Category: Rusty Stevens

Crowning a New Champion

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Rusty Stevens capped off his meteoric rise in my wrestling fantasy rankings with the final segment of his battle with Aryx Quinn in Can-Am’s Arena 2. The plot of the match is described explicitly enough on the website, so I don’t think I’m giving too much away. Aryx finishes off Rusty with his “Kiss of Death,” knocking out the bigger man cold. He wakes Rusty up with his erect cock sliding between Rusty’s magnificent ass cheeks, and proceeds to force feed him orally and then plow him from behind.

No offense meant to Aryx, but he’s furniture to me as I watch this. My eyes are for Rusty alone. He’s simply gorgeous, with a body I just want to reach out and grab from every angle. The scene fades to Aryx on his back with Rusty sitting on his cock and power bottoming, facing Aryx’ feet. Rusty is fierce even with his opponent’s cock up his ass. The magic happens, though, when he skillfully spins around on Aryx’ cock to face his head. Still planted on top of him, Rusty leans forward, kisses Aryx’ neck, and then slaps on the same “Kiss of Death,” knocking Aryx out cold.
Rusty drives home the point that he didn’t take kindly to Aryx’ beginning the screw him while he was still unconscious by returning the favor. Rusty’s stunning ass is hypnotic as he pumps his helpless opponent into submission. Somehow, they finish everything off with respectful, mutual appreciation, eagerly suggesting that they’re both ready to face off and do it all over again.

It was the moment that Rusty spun around on his opponent’s cock in order to take charge from “the bottom,”… that’s the precise moment when Rusty ripped the crown from Mitch Colby’s head and claimed the title as my new favorite homoerotic wrestling pornboy. Rusty’s fierceness in transforming his humiliating defeat into a final reversal, all the while owning Aryx even with Aryx’ cock up his ass, earns him the undisputed title.
Mitch’s MySpace page recently suggested that he was hitting the gym for his next wrestling match. So while Mitch is now the #1 contender (step aside, Derek), I’m hoping that the competition will be heating up soon. Mitch managed a pretty rapid reversal of fortunes when Derek da Silva spanked his ass and claimed the crown for a couple of months last Autumn. I’m eager to see if Mitch kicks it into overdrive in order to kick Rusty’s ass to the curb, and back into second place.
The king is dead. Long live the king.

Stunning Salesmanship

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I’ve decided that I’m not particularly a fan of the serial wrestling match. Can-Am dribbles out 6 minute segments of some of their upcoming releases, sometimes leaving me frustrated a week or so at a time between clips. When it’s a match featuring the rising stock of 6’1″ beast, Rusty Stevens, the delayed gratification can seem cruel.
Speaking of cruel, though, I’m transfixed by the second movement in this symphony of pain, when Rusty recovers from some initial suffering to put his foot on the gas pedal and treat 5’9″ Aryx Quinn like a defenseless rag doll. Rusty is selling fierce better and better in each match I see him. He’s using the extra pounds of muscle mass he’s been packing on to string together absolutely relentless and impressive power moves, punctuated by some feral growling and snarling. He crushes Aryx in bearhugs that go on for days, keeping the smaller man off his feet convincingly. Rusty slams him repeatedly, spitting out his humiliating banter that assures Aryx that his ass is destined to be owned. But it’s Rusty and Aryx’ selling of repeated over-the-knee backbreakers that truly transports me.

I have always been in awe of the repeated OTK backbreaker, as one man drives his opponent’s back across his thigh, tortures him there for a while, then scoops him up again to start the cycle of devastation over and over again. The size differential between these two boys comes in handy, here, I’m certain. Rusty looks like he’s beating up on some cocky adolescent here, bending Aryx backward with convincing brutality. Rusty’s massive chest is flexed and stunning, and as he throws his battered boy to the ground, his taunting is savage and completely demoralizing.
I have to say, Rusty is mounting a stunning run in my imagination to overcome Mitch Colby as my favorite homoerotic wrestling pornboy. Depending on how Rusty polishes off Aryx, I think this could spell an upset in the rankings. As Mitch doesn’t have a current release out, he’s left watching this drama unfold, his fate entirely in Rusty’s hands (just like Aryx’ ass).
For those who still want to exercise their right to vote in choosing the boys who will do battle to join the secretarial pool in the fictional wrestling-obsessed world of the Producer’s Ring, I’ll be keeping voting (top margin to the right of this page) open for another day. So far, Nick Auger, Jared Prudoff, Kerry Degman, Rafael Verga, and Sean Sullivan appear to be poised to claim their spots in the upcoming elimination tournament. The remaining two spots look like they’re up for grabs.

