[Note: The following post is addressed specifically to BG East classic, Scott Williams, in response to his comment specifying what blog topics he would, personally, find entertaining. If you are not Scott Williams, you may feel free to continue to read, but just know that this is really all about pleasing the man of my dreams!]
Headscissors done right!
Honestly, Scott, yours are the headscissors by which I judge all others. I love the way you milk them with waves of contracting muscle. It’s supposed to be a static hold, but you bear down ever tighter, shifting the angle, fine tuning the pressure. Other wrestlers try to make it look effortless, propped nonchalant on one elbow, smiling, pedestrian, pointedly not breaking a sweat. I grant you, that element of facile control can be super sexy, but then I think of that grimace of concentration on your face as you squeeze, light grunts of your effort punctuated by gasping agony of your prey. Every lovely muscle in your body is coiled, strung taut, actively crushing an opponent’s skull trapped between your relentless legs. Of course, I’m not telling you anything you didn’t already know, so let me turn my attention to surveying other “punishing quads” that epitomize both the brute force and the subtle artistry of sensationally sexy headscissors.
I have to confess, working on this has become a labor of love, and my list of killer quads to vet for you here just keeps growing. I’ve given up on attempting a definitive list in one post. Consider these 4 fine specimens as merely my first installment in paying you back for inspiring so much pleasure and so many homoerotic wrestling fantasies.
The first wrestler that sprang to my mind is Mitch Colby, and not just because I’m almost as big a fan of him as I am of you. Have you wrestled Mitch? I would imagine you and he would be well-matched in skill and temperament. Not only does he pretty invariably clamp on headscissors in almost every match, but he has this sensationally sexy way of locking on and then bearing down on them that reminds me a lot of you. He likes them super snug. He’ll often grab a fist full of hair and yank his opponent’s head as high as possible between this thighs for the extra pressure, and his pleasure. He’ll twist his hips to the side, really working it, crushing his opponent’s skull and cranking on his neck. When he’s firing on all cylinders, and he’s been squeezing a while, his eyes close. His face goes slack, and his head rolls backward. Now, I don’t know if he’s ever literally climaxed with some lucky fucker’s head crushed between his long, powerful thighs, but I feel pretty certain that’s what his face looks like when he cums.
Mitch demonstrates his favorite position on Patrick Donovan in his Wrestler Spotlight.Mitch springs the trap on squashed Christopher Bruce in Undagear 21.Mitch may or may not be orgasming as he punishes Bobby Horton in Backyard Brawls 5.Surely, he’s cumming as a tortures Tyrell Tomsen in Wet & Wild 3.
My next set of punishing legs for your consideration, Scott, belong to Logan Vaughn.
You’re the expert, of course, Scott, so tell me if I’m wrong when I say that the most punishing quads aren’t always the thickest. However, when I think scissors, I think of the thickest thighs I’ve ever seen on a wrestler: the lovely legs of Logan Vaughn. Logan’s sojourn with BGE was tragically short, but his work elsewhere had all ready caught my eye by the time I saw him in exploiting his gargantuan quads to perfection in Florida Fights 5. Have you seen that match, Scott? Holy fuck, it’s a leg lover’s dream match. Logan’s inner thighs are like a black hole, irresistibly sucking Trey Dixon in, over and over. There are a dozen or more scissor variations, and every one of them completely incapacitates lucky Trey. Logan’s head scissors are the sweetest for my tastes, though. Trey’s head looks like a golf ball, completely dwarfed between the sequoias swallowing him. Logan is one of those hunks who make scissors look effortless, but seriously, if he earnestly bore down on them, Trey’s skull would have surely cracked. There’s seamless, totally convincing worship that breaks out, only when Logan permits it. This match is on my most-played list, mostly for the 8th Modern Wonder of the World that is Logan’s superhuman legs and the absolute perfect use he puts them to.
Logan in repose as Trey is smothered.Trey grabs hold and prays he can survive.Standing, figure-4, face-to-crotch headscissors suspended from the turnbuckle (try saying that 3 times fast!)Trey trapped and tortured from every, fucking, single, angle!I love the lacing of his ankles, the flex of his toes, and the way Trey just holds on for dear life.
Correct me if I’m wrong, Scott, but I feel certain I’ve seen you trash talking with Kayden Keller on social media, alluding to having faced the hot, young heel in person. If so, you know better than I can imagine just how punishing Kayden’s quads are.
I have to include him in my list, however, because his legs make me swoon. Literally. Like, when I was fortunate enough to be able to conduct interviews at BG East a couple of years ago during a weekend of taping, I sat down with Kayden and commented on his stunning, sexy, strong thighs. And he flexed them, just smiling at me as I was instantly light-headed. I bravely attempted to continue the interview, but he just tugged his shorts up higher and flexed his quads some more, and I struggled to string together a coherent sentence. I’ve adoringly tracked his career over the years, from fierce heel pup to, now, the multi-award winning reigning Heel Champ of BG East. He’s grown up good, Scott! I don’t know when you may have faced him last, but I’d love to know if Kayden’s quads are as devastatingly powerful as they look, or as dizzingly sexy when they’re clamped across your skull like a vise.
Ollie Watts is all tied up with nowhere to go in Gazebo Grapplers 21.Kayden gives lovely little Luke Reel a tongue wagging in Ultra Heels 6.Kayden shows Leo Tomasi the best seat in the house in Ring Releases 3.Kayden’s thighs bring hunky Carter Alexander to his knees in his Wrestling Spotlight.
I’ve got a list of twice this many names, but in order not to sabotage myself, I’m going to give you just one more for today. It’s a wild card. I don’t know how you might feel about competition bodybuilders and fun-and-games frat wrestling, but I’d like to draw your attention to Thunder’s Arena’s Loki.
I feel like you might not track someone like Loki because he dabbles in wrestling, and you’re, clearly, serious as a heart attack. But hear me out. This muscle kid is absolutely draped in luxurious, thick, aesthetic muscle. And when he hits the mats, 9 times out of 10, he’s going to shove an opponent’s skull between those gargantuan, competition-ready quads. So, sure, he may not be really on the same scene, but you’ve got to admire him for his ready impulse to crack craniums with his quads. Often, his fratboy opponents can’t help themselves but grab hold (in awe, I’m certain). To his credit, he just lets them. If they try to pry him apart, he just holds them by the wrist, keeping them close enough to touch, but not break the hold. The flashing of his flexing quads as his opponents face’s go 2-dimensional is pure gold. Judging by the look of exquisite ecstasy as they’re crushed in the vise, I don’t think it takes a lot of effort from him to make opponents see stars.
Loki gives Blayne a show as he suffers in Bodybuilder Battles 123.I like how he adds a few extra ounces per square inch of pressure with his hand in Ringwars 94.Loki likes to watch his quads do their thing in Bodybuilder Battles 130.He really, really likes to watch in Vegas Battles 69.Standing at attention, flexed for days, in total control in Vegas Battles 73.
I’ll take a break now, because I’m a bit dehydrated, Scott. I hope this has given you a little entertainment and perhaps a little provocation. I’ll be back at a future date to explore the most punishing quads in wrestling some more, along with your other wish list item, some focused attention on Dirty Daddy!
When I decided to resurrect the blog here, I thought about what I enjoyed most about the exercise. I’m planning on leaning into the pleasure, in the interest of maintaining a healthy, long-term relationship with the task of putting my homoerotic wrestling thoughts into text. As a result, you can count on seeing more wrestling fiction, more guessing games, and, yes, I strongly suspect you’ll find me obsessing about hot news boys. One of the countless little value added elements to homoerotic wrestling for me is a hearty yank on an opponent’s trunks, and thus the tradition of Trunk Pull Tuesday.
I’d go so far as to suggest that trunk pulls were one of the first subtle elements in professional wrestling to ignite my homoerotic imagination. Ostensibly, a wrestler grabs his opponent’s trunks for leverage. With next to nothing else adorning the wrestling body, a wrestler uses the trunks as a handle to snap that snap mare, to drag him into motion in order to pound him that much harder with a fist, or a knee, or a clothesline.
Dax Carter tries to rip Scrappy McNair apart at the seams for Muscleboy Wrestling.
Of course, that’s not the only thing I saw, as a kid growing up watching hot bodied hunks wrestling on television. I saw alluring glimpses of skin and tan lines normally discretely covered by modest patches of fabric. There was a fleeting view of a little more ass cheek, a tantalizing flash of lower abdomen, implicitly drawing attention away from the wrestling text and toward the erotic subtext just beneath the surface.
Bruno the Beast is feeling what I’m feeling yanking on Steve Tanner’s for Muscleboy Wrestling.
