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Dark Chemistry

December 10, 2014 wrestlebard4 Comments

Some challenges should not be taken up lightly. For example, making a contribution to BG East’s Dark Knights series strikes me as a huge undertaking with so many nuanced and necessary moving parts that it’s little wonder that they go years at a time between producing new ones. Finding the particular constellation of wrestlers with certain erotic fantasies and personalities to embody them, along with hot bodies and a readiness to go all-in on the psychoerotic content of sexual domination and wrestling has got to be a rare gem to unearth.

Ty Alexander and Goren Ford make a bid to inhabit the Dark Knights series.

Frankly, I wasn’t certain whether BG East had the recipe quite right when I sat down with Dark Knights 12. For one thing, lovely, lickable Ty Alexander seemed like a possible miscast. The sweet jobber has been owned by every eager pair of hands to grab hold of that bodacious butt of his so far in his outings with BG East. I’ve noted from the beginning that the fashion-forward stud clearly has a wrestling arsenal to be reckoned with, despite his ultimate defeats, but still, I’ve had this sneaking suspicion all along that Ty may get off on getting owned. Having him star as the stubborn, competitive prize that must be conquered and bent to the will of a new master could have been a short trip. A full-fledged jobber who’s demonstrated conclusively his arousal at being dominated by prior opponents might not make a compelling conquest for a Dark Knight.

Happily, I was wrong about babyface Ty. The kid is most definitely not made of sugar and spice and everything nice, and with a baritone bruiser never seen on camera before showing up and promising to tag and bag him, Ty’s response is fucking brilliant. He sorts the rookie daddy-wannabe out right quick, squeezing the fight out of Goren Ford with those smooth, powerful legs. “You think you’re pretty tough, eh boy?” Goren grunts locked up nice and tight. “I can handle you,” he promises ironically looking stuck-but-good in Ty’s confident clutches.

Ty8 — Ty’s answer to an opponent who “talks to much.”

“You talk too much,” Ty smirks, rolling his would-be conquerer to his back in a schoolboy pin and slapping on a full-throttle kiss. He suddenly covers Goren’s mouth and nose with his hand, threatening to smother the handsome rookie out early, using his free hand to squeeze and stroke Goren’s gorgeous, meaty pecs. Nope, Ty is not a pushover, and if a ripped rookie like Goren anticipated that would be the case, he’s sorely mistaken.

Ty2 — Goren looks hungry as he ties Ty into knots.

Casting a raw rook as potential Dark Knight daddy also worried me initially. Selling this story requires a ton of sell, not just of physical domination, but deep, raging hard lust to take ownership of another man, body and soul. There are certainly BG East stars fully qualified to take me down that path without a second glance, . The bench of tried and true heels with proven track records for delighting in crushing, humiliating, and reveling in the spoils of victory is deep, any one of which could easily show the capacity and motivation for this role. A rookie must not only tell this complex story of physical and psychological domination, but he’s also introducing himself to us. He’s conveying the tolerances and temptations of his commitment to wrestle. He’s demonstrating his tactical prowess and convincing us of his ample strength and stamina. He has to sell us on him, and then sell us on him as hard-as-granite for bending a boy’s body in order to break his will and make him his bitch. As instantly infatuated with Goren’s look as I was, I was skeptical.

Ty4 — Hottest pair of asses to appear in the same match!? Quite possibly…

Then again, never mind! Holy fuck, Goren looks like he owns the place! Or, perhaps more to the point, he owns mouthwatering Ty with a decisiveness and delight that leaves me with the feeling that I’ve been lusting after this handsome hunk (and that outrageously phenomenal ass!!!) for years. Like a truly dominating daddy, Goren doesn’t raise his voice. Even when he’s letting the kid get riding time, his sexy-as-fuck deep baritone coos and croons, demonstrating over and over that the worst that Ty can do (and obviously, it’s seriously bad), is nothing that a hot hunk like Goren is worried about in the least. Stunningly, the hunk simply tosses Ty off of him like an errant piece of lint. With total command, he mounts Ty’s face, treating the boy to an intimate encounter with those glutes Ty has been pawing at eagerly, and lets the kid squirm and writhe in a panic.

ty9 — Goren sternly trains Ty in precisely how he likes it.

So sure, I had my doubts before pushing play, but I am totally sold as this Greek tragedy plays out all over Ty’s gorgeous body. Bit by bit, Goren wears him down, wears him out. Fuck, he just plain wears him like a hot banana hammock that makes daddy feel that extra bit of sexy at the end of the day. He’s just too much muscle and raging crush-lust for cherubic Ty to resist for long, and once Ty’s battered into defenselessness, Goren goes to town turning the kid into his personal sex toy.

Ty5 — Goren had better never see that angelic little white thong on his boy ever again!

Defenselessness, however, is not the end game in a Dark Knights match. It’s not that Ty is beaten into an inability to keep fighting. It’s not that he’s sleepered out cold, or physically dominated into submission. The end game is psychological submission, the handing over of not just Ty’s body, but his will to his aspiring daddy. And delightfully, Ty doesn’t give it up willingly. That sly, shit-eating grin that grows on the boy’s face whenever he’s about to defy his would-be conquerer is priceless. My friends, in this daddy-boy performance art, Ty is a naughty, naughty boy. And as fun as it is to watch Ty grow petulant, it absolutely works me into a lather to watch Goren grin right back at him, relishing the challenge of (often literally) slapping the kid back down.

Ty6 — Ty can’t remember if this was his idea or daddy’s.

The chemistry between these two is explosive. I mean, literally, the explosions that happen here are way messy and making me bitter that the DVD doesn’t come with the ability to smell the body fluids coating the mat and both beautiful bodies. As infatuated as I was from the start with Goren’s phenomenal ass, I’m simply stunned by his incredible cock. If BG East decides to launch a Best Cock category in the year-end fan poll, Goren Ford is at the top of my ballot. I can’t imagine that being forced to provide full service to that magnificent member is exactly an onerous task for beautiful Ty, but Ty’s pleasure is regularly punctuated by the harsh discipline that his new daddy metes out in expertly measured doses. He’s training his boy sternly, demonstrating that once conquered, Ty’s pleasure and pain are entirely within the purview of daddy Goren. And for the record, daddy Goren likes to taunt, but there’s something incredibly moving about watching the look of satisfaction on his face as he watches Ty obey daddy’s command to jerk himself off. Chemistry. Fucking incredible chemistry.

ty10 — A match made in Dark Knights heaven. What a team!

Dark Knights 12 is visually stunning, incredibly compelling psychodrama with two outstanding combatants who sell this erotic fantasy with an enthusiasm that convinces me that there’s a lot more here than just putting out for the camera. There will remain a bitter, unfilled hole in my life as long as I don’t see these two show up in a daddy & boy tag team ring match. And I’m saying here and now my money is on the Ford-Alexander team. Please, oh please wrestling gods, hear my prayer!

