Author: wrestlebard

I'm a gay man with an active imagination.

The Evolution of a God

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Dan the Steel Muscle God promised me a follow up interview after our provocative conversation several weeks ago. Now that I’m resettled, I’m doing some pre-interview prep. If you have any questions you’d like me to ask him, let me know. In the mean time, SMG has continued to serve up sweet, up close and intimate looks at his every inch!  The formula that guides SMG’s web presence has you and me squarely in his cross hairs. His weekly body worship sessions are an intoxicating combo of a mouthwatering physique, a knee-weakening voice, and a downright charming, lighthearted personality.  Anyone into hot, natural muscle to admire live and interactive should find plenty to satisfy in the quirky, funny, sexy performances of SMG.

Dan the Steel Muscle God is looking directly at you!

But you and I aren’t just anyone. We’re among those with a particular appreciation for the eroticism of wrestling.  And from the very first YouTube clip I stumbled across of SMG years ago, he’s been stroking my wrestling fetish with remarkable clarity. 90% of SMG’s online presence is solo, so the actual wrestling content is relatively sparse. But that said, of that 90% of solo time, right near 100% of it includes a nod to what turns you and me on hardest. SMG talks (a lot!) about using his gorgeous, steel muscles to squeeze and crush you. A close up session focusing on his lickable legs are punctuated (exclamation points) by purring commentary of how much SMG (and you) would enjoy feeling those thighs wrapped around your body and slowly squeezing the air out of your lungs. He explains that his double bicep flex staring down into his webcam is the view you’d see after he’s brought you to your knees and made you submit, quivering, to his dominating power.

SMG tames a contender trapped between his steel trap steel muscles.

While I find plenty in SMG’s solo work to hit the spot, he does occasionally recruit a buddy to appear with him, and with increasing frequency his buddies are up for wrestling the Steel Muscle God. My favorite so far is a compact cut of prime beef who nearly rivals the Steel Muscle God in some body part side-by-side comparisons.  SMG did a scissorfest jockstrap mat match with this satisfying entree a couple of months ago. That match ended with a shocking nut shot for which SMG promised fans that some form of strict discipline would be enforced on the demigod challenger in a future confrontation.

SMG threatens to break another contender in half across his bulging shoulders!

While I’ve been out of contact with the internet, SMG has since posted a mattress match against a surprisingly sexy, skinny, goateed scrapper whose physique is nowhere near the caliber of steel muscle godliness, but who instantly has a snarling, fuck-you-and-your-steel-muscles attitude that catches me off guard. He’s no babyface muscle boy. He’s lean with downright skinny legs. I’d easily overlook him in a crowded bar. But he’s game in a big, all-in way that turns me on even more than it clearly irks a contemptuous SMG.

You could do your laundry on that 8-pack while SMG presents his suffering opponent up like a cat showing off his mouse.

SMG’s on-camera wrestling repertoire is expanding rapidly, and I’m enjoying (to say the least) watching the evolution. He’s been primarily a scissors and bearhugs man from what I’ve seen of him in the past, but with this new skinny, cocky loudmouth, SMG unleashes a menu of hot pro wrestling holds that display his power and beauty as beautifully as they demonstrate his total control of his opponent.

Tongue wagging, SMG makes eye contact to let you know this is all for you!

Spend even a few minutes with SMG, and you’ll learn quickly that he’s ALL about pleasing his fans. His devotion to his worshippers is coming through in an incredibly sexy way as he’s growing more creative and confident in his dominating stylings. He mugs for the camera, usually silently (though sometimes he speaks directly to the fans) signaling that every step of the way, he’s serving up his suffering opponent for the pleasure of the viewer. His sexy sense of humor peeks out with a wink and a wagging tongue as he does chiropractic work on his opponent in several backbreaker variations.  Racking the boy across his bulging shoulders, SMG shoves the lucky bastard’s face into the camera to demonstrate the chumps total humiliation for our enjoyment.

SMG looks stunning as he rains down verbal humiliation on his helpless “challenger.”

SMG’s cocky banter flows like liquid gold, punctuated irregularly by the grunts and gasps of the outmatched mere mortal nearly getting ripped limb from limb. So many of the qualities that I particularly find arousing in homoerotic wrestling are wrapped up in the godly, bulging, ripped to shreds body. SMG is always telling a story, and I just can’t overstate how sexy his deep, purring voice is. He’s completely generous with his incredibly gorgeous body, demonstrating every muscle and crevice from every angle an adoring fan might want to study. He seems to intuitively understand that a worship-worthy body like his is only truly actualized when it’s used, stripped to nearly nothing, to dominate a punishment sponge like his latest doormat buddy.

A homoerotic wrestling steel muscle god!

After reading some of what I’ve written about him, SMG commented to me privately a couple of months ago, “You sure are a big SMG fan!” Truer words never spoken. I look forward to more homoerotic wrestling steel muscle godliness, and I hope to get that second interview soon!