It remains a particularly titillating element in homoerotic wrestling, as far as I’m concerned, when, wrestling for gay eyes, a grappler yanks on his opponent’s trunks. Even when it isn’t prelude to stripping gear off entirely, it automatically bridges the narrative of combat and the story of sexual arousal. There’s still a third layer of eroticism for me when I can tell the puller gets it, that he knows how sexy this is, that he is, like I am, turned on not just by the competition for falls, not just the pleasure of spoiling a ripped opponent’s modesty, but that he feels the gravitational pull of the whole thing drawing him, and his opponent, and his audience into an explicit story of sexual attraction with the turbo boost of wrestling for erotic position.
The driving momentum of all those homoerotic wrestling punches and headlocks and spladles and scissors is heading toward a story centered on what happens in the geography underneath the trunks. There are endless recipes involving various quantities of aggression, narcissism, brutality, contempt, competition, ego, and lust, but the trunk pull is a tried and true ingredient for turning up the erotic heat, at least for the gay wrestling fan, if not for the combatants themselves.
Mr. Joshua Goodman takes a break from tugging at his own in order to shred Christian Taylor’s in BGE’s Demolition 27.
Okay, I’ve banned myself from searching for more tasty trunk pulls. For now. Until next Tuesday. Keep yanking, wrestlers (and fans).
Jonny Firestorm executes a rare and humiliating trunk pull on giant muscleman Joe Robbins in BGE’s Ring Classics 1.
I recently bumped into Ash DeLeon on social media. Ash gave me one of my last interviews I posted before my hiatus from blogging, and he graciously agreed to a follow-up interview to inaugurate my comeback. The conversation ranged from gut punching to lip locks to which upperclassmen heels he’s ready to challenge.
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Bard: Thanks so much, Ash, for helping me reboot the blog with an interview!
Ash: It’s my pleasure! Glad to have you back. Missed your blogs about the underground gay wrestling world, man. You have no idea how much I thrived on those when I was just a fan of all the top wrestling companies.
Bard: So, I’ve been out of the loop for about a year and a half, with limited bandwidth to keep up with homoerotic wrestling, sadly. What have I missed?
Ash tenderizes Kenny Starr
Ash: I will say this, you missed out on quite a bit! In terms of my career in BG East, I guess the three biggest “achievements” went from wrestling in front of a live crowd in a match for Wrestling with Pride, to being called a “veteran” by BG East rookies in my most recent BG East shoot. Oh, and of course, the product I was featured in along with Kayden Keller, Nathan Sargent, and Rocky Sparks, that won best product of the year! BAM! I very much consider that my first win for the annual BG East awards. But I believe quite a few of my matches have come out since your hiatus. There have been a few particular matches that I think you may have enjoyed, including my Three-Way Thrash with Kayden Keller and Luke Reel, to my Gut Bash match with Kenny Starr, and to my latest match against Ethan Axel Andrew’s himself, in a fantasy-brought-to-life of the classic “wrestling coach versus his student” match. It’s been quite the year of growth for me.
Bard: Damn, you have been busy!
Ash: I have been! But in the best ways possible!
Saddling up on big pro Dimitri in Wrestling with Pride 2
Bard: Tell me about Wrestling with Pride 2. It sounds like that was your first match in front of an audience of fans. What was that like?
Ash: It was my first live match. So the story was that the gentleman who was supposed to wrestle Dimitri could not make it. It was kind of last minute, too. So in the scramble of trying to find someone to fill that card, the Boss asked me if I was willing to do it. I can’t even describe the amount of anxiety I got when he asked me but…. I did get a 101 pro lesson back when I wrestled for UCW. So I remembered the fundamentals of pro matches, like how to take bumps, safely do basic moves, etc. However, pull all of those out of the attic and apply them in a live audience?! Yeah, I was nervous as hell. But I worked with Jonny and Dimitri, and they gave me a crash course on how to develop a good show for a pro match. In the end, I was told it came out pretty good! I remembered everything they taught me, and was able to apply it to the match. To me, the match went smoothly, and the crowd seemed to enjoy it. Besides injuring myself, I thought I did decent enough to put on a good show. I will say, it’s hard to explain what it’s like when you have a crowd cheer your name to get up and keep fighting. It was like, the best kind of adrenaline injected into you, from pure energy from the crowd. It was awesome!
Outmuscled
Bard: It sounds thrilling! Were you injured bad?
Ash: I was! It was something I did to myself actually (laughing). So in the madness, I forgot to bring boots to the venue, so I had to go around and ask if anyone had spares, and the only guy who did was Tiko. Who had spare boots, but they had heels in them… so… At the end, when I was setting up the super kick and was stomping in the corner Shawn Michaels-style. The second stomp I did, I had a huge shockwave of pain fire up my leg, and I knew something went wrong (laughing). So that limping I did out of the ring? It was my leg more than anything else.
Bard: Damn, all of that Dimitri beef pounding down on you, and it’s footwear that really fucks you up? That’s unexpected!
Ash: (laughing) Ah, yes little Luke was a fiesty one. After Kayden had his fun with the boy, he wanted to present me with a “challenge.” Granted, when I first saw that Luke was the challenge, I didn’t take it seriously. I learned real quick that Kayden had tricks up his sleeve. The real challenge was getting handicapped so hard with the knee to my balls, then getting beat on by both Kayden and Luke! I’ll admit they beat me pretty bad. My abs were clearly the focus, but I knew what Kayden really wanted was for me to prove, then and there, that I could take what I can give. Boy, did they test my resolve! However, I think it was safe to say I impressed Kayden by the end of that one, and Luke clearly loved every second of my pay back. Now Kayden has essentially taken me under his wing to learn how to be a legendary heel on the BG East roster. Always been my desire, since I watched my favorite heels destroy BG East’s sexy jobbers!
Bard: Well, I sort of want a little naked Luke Reel to sit on my dashboard and wag his hot body at me on my long commutes. I’m fascinated by what it may mean to be “taken under Kayden’s wing.” Do heels foster heel-friendships? Like, do you wonder if Kayden, Mr. Top Heel himself, might string this “mentor” thing along, just to make sure he’s there to beat you back down if you rise too far?
Under Kayden’s wing
Ash: (laughing) Well, you can see how Kayden and I worked on the same beat when we were… well, beating on little Luke (laughing). Who knows? Maybe Kayden and I will become the new (maybe the first) destructive tag team of BG East. I am keeping on my toes with him. I know, as I keep learning the ways to heel, he will take me on in a brutal 1-on-1 match. And when that time comes, I’ll be ready. Who knows? The student could surpass the master at that point.
Bard: Well, I love the drama, so however it plays out, I’ll be looking forward to it. When you speculate that you might be the first destructive heel tag team of BG East, you do realize that Kid Leopard and Kid Vicious teamed up in one of the early Tag Team Torture series, don’t you? Because if you’re calling out KV and KL to a heel-off, I’m there with popcorn!
The Original Heel Tag Team
Ash: Damn, you caught me in my BG East history lesson! I’m going to be honest, I have always wanted to step onto the mats against either, or both of them! And however that plays out, I would be quite content. It would be such a raunchy and dirty battle! Just the way I like it! Wouldn’t that be a fight for the ages?
Bard: It’d be epic, my friend! Seriously, I need a front row seat to that match! You know I’m going to be reaching out to KV and KL and telling them that you’re calling them out, just to try to stir that pot to a rolling boil!
Ash: (laughing) Go ahead man! I have taken on plenty of sadistic dudes and bruisers in my career. I won’t back down at that chance, either!
Bard: Excellent. I never tap into my inner heel quite so fully as when I’m stirring up shit between other people. I expect to see you in a Kid Leopard kiss-of-death within moments of the quarantine being lifted! I’d like to return to a topic you and I have had a couple of times in the past, if you don’t mind. It seems like your first love is really gut punching. My first love is, honestly, homoerotic wrestling itself, which obviously overlaps with gut punching extensively. But is it the same kink, do you think? What do you see as the relationship between the two?
Ash: I never mind talking about my kinks! Especially in gut punching! I will start with saying, like most did, I had a certain “fascination” with watching the hunks on WWE when I was a wee lad. So back when I was a preteen, I always knew I had this…. special kind of lust for abs. It’s obviously my favorite muscle group on a man. But, my lust for it was much deeper. Even my 12-year-old self knew that. I knew that even before I accepted that I am gay. And my favorite expression I wanted to do onto a sixpack was punch it. I felt so odd, but the wonderful World Wide Web showed me that there are many others with the same interest. As I grew up, and I surfed the web, I found 3 specific videos that…peaked my interest. First, was a legendary video clip from Gutbash 5with KV and Steve Thomas. Second, a clip of that sexy Drake being gut punched in NRW. And third, Axel versus JR, in one of UCW’s first videos. I definitely don’t think they are the same kink though, although they have many similarities, but the energies of the heel and jobber versus puncher and punchee are similar, as well. The control in those dynamics definitely turns me on.