Baby Oil & a Big Night

December 6, 2014 wrestlebard1 Comment

I hope I get to celebrate Cameron Matthews birthday every year, because this year, for his birthday, he sent me a present. Knowing full well of my infatuation with Lon Dumont, Cameron dropped me a sneak preview of Lon’s first ever oil wrestling match, and asked, in exchange, if he could use some of my words about the match to help promote it on his website. Pretty much everything after he said “Lon oil wrestling” was mostly just noisy static in my ears, but nevertheless, I did spend some delightfully intimate time appreciating Lon and his opponent, rocking Charlie Panther, wrestling in baby oil. I agreed to let Cameron use whatever part of my write up he found useful to help promote the sales of the match. You can, and should, check out his website to see which part of the following he decided to use…

lon — Hot, hard muscles always look better with a slowly, deeply applied coat of baby oil!

“Smells good, feels good,” Lon murmurs rubbing his ripped, smooth bodybuilder physique all over with baby oil. Looks fucking amazing, too, I’d like to add. Dressed in just a towel after stepping out of the steam room, the wrestler-turned bodybuilder (and back again) treats his phenomenal anatomy with the love and admiration it so well deserves. That’s right, fans of glistening, hardbodied muscle hunks, pull out your own bottles of baby oil and prepare to lather up, because there’s nothing quite so provocative as a competition bodybuilder in stunning condition luxuriating in applying a deep, thick coat of baby oil.

Well, perhaps one thing more provocative is a second hardbodied wrestler with an expansive ego and a sudden, jealous need for skin care that only a bottle of baby oil can provide. Charlie Panther steps out of the sauna and asks Lon to share. Teasingly, Lon rubs some oil into Charlie’s bulging right pec. “I like the way you get deep into the crevices,” Charlies groans, his eyes fluttering under Lon’s touch. Lon concedes to thoroughly apply a fresh coat to Charlie’s right arm as well. But no more, Lon insists. He’s got way too many mouthwatering muscles of his own to lubricate. “And I’ve got big night planned for this baby oil,” Lon discloses with a wink.

“If you don’t share that baby oil with me now, those big plans you have are going to change!” Charlie demands, grabbing for Lon’s cylinder and chasing the taunting bodybuilder into the nearby ring. Suddenly, Lon nestles the bottle against his crotch and squeezes, squirting Charlie in the face. “Sometimes that happens to me,” the bodybuilder smirks, “I get a little too excited and it comes out early.”

lon4 — Lon strokes his cylinder hard before exploding all over Charlie’s pecs.

The towels comes off to reveal beautiful speedos suctioned to the phenomenal asses of these two seasoned wrestlers. Quickly, playground shoving turns into full contact combat to subdue and take possession of the coveted bottle of lubricant. But despite long resumes of pro wrestling experience, there’s nothing quite like trying to apply a hold to a powerful body slathered in oil. They swarm all over each other, quickly slipping and crashing to the mat, sliding and slithering across each other’s struggling bodies to figure out how secure a hold and, even more difficult, maintain it.

lon2 — Charlie grabs hold of the bodybuilder and shows off that glistening, phenomenal physique.

When Charlie manages to nearly choke his selfish opponent out entirely, he grabs the bottle, strokes it furiously pressed against his crotch and explodes all over his opponent who’s just beginning to clear his head. “Oh yeah, all over your back,” the black hunk groans ecstatically, rubbing the fresh coat of lubricant into Lon’s muscles. But a seasoned heel like Lon is almost never too dazed to know precisely how to suck the momentum out of a rising opponent by delivering a swift, hard strike to his balls.

Lon3 — Oil wrestling requires a whole lot of intimacy!

The balance of power in this battle of the bottle of baby oil teeters back and forth, and both determined hunks unquestionably enjoy the feel of well-lubricated, intimate combat. They steal secret strokes of their own and each other’s glistening muscles. As they both insinuate that the bottle is a proxy for their own ample endowments, it can hardly be described as “innuendo” that coming out on top is on both of their minds. Blown holds sabotaged by too little friction keep the coveted cylinder passed back and forth as every inch of skin and modest fabric is entirely and liberally dripping with oil. But there’s just one shiny, muscled hunk who manages to put his competition out for good in order to stroll from the ring with baby oil in hand, promising to dedicate his abundantly lubricated “big night” to his vanquished foe.

lon5 — Lon two-fists the muscled appendage between his thighs.

Deeply provocative, relentlessly tempting and taunting, lubricated muscles and raging egos make this gorgeous oil wrestling match sensationally sexy. I highly recommend you take a long shower, relax in the sauna a while, and then pull out your own supply of lubricant as you settle in to enjoy this new release from the sizzling hot mind of the most prolific personality in homoerotic wrestler, Cameron Matthews!

lon6 — Excitedly, Charlie tugs at Lon’s oil soaked trunks, giving just a glimpse of those muscled glutes.

Grasping at Straws

November 28, 2014November 28, 2014 wrestlebard1 Comment

In case you didn’t catch it, my reigning homoerotic wrestler of the month, Drake Marcos, crawled out of the shame spiral he’s been in for the past month in order to try to articulate how, after all that taunting and trash talk, he ended up with his trunks stuffed in his mouth and a certain blogger snapping photographic proof of his humiliation in the ring (not that we didn’t already have copious evidence of Drake’s humiliation in the ring). It’s adorkable. I honestly didn’t realize that my infatuation with Mason Brooks’ nipples was what apparently seeded Drake’s antipathy toward me during our 3-way interview nearly a year ago. Seriously, how could I not be infatuated with Mason’s nipples? And it’s not as if I have some finite supply of infatuation and fandom to ration out. I can marvel at Drake’s magnificent suffering as a sensational jobber and, simultaneously, go dizzy with delight at Mason’s hot pecs and total mastery of an outmatched opponent.

We’ve been left in suspense to hear the end (or at least “part 2”) of Drake’s attempt to rationalize away his blogger beat down. Considering it was almost 11 months between his last post and this one, perhaps we shouldn’t hold our collective breaths. And what, honestly, can a stud say to defend himself when he was photographed entirely defenseless and defeated? The end of “part 1” of Drake’s tap dance around the cold hard facts suggests that, as is so often the case with dissociative disorder, he is coping with his shame by glancing sideways at his split-personalitied alternate self. Whatever you need to do to sleep at night, Drake. Whatever you need to do. As we wait, I’ve collected a few choice moments from Drake’s wrestling history to share as evidence that the handsome hunk sells sublime suffering just about the best of anyone I can think of in the business today. I’d suggest the Cheshire Cat simply own it rather than run from what he does so, so well: suffer. Check out Kayden Keller’s Facebook feed for more piling on, pointing out that nobody agonizes helplessly quite as provocatively as Drake Marcos.

drake11 — Jonny Firestorm makes Drake weep as he drags the jobber up by his roots in Custom Combat.

drake9 — Drake wails as Skrapper nearly rips his head off in Wet & Wild 7.

drake4 — LJL rubs Drake’s face in it in X-Fights 38.

drake13 — Ty Alexander gives Drake the best seat in the house in Babyface Brawl X.

drake12 — Mason Brooks treated Drake to the best seat in the house in Passion & Punishment.

drakeout — But I had the best seat in the house (perched atop the turnbuckle at BG East South) about a month ago.