Homoerotic Wrestler of the Month

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I’m late on selecting a homoerotic wrestler of the month! So let me slice through the preliminaries quickly. The nominees who turned my crank in June new releases are: Jake Jenkins, Jayden Mayne, Joshua Goodman (that’s Mr. Joshua to you!), Christopher Bruce, Denny Cartier, Joah Bindao, Austin Cooper, Patrick Donovan, Skip Vance, Kid Karisma, Cage Thunder, Lightning Rod, Stinger, Jonny Firestorm, Mitch Colby, Joe Robbins, Morgan Cruise, Diego Diaz, Chace LaChance, Eli Black, Jason Kane, Ethan Andrews, Josh Steel, Steel Muscle God.

The field is full of former HOTM and overall favorite title holders, so you know that there are more than a handful of obvious front runners. Now that I have internet access again, rest assured you’ll be hearing my justifications for most of these nominees in detail in the coming weeks. But I’m tardy for the task of giving the nod to just one dish from this mouthwatering buffet of beef and brawn, so without further ado, my pick for the new homoerotic wrestler of the month is…

Okay, so this isn’t “just one.” And I can name a few readers who are instantly hating on me for my pick. First of all, Cage Thunder recently chastised me on Facebook for having never tapped him for the title. Some will cry unfair lobbying, to which I reply, yet again, there’s nothing “fair” (or “balanced” for that matter) about my tastes. It’s not the first time I’ve been thrilled to reward blatant self-promotion, and knowing that Cage Thunder wants it from me could easily make it that much more fun to tease him by withholding it, even when he’s earned it. But there’s no doubt about it, he’s earned it and I’m thrilled to give it to him (so to speak). I’m also painfully aware that there are plenty of us who can’t get enough of the pretty, baby face muscle boys (including me, 7 days out of 10), and those words do not describe either Cage Thunder or Lightning Rod. Hot as hell? Yes. Gorgeous bodies paired with brilliant, full-on explicit homoeroticism? Absolutely. But pretty? Not a shred of it. Baby face? Never for an instant. Muscle boys? Doesn’t quite capture it.  Turned my crank the hardest with all four of their expert hands? Unquestionably!

Lightning Rod and Cage Thunder can’t quite believe Stinger is ready to wrestle them both.

Regular readers are aware that I’m terrible about discussing spoilers without a shred of forewarning or shame. So let me just say up front that anyone who doesn’t want to know the unmasked identities of anyone in BG East’s Masked Mayhem 9, stop reading here and don’t look at any further photos below. I respect your desire to continue in suspense if you haven’t seen the match yet. You know I’m all about the drama! But I’m certain that I’m likely about to bust right through the curtain and if you haven’t already recognized Stinger and Lightning Rod from the promotional pics, you’ll likely figure it out soon enough if you keep reading.

Stinger trapped in the unfriendliest of unfriendly territories.

This is only the second time in the history of the HOTM title that I’ve felt forced to select co-honorees.  The first time this happened, I felt compelled to select both Mitch Colby and Brook Stetson in BG East’s Sunshine Shooters 4 because of the way their sweat and power blended and pulsed as one mass of gorgeous mat muscle. There was just no way for me to disentangle which of them was the one shoving me over the edge. My rationale is similar this time around, but now it’s tag team partners Cage Thunder and Lightning Rod teaming up at such a perfectly matched pace that they’re working me into a lather as one, awesome, homoerotic wrestling machine!

What the hell was this kid thinking?!

Their opponent is all by himself, desperate to redeem himself from some unmasked humiliation he’s suffered in the BG East ring and on the mats in the past. Stinger’s tag team partner has, reportedly, left him high and dry. Personally, the spoiled, beautiful youth storyline is so achingly perfect I suspect that The Boss may have had a hand in Stinger’s abandonment. And like the eager young face he is, he quickly slaps away Cage Thunder and Lightning Rod’s skepticism that he can continue solo. His baseball biceps are pumped. His lovely pecs are primed. He’s ripped to an astonishingly lean fighting trim, and he’s got all the bluster and fool hearty confidence of some superhero’s sidekick striking out to make a name on his own.

One perfectly tuned homoerotic wrestling machine!

Enter the perfectly oiled (I wish) machine that is my homoerotic wrestler(s) of the month. Lightning Rod is unmistakable to regular BG East fans. That body, the humorless, sexy-steely gaze, and, once almost all is said and done, that epically gorgeous cock (whose praises were sung in The Boss’ interview with Joe a while back) can belong to only one master heel. Cage Thunder is also well known to BG East followers, but as to his secret identity, I have no insights. However his body is lean and powerful; his swelling cock struggles to escape his trunks almost from the beginning of the match; and his mastery of babyface bashing is rivaled only by perhaps 2 or 3 BG East legends that I can name.

Between a rock and a hard place

What do you get when you pair two legendary master heels in masks against a paragon of youth, beauty, and completely outmatched enthusiasm? Well, I don’t know what you get, but I get off, repeatedly, and as soon as I can rehydrate, again and again. They play with Stinger like two cats toying with a mouse. It’s slowly sadistic. The eroticism builds like a two-page crescendo. Individually, they keep Stinger off balance and battered. The young hero manages some offense, but like the tide, there’s nothing that’s going to turn back the onslaught of these heel partners.