A Stunning Upset

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There’s a shake up happening in the pecking order of my homoerotic wrestling favorites. Mitch Colby still has his championship belt around his waist, but shockingly, Derek da Silva has been toppled out of his #1 contender position.

Just to recap, Derek stunningly wrested the championship from Mitch’s hands last Fall when he posted on Twitter commending this blog. Since I’m the sole arbiter in this competition, Derek was playing to the judge. And that’s always a winning strategy. It doesn’t hurt that Derek is also a gorgeously tattooed, sweat-prone muscle stud into yoga and post-structuralism. Mitch was soundly defeated, and Derek was my #1 object of wrestling kink lustful worship.
Mitch’s Wrestler Spotlight tape, and in particular his smoking hot match with Patrick Donovan turned the tables. In a closely fought reversal of fortunes, Derek was demoted to #1 contender, as Mitch mounted his pedastal and pumped his double bicep in victory once more.
It seem that Derek was so focused up the ladder, that he failed to notice that he was in someone’s sights from below. Frankly, I’m a little astonished by this turn of events myself. Derek’s sadomasochistic delights wrapped up in such a hot package seem pretty unassailable by anyone who isn’t Mitch.
Derek’s been off the wrestling kink radar for too many months, though, and Rusty Stevens has climbed in the ring, walked up on Derek from behind, and suplexed his furry body to the canvas. It was Rusty’s playground banter with Aryx Quinn in Can-Am’s new release Arena series that lifted him so dramatically in the standings, I think. The moment he pumped his hips and mimed spanking Aryx ass, Derek should have recognized that he was a threat.
Derek’s tats continue to blow my mind, but the “lip prints” tattooed around Rusty’s crotch and ass reinforce the image of Rusty as both sexy and possessing a sense of humor. The massive GABRIEL tattooed across his upper back isn’t quite as stunning as Derek’s art, but it’s beautiful. It also demands that I guess that Rusty’s “real” name is Gabriel (or that his boyfriend’s name is Gabriel… for his sake, I hope it’s his own name, because getting your boyfriend’s name tattooed on you never ends well).
Winning the competition for #1 contender homoerotic wrestling pornboy of my heart isn’t necessarily always about “winning.” Frankly, Derek’s begging of Mitch to slap his balls harder in Crotch Crushers was a stunning powerbottom move that earned Derek major points for both the kink value and the impressive performance itself. To not only stay hard, but to be brought to ejaculation while your sweat soaked opponent tortures your balls is seriously twisted and outrageously hot.
But Rusty has a nasty side to him that makes me think that even pain-slut Derek couldn’t keep up. Whereas Derek had Mitch obeying his command to beat his balls, I’d have to imagine Rusty cruelly withholding the torture that Derek is so desperately hot to experience. Rusty would have Derek twisted into the pretzel that only a yogi could achieve, but he’d keep Derek begging until Derek was his bitch.
If you’re like me, you did not see this upset coming. I think Mitch had better be looking over his shoulder, because Rusty is looking hungry and fierce. Still, I’m not about to count out Derek entirely from the competition. In fact, I’m hoping this little upset lights a fire under that unbelievably round, poundable ass of his to get back in the ring with renewed focus. In the mean time, though, it’s Rusty knocking at the door, determined to ride his momentum all the way to the top.

Corporate Intrigue

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A discussion broke out several weeks ago on the BG East HQ group about Aryx Quinn’s appearance in a new Can-Am production. Was Aryx disloyal for working across companies? Is it all water under the bridge?