Yes, Sir!

November 26, 2014 wrestlebard1 Comment

I’ve been way out of commission for a while now, but I see that BG East is already uploading preview pics for their next catalog. So I’m thinking I’d better say what I need to say about #105, because once #106 goes live I’ll be totally infatuated and distracted by the newest shiny thing to catch my eye (and I can already tell that will include Richie Douglas and Ray Naylor). But there are a couple more matches that I simply must commend to your attention, if somehow you’ve managed to miss them.

Kid Karisma doesn’t have to tell Zion Brown twice.

There are several products at BG East that don’t turn into series of their own. I thought Military Muscle was one of those, considering the long absence of rock hard, massively armed forces battling for world domination in a might-makes-right genre (damn, that sounds like a natural for homoerotic wrestling!). But apparently ripped rookie Zion Brown showed up on BG East’s doorstep shortly after completing his tour of duty and struggling to figure out how to capitalize on that stunningly trained physique that military service gave him, and there was nowhere to go but Military Muscle 2. I don’t know what branch of service Zion survived, but he certainly embraced the whole chain-of-command, because when my reigning favorite homoerotic wrestler comes in barking like a drill sergeant and spitting out orders, you can see the switch flip in Zion’s head. The stunningly built fighting machine practically falls over himself in a knee jerk impulse to obey a superior officer. Kid Karisma pushes every basic training button, and Zion follows orders with a passion. And speaking of passion, when Kid K orders the stud to remove his superior’s vest, damn it all if Zion isn’t clearly intoxicated by the mass of carved muscle and dominating, domineering attitude demanding to be serviced. The rook leans in close, smelling Kid K’s neck, letting his fingers linger on the gorgeous heel’s tiny, ripped waist and massive, meaty pecs. It’s about time an opponent acknowledged what I’ve been saying for years: Kid Karisma is one stunningly sexy slice of homoerotic wrestling heaven!

Kid Karisma tags and bags rookie Zion long before he every lays a finger on him. The mind games are delightful to witness, taking what Uncle Sam has molded into obedient putty and transforming a magnificently muscled hunk into a sadist’s plaything (which is pretty much my impression of military service in general). If you cannot get rocked by a one-sided squash, steer clear, because this is not a narrative built on suspenseful anticipation of who will end up on top. However, MM2 tells a sweetly, sweaty, provocative story of a physical and mental test of endurance, as earnestly eager Zion struggles to prove that he can take the brutal, intimate demands of competing in the BG East ring. It’s an “I can take everything you can dish out” challenge, and those of us who follow Kid K closely know that this red-headed powerhouse can dish out boatloads. Kid K has convinced him that Zion must prove himself to Kid K, he must demonstrate he’s tough enough, strong enough, and passionate enough to deliver what BG East fans hunger for. It isn’t precisely that Zion doesn’t put up a fight, but the drama here is the internal battle Zion fights to endure the brutal torture that his sneering, muscle clad initiator delivers.

Does Kid Karisma actually possess the actual authority to grant the rookie this rite of passage into the ranks of BG East battlers? I don’t know, but I wouldn’t put it past the Karismatic one to overstate his influence. Then again, this is yet one more in a long, long line of matches in which Kid K sports a direct homage to The Boss himself, this time wearing extremely tantalizing undergear with “Leopard” stitched across the waistband. Is this just another mind game from the ginger heel, or does he actually have Kid Leopard’s papal seal of approval to grant (or refuse) the wishes of a randy young hopeful? As a longstanding Kid K devotee, I’m simply believing what the marble muscle man says, and so does Zion. And, just like me, Zion is hardly unenthusiastic about the straights Kid K places him in. Seriously, there are many rookies who, their first time out of the gates, keep the homoerotic subtext to a low simmer, I’m assuming out of self-consciousness. Even hunks who return to steam up the screen with explicit sexual content often start relatively subdued. If this is subdued for Zion, however, I’m pre-ordering every subsequent release the kid puts out. He cannot keep his hands off of Karisma’s multi-award winning ass, again building incredibly moving empathy between me and the rook. When Kid K grinds his crotch into Zion’s face, doing push-ups over him and slowly swiveling his hips, pressing his package seductively across the rookie’s lips, you can hear nothing but grunts of pleasure from the enthusiastically puckered up newbie. Holy fuck, how these two hunks compliment one another!

kk6 — A work of art: Kid Karisma crushes Zion, body and soul.

Kid Karisma is pretty much every moment of this match an awesome work of art. Physically, he’s unbelievably stunning. I’m officially promoting my appeal for you to vote for Kid K for best body in BG East’s year end polls (due out soon, I’m expecting!), and if you need evidence, put MM2 on slo-mo and watch those gorgeous muscles flex and glisten. Look for an ounce of body fat. I dare you. Study the road map that is Kid K’s incredible vascularity pulsing visibly beneath the surface of his skin, shoved stunningly to the surface by nothing but steel muscles bulging underneath. I think my next campaign is going to be to beg and plead for a Kid K Wrestle Worship release. Watching lucky Zion sneak strokes and squeezes of those gargantuan thighs, glorious glutes, powerful pecs, and peaked biceps is so fucking tantalizing! Can you imagine if this was a more competitive, but no less enthusiastically muscle-worshipping scenario!?

kk5 — Kid Karisma deeply appreciates Zion’s meaty pecs.

My infatuation with Kid Karisma should not discount in any way the absolutely fantastic physique of his trainee, Zion. The proportions on this kid are mind boggling. His upper body is more massive and defined than his legs, but perhaps experiencing the full on Kid K treatment may inspire him to double down on leg days. His torso, however, is like a comic book superhero, incredibly tiny waist, ripped abs, awesome V-back swelling to massive shoulders. Kid K clearly appreciates the rook’s form, but of course he shows it by digging his fingers deep into the kid’s beefy pecs. But again, there’s a genius to Zion that belies his subordination: his groans of agony sound identical to groans of ecstasy. The master’s muscle torture transports Zion to both hell and heaven simultaneously, if I’m reading that look of anguished pleasure on his face right. He holds out forever, sucking down Kid K’s torturous ways, binging on the heel’s psychological brutality, getting absolutely drunk off of his own devastated humiliation. I hope and pray to the homoerotic wrestling gods that we see this incredibly handsome specimen’s offense someday soon, because there’s just so much fucking potential in seeing this hunk’s trajectory from match to match.

