It was a pleasure to get to interview in 2013 Muscle Master Kevin, the CEO of the newest kids on the homoerotic wrestling block, Muscle Domination Wrestling. I found Kevin to be a deeply thoughtful and reflective young hunk, with a keen eye to feed both his entrepreneurial drive and his sincere desire to please his fans. There are paradoxes upon paradoxes when it comes to MMK. He has one of the babiest faces in the business mounted atop the body of a Greek god. He’s merciless in his ring and absolutely revels in the agonizing suffering of his opponents, but outside the ring he’s a keen conversationalist with a tender underbelly of self-deprecation that peeks through on extremely rare (and that much sexier for it) moments. His online persona is one of total carnal focus, with muscle and muscle domination being the first, middle, and last part of every story he tells, but the stud is literary-minded, introspective and meticulously well-spoken. I’m happy to have him as a friend of neverland, and thrilled to to pass along his new year’s greeting for homoerotic wrestling fans.
Start your new years on your knees for the master! 2013 was a year of big strides – but I’m in the empire making business so watch as www.muscledominationwrestling.com and musclemasterkevin.com grow as impressively as my physique. – Muscle Master Kevin
Oh, I’m watching, Kevin. I’m watching. I’d wish you luck as you launch into another year of empire-building, but I get the impression that your business success, like your phenomenal physique, has absolutely nothing to do with luck. And you know where to find me when MDW fans demand to see a wrestling blogger worship that fantasy body of yours in the coming year.
Jonny Firestorm is coming on way, way strong as 2013 comes to a close and 2014 begins. For one thing, the notorious heel unveiled a newly minted physique a few months ago, and its chiseled out of marble by the loving hand of a homoerotic master sculptor. Jonny also launched his own website in 2013, and I know for a fact that he’s pleasing customers left and right for those looking for a full service Jonny fix. Jonny has some of the most fanatical followers I’ve ever met, for whom no matter how dastardly and vicious, no matter how brutal and bullying, no matter how cruelly and underhandedly he punishes an opponent (hell, BECAUSE of all of those things), Jonny Firestorm can do no wrong. Personally, I think 2014 should be the year that Jonny gets passionately muscle worshipped by one crushed and awed opponent after another. From Jonny’s year-end greeting card he sent neverland, it looks like he’s planning on there being a long, long line of crushed, awed, and fully owned wrestlers kneeling in subjugation at his feet.
King Jonny!“Happy New Year! In 2013, i reclaimed my spot as the undisputed king of wrestling. 2014 is the year of FIRESTORM. You’re all in the king’s court, I’ll show no mercy and pardon no jobber. Kneel before me or get squashed!”
Just flash that devastatingly handsome smile and flex those insanely roped arms, and I have no doubt you’ll have plenty loyal subjects on their knees, Jonny! For that matter, if the king needs a personal valet to groom, dress, and primp that royal bod, consider me first in line for the job! And it’s so nice to see neverland up on your computer there, over your shoulder! It’s an honor, and just a little intimidating, to know the king is watching.
A long-time friend of neverland dropped off a new year-end greeting card with eye candy, some plans for 2014, and well wishes for his many fans. Incredibly hot Darius is one of the paradoxes of pro wrestling. He’s got the body of a god (a “black muscle god” to be exact), with the obvious raw power to crush most opponents like grapes; however, his win-loss record in the homoerotic wrestling products I’ve seen bears witness to the fact that this mountain of mouthwatering muscle has an achilles heel. 2013, however, ended on a groundbreaking note for the Black Muscle God, featuring Darius wringing the sweet sounds of submission and victory out of undisputed babyface jobber, hunky farmboy Tony Law, for Muscle Domination Wrestling. That notable end to 2013 and the plans Darius mentions in his year-end greeting make me think that 2014 could be a major breakout year for him. I’ve got my eyes on him, and he’s clearly got his eyes on more victories to come.
First, I would like to thank all my fans for all their support this past year. I do get many emails, and I do read and respond to every one of them, whether they are good or bad comments. I know many have asked to see more of me, and I do believe they mean less by way of trunks, so I hope to bring that to them in the New Year. Many request for me to do custom videos, and that is now a reality as I have done a few within the last month. In 2014 I will be looking to get into some bodybuilding competitions, travel down to Atlanta to do some videos for BWN, and continue to do videos for BG East and Muscle Domination Wrestling, and lastly get my own website up so my fans can follow me. All of this would not be possible without the support of my fans, and again I thank you so much. So I wish everyone out there a very safe and happy New Year. – Darius
Can’t wait to see what 2014 holds for you, Darius, and I for one will follow you anywhere. So keep us updated on the launch of your website!