Bard: That makes total sense. I certainly find some solid punching in the context of a match to be provocative. I think I veer toward the other side of the coin, though, if I think about the difference between a punch to the abs and an abdominal claw. I think the claw turns me on more because the contact lingers. The application of pain lingers. The punch, even a series of punches, are like punctuation marks to me, but the story is in the intimacy of the wrestling holds.
Ash: I love how you compared the ab claw and a gut punch! I will say, I think there is a way to make the gut punching sequences quite erotic, at least, in my opinion. See, it’s all about the set up to the punch, that is, teasing the abs by slowly rubbing my fist against his abs, before the hit. Sometimes distract them with groping or even a lip lock before bringing that fist into the sweet spot! I will saw I will prefer a good ol’ ball claw over an ab claw (shocking I know).
Bard: I think I get that. It’s much more than the punch itself. The prelude, the rising tension, anticipation, whether they’re anticipating what actually comes or not. I don’t think I quite got that control and domination side of gut punching!
Ash: That’s exactly what I am talking about! I’m glad I helped shed light on the dynamics! At least on my end, I am sure not every gut punch enthusiast has the same ideology on the fetish, but I hope some do!
Ash: Now, I will say CBT and ball busting did grow, with a big thanks to BG East in that regard. Particularly, Ball Bash 2 with Jonny Firestorm and Reese Wells. God that was a hot match. But my attraction to ball busting is this: it’s the easiest method to get your opponent to bend to your will and make him crumble in your grasp. That’s why ball claws are one of my favorite “holds” in erotic wrestling. So as you fans may have seen from my match against Nathan Sargent, I am pretty good at ball bashing, too! Who knows, maybe I’ll be known for making a legendary ball bash match on the BG East catalog, too. I have already been told my Gut Bash against Kenny Starr was something to remember. That has also been one of my biggest BG East accomplishments, too! Along with giving Jonny Firestorm and Kid Vicious the biggest smile during a match I filmed, not too long ago, with me as the heel working over a jobber. I was so happy when I saw that… while staying in my heel character, of course (laughing).
Bard: Oh, fuck yes, Reese Wells was a revelation in Ball Bash 2! I don’t think I’d ever really thought of someone getting off on getting their balls bashed before watching little Reese’s cock so visibly rise to that occasion. Crotch Crushers 1 was a similar epiphany for me, with the added benefit of seeing Mitch Colby and Derek DaSilva so beautifully marry punishment and pleasure.
Ash: Yes, Derek Dasilva looked like a fun guy to beat on! Reese Wells has been a dream opponent of mine actually. I have quite a few of those.
Bard: You know, of course, what else I’d bet would make Kid Vicious smile during a match? It’d be you and Kayden taking some serious lessons from the masters!
Ash: I love that idea! You are thinking of Kayden and I taking on Kid Leopard and Kid Vicious?
Bard: Yep, that would be golden!
Ash: That would be a freaking treat! I bet Kayden would be more than down for that too! Even if it means we get beaten (laughing).
Bard: I offer to referee. And I’d be a totally corrupt ref, just so you know.
Ash: Oh, yeah? Something tells me you would be on their side then and get a few licks in.
Bard: I’d have an idea of how things should play out, but I’ll leave it at that. You’d have to see which side of the scales I’d have my thumb on. Anything more you can reveal about your recent heel match that made the veterans smile, without the need for a spoiler alert?
Ash: I’ll say this much. It was a match with a rookie on the roster that I brought in recently. He made a big splash at BG East already, but since he and I have already gotten acquainted prior to him joining BG East… let’s say it translated very well on film. Also I am hoping it wins best lip lock for the next annual awards, but I would say fans should expect it to be one of the most brutal, yet sensual matches I have done to date for BG East!
Bard: What a teaser! I love it. I’ll be waiting breathlessly for it to come out. You also bring up another topic I’d love to hear more from you about. Lip locks. What elements make for a perfect wrestling kiss?
Little Luke is sealed with a kiss.
Ash: I have to really think about this one because it seems so natural to me; and that might be the reason. I usually only do a lip lock when it is natural. My energy and my opponent’s energy has to be on the same level, or at least to some degree. I think the best match that has captured that from my releases so far has been in the Three-Way Thrash with both Luke and Kayden. There is a lot of power in a kiss, just as powerful as a gut punch or a ball claw; it’s just a different kind of power. I guess I would say it’s that double-edged sword effect. A good lip lock sucks the fighting energy between the two wrestlers, even if it’s for a moment. Until one of those wrestlers realizes it’s their time to either strike again, or turn the tables. There have been plenty of times where it has either worked in my favor, or allowed my opponent to get a chance to get me on my back. And honestly, regardless of the outcome of a lip lock, I can never get enough of them!
Bard: You’ve definitely convinced me that I need to get my hands on that three-way!
Ash: Glad I sold you on it! I have a feeling you will enjoy it.
Bard: Before I let you go, can you tell me what’s the sexiest thing a homoerotic wrestling fan can do with his time when the world is in quarantine from a global pandemic?
Ash: The sexiest thing a fan can do is support his favorite wrestlers/wrestling companies. Because like everyone else, we will not be able to film for some time. For example, I was actually set to film for BG East next week, but obviously that got cancelled. So supporting is sexy to me. Help keep the business you enjoy alive! I have been doing it, too!
Bard: Whatever the world looks like after we’re past the pandemic, I desperately hope there’s a vital homoerotic wrestling industry in it! I have a year’s worth of new releases to catch up on, so I’ll do my part. I hope everyone who reads this interview will renew their support by purchasing a new wrestling match to add to their collections, too. And now, more than ever, buy from the source. We’ve got to support our wrestlers and gay producers!
Ash: That’s was amazing, man, thank you so much. So happy to have you back on the scene!
It’s been about 16 months since I last posted, and I want to thank those of you who reached out to make sure I was doing okay. Indeed, I was fine, and am continuing to do fine. Circumstances of life overtook my best intentions to keep musing “aloud” with you here about our shared enjoyment of homoerotic wrestling.
Well, circumstances of life have once again overtaken me, and most of us, I’m sure. The demands of my work life have changed. Not exactly gone away, thank goodness. But changed. I’m following public health guidelines that keep me inside my home for all but essential trips out. While still employed, I suddenly no longer have the killer commute I did just a few weeks ago. Practically no social demands, which truth be told, isn’t so bad when you’re as introverted as I am. With so much time on my hands, you’d better believe I’ve been charging my engine watching homoerotic wrestling in unprecedented concentrations and quantities.
Scott Williams, Man-of-my-Dreams
I wasn’t exactly planning a comeback here on the blog, until I received a sweet shout out in the comments from man-of-my-dreams Scott Williams, checking in on me. Just like that, I was fully erect, with my homoerotic wrestling imagination aflame, and my thoughts turned back to the value added to my erotic musings that comes from sharing them here.
Historically, what swamps me with keeping up with the blog is my complete lack of self-restraint when I start diving down the rabbit hole of one wrestling infatuation or another. Seriously, I dare not ever actually clock the time I invest in composing posts and pouring through photos to accompany them, because I think the reality might make me rethink if this is a “healthy” obsession I have. But in the interests of enjoying the ride again, and hopefully enjoying it for some time to come before burning out, I will endeavor to keep posts brief. Relatively speaking. I mean, if you’re new to the blog, you’re already thinking this post has gone on too long, but if you’ve surfed around these pages, you know the over-the-top lengths I can go to in chasing that dragon.
So this announcement of my comeback is illustrated by scenes of some of my favorite homoerotic wrestling comebacks. I pray to the homoerotic wrestling gods that good fortune will shine upon me, and my efforts will be even a fraction as sexually satisfying, as the return to wrestling glory of these magnificent stars.
Joe Mazetti came back loaded for bear
There was a published gap of 6 years between the last time Joe Mazetti ripped an opponent limb from limb and when he showed up in 2015 to fuck over young buck Biff Farrell in The Comeback 2. Joe had one of the “worst” attitudes in wrestling in his storied career, but he was determined to turn over a new leaf and play it straight in his encore wrestling career. Fortunately for all of us (except Biff), Joe rediscovered his inner muscle heel, and the years did nothing but enable him to amass more mouthwatering muscle, the better to plow young Biff under. I always think of my truest self as a baby face waiting for my heel turn. Maybe this comeback of mine will see me take a brutally nasty turn to the dark side, with Joe as my patron saint.
Christopher Bruce’s comeback – not victorious, but glorious
Sometime around 2005, Christopher Bruce returned to BG East competition after a published hiatus of about 4 years. Sure, he got his ass handed to him HARD by the human buzzsaw of Cole Cassidy in Demolition 10, but what a gloriously magnificent ass it is! Yeah, he was exquisitely humiliated, but that was precisely what saved his seat in the pantheon of homoerotic wrestling gods in the first place. If global pandemics and renewed commutes and completely unreasonable work demands and my own lack of self-control make this comeback to blogging go down in flames, I hope it will be as erotically provocative and earnestly respectful of the sport and art and science that is homoerotic wrestling as Christopher Bruce’s spectacular defeat in his return to competition.