Clearly, I’m certainly impressed with Zion Brown. Kid K is none-too-quick to admit it, but even he acknowledges some well-earned respect for the way, way outmatched rookie by the time Kid K is done doing absolutely everything he can think of to crush the will to stay in the ring out of him. And for the record, Zion’s lips enthusiastically visit a whole lot of geography that I believe needs to be much more thoroughly, orally explored in future Kid K wrestling matches, because the insanely sexy body of my reigning favorite needs to receive this type of appreciation from many more opponents. I know for a fact there are BG East wrestlers who would love to deliver exactly that. From the look on the Karismatic one’s face, I feel confident that he’s certainly not opposed. And I can name one particular blogger-fan who is already whipped into a lather just anticipating it.

Potpourri

November 14, 2014 wrestlebard1 Comment

Today I’m tossing together several little odds and ends that all smell so nice. For example, a few weeks ago I was watching Good Morning America and caught this slice of hotness reporting across lines as ABC and Univision are mashing up their news for white people with their new news for Latinos who don’t speak Spanish so well (to be clear, I’m not making fun. I think this makes perfect sense), Fusion.

Pedro Andrade was fully clothed and wearing a sports coat, but holy fuck there was something pristinely erotic and nakedly raw about this hunk’s beautiful brown eyes and those full, luscious lips seductively stretched in a lopsided grin. Thank the homoerotic wrestling gods I live in the age when I can instantly scratch my itch and look up this reporter to see if there are any shirtless shots. Mind you, shirtless pics of mainstream news reporters can often be very rare nuggets of gold that require sifting through google images for days on end (been there. often.). This was, however, not a problem when it comes to ridiculously attractive Pedro.

pedro2 — I believe as unadulterated fact anything this man has to tell me, as long as he’s shirtless.

Apparently his first career was as a model. Or still is. I’m confident that there’s an extensive backstory to how this slice of gold showed up on a national network news team, and I’m fairly certain that someone who reads this blog will fill me in. Whatever “news” is today, it’s populated increasingly by overtly sexy, crotch warming hotties. And I know I speak for many when I say that the rise of the hardbodied Latino news hunk is long overdue and deeply, profoundly arousing. And knowing of my penchant for casting news personalities in homoerotic wrestling fiction, it should come as a surprise to absolutely no one that my mind instantly pictures infinitely fuckable Pedro first going pec to pec against, then tag teaming with, ABC’s resident Latino powerhouse muscle hunk, Gio Benitez. Now that would be a match made in homoerotic wrestling heaven!

pedro3 — Pedro says, “Bring it!” (or however that’s translated into Portuguese).

239fd-gio5 — Gio is fluent in Spanish, but I think wrapping those massive pythons around Pedro’s head should probably speak for itself.

Adding to the sweet aroma of hot wrestling hunks, let me pass along a hot little gem that showed up from one of the sexiest-assed wrestling fairies ever known to man (who shall remain nameless, but not unthanked). Forwarded to me is the link to artist Ben McNutt‘s new installation over at VICE, entitled “Undying Homoeroticism in Wrestling.” The VICE title “Wrestling is Gay” is such flamer bait, but then again, this is art, so begin provoked is almost certainly the point. However, for the likes of you and me, there’s a pace and power to Ben’s juxtaposition of words and images that reaches a hand deep inside my kink-soul and lets the eroticism of wrestling drizzle through his fingers like fine jewels.

Check out the VICE piece as well as the artist’s body of work that appears to have a persistent wrestling them woven through it.

Inexplicably, Drake bristles at being called "a sweet jobber." — Inexplicably, Drake bristles at being called “a sweet jobber.”

Finally to add a little jobber musk to this potpourri, let me quickly respond to a few inquiries I’ve received asking if my account of getting my hands on BG East jobber extraordinaire, Drake Marcos, was a work of fiction or fact. I get it, of course, because I have transparently written wrestling fiction with me as protagonist on the pages of this blog, typically around the New Year each year. And Drake has been entirely silent since sucking on his own sweat soaked trunks at the end of our match. To be clear and forthcoming, particularly in the absence of Drake stepping up and owning how he got owned, let me say unequivocally and declaratively that yes, my ring encounter with Drake Marcos did, indeed happen. My accounting of the highly enjoyable battle was unembellished. And really, after all his bluster and smirks over the past year, do you blame the handsome stud for slinking into a hole for a couple of weeks to nurse his battered ego after a blogger owned him, trussed him up, and left him in a pool of his own copious sweat?

drakestuffit — Yeah, that never gets old.

So suck down the sweet aroma of random homoerotic wrestling thoughts and images and have a provocative, arousing day, my friends.

Searching for a Story

November 11, 2014 wrestlebard2 Comments

mw2014-19-01 — Dave Markus and Doug Acre tangle in Movimus new(ish) release

I’m late to the party, I know, but I’ve only just had time to compose my thoughts about Movimus’ Doug Acre v Dave Markus. SP, Jose & Joe have already shared their notes, so you should check out their more timely thoughts.

mw2014-19-bard1 — Gorgeous bulges on both boys!

First, I could watch Doug Acre stretching and warming up for another hour or so. Knowing what he’s packing makes it only that much more provocative when he gives his bulge a vigorous tug after stretching out his gorgeous muscles. There’s a reason Doug won the Naked Kombat Smackdown title this year. The stud is a serious, seriously skilled wrestler. His work on NK certainly demonstrates that, but the no (few) gimmicks setting of Movimus is like tossing a shark back into the ocean. All wrestling, no hype, and I’m just not sure anyone is as competitive.

mw2014-19-bard3 — Dave’s ass is one of the 7 wonders of the world, as far as I’m concerned.

Of course, Dave is a work of art as well. That ass is stunning. He looks like an Abercrombie poster come to life. Watching how flexible and ripped his physique is takes my breath away, and that doesn’t even start to describe that gorgeous face. Simply phenomenal, top to bottom, and then let’s stare at that bottom some more.

mw2014-19-05 — Doug is on him like glue!!!

The action is intense, lot’s of heavy breathing, and Doug is relentlessly on the offense. The way he works his way into Dave’s guard is so subtly sexy and foreshadowing. He’s like fly paper. The very moment Dave shoves one arm away, it’s like Doug is attached that much more tightly, working his way into a tighter and higher clinch on the Dave’s incredible physique. When Dave counters, Doug seems that much more solidly cemented to him, maintaining stunning balance and control and accumulating what would be an eternity of riding time, if that was relevant.

mw2014-19-18 — If only this were NK, and we could see Doug lick those luscious pecs!