Stinger’s stinger seems to appreciate his double-team agony!

When they unmask Stinger, it’s little surprise to see the ridiculously juvenile face howling in anguish underneath. His body is so idiosyncratic and unforgettable, if you’ve seen Stinger wrestle unmasked, you saw this coming. But the depths of viciousness that my joint homoerotic wrestlers of the month delve into, especially after the unmasking, takes my breath away. This match becomes a masterpiece when Cage Thunder and Lightning Rod are double-teaming the little Stinger. Like one, two-headed wrestling monster, they crush and pummel, slam and squeeze the withering, unmasked young hunk with four-handed holds that boggle the mind. My favorite by far is Stinger draped backward across the turnbuckle, Lightning Rod nearly ripping his head off by hanging on Stinger’s neck from behind, and Cage Thunder instantly yanking down the babyface’s trunks and slapping the little stinger to life until the battered young hunk’s cock is raging in Cage’s hands.

His mouth says no, but his swelling cock screams, “Yes!”

Like the experts they are, my homoerotic wrestlers of the month draw a straight line between masked pro wrestling and explicit, wad-blowing homoeroticism. The pleasure of dishing out body and soul-crushing domination works both of them into a doubly explosive finish, baptizing the naked babyface, knocked out cold in the center of the ring, with two showers of victorious ecstasy.  Hot from the start and downright incendiary near the end, Cage Thunder and Lightning Rod are unquestionably my homoerotic wrestlers of the month!

Teamwork!

AC on Top

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I’ve been unable to post for a couple of weeks, and it’s felt like going without chatting with a good friend. At some point I really ought to spend some time contemplating how blogging about my homoerotic wrestling kink has impacted me. But that must wait for another day, because gloriously I now have internet access again!  I’m ticking off those new year’s resolutions, and loving every moment of my life right now. I have a new job that rewards me a little more proportionally to the contribution I make to my workplace. And more pertinent to my absence from the pages of this blog lately, I have a new home a couple of thousand miles away from my last base of operations. Since last you heard from me, I packed up, drove across the country, and have set up shop in an entirely new-to-me city that I’m already quickly learning to love. And today, my new place was wired for action

It’s official: AC plays for out team!
I wonder how new geography will affect my musings in neverland? Ah, but no, that question belongs in the “another day” category. For today, let me just marvel at the juiciest bit of news to fire up my homoerotic wrestling imagination in months: Anderson Cooper came out. This is relatively old news in the fast twitch, ADHD, 24-hour news cycle now, but since this is my first chance to reflect on it here, I have to say officially that this news rocks!
Guns a-blazin’!
Setting aside the catty bullshit that has been oozing out from every corner of the gay world, with virtual eyes rolling and tongues tut-tutting about how everyone already knew about this poorly kept secret, I think anytime anyone says their truth out loud, it’s a good day. And Anderson is a hot little piece of white meat who has already inspired a full-length fantasy in my homoerotic wrestling fiction all on his own. In my Producer’s Ring collection, Anderson starred in the first match of the regular Newsmen series (after the initial sequestered beach round robins featuring the likes of my first celebrity wrestling fiction stars, including perennial objects of lust like Carter Evans, Rob Marciano and Chris Cuomo).
AC has reason to be cocky in Producer’s Ring action.
In his first and, to date, only appearance in the Producer’s Ring, Anderson fought a grudge match against that touped Fox News pretty boy Bill Hemmer. Like most of my homoerotic wrestling fiction, this match works out some of my personal issues, as evidenced by 1) the context is lube wrestling, and 2) the gay silver fox owns the Fox News lovely in body and soul, hoisting Hemmer across his shoulder and heading to the locker room to stuff something down Hemmer’s throat to shut him up for good.
Upgrading the already impressive guns to grenade launchers
Just like in this world, Anderson in the Producer’s Ring has been behind the scenes pumping up those lovely guns of his and building his made-for-tv body bigger and more beautifully. And as so often is the case in my fiction, art imitates life (and surprisingly, life often imitates art!), and AC is already prominently featured in some late breaking news in the Newsmen division, taking center stage from the recently MIA Carter Evans (who in real life apparently followed his wife to California for her work opportunities, ripping him from my morning routine watching him report life from the NYSE).
Beauty, brains, brawn… a lethal concoction in the Producer’s Ring!
AC is all right with me, in this universe and in the universe of my homoerotic wrestling fantasies.  I look forward to seeing much more of him (hell, I may even check out his talk show now), and you should expect to see much more of him in a Producer’s Ring story coming soon!

Truly Sexier and Sexier!

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If I’ve said it once, I’ve said it a thousands times: winner of “best casting on television” for all time is True Blood. Hands down. The show has fed my homoerotic wrestling fantasies since season 1. My celebrity homoerotic wrestling fiction has featured True Blood sex machine Ryan Kwanten being dominated and milked dry by the likes of Jamie Bamber and Shemare Moore, before pulling his act together and besting giant powerhouse Jason Bruening.

Ryan Kwanten in post-coital existential crisis in last night’s True Blood.