Brad Rochelle lays a kiss of death on The Boss!
Surely the most anticipated comeback in homoerotic wrestling history was the return of legendary babyface beauty Brad Rochelle. There was a desperate drought after Brad headlined the The Contract series through it’s ninth iteration, until he showed up 7 years later to bring the bitter work stoppage to and end in The Contract 10. And what an end it was, as management and labor renegotiated their perpetually contested terms to the satisfaction of BGE fans. The reversal of fortunes made for such perfect story telling. The puppeteer boss manhandled and humiliated the handsome hunk horrifically, until the gorgeous talent battled back from the brink with, of all things, a kiss of death, using the master’s tools against him. It’s a spectacular climax to a story of epic proportions, tying up loose ends, savoring character development. There’s sweet, jaw dropping revenge as the Boss himself is abased like never before, the ultimate heel brought low by the perpetual underdog.
Denouement
I can only hope my comeback is as successful at executing the long game as Brad Rochelle’s comeback was. Of course, how can I talk comebacks without extolling that of Shane McCall, or Brendan Byers, or Kieran Dunne, or… But no. I will not burn myself out just one post into my return to blogging. Thanks for reading and commenting.
I’m slow to get in motion to pour over the BG East Bestie nominations. It appears that the polls are still open, so vote today. Here’s the rundown of the first half of the ballot, with some visual aids to help you make your choices. Without diving too deep into my picks, let me just say that within this stellar field, the numerous nominations for Chase Addams, Kayden Keller, and Ace Aarons are richly deserved!
Nominees for Sexiest Match:
Calvin Haynes vs. Jay Locke (Wrestleshack 22)Kayden Keller vs. Luke Reel (Ultra Heels 6)Steve Mason vs. Mason Brooks (Backyard Brawls 10)Gold Shaft vs. Drake Marcos (Masked Mayhem 13)Ty Alexander vs. Brendan Byers (Ringwars 30)Calvin Haynes vs. Bruno LaBestia (Big ‘n’ Beefy 7)
Nominees for Best Mat Battle:
Kenny Starr vs. Luke Reel (The Great Outdoors 3)Chase Addams vs. Drake Marcos (Wrestler Spotlight: Chase Addams)Cole Cassidy vs. Billy Lodi (Catch Weight 9)Van Skyler vs. Ben Monaco (Wrestleshack 22)Ace Aarons vs. Nino Leone (Backyard Brawls 11)Ash DeLeon vs. Richie Douglas (It’s Rough for Refs)
Nominees for Best Ring Match:
Kid Karisma vs. Lane Hartley (Ringwars 30)Ace Aarons vs. Richie Douglas (It’s Rough for Refs)Kirk Donahue vs. Trevor Reed (Wrestling with Pride)Mitch Colby vs. Jobe Zander (Ringwars 29: Steeped in Sweat)Ty Alexander vs. Tony Rico (Wrestler Spotlight: Ty Alexander)
Nominees for Best Squash:
Kayden Keller vs. Luke Reel (Ultra Heels 6)Tony Rico vs. Buck “Wildcard” Carter (Big ‘n’ Beefy 7)Jonny Firestorm vs. Blaine Janus (Leopard’s Lair 6)Kenny Starr vs. Ash DeLeon (Gut Bash 14)Ace Aarons vs. Richie Douglas (It’s Rough for Refs)Guido Genatto vs. Kid Titan (Demolition 23)
Nominees for Best Submissions:
Gold Shaft vs. Drake Marcos (Masked Mayhem 13)Masked Menace vs. Red Hawk (Masked Mayhem 14)Kid Karisma vs. Lane Hartley Ringwars 30Chase Addams vs. Tiko (Wrestler Spotlight: Chase Addams)Mitch Colby vs. Jobe Zander (Ringwars 29: Steeped in Sweat)Chase Addams vs. Kirk Donahue (Florida Fights 7)
Nominees for Hottest Liplock:
Ty Alexander & Tony Rico (Wrestler Spotlight: Ty Alexander)Kayden Keller & Luke Reel (Ultra Heels 6)Kayden Keller & Steven Ponce (X-Fights 47)Ace Aarons vs. Ricky Roma (It’s Rough for Refs)Ace Aarons & Nino Leone (Backyard Brawls 11)Calvin Haynes & Bruno LaBestia (Big ‘n’ Beefy 7)
Nominees for Best Overall Match:
Ty Alexander vs. Jonny Firestorm (Wrestling with Pride)Kirk Donahue vs. Trevor Reed (Wrestling with Pride)Kid Karisma vs. Lane Hartley (Ringwars 30)Ace Aarons vs. Richie Douglas (It’s Rough for Refs)Kayden Keller vs. Luke Reel (Ultra Heels 6)Chase Addams vs. Kirk Donahue (Florida Fights 7)
As many of you have noted, my posts have been extremely sparse over the past several months. This is a result of a number of factors. I’ve been slammed at work, which has become a huge time suck. However, it’s not just that. I’ve also been examining my disenchantment with social media in general, as it has become more and more evident that decisively undemocratic forces have successfully manipulated social media to disenfranchise millions and cause harm in the real world. My contempt for social media has also grown as multiple platforms have campaigned against sexuality, sexual diversity, minority gender identity, and the human body in general (not to even mention eroticism). My ambivalence has caused me to drift away from most social media, and, as my blogging has become so entwined with social media, blogging as well. Frankly, I’m not sure what the future holds for my blogging or social media activity.
That said, I thought I’d send up a signal flare and just let concerned folks know that I’m still alive. I’ve had a few exceptionally well-deserved days off of work, and I’ve been deep sea diving into CMLL (Consejo Mudial de Lucha Libre) on Youtube. I have 3 current infatuations from this federation. While he’s not my top infatuation, I wanted to share some money shots of the most overtly eroticized wrestler I’ve been watching. He was unmasked in September of 2017, and has since continued wrestling, sin máscara, ever since.
On November 27 of 2017,Niebla Roja competed in a 6-man tag team match that you should watch here. Opponents are constantly intimidated by Niebla Roja’s insanely hot, ripped, fuckable physique. In the November 27th match, as in many matches, his opponent, Pierroth, just stops in the middle of the action, to slowly look up and down his mindblowing muscles, and, clearly intimidated, insist on flexing his own merely mortal muscles to try to convince himself and the audience that Niebla Roja isn’t simply 1,000 times more gorgeously built. For his part, Niebla Roja always enjoys that moment immensely, because it demands that he flex back in comparison, and there’s never any comparison.
In most of the matches I’ve watched thus far, Niebla Roja starts the match wearing a sleeveless shirt. When the shit gets real in the match, he rips off his shirt (sort of like turning your rally cap around), to the screeches of delight of the women in the audience. But in this November 27 match, Niebla Roja goes full on Magic Mike and rips off his tear-away skin tight white tights. Particularly poignant is the fact that he takes it all off as he squares off against Gran Guerrero, the same opponent who unmasked him just 2 months prior. The normally ecstatic reaction he elicits from the fans when he shows some skin turns full on rapturous.
He looks fucking incredible in tight, white trunks hugging his squarely muscled glutes. There’s a strong hit of Tommy Zenk, a la the banner to this blog, but more overtly and self-consciously sexual. To drive home the eroticism, essentially his first offensive maneuver after the strip tease is to leap up onto Gran Guerrero’s shoulders, and spin around, face-to-crotch, and fling himself backward, pulling off a headscissors takedown that sends his opponent skidding out of the ring.
This particular brand of lucha libre is holding my attention hard for a lot of reasons, not even close to the top reason being Niebla Roja’s stripper schtick. There’s an old school vibe that is hot as fuck about most of these matches. They usually come out slathered in buckets of baby oil. All of the matches are best 2 out of 3, so even though the pace is frantic and the holds typically brief, everybody has the opportunity to shine, and everybody takes their turn suffering. Most of the matches are 2 or 3 man tag team bouts, with inevitable boatloads of incredibly provocative double/triple-teaming. Everybody (E.V.E.R.Y.B.O.D.Y.) flies, usually over the ropes and outside of the ring. They’re fucking mean, heels and babyfaces alike. And with Niebla Roja as the exception since September of 2017, the masks are so fucking hot! Niebla Roja is merely in third place in my current roster of erotic lucha libre infatuations because I’d donate a kidney to see El Cuatrero and Oro Jr. in a best out of 3 falls rip and strip match until the loser gets fucked, all with their masks on.
It doesn’t hurt that for this November 27th match, Niebla Roja was just a couple days out from the Mr. CMLL bodybuilding competition that year, for which he was as ripped as fuck. The Mr. CMLL’s are also bingeworthy YouTubing. There’s something incredibly provocative about wrestlers, showing off their physiques in posing briefs and masks. The only thing that would make it more erotic for me would be to have the competitors break out into a full on, oil -oaked, pro tan-smeared, muscle bashing match, preferably with Cuatrero and Oro Jr. as the principals, as I’ve mentioned before.