I’m not sure what happens at the awkward scene cut around 13:45, but my hunch is that gorgeous Dave is sucking down too much air to keep going. His body may be trained to superhuman tolerances, but he’s wilting under the spell of Doug Acre. When the action picks up again, Doug is back on his feet but nearly defenseless against the crashing waves of Doug’s controlling offense. Just like that, Doug tosses the beauty to his back again. Dave defensively squeezes body scissors with all his might. And that’s a lot of might! Look at the meat in this thighs flexing! And it does appear to momentarily put the energizer bunny in slo-mo. But Doug just… keeps… coming.

mw2014-19-03 — He is all over gorgeous Dave!

Again, I could watch bodies like these entangled like works of art for days, but what’s missing for me is personality. When Dave starts grunting and flailing in a panic around the 16:45 mark, there’s some sweet, mostly silent drama that’s erotically charged. But the action is so straight-up, so naked (metaphorically only, sadly) that the ferocity and hunger that we know of Doug’s NK work seems largely absent. It’s a very simple tale that they tell. Not to say that simple isn’t sexy. I get off half a dozen times on that sexy sheen of sweat making Doug’s back glisten as if his entire body is getting lubed in preparation for a victory. But it’s not an NK victory. No lube is really called for. It’s not a pro victory, with strut and narrative beyond just the fact that gorgeous Dave got out hustled and outmuscled by a smaller, more skilled technical wrestler, whatever the finish actually was.

mw2014-19-bard4 — What it lacks in personality, it certainly compensates for with high class ass watching.

I’m a little fuzzy on how this match ends, because it simply stops mid-action. The web description says that it simply ends without a submission, but the editing seems odd to me (as in, why didn’t someone step into call the draw, or ring a bell, or.. something?). It is, however, a foregone conclusion, barring some act of God, that Dave’s phenomenal ass would get beat and good, because although I never see him give up, he is completely outclassed. I’d give a lot more to see these boys with more attitude, more story to tell, but even as is, it’s provocative fuel for a wrestling fetishist.

Flying Tiger

November 9, 2014December 19, 2022 wrestlebard4 Comments

There are some wrestlers that predate my discovery of homoerotic wrestling sufficiently to be cemented in my perception as having simply “always been there.” Chuck “Flying Tiger” Collins is one of those wrestlers who had already come and gone from active duty at BG East before I ever discovered them, but at no point was he forgotten. I’ve spent considerable time in the back catalogs of BG East and the “vintage” photo montages in the Arena, and regularly has Flying Tiger grabbed me by the balls and stared me down. Gorgeous, athletic, confident, he always seemed ripped from the pages of an 80’s Playgirl cover and slapped into the middle of my wrestling fantasies. To get the opportunity to stumble across him online and swiftly apply my full-throttle appeal for an interview in an instant was a thrill, but nowhere near the delight of getting to correspond with this classic hunk and see what’s become of him, and whether he’d be willing to join the ranks of classic wrestlers making an encore appearance in the ring.

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chuck22 — Classic Chuck “Flying Tiger” Collins

Bard: Chuck “Flying Tiger” Collins! What an unexpected thrill and honor to get to chat with you. Classic BG East wrestling fans will remember you from the inaugural Motel Madness and many matches in the Private Bouts collection. I feel like I should know this, but tell me how you earned the name Flying Tiger.

Chuck: Bard, it’s my pleasure to get a chance to chat with you, especially since it’s been so long since I’ve done any wrestling vids. As to my name, “The Flying Tiger,” I was known for some pretty wild aerial moves in the day, so “flying” kinda stuck.

chuck17 — There’s a reason they called him “Flying Tiger!”

Bard: It’s sometimes tough to track when BG East matches were taped. How long has it been since you last slipped into a tight pair of trunks to grapple on camera?

Chuck: Maybe 25 years since my last filming… Wow, until I just said it, didn’t realize it was that long ago.

Bard: That’s incredible! Who was your the last opponent you faced?

Chuck: I believe my last opponent was Cruze, one of my only matches in the ring up in Massachusetts.

chuck8 — Private Bout 119 – Chuck gets tortured by Cruze

Bard: Cruze was so fucking dangerous! Then again, you also wrestled Kid Leopard, Andy Bailey, Brooklyn Bodywrecker, TNT, Scott Rogers. As a handsome babyface like you, who worked you over hardest?

Chuck: They were all great opponents. I recall bass Wallace worked me pretty hard in Motel Madness, but Kid leopard probably worked me over the hardest. Only one match on film, and it was an epic battle.

chuck5 — In Private Bout 6, The Flying Tiger gave Kid Leopard a run for his money…

chuck6 — …but Kid Leopard worked him over good!

Bard: It was! If I’m not mistaken, KL had several swipes at you, though only that one private bout 1-on-1. He and Raw Deal tag teamed all over you and TNT, and when you faced Andy Bailey, KL intervened in that match as well. What do you think it is about you that drew such viciousness from the heel-in-chief?

Chuck: I think it was two fold. My cocky attitude for a baby face, but my skill level backed up my words, and KL stepped in wherever he could to silence me, especially when I was beating his boys! I know in my first match with Andy Bailey, he didn’t win a fall. Totally destroyed him, and it didn’t sit well with him or KL. That’s when I think they planned on KL interfering in the second match with Andy.

chuck11 — Private Bout 7, Kid Leopard made sure Chuck didn’t repeat his squash of KL’s good buddy, Andy Bailey.

Bard: Fuck, I love the melodrama and larger than life personalities that make homoerotic wrestling so intense! I also have major love for hot, handsome baby face heroes like you that can more than hold their own. Who do you think carries the baton for the skilled, stacked, must-be-taken-seriously babyfaces wrestling these days?

Chuck: Wow, there are so many talented wrestlers these days, Cameron Matthews, Jake Jenkins, and forgive me if I leave anyone out, but two that stand out now are Mason Brooks and Kayden Keller – both very talented leaning toward heels, but baby aced and great skill.

Bard: You have fantastic taste! That’s an excellent sample of very fine, skilled babyfaces. Which of those hunks would you pick to time travel back 25 years to tag team with you against KL and Raw Deal?

Chuck: Very interesting question, Bard. I would probably have to go with Cameron if I was selecting purely on talent, and he’s recently been very aggressive in his matches, so he and I versus KL and Raw Deal I think would be a great choice.

chuckcam — Back to the Future Babyface Tag Team to beat: Chuck Collins & Cameron Matthews

Bard: I agree, that sounds like an awesome choice. Cameron and you would make a fantastic, and stunningly handsome, tag team! There have definitely been many new names and new wrestling venues, new series and technologies shaping homoerotic wrestling over the past 25 years. What are your observations about what the biggest changes have been overall? Have they been changes for the better?

Chuck: Again, WOW, “so many changes” is an understatement. I think the biggest changes have been in technology. The quality of the product is so much better today. I was involved in the infancy of the underground homoerotic sport. HD, DVD, now streaming and downloading, all making for a better product as well as better availability. As to the wrestlers, I think they have gotten bigger, more physically developed as a whole. The only place I think some are lacking is in actual skill, very few can sell the match the way we old timers used to. Not all, but the really talented pool of wrestlers now is a small group indeed.