Vampire Bill, aka Stephen Moyer turned out to be quite the nasty heel in his underhanded tag team victory alongside Sam Trammel, risking an English backlash in London taking down one of my long-time personal favorites, Russell Tovey and soon to be Hobbit-dwarf, Aiden Turner.

Stephen Moyer checks out Alexander Skarsgård’s pecs (and who blames him?!)

I hold the belief that, in the aggregate, the sexiest men on the planet are the Swedes, and at the head of the pack is True Blood vampire sex stud, Alexander Skarsgård. This explains why Alexander crushed Ashton Kutcher into the mat, shutting the sexy funny man up for good in the Producer’s Ring (at least in front of the camera). Soon afterward, he settled a score for national pride, showing Chris Hemsworth precisely what he thought about the idea of an Aussie being cast as the Norse god, Thor.  I’m not sure who I could imagine besting the 6’4″ blond bombshell on the rise, but if there was one person in my homoerotic wrestling imagination who might pull it off, it very well could be True Blood’s newest resident hunk, Christopher Meloni.

Low rise is never low enough when it comes to the long, lean, gorgeous body of this Swede!

I simply cannot get enough of Christopher Meloni! He came roaring into my homoerotic wrestling imagination making erotic sculpture out of Milo Ventimiglia and Adrian Pasdar, with a little help from his tag team partner Sendhil Ramamurthy. The scene-stealer that he is, Christopher was quickly cast in a singles competition against fantasyman Teddy Sears, showing that Christopher is born to heel.  Still another match was scheduled that was supposed to see Chase Crawford bring badboy Christopher down a rung, but with charisma like Meloni’s, Crawford was destined to be broken (literally). With Christopher’s ego swelling dangerously, the production team in my homoerotic wrestling universe had to take matters into their own hands, and it was finally gorgeous fitness model Ben Godfre who brought the vicious heel to heel, followed by each member of Eli Brody’s executive team taking their shots and pent up frustrations out on the humbled hunk.

Christopher Meloni brings his Chippendales routine to TB.

Not one of these True Blood hunks has faded from my fantasies, and with Christopher packed so tightly into a muscle-bulging designer suit in the past couple of episodes this season, I was aching to the core to see him unleash the beast. Last night he finally gave a hint of what drives me insane, peeling slowly, teasingly out of his suit coat and tie and making me drool to watch him unbutton his dress shirt and slide it slowly, so slowly off.

Bulging shoulders, powerful pecs, a fantasy body sending imaginations exploding!

Fuck, this man is hot! He clearly worked out just right to get into True Blood shape.  He’s bulging in all the right places, lean and sculpted in the rest. He’s biceps and shoulders are huge, rock hard, and pulsing with vascularity.  Damn, I can guarantee we’re seeing now-company man Christiopher Meloni back in bulging trunks and climbing into the ring again in a homoerotic wrestling fantasy borrowing heavily from the brilliant casting of True Blood!

Christopher Meloni’s days in my homoerotic wrestling fiction are most definitely not over!

Chasing Rio

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JoshH gave me a heads up that Rio Garza, who competes in fitness competitions as Alan Valdez, won the Model Universe 2012 Overall title last week! Our little boy is all grown up, and just like legions of homoerotic wrestling fans, the fitness model world can’t take their eyes off of Rio’s ripped, gorgeous body. 

Reports are that Rio/Alan longs to be the most successful Mexican fitness model in history. While I’m no expert, I have to guess that he can check that box as he hoists his Model Universe trophy overhead. His proportions and fitness, particularly when he’s ripped, are superhuman! I’d expect to see a physique like this in the Louvre, or reclining in a toga on Mr. Olympus, so a Model Universe competition victory for this smoldering beauty seems somehow anti-climactic.

JoshH has mentioned to me often what an epic score it was for homoerotic wrestling fans when lovely Rio dipped his suckable toes into our corner of the pool. If you’ve lived under a rock for the past 3 or 4 years, you may not know that he’s wrestled for Rock Hard Wrestling (as Ray Martinez), for BG East, and for Can-Am. He’s featured in the just-past BG East catalog getting caught up in between some tough daddy-cub conflict in his self-titled Rio’s Bad Day. Rio’s Revenge is still on the list of “most popular titles” for Can-Am. Mr. Model Universe 2012 at the mercy of sadistic underground wrestlers putting on the show for gay eyes is, without a doubt, quite a score for homoerotic wrestling fans!

Cameron and Paul make Rio reconsider if he really wants to be a pro wrestler!

While Rio is living large on the stage of his fitness competition life, his journey through homoerotic wrestling products has been a tougher row to hoe.  It’s no wonder that every sadistic bastard in wrestling can’t wait to get their hands on his award winning physique. “Pretty” can be like a giant red target on the lickable ass of a fitness model, and muscleman lovely Rio is dripping with pretty.  Put him in the room with a couple of high flying indy pro veterans like Cameron Mathews and Paul Hudson, and just sit back and wait for the double team pec claw and neck breaker combo to bring godlike Rio to screaming, humiliated submission.

Rio shoves his lust for revenge in Jobe Zander’s face.