I just saw the opening clip of Can-Am’s newest pre-release with Aryx battling muscle god Rusty Stevens in Arena 2. As in Arena 1, Rusty pretty much destroys Aryx in the opening salvo of playground taunts. Rusty has a sharp wit, and when he displays for Aryx what it will look like when Rusty has him beaten to a pulp and getting fucked from behind, it’s pure poetry. Rusty swings his hips and mimes slapping Aryx ass like a rodeo rider. It’s hilarious, humiliating, and, frankly, hot.
There’s a bizarre cut in the middle of the taunting. Clearly the boys were getting some coaching about where to go with their trash talk. As the camera’s zoom in on each fighter, Rusty brings up BG East by name. Aryx, who’s simply not nearly as quick on his feet, awkwardly works in a slam on BG East. “I’m standing on the ruins of BG East!” he boasts. Rusty finally gets tired of trash talking circles around Aryx, and he growls and pumps his stunning body like a charging bull.
One of the most recent appearances Aryx made in BG East featured him humiliated at the hands of massive muscle boy Eddy Rey and the BG East boss himself, Kid Leopard. It makes a nice story to tell of Aryx getting run out of town by BG East and then showing up at Can-Am as if he’d wiped his hands of his former masters. Between you and me, Aryx isn’t one of my favorite fighters to follow. Rusty, on the other hand, is rising stock in my personal homoerotic wrestling pornboy competition in my mind. I’d pony up my credit card to own Rusty snapping and snarling at champion Mitch Colby, but frankly I’d prefer a BG East-style production here to a Can-Am piece.
I don’t know if the trash talk in Arena 2 is a serious attempt by Can-Am to take a dig at BG East. Like I said yesterday, I think they offer two distinctly different types of products, and Can-Am poaching Aryx does not blur the lines of the differing styles of the two companies. When I’m looking for some domination porn with a wrestling appetizer, I’ll probably keep turning to Can-Am. When I’m looking for some homoerotic wrestling kink with a porn chaser, I like BG East. At this point, I’m just keeping my fingers crossed for a Rusty/Mitch throw down in Boston…

Cockheads Revisited

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Last week I lingered for a while considering the place of the erection in homoerotic wrestling. I propose that different companies tell fundamentally different stories in the way they script the wrestling hard-on. Where BG East frequently tells the story of the erection as a signal in the midst of combat, communicating that the battle itself is a turn on, Can-Am, it seems to me, tells a distinctly different tale.