Anyhow, all of that to say that I’m still fully engaged in appreciating the eroticism of wrestling. I continue to love the sport, the more erotic, the better. I enjoy the community of homoerotic wrestling fans, for the most part, though the bullshit guys get into on social media (see, there it is again) gets depressing, with tearing down wrestlers and fellow fans and reporting to platform Gestapo false complaints in order to get each other banned. Seriously, not only is that shit petty, it only serves to reinforce the Leave It to Beaver fantasy that social media platforms are trying to promote, that the world is antiseptic and vanilla, that naked bodies are shameful, and that erotic lust is, in and of itself, a disgrace. Quit that shit out, people. It’s so fucking discouraging to see us do it to ourselves.
I have every intention to post more here, but intentions are not actions, so we’ll have to wait and see. In the mean time, I’ll just be over here combing through the 30th or so lucha libre match that I’ve watched in the past few days. To those who have emailed and messaged asking about my welfare, thanks for your concern. To the wrestling hunk who I completely disappeared on mid-sentence in the middle of an interview online, I apologize profusely and will eagerly submit to being bent over your knee and spanked the next time I see you. To all of the wrestlers and producers who supplied such fantastic homoerotic content in 2018, thank you. If you don’t hear it from me enough, I hope you know that I, like most of your fans, profoundly appreciate your craft more than you’ll ever know.
My boss has been riding my ass hard lately, and not in a good way. When he told me that I needed to come in on New Year’s Day, I considered telling him to go fuck himself. But I have to admit, I do enjoy getting paid. I still hosted my annual New Year’s Eve party, but I kept a lid on my celebrating. Perhaps my self-restraint accounts for the relatively unusual lack of drama. All lips were consensually engaged at the stroke of midnight. There were enough sober drivers to get everyone safely home, or at least to a safe harbor to continue their champagne-fueled hook-ups. I set for myself a firm deadline of 2 am to crawl into bed, having calculated that I could squeeze in 5 hours of sleep and still have 30 minutes to spring through the shower and swipe a Pedialyte from the fridge for the commute back to the grindstone.
Paul’s holiday-themed striptease
Before climbing into bed, though, I circled the place to lock up and survey the damage. I noticed Paul curled up in the dog bed, snoring loudly. I couldn’t imagine how the studpuppy had failed to bag a bedwarmer for the night. I’d seen half a dozen guys enthralled by Paul’s Auld Lang Syne striptease, and I’d seen him in a heavy groping session with the Rhodes twins, but at the end of the night, there he was, shirtless, pants on, curled into the fetal position in Satan’s bed in the living room. I put a throw blanket over him and gave him a little peck on the cheek, but decided to let sleeping dogs lie, as they say.
I also glanced into the guest room and confirmed that Dan was sleeping soundly. The minor flare of drama for the night had been when he’d found his date with his tongue up Reese’s ass not 30 minutes after sucking face with Dan to ring in 2019. There had been a light scuffle as Dan dragged them both off the guest bed where he’d found them. But Reese beat a hasty retreat with Dan’s toy boy in tow, and Dan passed out in a sulk, stretched across bed.
Satan barked at me bitterly as I silenced the alarm clock 5 hours later. I dragged my ass out of bed like a good worker bee, but I noticed bitterly that Satan just curled up in the body heat I left behind. The shower never quite warmed up. I was in a foul mood as I pulled on the least dirty clothes from the laundry bin with one eye on the clock. I was at full speed as I came around the corner and into the kitchen to grab my liquid breakfast. But I was stopped in my tracks by the sight of Paul, buck naked, staring into my open fridge motionless. That ass. Fu-u-uck.
“Grab me a Pedialyte, buddy. I’ve got to jet to work,” I said, eye-fucking that beautiful ass in front of me.
Paul stepped back from the fridge and closed it, without grabbing my breakfast. Slowly, he turned around, his morning wood bobbing and swaying heavily. With blond bedhead and sleep in his heavily lidded eyes, he grinned at me, noticing my inability to refrain from glancing at his delicious cock. He slid his right hand down his lower abs and gave himself a suddenly rough tug, making his cockhead swell visibly.
“I’ve got your protein shake right here, baby,” he nodded, his thick accent making the cheesy line somehow compelling.
My cock pulsed uncomfortably inside my briefs. “Fuck, if only I had the time, Paul,” I said, working hard to keep my voice casual.
He stepped forward and put his left arm around the back of my neck, pulling me firmly forward as he poked my crotch with his veiny shaft. I could feel my resolve dissolving, until he leaned forward and locked his lips with mine “Jesus, Paul! I spat, pulling away involuntarily. “Brush your teeth, dude, you taste like ass.”
“So you’re saying you’d like to taste my ass,” he chuckled. His spell broken, I sidestepped past him, grabbed my drink from the fridge and tousled his disheveled blond mop. “I’d prefer your ass to your breath right now, buddy,” I said, keeping myself in motion toward the front door to stay out of his gravitational pull.
“Maybe when you come home from work,” he said half-heartedly.
“Darling, I’ve seen your Grindr profile,” I chuckled, grabbing my coat from the front closet. “I won’t hold my breath that you’ll still be here waiting for someone to taste your ass in 8 hours. But if you’re planning on sticking around, put the dishes in the dishwasher and straighten up for me.”
“Did anyone else stay over,” he asked, nonchalantly. As I turned to glance back, he combed his fingers through his hair and then held his hands at the back of his head, flexing in abdominal muscles and making his cock bob up and down, wagging at me.
Paul’s version of “coy”
“I think Dan is still here,” I told him. “But give him some space,” I warned, holding his gaze seriously. “He had a rough night, and I suspect he won’t be in a playful mood this morning.”
He grinned to one side and winked at me. Slowly stroking the palms of his hands down his sides and resting them on the shelf of his bubble butt, he stuck out his lower lip in a faux pout. “Not in a playful mood,” he mused. “I literally have no idea what those words mean in the same sentence.”
I closed the door behind me offering a silent prayer that Paul wouldn’t be too much of a dick to Dan. And that he’d still be there when I got done with work.
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I stare at a computer screen for work. My hands do shit on a keyboard. That’s about the sum total of my productivity, for which I get paid pretty handsomely. When I woke my Mac up at the office, I noticed that I’d left the nanny cam window open. The cam was a Christmas present I bought myself to see what shit Satan gets up to when I’m not around. In the week I’ve owned it, Satan has done almost nothing else but sleep on camera. But he has me wrapped around his little paw, so even that makes the investment in the nanny cam seem worth it. The cam sits on a bookshelf in my living room. I’ve got a view of the living room and part of the kitchen.
Just as I was about to close the window, Paul came strolling in from the living room, now in briefs. He sucked down a yogurt without a spoon, and then stretched out on my couch, checking his phone for the soonest possible Grindr hook-up, I was certain. Fuck, he’s so pretty. My crotch pulsed uncomfortably, making me look around the office to see if anyone else was noticing. Of course, there were about 3 people in the entire suite, each of us more bitter than the next to be forced to be there, so no one was giving a shit about me. I decided to leave the nanny cam window up while I started working.
About 20 minutes later, Paul shifting position on the couch caught my eye. I don’t have sound on my nanny cam, but I could see he was talking to someone off camera with that perpetual flirt face of his.
After a few seconds, Dan stepped in front of the camera, giving me nothing but a close up view of the middle of his thickly muscled back. That was enough to make my cock spring to life again. The workout fanatic is a muscled god. I’ve seen him shirtless out at the clubs, but as he stepped forward, I got my first look at his bodybuilder glutes in nothing but briefs. I gasped out loud, quickly scanning the office suite again to make sure no one noticed. Fuck, he has a perfect physique! I instantly knew that the chances of Paul restraining himself from making a play were zero.
Paul’s mouth was still moving as Dan slowly strolled past him toward the kitchen. Whatever European-spiced pick-up line Paul was trying out, Dan wasn’t giving him the time of day. From my camera angle, I could see Dan as he turned to the side and opened the fridge. The side view of his granite ass, pendulous bulge, and tree trunk thighs made my mouth water.
I admit that I consciously weighed the moral dilemma of watching my overnight lodgers without their knowledge. Is that creepy? Probably. I considered closing the window on my computer. But my hand on the mouse refused to obey. I thought it might be fun to give them a call and just let them know that I could see them. I’m sure Paul would have done something salacious, because he’s never met a camera he doesn’t want to make love to. I was still weighing the moral arguments against the pounding pressure in my crotch, when Dan came padding back into the living room.