I’ve complained about Rio often not quite striking a selling combo of erotic and wrestling to fully satisfy my homoerotic wrestling fetish. However, his more recent appearances are scratching an itch that I’ve long longed for an ambitious Mexican fitness model to scratch. Exacting revenge on frequent tormentor Jobe Zander, the Latino adonis’ schoolboy pin, slapping down his junk on the throat of the notorious heel, is poignant homoerotic character development for an innocent, naive poser like Rio.  It seems like Jobe has finally, finally, finally awakened the beast, and whether Rio ends up on top or not, a fitness model flex with his balls dangling in his opponent’s face can feed my hunger for quite a while!

Sweaty Rio opens wide for dominating muscle god, Kid Karisma.

There’s probably nothing tastier for my taste buds than the first sight I caught of Rio wrestling, on the receiving end of a schoolboy pin this time, with the battering ram of my reigning favorite homoerotic wrestler, ripped red-headed musclegod Kid Karisma resting on his chin, in BG East’s Undagear 15. Rio’s wrestling “prowess” back then wasn’t what was yanking my chain, and the confrontation earned nothing but dripping contempt from the Karismatic one, whose tastes and opinions I tend to follow with somewhat worshipful adoration.  But the visual contrast of these two fantasy men, with rippling Rio coated in sweat and flat on his back with his jock-strapped ass cheeks vulnerably spread at the mercy of Kid K’s flexing physique does all sorts of wonderful things for me. With “legitimate” mainstream fame under his belt, I have to wonder if new release Rio’s days are numbered. Likely, they already were, I imagine, as the producers of new content dip into their unreleased catalog to keep muscle-in-trouble fans sated with suffering Rio. While his homoerotic wrestling career left me flipping through other pages at points, I whole heartedly agree with JoshH on two points: homoerotic wrestling fans were lucky to see his likes performing our fantasies, and he deserves a hearty congratulations and best wishes for more modeling successes to continue. Keep flexing, Rio!

Family Drama… the Most Brutal Drama of All!

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I’ve recently put pen to page for the first time in months, writing new homoerotic wrestling fiction. The break in this long dry spell feels like a fresh spring shower. It’ll probably be a while before I have something in shape to publish, but in the mean time, Alex has written a piece especially for the Producer’s Ring that has me dizzy with delight.  For those who don’t know, the Producer’s Ring is a creation of mine, comprised of a universe in which geopolitical power has been subsumed under the elites of the entertainment-industrial complex.  The most powerful man on earth is Eli Brody, who makes all of the most important decisions in casting the hunks of entertainment by relying on homoerotic wrestling competitions. It’s a quirky universe formed out of my own kinks and fantasies, pitting celebrity muscles against one another in ranging degrees of explicit erotic competition. One of the more explicit venues in the Producer’s Ring is the series of “Focus Group” matches, set in a Seattle bathhouse. With an all-gay, sexed up audience looking on, celebrities desperate to demonstrate that they’ve got what it takes to win fans battle in nothing but a terrycloth towel (though I don’t think anyone has managed to keep their towel on through an entire match). “Winning” is as much about inspiring the sexual fantasies of the Focus Group as it is about coming out on top in the bare naked physical confrontation.  It’s been a while since I’ve posted a new story to Producer’s Ring, but yesterday I had the pleasure of publishing a Focus Group match written by Alex.

Chris Hemworth dripping wet.

Alex has done a fantastic job of capturing the quirks and idiosyncrasies of the Producer’s Ring, and he’s written a stunningly sexy brother-on-brother Focus Group confrontation between Chris and Liam Hemsworth.  As if in reply, the Chris Hemsworth PR machine (in the real-life universe) just allowed Thor to be captured soaking wet and ripped to shreds wrapped in terrycloth at the beach.

Chris makes terrycloth look so good!

Chris made me a believer in packing on the beef for his divinely hot superhero performances. That  body!  6’3″ and stacked like a comic book superhero, this blond bombshell inspires an infinite supply of homoerotic wrestling fantasies in my imagination. But when I heard that Chris has an aspiring actor “little” brother who’s also 6’3″ and a tasty side of beef, my brother-on-brother fetish was absolutely tweaked. “Little” Liam is nowhere near the muscle boy that his big (BIG) brother is, but hell yeah! I’d lick him from head to toe and make him forget Billy Ray’s daughter with an over-the-knee backbreaker blow job any day of the week!

“Little” Liam Hemsworth looks to follow in his brother’s footsteps?

Thor, the Huntsman… Chris is clearly a rising stock in Hollywood. But so is Liam. The little Hemsworth got oiled up and eroticized in his breakout role opposite now-fiance’ Miley, and he’s riding a PR bulldozer in the franchise of Hunger Games. Hollywood could very well be big enough for two sexy-beast Aussie brothers, of course. But in the Producer’s Ring? Highly unlikely!

Liam glows with a sheen of sweat and perky nips.

