After my first review of an Abs Art wrestling video, I had a couple of different folks recommend that I take a look at their boy Bruno in action. Honestly, I’m so fucking infatuated with Mario, I thought curly haired pretty boy Bruno might be too baby faced, too boyishly pretty by comparison. But I finally took the plunge and watched one of a few wrestling matches in which achingly angelic-looking Bruno squares off against solid as fuck Armin in their “Legends Long Awaited” mat match. And, fuck, this is why we have wrestling buddies who give us recommendations, right? Sweet fuck, this is an insanely hot match!

I’m tickled at how personality-forward this 22 minute scene is. Mop-headed Bruno is doing sit ups (of course), showing off his incredibly ripped body and the requisite signature focus on the abs of Abs Art. He’s an anatomy chart, sporting a infinitesimal percentage body fat that makes me just a little concerned for his health. I swear, seeing him there, eyeing big, hunky Armin when the bearded, tatted muscle man walks in, I’m wondering if this kid can actually defend himself. He’s just so fucking pristinely pretty. Armin must be wondering the same thing, as he circles Bruno and picks up a dumbbell. Armin’s got a sly grin on his face, sort of hungry and mischievous, as he puts down the dumbbell and kicks it, making it roll over and bump into Bruno mid-sit-up. Bruno chews him out, snapping threateningly, before going back to more sit-ups for us to eye fuck his hot bod. When the dumbbell gets sent rolling into him again, he sits up and snarls, looking seriously like a delicate kid with newly minted muscles trying his best to sound tough. When Bruno then starts doing push ups, a couple of things happen. The most explicit thing that happens is Armin taps him on the back, and then pours a bottle of water on the back of Bruno’s head, and the mat scrap commences.

The other thing that’s happening when Bruno is doing push ups is we’re getting our first glimpse of the star of the show, namely, Bruno’s luscious, sweet-as-honey ass nowhere near being contained in those magical yellow microbriefs. Whoever does wardrobe over at Abs Art deserves a fucking Academy Award for those tiny yellow trunks. I mean, literally they are fucking magical. Because the grappling is sensationally intense, back and forth and looking like the boys are seriously working hard, and somehow, impossibly, those yellow trunks manage to stay on Bruno’s deliciously perky ass. Seriously, we’re never getting an actual view of his asshole, which I’d bet money is also ridiculously pretty. Yet, somehow, those Harry-Potter-Fucking microbriefs leave absolutely nothing to the imagination. I’m spending almost the entire 20 minutes holding my breath, wondering if Bruno’s extreme exertions are going to make his trunks slide all the way down his ass (they don’t), but also marveling at how completely naked he can look while technically still clothed. Fuck, Oscar-worthy costuming!

I really don’t know what to expect of the wrestling as the confrontation begins to play out. Armin’s bigger and the obvious aggressor. He’s openly picked this fight, and I’m entirely convinced it is, at least in part, due to his interest in seeing what happens to Bruno’s trunks. He’s mean and taunting, wanting to claim this all-to-pretty muscle boy. At one point, he’s got a side headlock on Bruno, and he literally gives the kid a noogie. Total big brother hazing vibes, and he’s got the incredibly hot bod and obvious hunger to dominate Bruno that makes me think he’s probably the odds on favorite. I’d be gushing about Armin’s meaty ass in that sexy, skimpy red speedo, if it weren’t for the honest-to-the-wrestling-gods magic of Bruno’s microbrief stealing the fucking show.

Thing is, though, that although all the classic elements (size, tats, beard, aggression) signal that Armin is here to heel the boy, Bruno is a seriously tough, fierce, and wily scrapper who gives back everything Armin dishes out with interest. I’m a full halfway through this match when it dawns on me: Bruno’s a fucking honey trap! The curly-haired cherub legitimately is too pretty, and maybe, just maybe, he keeps up those appearances in order to attract beautiful bearded bullies like Armin, thinking his sensationally fine ass would be easy pickings. Bruno is most definitely NOT easy pickings. He takes a ton of punishment, and he’s got to be doing far more than his share of the work muscling the bigger man around, but no shit, Bruno just keeps countering, climbing on top, and literally throttling Armin’s throat with his bare hands. What was I saying earlier about Armin being the “obvious aggressor?” Holy fuck, the primal rage/hunger on Bruno’s babiest face is intensely hot to watch!

It’s a back and forth 22 minutes, and I love the delicate balance of advantage trading hands in this captivating way that cranks up the anticipation. 15 minutes earlier, and I was going to put money on Armin wiping the floor with Bruno, but down the homestretch, I have absolutely no idea who’s going to eek out the victory. But I am totally convinced that it’s going to be decisive, and I am not disappointed (to say the least). There’s heat and ego and snarling contempt heaped on when the victory is won, and every single second of this confrontation, starting well before the grappling started, makes the victorious taunting and threats feel totally legit.

Holding my suspense for a solid 20 minutes, keeping me guessing and totally aroused the entire time, is something I don’t come across every day. Incredibly hot bodies, delightfully compelling characters, and lovely, intense, hard fought back-and-forth wrestling make this a winner for me. But it’s those fucking magical yellow microbriefs that keep me coming back to replay this one over and over again, never walking away unsatisfied.

Fuck, that was hot!