So far I’ve heard from hot heels, a never-say-die jobber, and a handsome, hunky babyface (at least by the way I count them), and this liminal time between the old year and the new year just keeps getting hotter by the day. And then today arrives something entirely new. I’m mean, really, really new! So new, in fact, that we don’t know yet what character this yet-to-be-released pretty, pretty twink may embody when we finally get to see him in action, hopefully early in 2014. The smuggled contraband I published from a Florida BG East taping recently provided the first glimpse I’ve seen of these doe-eyed, bronzed beauty who I was told goes by the name Ty. Well, Ty apparently took note of his newfound notoriety on neverland and sent me this adorable holiday greeting card. Ty looks like he’d melt in your mouth, but looks can be deceiving. Knowing BG East, Ty could easily be a sadistic viper in twink’s clothing. But the sincerity and, yes, I’ll say it again, adorability about this earnest holiday greeting makes me see dark clouds of doom rising over this cherub’s suddenly vulnerable bronzed body. I hope lovely Ty has either an inner vicious heel or a big, bad big brother to take him under his wing, because I have to think this pretty boy has got an irresistible target tattooed to his (deceptively?) innocent, newbie ass.
Have a great holiday, and thanks for the support. Never thought I would be BG material or sidelineland worthy! It’s truly an honor. I want wrestling fans to know that I worked my ass off to be ready for my BG East debut (well, not really, it’s still sexy, and it’s still there!). And as you wait to see me in action, I want folks to know that I’m BG East’s new gear lover. I collect all types, all kinds! -Ty
Ohmygod, I’ll say it again. This kid melts in your mouth! Ty, it’s truly a pleasure to meet you, and the honor is all mine! I can’t wait to see the BG East boys get their hands on you and every single item of gear you’ve got. I hope they don’t beat the adorable right out of you too soon, buddy!
The year-end holiday greetings from my favorite homoerotic wrestlers and friends of neverland have been intense so far! So much attitude! Three epic heels and a studly jobber clearly trying to get his ass kicked… again… make today’s greeting card from a hunky babyface beauty seem like a breath of fresh air! Ben Monaco has been a longtime friend of neverland and living the dream of countless homoerotic wrestling fans everywhere, successfully making the pivot from fan to star. Ben (and his hairy pecs and hungry lips) is as sincere, earnest, and competitive a babyface as I’ve ever virtually met. So his year-end greeting is a whole lot less dark and ominous than my first four.
I’m cooking up new matches for fans in the new year, and there are LOTS of things coming up for me very, very soon! Hope your end-of-the-year has been fun despite the hectic holiday season! -Ben Monaco
Keep us updated, Ben! Keep fighting the good fight, and if I may, let me request more lip lock finishers for you in the coming year.
I know, I know. It’s Saturday, not Friday. But with time off work mid-week, my internal calendar is all screwed up, and today feels either like Friday or Sunday. Yesterday felt definitely like Saturday or, possibly, Thursday. Just put away the calendar, read this post in the voice of Joan Rivers, and enjoy this make-up Fashion Friday breakdown.
Eli Black wore it best.
I think I’d have a psychotic break with reality should I ever see Eli Black and Lon Dumont square off in the ring, because my conflicting loyalties would rip me into pieces. However, when it comes to which of these hot hunks wore the POW!-in-the-ass trunks best, neverland readers have spoken, and they spoke decisively. By a vote of 68 to 44, you declared that it was Eli Black who wore them best. Eli will be the first to tell you that his ass is irresistibly sexy, so the graphic on these trunks just say what we’re all thinking. As for me and my divided loyalties, I’m withholding judgment until I get to see them both in, then out, of these trunks… in the ring… in an all-in naked battle for the gear.
Today’s Fashion Friday poll draws from the newest kids on the homoerotic wrestling production block, Muscle Domination Wrestling. I count three very different wrestling hunks who packed themselves inside a certain pair of red, white and black leatherish mid-rise trunks. Rodriguez Cortez slid his incredibly, hot, beefy, smooth bod in them twice in season 5 and once in season 6. Hunky twink Enrique then had the audacity to show up in the same trunks twice in season 6 and then twice again in season 7. And finally, the most recent and imposing character from MDW to wear this bad boys was none other than the Mastodon himself, Morgan Cruise, in season 7. These are three very different wrestlers with very different body types, so I’m guessing you should have a clear opinion one way or the other or the other. These are also three very different qualities of photography, so I hope that won’t sway your vote. My wishes for 2014 include MDW taking higher quality photographs and including a searchable wrestler roster with stats to better tease their wrestlers and matches. There’s a lot to consider here, but the real question you need to ask yourself is who wore it best?
Beefy, smooth, bronze muscle boy Rodriguez Cortez fills these trunks out delectably. He’s a vision in red, white and black, but did he wear it best?
Lean ‘n’ hunky beauty Enrique strikes a stunningly different figure in the same gear. He unquestionably wore them most often, but did he wear them best?