Alex’ Focus Group match tells a story that my homoerotic wrestling imagination is aching for: Hemsworth v Hemsworth. Terrycloth towels (only briefly) wrapped around their waists… stimulated bathhouse gayboys watching on and working up a wave of passion… big, beautiful muscle on big, beautiful muscle! A backstory of hard feelings that always arise from the bullying of big brothers makes this a fantastic drama and a outrageously sexy combat.

Liam prepares for the mind games of the Producer’s Ring.

Love, love, love this match! Alex has permission to write for Producer’s Ring anytime! As for me, having watched Hunger Games and only read the first book, I just have to scratch my head and wonder what magic Liam is smuggling in his trunks to make his character in Games the leading man choice over gorgeously and adorably nerdilicious hunk with a superhero square jaw, Josh Hutcherson.

I’d kick a Hemsworth to the curb for a shot at this alpha dog!

I smell a grudge match shaping up!

Victory is Mine!

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Regular readers have heard me bitching and whining about my work life for years now. I’ve been wrestling with a bear of a job that leaves me underpaid and my labor generally exploited by others. However, I’m ecstatic to report that the mammoth project that has been weighing me down and distracting me from the great fun of posting more here and writing more homoerotic wrestling fiction has come to a thrilling conclusion. I took some vicious attacks along the way, but as of today, I have wrestled the mother fucker to his back, pinned his chin beneath my crotch, and slapped down a crowing, lingering, humiliating 3-count pin in the middle of the ring.

Shoulders pinned, leg hooked, crotch hovering at chin-level…

The size and scope of this exhausting victory cannot be overstated. I’m poised to start a new job in a few weeks, which will include an epic promotion and huge jump in compensation. I will be moving across the country in the mean time, so my availability to post around here will likely continue to be spotty. But life is good, gentlemen!

“One!…
…two!…
…three, you son of a bitch! You’re ass is mine!”

Superhero Sisyphus

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Alex Adamov as Sisyphus gets a purchase on Cole Cassidy’s ass in his struggle to rise to his feet in Old School Meets New

Yesterday, I waxed philosophical about the existential implications of a homoerotic wrestler struggling to climb up to his feet, dragging himself up inch by inch holding onto his opponent’s muscles. In a happy coincidence, I just posted a new story on behalf of Alex that features just this fantastic element, as a superhero in trouble struggles on his knees in front of his villainous opponent.

Drew Russell strains to climb Mt. Cole in Florida Fights 4

This 3rd chapter in The Cave series by Alex is climactic in every sense of the word! Holy crap, I needed IV fluids to make it through the end of the match, in which pornstar wrestler Cody, whose wrestling alter-ego is The Bat, is shocked to his core to face his arch-nemesis, Bane.

I’ve heaped praise on Alex’s writing in the past, so I won’t belabor the obvious. Alex’s writing is beautifully artful, his storytelling is compelling, and his homoerotic wrestling imagination is mindblowingly hot! If you’ve read the first 2 chapters of The Cave, get yourself to the Sidelineland collection and find yourself some private time to enjoy the culmination of this erotic trilogy. If you haven’t read the first 2 chapters, do that first before you head to chapter 3… but pace yourself. This is potent, sexy, truly homoerotic fantasy fantastic!

Send me your contributions of homoerotic wrestling fiction to share with the group, and share your feedback through the Sidelineland discussion group (which gives you instant access to the full collection of reader contributions).

Sisyphus

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In Greek mythology, Sisyphus was cursed to eternally push a boulder up a mountain, only to see it roll back down the mountain each time he reached the top. Drawing from the myth of Sisyphus, existentialist philosopher Camus wrote about the absurdity of the search for meaning in an essentially meaningless world. Like Sisyphus, Camus argued, we are trapped within the futile task of seeking divinity and eternal truths, only to have our convictions tumble down over and over.  We are destined to repeatedly learn that what seems so important to us at any given moment is, ultimately, hollow and pointless.
Battered Coop climbs inch by inch up Diego’s long, luscious body.
As I wrestle a boulder up my own mountain, wondering if there’s any point to it all, it reminds me of the potently erotic moment in some of my favorite homoerotic wrestling matches when a bashed hunk peels himself up off the mat to look up at the dominating beast staring down at him impassively. This drama shows up in most Cole Cassidy matches and several Kid Vicious crushings.  Most recently, my heart nearly beat out of my chest when I watched cocky goldenboy Austin Cooper crawl, inch by inch, up the infinitely long legs of 6’3″ giant Diego Diaz, climbing up the Latino sex-bomb’s legs as Diego leers down at him, just waiting for him to reach his feet only to slam him back down to the mat once again.  Of course, there’s the homoeroticism of the catcher’s face suggestively traversing his opponent’s crotch. And undoubtedly, there’s the drama of whether the beaten man is battered sufficiently to prevent him from launching a vicious attack on the standing hunk’s vulnerability wagging in his face. But I’m captured by this moment for the melodrama, as well, the mythological scope of the scene as a once-invulnerable muscleman keeps climbing in the face of futility. As the pitcher watches impassively from above, allowing his crushee to use his frame as a handhold, to hang from him in his weakness, to lean on him, clutching his muscles for borrowed strength, I’m most moved when the fates are irresistible, and the struggling climber is destined to just barely reach the apex of his journey up his opponent’s body only to be slammed back down to start the futile journey all over again.  Sure, it may be a bleak assessment of the human condition, but it’s one seriously hot scene in homoerotic wrestling, as hunky Sisyphus sweats his way up the mountain, inch by exhausted inch, destined to go tumbling down over and over again.
Cole is uncharacteristically Sisyphus to Chris Bruce’s mountainous muscles
in Demolition 10.
Cole squeezes Chris’s powerful thighs as he climbs up the
classic muscleman’s waiting, glistening body.
Just as Cole reaches the summit, Chris scoops him up…
…parades him helplessly and hopelessly around the ring…
…and flings him back to the mat from where he started. 
Then Cole starts the long journey up the mountain once again….