Bard: I don’t know how much it may be nostalgia, but I sometimes miss the rawer, rougher video quality and even the more improvised venues from earlier days. There was an intensity and edge that I don’t always sense in higher definition, where missed moves and every last blemish and mole are crystal. How did you join the ranks of BGE?

Chuck: I was introduced to BGE when I phoned KL telling him I was going to be in Mass for an extended period of time. Now this was back when Hull, Mass was the BGE home site – very primitive compared to their home base now. After a brief interview, I was set up to go up against Andy Bailey, and the rest, as they say, is history.

Bard: Had you already been a fan, then? Did you come with a wrestling background?

Chuck: I did some wrestling in school, lots of fooling around with friends, but my real background in pro was going Thursday nights down to the arena with my family to watch the matches. Some of the old wrestlers worked out at a gym I knew, and I would watch them, then I’d try to replicate what I saw. BGE just helped me perfect it all. And I was a fan of BGE, and was gratdful for the opportunity to try out.

Bard: Clearly you fit right in! Attitudes about sexuality have changed since then (in some ways, at least). Do you think changing levels of stigma in society in general have shaped some of the evolution of a gay-oriented wrestling company like BG East?

Chuck: I would hope so. I know there is a lot more openness now about being a wrestler for gay-oriented companies that are out there.

Bard: A regular theme I hear repeated from nearly every BG East wrestler I’ve talked to has been the esprit de corps that develops among the wrestlers there. Did you connect on a personal level with any wrestlers in particular?

chuck30 — Despite slapping Chuck down for the title in Private Bout 6, Kid Leopard remains a friend.

Chuck: Many, starting at the top with KL. We still keep in touch, not nearly as often as we used to, but every now and again. I’ll get a text from a few of the other guys every now and again, just to catch up and see what’s going on, so I would definitely agree that the camaraderie that developed between the wrestlers led to numerous friendships along the way.

Bard: Are you still in fight shape today?

Chuck: Well all depends what you call “in fight shape.” I’m currently at 150 lbs, 5’8″, and 8% body fat. I workout 5 times a week using a dumbbell routine that keeps me pretty solid. Let me send you some pics and let you be the judge.

chuck4 — Chuck “Flying Tiger” Collins today.

chuck3 — Flying Tiger looks ready to rumble!

Bard: Holy shit you look fantastic! You are ripped and rocking! Any of the current crop of competitors you wouldn’t mind getting your hands on?

Chuck: Thanks, and as far as the new guys go, I’d love to get back in the ring with a bunch of them, starting with Cameron. Would love to tangle with Jake Jenkins, Ethan, possibly even Mason Brooks, Kayden Keller. And who wouldn’t want to get in the ring with Ty Alexander?

Bard: Would the Flying Tiger still be an upright babyface hero today?

Chuck: I’m thinking I’d lean more towards a babyfaced heel these days. I’ve become meaner in my old age.

Bard: I was hoping you’d say babyface heel! Can we talk a minute about exactly how you’d handle adorable Ty?

The Flying Tiger has plans for adorable rookie Ty Alexander (photo credit and thanks to Michael von Redlich)

Chuck: Sure, he’s very cocky in the ring, and the best thing to do for that is let them get confident, then turn the whole thing around on them. A low blow here or there, then a DDT for emphasis. That should quiet him some.

Bard: Hell and YES! I’d say bend that bubble butt over your knee and spank the cocky stud until he cries, too. So I realize I just have the pic as reference here, but you look completely in shape to climb back into the ring. If the call came, would you join the encore career hunk daddies like Shane McCall and show the youngsters how to sell? And could I get front row seats?!

Chuck: I’d love to. I think some of us could show these young punks a thing or two.

Bard: I can’t agree more. I have to think there’s plenty of audience for that, as well. I’m also sure I’m not the only one powerfully provoked by hearing and seeing the Flying Tiger. Anything you’d like to say to the fans who will be popping their cork to read this interview?

Chuck: Just that it’s been an honor and a pleasure speaking with you. It’s nice to know our pioneer work in the field hasn’t been forgotten, and it’s always nice to meet real fans.

Bard: It’s been a profound pleasure to chat with you, and you are most definitely not forgotten. In fact, I’m 100% certain there are all new fans and fantasies ignited by your ripped, 8% body fat, hottie self today! And seriously, although I know KL strictly forbids outside spectators at BG East matches, please lobby for me should you get the call to spank some young upstart’s bubble butt!

Chuck: Will do! And thanks again.

chuckthennow — Chuck “Flying Tiger” Collins is still pumped and primed for wrestling action.

If You Prick Us, Do We Not Bleed?

November 7, 2014 wrestlebard5 Comments

I’ve had an opportunity to share quite a bit of BG East reflections recently, and there’s even more to come. Today’s tidbit from homoerotic wrestlers in real life is a surprising departure from the typical neverland fare. Now, you know how I love homoerotic wrestling. And casual readers will remember well how much hot, hunky actors in mouthwatering drama can yank my shorthairs and ignite my homoerotic wrestling imagination (ahem, Alexander Skarsgård). Apropos of little, I received a notice in the mail several weeks ago inviting me to a performance of the Merchant of Venice as a benefit for the theater department of a New England university. Random? It looked like it. But then I noticed who was starring in the role of Shylock: none other than The Boss, Kid Leopard!

It should come as a surprise to no one familiar with BG East that KL is an accomplished and acclaimed figure in the dramatic arts. Just as no one should be surprised that he can portray a classic figure of complex villainy like a headliner. I mean, did you see his appearance in Wrestlefest 2, when he “presented” the lifetime achievement award to DW by bashing the astonished hunk in the head with it (how dare anyone presume to win a lifetime achievement award before The Boss does!?)? KL’s flair for the dramatic is what makes the Contract series such a popular odyssey, culminating in the monarch himself literally mounted upon his throne, with his henchmen forcing a humiliated babyface hero to kiss his feet (well, really culminating in the hero’s retribution of flushing the monarch’s head in the bidet and ripping up the accursed contract forevermore!).

While I was sadly unable to get my ass into a seat to see this performance, I did score some production shots from Shylock himself. A local paper noted that this was KL’s reprisal of the role of Shylock, after having played the part first at age 14. Seeing these stills from the stage is such a trip! The mash-up of Shakespeare and pro wrestling seems, on the one hand, entirely improbable. Then again, on the other hand, have you seen much Shakespeare!? The nuance, the bluntness, the sadism, the humor even in the darkest tragedies… the costumes! Of course these two worlds merge seamlessly in the artistry of the man who Shane McCall recently summed up with the wisdom, “Make it and make it BIG, and do everything you can to be sure it sells!”

MOV5 — Possibly the first portrayal of Shylock by the Boss?