He looked pissed. Paul sat up straighter on the couch, perhaps sensing that whatever he’d just said may have crossed a line. Dan pointed a finger at the blond beauty angrily. I’m not lip reader, but I’m 100% positive the last word he said was “wanker.” Every magnificent inch of the black bodybuilder communicated physical threat, but Paul was climbing off the couch and walking toward him seductively, anyway. Dan swatted his hands away as Paul reached toward his mountainous pecs. “Back off, Paul,” I muttered under my breath. Of course, Paul leaned in even closer, putting his hands around Dan’s tiny waist and resting them on his massive slabs of muscled ass.
Dan planted one hand across the middle of Paul’s chest and shoved him so hard it literally lifted the blond provocateur of his feet. Paul fell backward onto the couch, clearly laughing with glee. Dan stomped across the room out of camera view.
I tried to get back to work. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Paul sitting cross-legged on the couch with his phone out again. A couple of seconds later, my phone buzzed.
Dan says hell eat m ass if u wont cum do it.
Nice try, pretty boy, I thought. I texted back,
Tell him 2 go ahead wout me. Theres plenty of ur ass for both of us.
I saw Paul laugh out loud when he read my text. I had every intention of returning my attention to my work when I noticed him lean back on the couch and slide his left hand down the front of his briefs. He single-handed texted like a champ.
He says 3way now. If ur hom in 15 min, hell let you pick position.
Paul’s left hand moved faster inside his trunks as he watched his screen for my reply.
I took a deep breath, hating my boss, before I texted back.
Im tied up here 4 at least 7 hours. I just hope theres dinner left for me.
The word “fuck,” clearly formed on his pouty lips as he threw the phone to the couch in frustration. After a few seconds, he looked like he raised his voice to say something loudly. He waited for a reply. I don’t know if he heard one, but after a few seconds, he appeared to shout down the hallway a second time, an impish grin forming on his face as he waited for a reply again.
I had to actually work before I was seriously busted. I couldn’t bring myself to close the cam window, but I minimized it. Bitterly, I let my mind focus on work, trying to ward away intrusive thoughts of Dan and Paul’s bodies.
I managed to hold out for 10 minutes before I pulled up the nanny cam window again. Just as I did, I saw Dan shove Paul backward into my living room wall so hard that the dry wall cracked. Oh, fuck. So much for a damage-free New Year.
Paul was still laughing, but a wave of shocked pain washed across his face. Two things grabbed my attention. For one, both hunks were still just wearing briefs. I had been sure that Dan had been going to get dressed and leave after shooting down Paul’s play, but there he was, his divine body still barely clad in designer briefs. The other thing I noticed was Paul’s erection tenting the front of his briefs. Even with a mountain of muscle bearing down on him, the blond pretty boy was ready to fuck. Who was I kidding? Especially with a mountain of muscle bearing down on him, he was ready to fuck.
Dan grabbed Paul by the throat with both hands and pulled him out of the drywall. He clearly wasn’t choking him for real, but a rare look of serious concern washed over the blond bombshell’s face as Dan pulled him close, staring eye-to-eye and shouting furiously. Suddenly, Dan hooked his right arm between Paul’s legs and scooped him up high across his massive chest. He held him there, longer than I was expecting. He still looked angry, but triumphantly so. Finally, he slammed Paul to his back on my couch.
I’m sure it didn’t hurt, but by the look of Paul’s jaw dropping open soundlessly, I guessed he had the air knocked out him. Dan turned and looked around the room. Just when I thought he was going to walk away, he shoved the coffee table and my armchairs to the walls. He turned back to the couch and grabbed Paul by the hair, prying his back off the couch. Paul was slow to get to this feet, but dangling from his follicles kept him in motion. Once on his feet, he seemed to sag into Dan’s gargantuan arms. Out of reflex, Dan caught him in his embrace, holding him up. Paul laced his fingers together around the back of Dan’s neck as if hanging there. But he wasn’t hanging. He was just squaring himself up for a vicious knee lift into Dan’s big, bulging balls.
I couldn’t see Dan’s face, but his back went rigid, even as his knees buckled underneath him. The muscleman fell to his knees, clutching his balls. His forehead leaned into Paul’s lower abdomen, leaving the blond’s big erection staring him in the face. With his hands still entwined behind Dan’s neck, Paul pulled the big man’s face into his crotch, thrusting his hips forward and face fucking him with his tongue hanging out.
This was getting pretty serious. I was trying to decide how to intervene when Paul violently shoved Dan’s head backward. The gasping bodybuilder dropped to his back like falling timber. Paul dropped to his knees across his chest in a schoolboy pin. With his knees next to Dan’s face, he pulled on the back of his head, shoving Dan’s gaping mouth into his crotch.
I’m sure I should have felt concern for Dan, but the look on Paul’s face was consuming. He looked like he could cum at any moment, with one hand burying Dan’s face in his crotch as he pumped out a peaked bicep with his other arm.
Dan was clearly gathering his wits about him, starting to shift underneath his opponent to dislodge him. Instead, Paul rolled to his side, pulling Dan’s head with him, trapped between his flexing thighs. Dan’s face was completely buried. Paul rolled to his back and did stomach crunches, leering down victoriously at muscleman at his mercy.
Dan slowly pulled his knees underneath him. Still struggling with is face trapped between Paul’s thighs, he lunged forward, rolling Paul’s hips off the floor. The look of victory on Paul’s face gave way to concentration as he pulled with both hands at the back of his opponent’s head to hold him in place. Incredibly, Dan muscled up to one foot, and then the other, still folded over and trapped tightly in the face-to-crotch headscissors. His superhuman glutes flexed as he slowly rose, pulling Paul’s shoulders off the floor. Honest fear made Paul’s eyes widen with surprise. Muscling Paul’s back a couple feet off the floor, Dan abruptly reversed momentum, dropping to his knees and pounding his opponent’s back to the floor.
Paul’s knees popped open as he back arched in pain off of the floor. Dan sat back on his heels, his hands on his hips, gasping. His right hand rubbed gingerly at his strained neck muscles. They both seemed to move in slow motion, assessing the damage and marshalling their reserves.
Dan seemed to rally first. He grabbed the pretty boy by the ankles and climbed to his feet. Abruptly, he drove his knees into Paul’s quivering hamstrings. I didn’t need any sound to know that the scream coming from Paul’s gaping mouth was shrill. Shockingly, Dan dove forward, smashing his forehead into Paul’s vulnerable crotch. Paul was wracked with full-body spasms, his hands clutching his crotch.
I couldn’t help but notice that Dan was stroking a nipple with one hand and throttling his crotch with his other as he watched Paul writhe beneath him. This probably wasn’t the way Paul had pictured this seduction playing out, but fair play, Dan was clearly enjoying himself. If there was any remaining doubt, it was dispelled when Dan stroked Paul’s right hamstring with his fingertips before kneading the blond boy’s beautiful butt cheek hungrily.
I started feeling more self-conscious about spying on them when it looked like things were turning more amorous than aggressive. I would regret the missed opportunity to top Paul off myself, but I wouldn’t begrudge either of them some New Year’s pleasure in each other. But while I could always argue that I needed to monitor a fight breaking out in my own home, it was significantly less defensible to secretly watch them get down to fucking each other.
With my cursor hovering over the button to close the window, I paused just in time to see Dan grab Paul by the hair again and drag him to his knees. Paul was breathing heavily, a bitter grimace on his face. Dan squatted low, wrapping his big arms around Paul’s waist and lunging up to his feet, scooping his opponent up into a brutal bearhug. Off his feet, Paul’s knees pressed into his captor’s hips. Dan slowly turned a tight circle in the middle of my living room, alternately showing off Paul’s gorgeous ass, and then his own powerfully flexing glutes. Dan shook him violently from side to side, making the muscle boy go limp in his arms. The black bodybuilder spread his legs wide and hoisted his prey high, his stunning muscles straining with the crushing power.
Paul’s head rolled backward, his eyes wide in shocked pain. He sagged in Dan’s arms, his head lolling forward and his chin resting across the top of the bodybuilder’s massive trapezius. Fuck, Dan’s arms were gargantuan, his veins roping thickly across the surface of them. Paul looked defeated to me. His legs dropped limply, his toes just barely touching the floor. With his tortured back to the camera, I could see the growing sweat stain spreading up his briefs stretched across his crack. It didn’t make any sense to me when I noticed Dan’s eyes suddenly widen and blink in surprise. His mouth gaped open wide in pain, but it wasn’t until he stumbled to the side that I could see it wasn’t precisely pain. Paul was nibbling at his right earlobe, his tongue sliding around his ear. Of course, leave it to Paul to discover that the demigod’s Achilles heel was getting his ear tongue fucked!
Dan’s bearhug loosened, and Paul settled flatly on his feet. The offensive hold turned into a passionate embrace. The champion button-pusher, Paul made the mountain of muscle in front of him melt. Passionately, Dan disentangled his arms to grab Paul by the face and plunge his tongue into his mouth. Fuck, I was so jealous. I’m still not sure who I was more jealous of, but my face was flushed deep red with the desire to be either part of the scene.
