Bruno from AbsArt released a video almost exactly a month ago announcing the launch of his own channel on Watchfighters, Bruno Extra. Bruno says that he plans “to go bigger and harder” there, sharing “more spicy content,” although he assures us that he’ll happily continue working with the AbsArt team as well. There’s definitely a demure edge to AbsArt. I mean, it’s sexy as fuck and fits entirely within the boundaries of erotic content that turns me on. The creativity and production quality at AbsArt continue to make it a standout in homoerotic content as far as I’m concerned. I haven’t watched even a small fraction of the (holy shit) over 1,400 videos they’ve posted to date, but their brand is about insanely hot bodies with world class, sculpted abdominal muscles getting punished. I’ve primarily sampled their wrestling-featured content, a bit of their muscle worship fare, and just little of their all-in scenario-based fantasies set in the world of soldiers, spies, and organized crime. They showcase their mind blowing fitness physiques with the eye of someone who knows exactly what turns me on, displaying nearly every inch of oiled up muscle on their top shelf talent. Nearly every inch. There are just a few inches that don’t seem to make it into the otherwise boundlessly creative homoerotic fare at AbsArt. Bruno Extra offers to uncover those last impressive inches for us.

The price point on Bruno Extra videos jumps a lot more than the Euros-per-minute rates of AbsArt and more than most of the homoerotic content I buy. Honestly, as instantly hungry I was for seeing Bruno (and friends) in truly all of their glory, I debated back and forth the price tag that includes a fully-monty mark-up. I actually rewatched Bruno’s intensely sexy wrestling match against Armin for AbsArt a few times again before concluding just how much I wanted to see what those minuscule yellow briefs of Bruno’s barely managed to cover. Finally unable to resist any longer, I pulled out my wallet, among other things, and slapped down the cash to own a bigger, harder, and spicier look at the phenomenal talent of Bruno.

What the title of “Bruno – creepy owner lurks and attacks in rented apartment – cum” lacks in finesse, it makes up for in truth-in-advertising. The plot centers on Bruno renting an Airbnb apartment from “creepy owner” Andrew. What makes Andrew creepy is that he has hidden cameras in his apartment that he uses to watch an unsuspecting Bruno. Whatever reluctance I might have to buy into the genuinely creepy pretense disappears when Andrew shows up in the video with his phone in one hand, watching Bruno over the hidden cameras, and Andrew’s cock in his other hand pounding one out. I’m not sure how I feel about the “creep” in this story literally saying what I’m thinking as he marvels at Bruno’s magnificent physique and he jerks on his thick joystick. “Some nice fucking muscles right there,” Andrew purrs with this Bond villain accent that, on its own, could probably get me off. “Look at that,” Andrew marvels as Bruno strips to underwear and gets in a light workout in the living room, “getting real pumped up with those push-ups!” Andrew starts stroking faster when Bruno makes to tug off his underwear. “Yes! Take of your fucking pants,” the creepy landlord channels exactly what I’m thinking (again, I’m not sure how I should feel about that). “Yeah, good boy,” Andrew says breathlessly as he watches/we watch exactly what Bruno was referring to in terms of “spicier content.”

I’ve mentioned a few times recently the curious value-added for me to shower scenes. So, imagine my pleasure when Bruno takes a long, slow, soapy shower that makes me melt. And talk about fucking inches… fuck, Bruno’s cock is nothing short of a work of art! There’s no angle, no feature, no detail from head to toe on him that is anything short of physical perfection. I was already solidly a fanboy, but, holy fuck, I am in awe of what must be incredible genetics, phenomenal conditioning, and likely a touch of divine intervention to craft a man this beautiful. And that’s without me mentioning what I’ve referred to before as his “luscious, sweet-as-honey ass.” Fuck, yes.