Morgan “the Mastodon” Cruise seldom loses at anything, particularly not in the ring. But when it comes to fashion, is he the winner of who wore these trunks best?
Getting year-end greeting cards from heels is intense! Yet another friend of neverland and intensely arousing homoerotic wrestling heel, Cage Thunder, dropped off this new year’s promise and wish for us all. 2013 was not only the year that Cage Thunder published a smoking hot homoerotic wrestling novel, Going Down for the Count, be he was also unmasked by the only stud man enough to do it: Cage Thunder himself. So what better way to ring in the new year but with an unmasked Cage Thunder selfie and the promise of countless brutal returns in 2014.
You’ve seen my dick, now you’ve seen my face. Prepare to be awed and thunderstruck in 2014, bitches. May you have the New fucking Year you deserve. – Cage Thunder
Thanks for hours of reading and viewing entertainment, Cage Thunder!
The hits just keep coming, as the wrestler who owned the #1 spot here at neverland almost all of 2013 dropped this little gem off for me and you. Well, at least me. As the self-appointed president of the Lon Dumont fan club, I consider myself included in Lon’s “me and mine.” As far as that goes, I’m ready to be Lon’s anything, anywhere, anytime, especially in 2014. I both pity and desperately envy the suckers destined to get their blocks knocked off by longtime friend of neverland, Lon Dumont!
As we celebrate the holidays and prepare for the new year, I think it’s of paramount importance that we keep in mind the things that truly matter (read: me, and my array of tights), and consider the plight of the less fortunate (read: the countless scores of homoerotic punks whose heads I will kick free from their shoulders in 2014). Allow me to wish the happiest of new years to me and mine.
You may qualify as part of Lon’s “me and mine” if you vote for him for best abs, best ring match, and/or best match of 2013, but honestly, of course, that’s up to Lon.
Muscle Domination Wrestling has recently released season 7, and there are some great surprises there. One of the biggest surprises for me was seeing big, beautiful Braden Charron in what appears to be a squash glove fetish match. I haven’t seen it yet, but I was unable to resist getting my eyes on the climactic season finale of the Super Men saga. Muscle Master Kevin and Damien Rush starring in a superhero ring match!? I’m there.
Damien Rush as Super Stud II gets his hot body worked over to reinvigorate him for one last shot at defeating Super Heel.
For those who have not watched the entire series, this finale is the culmination of intrigues piled upon intrigues, betrayals and corruption, and one incredibly hot superhero after another getting conquered and crushed by the original Super-Stud-turned-evil, Super Heel. The mysterious time traveling hunk in a mask and a black bodysuit, The Suit, got more than he bargained for when he tricked Super Stud into drinking Alpha Male juice. So Suit rescues hunky Super Stud II, Damien Rush, peels him out of his super suit (hell, yes), and begins giving him a full body massage to rejuvenate the battered hero for another go at his nemesis.
The Suit cannot keep his hands off of Super Stud’s pumped muscles!
He gives Damien’s sweet ass particularly loving attention with a deep muscle massage that leaves Damien groaning and soaking up Suit’s promise to give him the strength and the ally he needs to beat the evil Super Heel once and for all. He gives Super Stud II his newest, most potent “serum,” so-called “heel juice” which Damien swallows enthusiastically as The Suit strokes himself with excitement. When a newly rejuvenated, more pumped than every Super Stud II starts to flex his newly invigorated muscles, Suit can’t keep his hands off them, which seems to do nothing but stoke Damien harder and more intense.
Super Stud II yet again finds himself on his knees at the feet of Super Heel.
The unlikely tag team partners are full of confidence when they arrive ringside to put Super Heel in his place once and for all. True enough, the opening test of strength appears to be a stalemate, with advantage veering toward the double team’s way as Suit freezes time and pounds Super Heel’s vulnerable, frozen muscles. This is the first real challenge posed to the evil-consumed Super Heel. Could the deal-with-the-devil tag team have finally dialed up the super villain’s number? Oh fuck no! Super Heel isn’t using even 2% of his Alpha Male super villain strength. When he really tries, all he has to do his flex his hot, lycra-encased muscles and both Super Stud II and The Suit are dropped to their knees.
Super Heel is in the driver’s seat, ripping Super Stud’s arms out at the shoulder.
The Suit is nearly choke-slammed right out of this world. Even as Super Stud II pleads with him to rally, the self-serving hunk in black freezes time and flees the scene, leaving Super Stud II at the mercy of the malevolence and sadism of Super Heel. Those who know MDW already know the tone of a Muscle Master Kevin squash. There’s a non-stop monologue of the blue-eyed, whisker-faced babyface badboy, describing his destiny for domination even as he rips Super Stud’s hot, doomed body apart joint by going.