Again, I felt like I should probably give the boys their privacy, but just as I was about to do it, Paul wrapped his arms around Dan’s torso, locked his hands together in the middle of the bodybuilder’s bulging back, and locked on a bearhug of his own. Initially, the aggressive move elicited a playful grin from the black muscle hunk. Objectively speaking, Paul is nowhere nearly as powerfully muscled. But he’s a beefy little beast in his own right, and he’s got plenty of muscle to put a hurt into a fiercely competitive bearhug. The fading grin on Dan’s face, replaced with pain-gritted teeth, bore evidence to the fact that the blond pretty boy was making him suffer. There was a taste of retribution in seeing Paul dominate him in just the same fashion as he was punished moments early. He turned in a slow circle, giving me a 360 degree view of Dan’s divine physique being tortured. And then I saw it coming a half a second before it actually happened… Paul charged forward, driving Dan’s back into the same busted drywall. Fuck, my wall.
Paul took a step back and, no shit, Dan’s huge shoulders were buried a half inch into the surface of the wall. He came stumbling forward, pain twisting across his face. Like the boss I had no idea that he was, Paul hooked his right arm between Dan’s huge thighs and hoisted the bodybuilder off his feet and across his chest. He turned just enough for me to enjoy the sight of his fingertips clawing into the bodybuilder’s massive glutes. Big Dan looked a whole lot less domineering suspended horizontally across his opponent’s chest and completely at his mercy. Even more so when Paul dropped to one knee, drilling his other knee violently into the bodybuilder’s spine and suspending him in an over-the-knee backbreaker.
I’m sure I muttered some sacrilegious profanity out loud, but a quick scan of the office suite suggested no one noticed. When I looked back at the screen, I was disappointed that I couldn’t see Dan’s face, but the camera was positioned perfectly to capture Paul’s hand fishing inside of the bodybuilder’s sweaty briefs and pulling out a massive handful of spectacular cock and balls. Dan’s hips bucked in panic, but the captured beast suddenly went rigidly still when his opponent clawed and twisted at his genitals. The impish grin returned to Paul’s pretty face as he toyed with the slab of beef spread out before him. With one hand he alternately throttled and then stroked the massive shaft in his grasp, while with the other hand he lovingly stroked the bodybuilder’s big pecs and pinched his nipples. The blond beauty licked his pouty lips hungrily. As did I.
Eventually, both of Paul’s hands were working the magnificent rod in his grasp. His upper lip curled in a sneer as he throttled his opponent hard and lifted, prying at Dan’s cock and balls viciously. The bodybuilder must have had his hands on the floor beneath his head, because he arched high, his lower back lifting off of his opponent’s knee. Paul mouth dropped open wide, silently mouthing what looked like climactic ecstasy at his complete control of the helpless muscle hunk in his grasp.
Smoothly, Paul climbed to his feet and let go of his hold at the same time, letting Dan’s back drop hard to the floor. The impact look like it did almost as much damage as the OTK, by the way he arched and instantly shoved a protective hand to his lower back. Dan was in no position to resist when Paul ripped his briefs off down his legs. I, on the other hand, was in perfect position to enjoy the sight of Paul bending over and stepping out of his own briefs, releasing his thickly veined erection. He stepped over his opponent, straddling the bodybuilder and flexing a double bicep pose down at him. I couldn’t see his mouth, but he was obviously monologuing. Knowing Paul, he was promising every bit of carnal pleasure as he was dishing out corporal punishment. I didn’t really need to hear. I could see Dan’s mammoth member twitching in excited reply.
For some reason, Paul stopped posing and looked around. “What the fuck, Paul,” I muttered out loud. To my sheer contempt, he suddenly dropped his naked ass back onto my couch, picked up his phone, and started talking. That mother fucker was taking a call in the middle of the hottest rip and strip wrestling foreplay I’d ever seen (and trust me, I’ve seen a lot)!
After about 30 seconds, I absent-mindedly did some paid work on the other side of my computer screen. Of course I fucked it up repeatedly, because I kept checking the nanny cam. Dan was pulling his shit together, rolling first to his side, and then up to his hands and knees, clutching protectively at his crotch. Paul seemed not to notice, speaking animatedly into his mobile as if he didn’t have anything better to do.
After a couple of minutes, Dan pulled himself upright on his knees, stretching out his superhuman muscles and repeatedly checking his balls for damage. Paul finally appeared to notice and cut short his call and stand up. They were both still sporting raging erections. There was a pregnant pause as they stared at each other, and, yet again, I couldn’t tell if they were about to resume fighting or start fucking.
Dan’s right hand darted out and swept Paul’s left ankle. Paul dropped to his ass in a controlled fall, but the charging bodybuilder was on top of him. Dan grabbed hold of his wrist and spun on top of him, falling to his back with Paul’s left arm locked up tight and totally extended between his naked thighs. Paul’s hips lifted off the floor uselessly as he squirmed for some position to save his vulnerable right arm. There was no such position. It was a gorgeous armbar, made that much more so by the bodybuilder’s beautiful erection stretching up his abdomen next to Paul’s trapped forearm. I’m sure Paul screamed, and I suspect it was the screams that made Dan smile outright. It was the first full on smile I’d seen on his face since midnight last night. He grabbed his opponent’s fingers and bent them backward at a sickening angle. Paul’s legs kicked and flailed, and he tapped frantically at his captor’s tree trunk thighs in submission.
Moments later, Dan mounted him in a schoolboy pin, his shoulders square to my nanny cam, giving me an unobstructed view of him dick-whipping the pretty boy’s face. It was Dan’s turn to flex, and holy hell, it was a magnificent show. His peaked biceps glistened down at his prey. Even with the relatively poor resolution of the nanny cam, I could see the striations across his pecs as he pumped out a most muscular pose. He was talking to him, with less a look of anger and more one of supreme confidence, self-congratulations maybe. He made his pecs bounce and his cock bob up and down across Paul’s chin without even touching himself.
After a couple of minutes, Dan rose to his feet and strolled off to the kitchen. I could see him pull a bottle of water out of the fridge and chug the entire thing. I had a fleeting thought that I ought to get back to work, but I drove it from my mind. Fuck work. Fuck the boss for making me miss this performance happening in my own goddamn living room. Fuck my life.
By the time Dan returned to the living room, Paul was seated on the floor, his back against the front of the couch, massaging his left arm. Dan offered him a bottle of water, but when Paul reached for it, the bodybuilder pulled it away. Slowly, he turned the bottle of water upside down over his own head. Water cascaded down his spectacular muscles. More words were soundlessly spoken, but the message was clear. Paul knelt before him and began licking the moisture off his glistening muscles. His tongue lapped up his huge thighs. He flicked the tip of his tongue at the bodybuilder’s balls and lapped briefly at the swollen head of his cock, but his tongue continued its journey up the long shaft, across the expanse of his lower abdomen, traversing the deep crevices of his 8-pack abs. Rising to his feet, Paul’s tongue licked the expanse of the bodybuilder’s pecs, briefly nibbling at his hard nipples. Upward, his tongue continued, across his collar bone, up his neck, between his lips.
They made out. I don’t how long. It was just fucking beautiful. Dan’s eyes rolled into the back of his head as Paul’s kisses returned to his right earlobe. The blond muscle boy slid behind the demigod, tongue fucking his ear and reaching around, beneath his arms, to massage his gorgeous, thick pecs. Dan was stroking himself, slowly at first, then harder. Paul’s hands slid down to Dan’s hips, holding him tightly as slid his cock up and down between the bodybuilder’s hugely muscled glutes. Dan’s cock was huge, glistening and primed. By the glazed look in Paul’s eyes, he could clearly cum at any second with his jackhammer squeezed tightly between those slabs of perfect muscle.
Abruptly, Dan let go of his cock. It swung like a pendulum. His ripped abs heaved and contracted with deep, powerful breaths. Inexplicably, it looked like Paul had stopped all of the sudden as well. He kept one hand wrapped around Dan’s waist, but reached out with his other hand to pick up his phone from the couch.
His phone!? Holy fuck, if he interrupted this to take another goddman phone call I promised myself I’d go over there and powerfuck him myself until he forgot how to use that goddamn phone! JesusFuckingChrist what the fuck are you doing, you spectacular idiot!?
My phone buzzed on the desk where I’d set it down. It was Paul’s number. What the fuck? Befuddled, I waited so long that it nearly went to voicemail. With a sudden burst of panic that I might miss the call, I answered.
“So how are we doing so far, Bard?”
Wait. “Um. What?”
“Have we given you enough reason to come home yet, baby?”
As I stared at the screen, Paul winked directly into the nanny cam.
Dan grabbed the phone. “Give it here,” I could hear him say from a distance before he put the phone to his mouth. “Get your sweet ass back here,” he snarled, his accent somehow making it sound posh.