Actually, I think Can-Am typically has one of two stories to tell. One story is sexual lust deferred long enough to grapple a little before devolving into head on sex. Gear Play is a good example. Alex and Michel are hot, hot, hot for each other in the locker room. Rolling around a capturing one another in various gear is explicitly the story of foreplay (“gearplay”). From the title to the climax, this match up is heading one direction. This is a major plus for body worship (particularly of Alex… mmmm…). This isn’t really about the heat of the combat though. The erections are in the foreground, and the battle is really just background.
The other primary story Can-Am likes to tell is the victorious erection. Frequently, there’s a clear line drawn between the tussle and the hustle. Even naked combat is often limp, but as one hunk beats down his opponent and begins his total control, the scene changes to erotic ownership. Like in Can-Am’s most recent release, Arena 1, cocks are unleashed and engorged after victory is won. The erection is suddenly foregrounded starkly, and whatever domination is left to be had, it’s more about property than plot development. This is a stuff-it story: as soon as the hard-on arrives, it’s shoved into an orifice and the 70’s disco music starts playing (just in my mind).
That said, Can-Am occasionally throws some battlers on the mat who clearly get off on the battle itself. In Mat Muscle Mayhem 2 (someone enjoys alliteration almost as much as I do!), omnipresent Dino Phillips squeezes “German tourist” Rolf Heinrick’s head between his knees. Rolf may say “Nein!”, but the tent pole holding up his g-string is screaming, “Ja, ja, ja!”
Tattooed god, David Taylor, is a standout Can-Am performer for his marathon erection. From start to finish in his work in Wrestle Bait, David’s manhood is pressing at the seams (well, buttons, really), of his tear away trunks. The guy getting off on watching, Jobe, simply has to remark on David’s excitement from before the opening bell. An extremely trim Rusty Stevens seems undaunted by David’s throbbing cock. About halfway through the fight, Rusty starts slapping at David’s persistent pointer, and David seems genuinely winded by a couple of the startling blows. In the end, though, this is a stuff-it match. Erections are primarily to be shoved down throats and up rectums.
As I remember, Brody’s grab of bodybuilder Dolph’s member in Supermatch 13 may not actually have occurred prior to Dolph’s excitement. I’ll give them the benefit of the doubt, though, because I so enjoy this image of Dolph in shocked pain. He deserves it for that facial hair. I know opinions vary, but I for one enjoy a serious miss-match from time to time, such as massive slab of beef, Dolph, against sadistic twink Brody. These boys have to work to make it believable that Dolph wouldn’t simply crack Brody open and suck out the marrow for a mid-afternoon snack. A nicely oiled up cock-grab helps this this plot along.
I hate to conclude on a sour note, but I’d like to separate out my final comment/critique from the rest of the focus on Can-Am. A major turn off for me is when two hunks toss and grunt and squirm and squeeze, and then after a scene break, we find them across the room from one another jerking off. I assume it’s a function of hiring straight boys and marginally inhibited hunks, but watching two guys masturbate with their eyes closed, giving every appearance of struggling to ignore one another (while images of women-parts fill their heads), is a yawner for me. By no means is Can-Am the only company that plays this scene. But whenever I run across it, I consider part of my purchasing price a little wasted.

Words and Silences

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An online collaborator on a writing project recently mentioned to me that he doesn’t always “get” dialogue in wrestling. As for me, I’m always writing in taunting bravado, snarling verbal domination, or humiliating tirades. The dialogue makes it as much a head game as a battle of bodies, and both together are a bigger turn on for me than either one separately.

Similarly, I also recently replied to a reader’s comment by saying that the Enforcer’s epic beatdown on already beaten down Brad Rochelle in BG East’s Contract 4 left me desperately wanting to hear the big baddy say something. He’s creepily quiet as he tosses, slams, pries and pummels sweetly suffering Brad. Brad cries and whimpers, “why…?” as he’s twisted into astonishing angles, but the Enforcer’s silence is somehow even more dominating. He refuses to explain himself, to answer any question, to justify his devastating mugging. Still… if he just once whispered, “‘Cause I want to see you beg…” I’d have spontaneously exploded at the very instant.
Still again, I realize that the topic of dialogue came up in my review on Monday of Rock Hard Wrestling’s latest release. The first match between Cameron and Tommy is technically nice grappling. Two big, gorgeous bodies working up a sweat (perhaps enhanced, nevertheless), is art worth standing up and taking note of in my book. But they’re so eerily silent as they fight. It’s a little more like watching a chemistry experiment than the battle of two cocky studs both believing that they are fated to prevail. Words could tell me that this isn’t just about muscles and skill, but it’s also about balls (and cocks, for that matter), as two big boys play the game that boys have always played throughout time: whose is bigger; who’s badder; who will be the conqueror and who will be conquered.
The dialogue is one of the things that makes BG East’s new Fantasymen match debuting Lon Dumont such a turn on for me. Lon is barking at Eddy throughout the match, demanding that he flex for him. “I’ve seen that one!” he shouts when Eddy pumps out another double bicep in submission. Lon carries off cocky taunting convincingly, wrapping the physical action into a through-story based on Lon’s scene-opening challenge that he doesn’t give away poses of his hot body for free. Lon never accepts a whimpering submission from Eddy without snapping at him, “That’s not good enough!” and demanding a new, stunning flex of Eddy’s sweat-soaked, bulging body. Hell yes, that’s what I’m talking about!
One more example of what’s working for me: Can-Am is unfolding a new product called the Arena in their premium pay site, Can-Am Max,. It stars BG East bad boy, Aryx Quinn, new face Brian Bodine, and g—orgeous Rusty Stevens. After the first match up, Rusty has Brian beaten, fucked, and lying on his stomach in humiliation. Before Rusty can leave in undisputed victory, Aryx charges in, challenging Rusty to an East Coast vs. West Coast battle. They circle Brian’s beaten body, trading insults. Rusty is post-match naked and hard as a board, with that massive muscled bubblebutt bouncing with each stride. Aryx is in shiny gear and boots. Aryx says that if Rusty thinks Brian was competition, then perhaps he should walk across the street to the grade school to find more opponents he could beat up. Aryx is supposed to be the fast talking challenger, but Rusty has a very quick wit and sharp tongue that manages to best Aryx in the head-game of improv taunts, in my opinion. The constant circling of naked Brian, Rusty’s stunning, huge body aroused and on display, and the playground choreography of the taunt, the challenge, and the challenge accepted is by far the most erotic part of this match thus far (including the fuck scene).
I probably write too much dialogue in my wrestling fiction for some. The quotation marks probably serve as little more than a distraction to many fellow kinksters out there groaning to just get on with it, start the tussle, slam some bodies together. But for me, the taunts, tantrums, screams and submissions are absolutely delightful icing on the cake of hardbodies, sweat, and suffering. The talk tells the story of not just physical domination, but the domination of one man’s will over another. It’s about the ante up, the smack down, and the claim at the end of the day when one stud is helpless on his back and the other is reminding him, “I told you so.”