Arguably even more titillating for this homoerotic wrestling fan were the photos of the parade of homoerotic wrestlers who paid homage to The Boss by soaking in the work of the Bard (the other one) brought to life by master showman himself, Kid Leopard. I posted a leaked preview pic of one of those collections of homoerotic wrestler theater-goers about a week ago. Here are just a few more of the hot hunks of wrestling who know good drama when they see it.

Ty Alexander, Kayden Keller, Kid Leopard, and Brad Rochelle

KL and Brad seem to have patched up their differences… for now…

Jonny Firestorm was on hand for the performance as well.

10577862_482383895237651_1613288285_o — Dark Rogers there to laud the Boss!

get-attachment — Kid Vicious enjoyed the evening as well.

I’m deeply cynical about professional theater reviewers, but I couldn’t help but be fascinated by what a crew of beautiful, thoughtful homoerotic wrestlers might have to say about the Merchant of Venice and the performance of The Boss. I’m still soliciting reviews, but here are a few that I’ve collected thus far, including profound surprises and insights.

“It was good! Every time he did one of his finger waving poses, I was like, damn, I’m gonna be on the other end of that since I’m kinda the new houseboy. But the entire cast was great. KL really fooled people, too. He brought Shylock to life really. With his actions and with his accent. He was supported by an amazing cast, also.” – Ty “the New Houseboy” Alexander

“Enough comedy to keep the audience from being weighed down by the drama of debt, marriage and potential death, but not so much as to keep us from caring or fearing for the fates of some of the characters. The Boss takes his Shylock and makes him just sympathetic enough, albeit lacking in ethics, that we enjoy his scheming nature as much as we disagree with it, at least until we find fault in his pursuit of revenge which comes across more petty and spiteful than is justified. It adds complexity to a character that has at times been portrayed altogether comically or else monotonously evil. We learn to hate him for his actions rather than simply accept that we are supposed to hate him for his label as villain. Admittedly any impression of the Merchant of Venice is unlikely to remain uncolored by modern social views. Shylock is hated as much for his heritage as for his business dealings, and the laws in the time of the play’s setting prevent him as a Jew from most professions apart from moneylending. His grievances seem legitimate since his rival is a merchant that lends money freely to people so they need not be indebted to Shylock: good for them, but this does directly deprive Shylock of his livelihood. Taken out of context or rather in a modern context, the characters come off fairly prejudiced, and Shylock’s greatest fault is simply pursuing his vendetta to the death of his rival, the sins of wrath and pride as it were.” Drama Critic Kayden Keller

“Shakespeare wasn’t really brought to my attention until I was old enough to chose my own reading material. I had zero exposure to the arts growing up in the city and being in public schooling. I do like theater and like the interesting plays that have depth. The Merchant of Venice is one story that I have always thought had great depth and complexity. KL as Shylock was fantastic. His acting, delivery, and overall GRAVITY on stage was wonderful. I think it’s a great part for him, the perfect part really. All the players did well, and overall it was very well done, but for me KL as the heel was a rock star. The staging was pretty simple in normal lighting, but somehow worked out surprisingly well. The performers made very good use of the space, and it turned out to be very dynamic. As far as ties go, I typically don’t wear them, but I don’t mind dressing up on occasion. As far as being ganged up on, we all had an understanding that the day way about KL, Shylock, and Shakespeare. If any or all of them want to take other issues up with me, we can do it in the ring.” – Brad Rochelle (responding also to my question of whether The Boss and his boys capped off opening night by ganging up on dapperly dressed Brad)

If I can beg reviews out of Kid Vicious, Jonny Firestorm, Dark Rogers, or TNT Horrigan (who I’m told attended, though doesn’t appear to be in any of the photos I managed to track down), I’ll be thrilled to post them as well.

Before I let this night with the Bard go, I also feel compelled to reflect on the humanity of the men (I so often playfully call them boys, but make no mistake, these are all men) who step so masterfully into our homoerotic wrestling imaginations and move and motivate and draw out of us astonishing depths of pleasure, humor, outrage, and awe. Occasionally I deny comments to this blog from people who take it upon themselves to level unconstructive and quite personal criticisms of the stars of homoerotic wrestling fare, tossing catty comments about bodies, proportions, intelligence, and even deeper aspects of character. In the years since I began blogging about homoerotic wrestling, I’ve been profoundly humbled and deeply honored to get to speak with several and meet a few of them face-to-face, and without fail, every one of them delighted me as an interesting, 3-dimensional, highly intelligent human being who, oh, by the way, can turn my crank in the blink of an eye with their stunning good looks and willingness to star in hot wrestling dramas. Not to name names or specifics, but these gentlemen also have insecurities and self-doubts, but at no point am I aware of any homoerotic wrestler who has in some way deserved to be treated as anything less than a delightful human being. These are athletes and artists, sons and brothers, scholars and innovators, and as richly nuanced and full of surprises as anyone else that you or I care about and respect deeply. What these photos and reviews highlight for me is that what makes the art on stage (and in the ring) so compelling is almost certainly related to the depth of character and artistry of these men off stage (and out of the ring), but we who sit in the seats should not permit our suspension of disbelief to confuse the reality that the objects of our wrestling fantasies are flesh and blood, with talents and interests and insights that we will likely never witness from row J seat 15 or from the confines of our wrestling viewing lairs. From The Boss to each of these wrestler-reviewers to every homoerotic wrestler I’ve ever met, I am profoundly honored by the opportunity to not just be a fan of your wrestling, but of your humanity as well.

Homoerotic Wrestler of the Month

November 6, 2014November 6, 2014 wrestlebard9 Comments

My plate was full in October, but I still managed to take a pretty broad sampling of the new homoerotic wrestling releases. With BG East’s catalog 105, the field was already packed with satisfying hotness, but of course Jose documented that there were in fact 87 new releases from at least 12 different producers. Full disclosure, I did not watch all 87 matches. Some of these fine purveyors of wrestling are not in my regular queue. As I’ve mentioned before, my resources (both financial and temporal) are limited. But designating a homoerotic wrestler of the month is not science. It’s thoroughly and unabashedly biased, informed entirely by what turns me on most among the matches that I have the opportunity to enjoy. With that disclaimer made (again), let me turn my attention to crowning my reigning homoerotic wrestler of the month for outstandingly provocative October match performance…

… Drake Marcos.

Someone is, at this very moment, complaining that Drake had an unfair advantage because he had the opportunity to demonstrate to me, in person, just how provocative his wrestling work was in October. See my disclaimer above and let it go. While the pleasure I had to encounter Drake in the ring during my BG East – South campus pilgrimage certainly looms large in my thoughts, first and foremost Drake wins this month’s title for his work in X-Fights 38.

drake72 — “Jake falls for Drake’s charm offensive.”