Paul took the phone again. “Look, as soon as I beat this bad boy into submission,” he said, landing a loud, cranking spank to Dan’s right ass cheek, “I’m going to need you here to give me a real challenge.”
“What the fuck?!” Dan snarled, spinning around and scooping him back up into a dominating bearhug again. “I’m going to tie you down and make you watch me pin our host to the floor with my cock up his ass.”
I could hear the air come rushing out of Paul’s lungs as he was bounced up and down in the bearhug. “Come home… soon,” Paul croaked, half chuckling, half choking, before dropping the phone to the floor.
I called my boss to explain that I had a raging case of food poisoning and had no choice but to go home. Yes, I assured him. I should be fine to come in to work tomorrow. But, I’d let him know if it looked like this thing might go into extra innings.
The Battle to Be the Best Heel could not have turned out more competitively and suspenseful! Brooklyn Bodywrecker and Kid Leopard traded the lead in voting at least a dozen times. Every time I checked the poll, momentum had swung a different direction. BBW opened up some distance relatively early on, and I thought KL was about to be buried under all that hairy, horny muscle like all of the rest. But holy fuck, do NOT count the Boss out prematurely! It’s been two days of heavy voting, though, and I’m calling it as of this moment. With not quite 51% of the vote, there’s just one vicious son of a bitch left standing. Check out David’s blow by blow in the comments, but in the end, his version of the match equivalent of voting did not end up the way the voting did. Because nobody, but NOBODY pulls off a gut check homoerotic badass heel beatdown like The Boss, Kid Leopard.
Maybe someone can write a new blow by blow of the match equivalent of this balls out slug fest. As for me, I picture them 45-minutes into this non-stop battle, gear ripped to shreds and discarded. Both sadistic masters are soaked in sweat, exhausted, and fully erect. BBW has been exploiting his weight advantage, and he now has KL torture racked, doing laps in the ring as he wrings KL’s neck with one hand and crushes his balls with the other. KL’s big, beautiful cock is bobbing back and forth. As has happened so many times in this match, BBW locks down a finisher that’s turned every other opponent into a sniveling, begging, bitch boy ready to pledge allegiance to their new master, but KL refuses to submit, despite his dire straights. Minutes of ripping at him, slowly circling, BBW keeps growling and barking, demanding the submission, growing frustrated that his opponent just won’t acknowledge the truth that he’s helplessly conquered. BBW’s beefy legs quiver, and he suddenly stumbles over his own feet, abruptly dropping to his knees as KL rolls off of his back. BBW pounds the mat furiously, enraged, with growing self-doubt. KL writhes behind him, struggling to pull his gasping face off the mat. His gorgeous, smooth body is marked all over with angry bruises and rope burns. Just as he pulls himself up to his hands and knees, BBW is standing next to him, driving a vile place kick into his ribs that lifts KL off the mat and sends him sprawling to this back. BBW is snarling and spitting, promising to take the title, to take KL’s magnificent dancer’s ass, to take possession of his will, and to take over the homoerotic wrestling empire KL has built.
It was that last bit the make’s KL’s eyes widen, his nostrils flare, and his arm jut out and sweep BBW’s leg out from underneath him just as he’s about to drive another place kick into his opponent’s ribs. Exhausted, BBW lands hard, flat on his back. Slowly, but faster than his opponent can counter, KL slides in between BBW’s spread-eagled hairy legs. Snapping his legs around one leg and prying BBW’s other leg open wide with this shoulder, KL spladles his rival violently. BBW reaches his hands down toward his quivering inner thighs with shock on his face. “No, no, no,” he begs, a moment before KL rabbit punches him in the balls. “Let’s see how those balls of steel hold up now,” KL snarls like the villain he is. Fists rain down. Elbow strikes dig deep into BBW’s swollen testicles. At first, there’s a masochistic grin stretched across his face as he savors the ball abuse, his jackhammer swelling that much harder, stretching magnificently over his hairy lower abdomen. But as the onslaught wears on, BBW’s grin is interrupted by twangs of suffering, as even his notoriously high pain threshold is approached and then exceeded. KL throttles his sac. He twists and pries it away from BBW’s body. He crushes it in one hand, and as BBW starts groaning in pain, KL begins sliding his other hand slowly up and down BBW’s throbbing shaft. BBW’ hips rise off the mat as he approaches orgasm. His eyes roll into the back of his head as his neck arches and his mouth gapes. KL’s hand slows precipitously, eliciting a gasp of desperation from his quarry. “Oh, fuck, no,” BBW mutters. KL cranks on his shaft harder and faster again, turning his opponent’s protests into purrs. A few second later, as BBW’s lower back is arched high, his cock pulsing in anticipation, KL lets go entirely and slaps the straining, captured cock dismissively. “Fuck,” BBW mewls, reaching down to put himself over. KL swats his hands away from his cock, refusing to permit him to satisfy himself. “Who’s your fucking daddy now,” KL asks, slowly wrapping the fingers of one hand around BBW’s cock again and flicking its head with his thumb. “Who’s your daddy, punk,” KL demands, his hand perfectly still but at the ready. “Please,” BBW mutters. “Please,” he whispers. “Who’s your daddy, punk,” KL barks at him, shaking his cock violently once.
“You are, you are,” BBW whispers, self-loathing in his face. “Say it for all the boys to know, once and for all,” KL barks, slowly starting to massage his cock again. “Who is it? Who’s your daddy, punk?” BBW swallows hard, his eyes closed, his glutes flexed and his lower back arching off the mat. “It’s Kid Leopard,” BBW gasps, his voice spiking an octave. “Kid Leopard is my daddy!”
… or at least that’s how I see it. Congratulations to BBW on an incredible run, but all hail the king, the heel in charge, The Boss himself, Kid Leopard. The Best Heel.
Woah. I haven’t seen Cage Thunder manhandled so completely since Mitch Colby stripped him naked and smothered him in his massive pecs. Brooklyn Bodywrecker rolled right over him, and I think David sums up the defeat perfectly with his description of Cage Thunder battered unconscious, hung in a tree of woe, and taken advantage of in his helplessness.
Again, I ask, is there anyone who can knock BBW’s muscle ass off the throne? There are plenty more heels in the business, but we’ve nearly cleared that top shelf of sadistic masters who I think could pose a serious challenge. The only heel left who I can think of who is vile enough to put BBW in his place is heel daddy himself, the magnificent hunk who basically invented the homoerotic heel, Kid Leopard.
On the left, sitting pretty and smirking, muscle heel daddy Brooklyn Bodywrecker (5’9″, 190 lbs) vs. on the right, the prototype, the Boss himself, Kid Leopard (5’8″, 160 lbs).
Brooklyn Bodywrecker
Kid Leopard
This is an epic showdown, so consider carefully. Vote wisely, and comment below how you see this clash of legends coming to it’s historic climax.
I thought Kid Vicious was going to dethrone Brooklyn Bodywrecker, when he jumped out to an early lead in the voting. But BBW started to slowly pull away, and KV just wasn’t able to reel him back in. I don’t weigh in so forcefully most days, but I have to say that I voted full heartedly for KV, and I have a searing image of him pounding the fuck out of BBW’s back in an OTK, and working his cock and balls with both hands and his mouth until he’s drained him dry. Since submission by emission isn’t spelled out in the rules, however, I suppose I can forgive KV for prematurely celebrating the victory, dumping BBW off his knee and backing into a corner to demand BBW service his monster cock in return. BBW plays along with the misunderstanding, climbing out to stand on the ring apron and wrap his arms around KV from behind, violently throttling his Louisville slugger, before he suddenly snaps on a sleeper and rag dolls KV until he’s knocked out cold.
The ranks of heels who could seriously challenge Brooklyn Bodywrecker are shrinking. One challenge he hasn’t faced yet is the diabolical mystery of a notoriously nasty heel in a mask. I’m pulling out the signed photo of Cage Thunder I possess and kissing his crotch for good luck as he climbs into the ring and lowers the boom on the reigning champ.
Ash: I was! It was something I did to myself actually (laughing). So in the madness, I forgot to bring boots to the venue, so I had to go around and ask if anyone had spares, and the only guy who did was 
Ash: (laughing) Ah, yes little Luke was a fiesty one. After Kayden had his fun with the boy, he wanted to present me with a “challenge.” Granted, when I first saw that Luke was the challenge, I didn’t take it seriously. I learned real quick that Kayden had tricks up his sleeve. The real challenge was getting handicapped so hard with the knee to my balls, then getting beat on by both Kayden and Luke! I’ll admit they beat me pretty bad. My abs were clearly the focus, but I knew what Kayden really wanted was for me to prove, then and there, that I could take what I can give. Boy, did they test my resolve! However, I think it was safe to say I impressed Kayden by the end of that one, and Luke clearly loved every second of my pay back. Now Kayden has essentially taken me under his wing to learn how to be a legendary heel on the BG East roster. Always been my desire, since I watched my favorite heels destroy BG East’s sexy jobbers!
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