So now that I’ve come up for a little air, I’m backfilling the Homerotic Wrestler of the Month titles that I missed while I was MIA. Someone has got to unseat Mason Brooks’ beautiful ass off of the throne. I have low simmering wrestling crushes on exactly 50% of the wrestlers who appeared in BG East’s September Catalog 122, but let’s be honest. One wrestler in the field of new releases strolls in as a living legend among merely magnificently hot mortals. There’s just one choice for me when it comes to lauding September’s HWOTM, and that living legend is…
… Kid Vicious.

How in the fuck has Kid Vicious not been my HWOTM before!? I mean, seriously, it defies belief. I mean, REALLY, it seems actually, literally impossible that Kid Vicious hasn’t already been a HWOTM winner. I love his work. I’ve always loved his work. I’ve mused often about the uncanny way KV has of doing to an opponent exactly what I’m screaming at the screen to be done. He slams a hottie into an OTK backbreaker, and I scream, “grab his balls!,” and no shit, 2 seconds later, KV grabs his balls. I scream, “suck on that bulge!,” and I kid you not, moments later KV bends forward in that OTK and wraps his lips around some hot hunks quivering bulge. KV gets me, and so it’s no wonder to me that I get so out of control excited to see him return to the ring after much too long an absence.

The juicy piece of meat to lure KV back in front of the camera is a hot bodied pretty boy named Devon Britt-Darby. How could KV pass up sinking his teeth into this hyphenated, self-infatuated narcissist with un-fucking-believably ripped abs? Apparently they’ve already sorted out the details before they arrive at ringside. KV is the unstoppable heel who will not be resisted, and Devon has abs of steel that cannot be broken. Of course, I’ve never seen Devon before, and sure, he’s got a seductively lickable muscle body, but there isn’t half a second that I spend thinking that he has a chance in hell of withstanding KV.

The only question I’m asking as KV beats the living fuck out of Devon’s gut is whether he will strip this newbie naked and suck out his soul before all is said and done. I love the way that KV gets amused by just how tough Devon is, how long he endures KV’s relentlessly focused brutality. That luscious KV sneer speaks volumes as Devon’s impassive face starts to crack in twinges of grimacing agony. KV loves his work in a way that makes me absolutely adore him.

I won’t name names, but there are plenty of wrestlers who leave me wondering why they’re wrestling, like they’re bored or resentful of the mere fact that they’re climbing into the ring. I never question why KV wrestles. He gets off on it. He gets off on conquering another man. He gets off on taking possession of another man’s muscled body. He deeply delights in driving a cocky stud to the bring of terror and shocked self-doubt. Devon goes down that well-worn path, looking with disbelief at his own quivering, quaking, weeping muscled body and realizing that he’s been transformed into KV’s bitch.

This isn’t my favorite KV match, but it’s totally, sensationally, 100% KV magic, which elevates it to a class all its own among the new releases. I’m not allowed to post the full monty pics by agreement with BGE, but let me just assure you that yes, indeed, KV beats the living fuck out of Devon’s “unbreakable” gut. He does strip the newbie naked. He absolutely sucks out his soul and takes total possession of DB-D’s hyphenated manhood.

I wouldn’t be surprised to learn that there are plenty of people loving on this match because of Devon. I totally get that your attention may be drawn to the pretty, shiny, ripped thing whose washboard core is the titular character of this match. But I have a hard time taking my eyes off of KV’s face, his ecstasy, his crotch warming pleasure that just grows and grows as Devon’s body falls apart. It’s Devon’s gorgeous gut, but this bash is all about Kid Vicious for me, and the moment he baptizes Britt-Darby with a shower of cum from his legendarily lovely Rod, he takes sole possession of the HWOTM title for September 2017.

As Kid’s narcissistic, hyphenated victim, I couldn’t agree more with your kind words about my abs — um, I mean about Kid’s heeling! 😉