Big Ben

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It’s not like I’m subtle. I practically beg for interviews with homoerotic wrestling hunks! I’ve got favorite classics who I’ve long harbored a crazy longing to chat up, but I’m nothing short of tickled (in that hot, pinned down and tortured way) to have a sexy, fresh rookie agree to go on the record as well. When I discovered that BG East new hottie, Ben Monaco, reads the pages of this blog, it took me about a quarter of a second to get my interview request out. Big Ben amiably agreed, and he charmingly calls me “Mr. Bard” (which makes me think for just a moment that he’s talking to my dad), so I’ve quickly settled firmly down on the side of being a Ben Monaco fan! Getting a little back story does nothing but make me eager to see more of what this sexy, sweaty slammer has in store for his BG East career!
5’10”, 175 lbs., Ben Monaco

Bard: So Ben, I’m excited to learn that you’re a neverland reader! Welcome to neverland and to homoerotic wrestling.

Ben: Why thank you Mr. Bard, always liked your writing style and enjoy your analysis of the matches and wrestlers you write about.

Bard: Hey, thanks! I’m honored! So I have to start where you left off at the end of your debut match with BG East. That kiss planted on fellow rookie Alex Arias is dizzyingly hot! Alex seems to want to fight it off, but I swear we watch him melt underneath you as you hold the back of his head firmly in your hand and plant your mouth across his. Damn that’s a hot finish! What was going through your mind as you celebrated your first match victory so passionately?

Alex Arias melts from the press of Ben’s offense.

Ben: Of course, yes, lots of things were going through my mind at the time. This was my first match released on BG East’s website and also, chronologically speaking, the first match I filmed for them! Naturally, there was a bunch of nervousness at first, but in the end, I was focused on having a bit of fun with my little opponent…figured the BG East fans would like it…after they knew who I was of course.

Bard: You certainly made a big impression on me! What a way to introduce yourself to BG East fans, not to mention the disarming treat it clearly is for your opponent. What’s your wrestling background? Your first match appeared in a product called “Mat Rookies,” but already you seem awfully confident on the BG East mats.

Ben: My background is actually very, very limited! Unlike a lot of the roster there, I have no formal training in submission wrestling, pro or otherwise. I actually only began wrestling my very first matches back in August 2011! Of course, before that I was already an avid fan of BG East and gay-wrestling in general. So a lot of what I know to do I owe to the various guys who I’ve wrestled as well BG East’s talented coaches Jonny Firestorm, Kid Vicious and Kid Leopard of course.

Bard: So you were already a homoerotic wrestling fan before you wrestled for BG East?

Ben: Yes, I was a big fan of BG East and still am to this day. Wrestling has always been a big turn on for me so the homoeroticism comes quite naturally when you’ve got a hot opponent in front of you!

Bard: Where did BG East find you?

Ben: My “day job” makes me travel around a lot between four cities: Toronto, Ottawa, Quebec City and Montreal (my home). I ended up wrestling a guy in Toronto that I met on globalfight on one of my frequent layovers. We had tried on several occasions to meet, but there was always a scheduling thing that went wrong. After a good solid month of back-and-forth “I’m not available that day but are you free on that day?” messages, we finally met at the start of 2012. As we finished our first match he asked me if I knew about BG East. “Of course!” was my answer. He then told me that he personally knew the guys in charge (Vicious and Leopard) and thought that I should meet/talk with them about filming.

At first, I thought he must be joking! How could I, a new kid on the wrestling block, be considered BG East material? I had only been wrestling for 4 months or so! Nevertheless, I agreed to let him send some of our match pictures to the BG East bosses. Within a week I was chatting with Kid Leopard about potentially flying down to Florida to film, by the end of January it was all confirmed and by the second week of February I was down south shooting my first matches.

Bard: Sounds like a fantastic adventure! Being so new to the game, what is it that motivates you to step onto the mats in your underwear, cameras rolling, and work up a bucket of sexy sweat as you put your ass on the line?

All that sweat requires Ben to squeeze tighter!