The back cover of the DVD already had me chuckling and aroused. “Jake falls for Drake’s charm offensive,” the caption reads underneath a shot of Drake and his opponent, Lorenzo “Jake” Lowe glistening with sweat and making out in the mat room. Drake’s talents run deep, of course, but I have to agree whole heartedly that one of the most disarming (and dangerous) assets the Cheshire Cat brings to a match is that fucking charm. It’s conveyed in steady eye contact, a subtly seductive tilt to his head, his sharp and savvy wit, and, of course, that nearly constant dimpled grin on his handsome face.

The backstory on X-Fights 38 is eerily familiar. “It’s pretty easy to talk trash when I’m about 900 miles away,” Drake smirks as they stare one another down on the mat. “But now that I’m here, what are you going to do?” It wasn’t deliberate, but that was almost precisely the backstory and dialogue that constituted the wrestling foreplay between me and Drake later in October. Clearly it’s a potent lure that the Cheshire Cat baits his hook with, all handsomeness and disarming charm with full throttle trash talk to stoke a virtual opponent into a sweat-soaked, erotically charged, IRL wrestling battle.

drake70 — Drake grabs the throttle almost instantly scoring the first fall.

LJL, fans know, is unfailingly dangerous. The lightweight has a stunning record of toppling (and absolutely grinding into dust) much bigger muscle boys. However, about 3 minutes into this match, LJL finds his grinning, charming opponent not only countering his expertly executed offense, but abruptly rolling him into a nut-cruching Boston Crab. Drake sits low, really leaning back and making LJL’s lower lumbar creak with agonizing tension. LJL, the master executioner, astonishingly taps out with a note of panic in his voice as Drake absolutely glows with pleasure. Oh, yeah. I know where you’re coming from, LJL.

Soon enough, however, Drake takes a boatload of torture because, after all, this is LJL. Long limbs and an energizer bunny battery do not spare the Cheshire Cat from being worked into a major lather quite quickly. Both of these boys are pouring sweat minutes in, which always increases my erotic engagement. And speaking of erotic engagement, these boys latch their claws on each other’s cocks and balls from start to finish in this bout.

drake73 — Drake relishes the opportunity to document his destruction of LJL by posting this mid-match video online (Karma’s a bitch, eh, Drake?).

Things turn particularly sexy, in my opinion, and for Drake ominously foreshadowing, right around the time when the Cheshire Cat rolls LJL into a rear naked choke, reaches for his mobile phone, and starts taking selfie video of his Cheshire Cat grin next to LJL’s oxygen-deprived face. “Exclusive for drakefuckingmarcos.blogspot.com!” Drake crows. “Here I am with ‘Jake’ Lorenzo Lowe, and I’m making him my bitch! Smile for the camera,” he laughs at his trapped opponent.

drake71 — LJL documents the truism: Payback is a bitch.

Online taunts turning into a mobile-phone documented reckoning at BG East South?! Oh, Drake, it was a very busy month for you, wasn’t it? And similarly to a certain ring match later in the month, Drake soon enough finds his taunts and bluster catching up to him as LJL starts to maintain momentum and work the Cheshire Cat into more and more compromised positions. The blurring of combat and erotic lust is pitched beautifully in this match. The boys use their bodies to dominate and torture and somewhere, almost imperceptibly, their bodies become focused entirely on giving and receiving pleasure. Those big doe eyes of Drake’s suck LJL right in as Jake can’t help but taste those lips. He rides Drake’s dripping torso, peeling those pink trunks off, feeling that body. Drake gives himself over to his opponent’s control, and when LJL is fully engaged, Drake rolls on top of him, lips locked, hands stroking, crotches grinding intently.

And then Drake replaces his lips with the palm of his hand stretched across LJL’s mouth and nose. That sly son of a bitch was, indeed, working his charm offensive all along, luring LJL into a defenseless position. LJL slowly, reluctantly slips into unconsciousness with the Cheshire Cat perched atop him as pleased as can be, returning the favor of peeling of his opponent’s trunks. Where does combat end and carnal lust begin remains the question as both of these delicious boys bring incredibly accomplished “charm offenses” to bear. The question of who will be erotically lulled into a vulnerable enough place to be decisively conquered, with photographic evidence in hand, and finally led from the mat by his cock is uncertain almost to the bitter end.

drake75 — So much trash talk silenced as Drake is forced to suck on LJL’s bicep.

But as with all things, there is a naked, drenched, humiliated end, and if you can run a simple correlation on Drake’s win-loss record, you can guess whose cock is the leash for whom. LJL is handsome as hell as always, devastatingly dangerous and deadly serious. But the Cheshire Cat is just having more fun. His humor and charm propel this story powerfully. Drake’s full throttle passion for homoerotic wrestling is like a wave crashing over and over again upon the mat (and his opponent), and his intensity and intelligence raise this far above what I often expect in a carnally explicit X-fight.

drake76 — October’s Homoerotic Wrestler of the Month: Drake Marcos

And, sure, it doesn’t hurt that I have my own photographic evidence that trash talk from 900 miles away is a lot easier for a certain Cheshire Cat than facing a challenger on the mats. But when it comes to picking which homoerotic wrestler appearing in an October new release entertained, provoked and aroused me most, there’s just no contest. He may be this blogger’s bitch, true, but he’s also without question this blogger’s homoerotic wrestler of the month: Drake “Cheshire Cat” Marcos.

drakeout3south — Wait, how did that photo get into this blog post?! That’s not from X-Fights 38. Oh, well…

I Need a Hero

November 5, 2014November 5, 2014 wrestlebardLeave a comment

I woke up to a deep and dark funk in light of the election results across the country yesterday. These are dark days, I fear, and I’m desperately in need of a hero to fight off the villains who are robbing us blind. Fortunately, this Halloween seems to have brought out the superheroes from among the ranks of homoerotic wrestlers, and I for one am relieved to have these gorgeous hunks suit up to slap down the bad guys. Because there are so many fucking bad guys. In Congress!

halloween7 — Kayden Keller reveals his secret identity: Super Sexy Superboy

halloween6 — Look at the shoulders on this kid! Villains step back!

halloween3 — I’m I’m not mistaken, Robin’s jobberboy alter-ego very well may be adorable Ty Alexander!

halloween2 — Unmasked, it’s definitely Ty to the rescue.

halloween — It’s Superman vs Batman, the next generation! Can’t we all just get along!?

Maybe a little next incarnation Night Wing can save the day.

Hey, I recognize that not-so-secret lair!

Wait, staring down from above at those lips, checking out those abs, I’m having flashbacks to recently putting Drake Marcos on his back in the ring!

Night Wing rocks. I hope he’s better at conquering the bad guys than Drake is.

halloween5 — Wolverine always turns me on, particularly when it’s a certain homoerotic wrestling heel selling the look.

halloween4 — The size of the villainy today calls for the big guns. Bear daddy Shane McCall, save us!

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