A head scissors/hair pull demonstrates how effortlessly in control Super Heel is.
Super Stud suffers long and hard, more and more humiliated with each passing second. These are two of my favorite bodies locked in intimate, punishing holds, with lavish loads of taunting and verbal torment making equal parts delicious cake and sweet icing. There’s a poignant moment when Super Stud II pleads for the Suit to return, to come to his rescue. His mental anguish is almost as sexy as his corporal punishment. Please, please, he begs for Suit to return to the fray. He doesn’t.
Damien’s lycra clad ass steals several scenes!
A few meta-narrative notes to share: Damien’s ass squeezed into a metallic lycra super suit nearly converts me to a full on lycra fetishist. That. Ass! There’s also something almost supernatural (coincidentally) about how brightly Kevin’s incredibly blue eyes shine next to Damien’s blue bodysuit. Technically, the wrestling is second to the narrative in this match, so serious wrestling fans should be cautioned: this is much more aimed at kitsch, superhero, and lycra kinks than it’s directly aimed at wrestling fanatics. But that said, Damien is suffering more convincingly every time I see him. Muscle Master Kevin’s sell of the effortless demigod is almost too convincing. I’m more moved by hot, dominating effort than such a squash that the boy on top would never break a sweat in a million years. But there are enough lingering scissors, chokes, and just enough slams filling up the ring to keep me on board.
Vanquishing the babyface hero
Finally, I want to note that Muscle Domination Wrestling is starting to distinguish themselves as boy geniuses in the business, not for their world class sells, not for a particularly innovative business model, not for production quality… but for vocabulary. There’s a strong whiff of college nerds turned wrestling hunks about this match. What other homoerotic wrestling match do you know of that includes dialogue featuring words such as “dystopia,” “temerity,” and “hubris.” Over the top macho domination and a well-read, $20-word chatter is a sweet combination that makes me smile.
Oh, and back to the narrative, don’t push “stop” when the scene fades to black. There’s a post-script stinger with the appearance of a furry, naked ass getting slipped into gray lycra. A new super character slowly turns, revealing himself, looking like someone who’s ready to pose a new and serious challenge to Super Heel for evil world domination. I smell a season 2!
So far, I’ve heard no word of any BG East boys turning up in an emergency room after being found out as our man inside, the source of these smuggled pics from a recent BG East taping. Whoever you are, I’m wishing you good health and long life, and dinner is my treat if you survive long enough for us to ever meet! For the rest of you, here are the final shots that our man inside has shared from the Florida sunshine.
Drake and Mason look like alligators hungrily eyeing their prey, aka yet-to-be released rookie Ty. Was this poolside scene all about between-match fun, or was there some sort of Wet ‘n’ Wild free for all caught on motion camera? It seems we’ll have to wait and see.
I’m thrilled to see that Skrapper was also on site, looking hunkier than ever and in need of a certain blogger to liberally lather him up with suntan lotion. I’ve said it before, and I’ll say it again: pound for pound, I think Skrapper may be the most potent and fiercest homoerotic wrestler ever caught on camera. And a Miami Vice five o’clock shadow makes him look even sexier!
It doesn’t surprise me at all to see that Skrapper draws a crowd, and rookie-on-fire Trey Dixon looks like an ideal candidate to meet the buzz saw that is Skrapper on the mats.
I don’t know what it says about our mystery man inside that the most frequently photographed hunk in this batch of contraband photos is the thinking man’s homoerotic wrestler, Mason Brooks. Strike that. I do know that it says that our man inside has exquisite taste in rookie hunks. However, I still don’t know what it says about the identity of the man behind the camera.
Mason’s pecs are looking meatier and meatier, and I assume I don’t need to point out yet again just how sexy his nipples are. You don’t have an option to vote for “Best Nipples” in the BG East Year End Awards poll, so I’m unilaterally declaring Mason the winner. Deal with it.
I believe our secret photog also has a thing for luscious preview-hottie, Ty, because his hot, bronzed body shows up a whole lot as well. My guess is that the upperclassmen were lined up for their shot at this beautiful babyface. I hope that he’s tougher than he looks, because with the other cast of characters on hand, there’s a whole heap of hurtin’ in store for this beauty.
The shadows and low-def resolution on this final pic leave me guessing, but I’m pretty sure that this is Drake Marcosand Skrapper in what appears to be a tongue wrestling match. Or they may have just recreated the spaghetti scene from Lady and the Tramp (any ideas which is the Tramp?). Or they both have new tongue piercings that just got entangled. I’m just not certain.
These smuggled behind-the-scenes pics of BG East boys probably raise more questions than they answer, but it’s a thrill to see a hint of what’s yet to be revealed from BG East. To our man inside, our sincere thanks, and I’m serious about dinner being on me… if you dare reveal your identity!
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