The plot device to this scenario hinges on Bruno being carelessly messy, and owner Andrew possibly having a stitch of OCD. The potato chips all over the couch and the dirty dishes and half eaten food Bruno leaves on the table interrupt Andrew’s jerk off session watching on from his hidden camera. In what could be considered an overreaction, he pulls out a handgun, strips to a red thong, and sneaks back into the apartment once Bruno is asleep to teach the hard-bodied cherub a lesson. The final 2/3rds of the video is the curiously intense confrontation between Andrew and Bruno, with neat-freak Andrew equally torn between wanting to punish the messy young renter and wanting to possess him. That’s really where I know that I’m definitely NOT like creepy lurker Andrew, after all. I’m solely here for the possession. Bruno can be as messy as he wants, as far as I’m concerned.

There are some hot beats as Bruno awakes to the terror of being held at gun point by the hungry apartment owner. Andrew makes Bruno flex for him. Andrew peels Bruno’s underwear off of him. He climbs into bed with him and strokes and strums Bruno’s rocking hot body and pounds his six-pack abs. He orders Bruno at gun point to go to the living room so he can tie the indignant, gorgeously naked hunk to a chair and pour baby oil over his body. Apparently, Andrew’s OCD doesn’t preclude his upholstered chair getting baby oil on it. Or cum.

As I mentioned, I was swooning over Bruno’s magnificent cock already, but it still took me by surprise just how stunningly beautiful it is when he’s oiled up and stroking himself hard. I catch myself holding my breath as Bruno beats himself off, awed by just how gorgeous he is, how gorgeous this moment is, how beautiful it is to get to enjoy an all access pass to Bruno’s extras. I don’t know if Bruno learned to be any neater the next time he rents an Airbnb (perversely, I hope not). I’d loved to have seen just a bit more of Andrew, to be honest, because the glimpses we get of his hugely muscled glutes free ranging in that tiny red thong strike such a hot compliment to Bruno’s carved marble physique. I get how the lack of consent in the scenario is value added for a lot of fans, but strictly speaking, it doesn’t actually add anything to what’s turning me on. Also, the gun play is a bit distracting for me, as I live in a country with out-of-control gun violence slapping me in the face daily. But all of those notes are honestly secondary to the biggest takeaway for me from this video.

What I’m left with, after I’ve toweled off and re-hydrated, are a lot of thoughts about eroticism, nakedness, and porn. To be clear, this video is soft core, but sure, it’s art that emerges from the market demand for sexually gratifying content (as IG called it when they recently censored a recent GIF I tried to post of guys spanking, before banning me for three days for the offense). There is a pendulum swing toward prudishness sweeping a whole lot of public discourse these days. Adult content laws are being passed under the pretense of “protecting children,” while clearly intending to stifle the artistic expression of the erotic as something presumed to be shameful for everyone. It’s patently ideologically-driven and cynical, often championed by the same people who, when their party isn’t in power, will lament the “nanny state” and government overreach into the personal lives and decisions of autonomous adults. It’s a flashback to Augustinian morality in which the physical body and its pleasure are lashed to pseudo-religious shame, valorizing self-denial as virtuous and the experience of corporal pleasure (not to mention the pursuit of the experience of corporal pleasure) as inherently subhuman.

I have no expertise in marketing, but I have to guess that the Bruno Extra team would net more from a lower price point. I feel like I have a little expertise as a long-time observer and commenter on the homoerotic wrestling market to be able to say that I’m certain there are a lot more Bruno fans out there who’d love to watch this video than can come close to affording it. But on the other hand, as I think about existential threats to artistic eroticism, and particularly threats to the availability of homoerotic content, I’m left wondering what it’s worth at this particular moment in history. What’s for sale at Bruno Extra is gorgeous and arousing and a stunning exploration of the aesthetics of beautiful bodies and the power those bodies have to evoke pleasure, particularly in the hands of talented and creative folks like the team behind Bruno Extra. I don’t know who can or can’t afford it, but I’m left pretty convinced that it’s priceless.