Ben: Well first off, it isn’t always underwear [laughing]. There’s actually a lot of different gear BG East fans will get to see me in when my future matches are released. What motivates me? Have you seen the BG East roster lately? That’s all the motivation I need! I practically passed out when Kid Leopard told me who was going to be in Florida with me for the shoot! And as for the buckets of sweat, that just comes naturally. One of my well-known opponents even commented “Finally! Someone who sweats as much as I do!” It does make some holds a bit tricky to apply though…

Bard: Count me among the fans of dripping sweat on a wrestler! I also adore the sound of Alex whimpering as you control him in the long, agonizing series of scissors you squeeze him in. There’s an almost inaudible gasp and withering whine that you milk right out of him that I find astonishingly sexy. I also remember you telling Alex that you wanted to hear him scream, which you proceeded to make him do. What’s it like for you to play an opponent like that?

Ben: Oh well that’s just a lot of fun! When I beat a guy down, I love making him beg and plead for me to release the hold or end the match. I can be a pretty nasty little heel when I want. But don’t be fooled by my first match, I’ve gotten my ass handed to me many times in the past by bigger AND smaller opponents. Little guys, I’ve found out, can pack quite the punch too.

Bard: Before I saw Mat Rookies, I was first attracted to your hot, hairy pecs from your pictures on the BG East website. But after watching your match, I have to say it’s a toss up between your powerful legs and that lovely mouth of yours that are at the top of my list. When it comes to your body, what part is your pride and joy?

Pumped for action!

Ben: Honestly, that’s a tough one. I used to be fairly out of shape in my younger years. I’m 27 and have only been working out regularly since I was 22. Back then I was a shapeless mass of flabby flesh. Thanks to hard work and good personal trainers, I finally have a bit of a shape to show off in wrestling gear! My pecs actually, if I have to name one part, are probably what I’m most proud of since they’re a fairly recent addition to my frame. I used to have a flat chest until I discovered the magic of a decline bench press. Within a few weeks I was bouncing my pecs proudly! The next challenge training-wise is to get bigger arms! I love arms on a guy and am dying to get mine growing even more than they have!

Bard: You’re clearly a long way down the path to pounding out a powerful, very sexy body! Who else at BG East would you like to pin to the mat with your lips? From the current roster of wrestlers, who would you like to dominate next?

Ben: Hmmmm…that would be a long, long list! Can’t I just have them line up and just try each one until I’m satisfied?

Bard: Absolutely! That sounds like golden concept for a BG East series! I certainly understand where you’re coming from. But if you had to choose where to start…?

Ben: Well, if I have to pick some guys from the current roster that I would gladly pin down and dominate with my lips…Kieran Dunne, Braden Charron, Darius, Eddie Rey, Patrick Donovan all make the short list among many, many others…next question! I’m getting horny [laughing].

Kieran Dunne is first on Ben’s list to pin with a lip lock.

Bard: You and me both! If you had to lose, and with the caliber of wrestlers at BG East that seems like it’s always a possibility for even the most experienced veterans, who wouldn’t you mind losing to? From the current roster or the from the classics, who would you pick to be the one to dominate you and what would they do with you once they’d beaten you?

Brad Rochelle can turn Ben into his
“little wrestling slave”

Ben: Given my limited experience, I’m sure a lot of the BG Boys will be having their way with me in future matches! But if I had to pick just one from current or classics, hands down it has to be the ever-gorgeous Brad Rochelle. That guy can dominate me any time any place! He can turn me into his little wrestling slave if he wants! I don’t care! Brad Rochelle….yummy.

Bard: Brad Rochelle is the right answer to just about any question, I think! Yummy, indeed! So, back to sexy little Alex Arias. He looked seriously pissed to be dominated by you, but once you locked your lips on him there at the end of taping, he seemed to finally, reluctantly, despite himself concede that he was yours. Were there any hard feelings off camera afterward? Anything else “hard” off camera that you’d be willing to talk about?

Ben: Nah! No hard feelings between us! Alex is a great guy as are all the BG Boys that I met down in Florida. There are no hard feelings after the matches because we know that we’re all part of the same little family and we’re doing these matches because we LOVE wrestling! As for other…hard things off camera. Well, we’ll leave that to the imagination of the viewers.

After some sweaty pain and suffering, there are no hard feelings.

Bard: My imagination is definitely up to that challenge! The boys at BG East seem to really pride themselves on recruiting the best and treating their wrestlers well. Would you recommend other aspiring wrestlers check them out?

Ben: Absolutely! After having fought for them in February I’ve come to one conclusion: when BG East calls you down for a match, you go. Period. Forget whatever hang-ups you have, you only live once! They are amazing, friendly, kind generous guys who go out of their way to make you feel at ease and welcome among their ranks. On top of that, you get to meet and fight with all kinds of hot guys you only ever dreamed of meeting!

Soaked in sweat, Ben looks stunning reveling in victory!

Bard: Well, you’re now officially in that cadre of hunks appearing in the personal fantasies of many a homoerotic wrestling fan! Your work on the mat against Alex Arias and your obvious enthusiasm for homoerotic wrestling are truly a delight! Anything else you’d like to say to neverland readers who were impressed with your Mat Rookies introduction to BG East fans?

Ben: Stay tuned for some more matches and feel free to let me know what you’d like to see in the future! I’m always happy to hear what fans have to say! Look me up on GF or GnG under the profile Namarian!