Matt getting turned on and determined to add this new muscle punk to his growing collection of daddy’s boys. This part of the story is slightly more subtle. Slightly. At no point does Matt say, for example, I’m going to beat you into submission, boy, and fuck that prime beef ass today, tomorrow, and anytime I damn well please. But watching Matt climb on top of his back, press his big, sweat stained pouch down between Tank’s cheeks, and then flex his hips, grinding with a breathless groan, the message is delivered loud and clear.
In an industry that seems to me to follow so much of gay male culture in overemphasizing youth and still frame beauty, Matt Thrasher is a delightful breath of fresh air, as far as I’m concerned. I can count on one hand the number of homoerotic wrestlers old enough to take pride in a few grey hairs, currently competing. Frankly, I’d donate a kidney to see Matt tag team with another devastatingly sexy muscle daddy. If I were his agent, I’d have Shane McCall or Scott Williams, or perhaps Brendan Cage or Mitch Colby on the phone to line up a Daddy Team to spank the virgin asses of a couple of young gym bunnies drowning on their on testosterone and sense of invincibility.
In the mean time, Daddy’s home. So all you tough, hot boys too young to know what’s good for you step right up. ‘Cause there’s nothing quite like getting owned by someone old enough to be your father, and there’s nothing sexier than getting your ass pounded by a reigning homoerotic wrestler of the month.