The Crushing Embrace

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In honor of this blog being listed on Bearhugger.net, I thought I’d pick out some of my favorite belly-to-bellies and reflect a little on the crushing embrace.

The hug as a device of torture is a sweet paradox. One man wrapping his arms around another man’s waist, in a different context, is about tenderness and affection. When those arms are cinched tight, with the recipient squeezed hard, the intimacy of the embrace turns from tender to tortuous.
The mainstream pros do it at least as often as the homoerotic pros. When the musclegod Lex Luger clamped tight a bearhug, employing that stunning musculature in concentrated focus on the small of his opponent’s back, it’s no wonder that we could see not only pain, but fear on the faces of his victims. To be lifted off your feet and crushed against the sweaty, muscled torso of Luger must have been a nightmare for many, and surely a dream come true for at least a few.
The homoerotic pros, though, make explicit what’s undeniably implicit in every wrestling bearhug: the bearhug is all about the interplay of sexual intimacy and sadistic domination. Classic Can-Amer Cliff Conlin was a master salesman. Watching the hairy-chested heel beating up on his opponents was always golden, but when some studly challenger like Dean Christian captured Cliff, lifted him off his feet, and squeezed him until he screamed, that was priceless.
When Brad Rochelle picked to pieces Jeff Phoenix in BG East’s Fantasymen 18, the final and decisive fall was a long series of one impressive bearhug after another. Brad hoisted his man off his feet, pinned him against his pelvis, and squeezed the breath out of him until he passed out. Total control. Total domination.
David Taylor’s repeated bearhugs on Rusty Stevens in Wrestle Bait are amazing, not only due to the ease with which David holds Rusty off his feet, but even more impressively the way that David remains hard as a board throughout. Rusty looks like he’s sitting on that gorgeous cock of David’s as it sticks out from between Rusty’s ass cheeks perched in David’s powerful embrace. Passionate suffering becomes passionate ecstasy, and the bearhug is the seamless border between the two.
And finally, I have to mention again the inspired pairing of Mitch Colby and Cole Cassidy in BG East’s Ringwars 15. Mitch’s beautiful body is flexed everywhichway as he drags Cole off his feet and lifts him high in his arms. The fantastic juxtaposition of Cole’s delicious suffering and Mitch’s cocky self-congratulations for his stunning domination makes my head spin. And what makes my head spin even more is reading Kid Leopard’s teaser that the next BG East catalog will include a Wrestler Spotlight tape featuring three matches with Mitch! Sweet mother of God, someone has heard my prayers!