It was a relatively close contest between Attila Dynasty and Lou Terassi with regard to who you thought wore those pastel pink undies best. Polls here at neverland are frequently blow outs, but Attila took the popular vote with about 60%. Now let’s see Lou and Attila in the ring in a finish-to-start match, with the boys starting out naked and wrestling to see who gets to walk out of the ring room wearing the aforementioned gear. Who’s with me?!
Attila Dynasty’s trunks always have to work overtime.
Today’s Friday Fashion poll is a rare cross-production contest. N2N has been making eye catching undergear that’s been a favorite choice at Can-Am. However, a few of the BG East boys have sported N2N gear as well. Take, for example, These biker shorts from N2N. Blue, orange, and muscle sucking sexiness all over, they look like they’re painted on Rusty Stevens. But damn it all, if they don’t look like they’re painted on and aching to get ripped off UK motel battler Darren Madison, as well! It’s another veteran heel going head-to-head with a achingly fresh faced rookie. I think they both wear the fuck out of these trunks, but who do you think wore it best? You know the drill: check out your options and then vote below.
Rusty Stevens squared off in these N2N biker shorts against Aryx Quinn in Can-Am’s Arena 2.Darren Madison squeezed so many gorgeous bulges inside the very same biker shorts in BG East’s Motel Madness UK: New Breed?
It’s the day designated for expressing thanks. I certainly have a boatload of things, people, and moments to be thankful for. But as a departure from always talking about what I like, I think today I’ll just share some choice pics of homoerotic wrestlers who give every impression of being caught right at the moment of thanking their lucky stars. Happy day, y’all.
Randy Stanton was the luckiest son of a bitch on the planet when Joshua Goodman (that’s Mr. Joshua to you!) gave him the chance to wrestle for the greatly coveted secret look at what Mr. J is packing in his trunks! BG East’s Matmen 21.Sebastian Rios worships at the feet, the cock, the ass… well, everything of oiled and insanely luscious Rafe Sanchez (mmmmm…. Rafe….). BG East’s X-Fights 32: Caribbean Oil.Peter Stallion similarly looks like he may be thanking a higher power for his all access pass to Rafe (mmmmm…. Rafe….). BG East’s Wrestle Worship 1.Two musclemen battle for the adoration of muscle worshipper Randy Dowell, who cannot believe his luck! Wrestle Worship 2: Triple Emission.When is Canadian Thanksgiving? I think it’s right around the moment that Ben Monaco gets his hands on the furry, massive pecs of newbie Alain LeClair. BG East’s Mat Scraps 2.Rookie Frank Daly is in for a marathon of brutality and viscousness, and you can tell from the look on his face that he wouldn’t have it any other way! BG East’s X-Fights 27.What’s LJL to do when he finds himself commanded to worship Damien Rush’s muscles? Thank his lucky stars! BG East’s Backyard Brawls 8.Paul Lasalle gets to freeze frame the ring action in real life, so he gets down on his knees, strips frozen Buck Wyld of his trunks, squeezes that incredible ass, and thanks the homoerotic wrestling gods! Can-Am’s Fantasy Pro Wrestling.Win? Lose? What the fuck ever! Landon Mycles drops to one knee and silently prays a word of thanks for the chance to get his hands all over Michael Vineland. Can-Am’s Pro Sex Fight 1.On his knees and worshiping the physique of Kevin Crowes, Rusty Stevens is one thankful homoerotic wrestler! Can-Am’s Pro Sex Fight 4.Buck
Jake Jenkins is supremely equipped to wreck rookies.
Personally, I’m entirely supportive of Jake Jenkins developing a specialty in rookie wrecking. Sure, it seems like only yesterday the gorgeous quadruple threat (dazzling beauty, devastating mat skills, dangerous ring skills, and demolishing MMA moves) was starring in his own Ripped Rookies sweat bath match against friendly rival golden boy Austin Cooper. But there’s always been something seasoned and grounded about Jake’s confidence. It’s not as if Jake can’t compete with (hell, dominate!) in the deep end of the pool, but he sure looks like he’s never having more fun than when breaking in, breaking down, and humiliating a baby faced rookie. Now that it seems like he’s developed a taste for humbling and hurting beautiful newbies, I think Jake is really coming into his own. Take, for example, his total mastery of beautiful muscleboy Kip Sorell in BG East’s new release, Backyard Brawls 8.
Kip Sorell could well be the prettiest thing to come along since Rio Garza.
First, a word about said rookie, Kip. Actually, I have a strong feeling that this will just be the first of many, many words to be said about Kip, because this heavenly body has an instant and irresistible gravitational pull. Let me start with the face, because if I start elsewhere, I’m likely to get too distracted to remember to mention that this kid has made-for-tv-movies Hollywood handsomeness that makes me count my lucky stars that he showed up on the doorstep of BG East. The leading man jawline, the button nose, the full eyebrows to compliment the shaggy mane of hair… it all adds up to Kip being an intoxicating mix of boy-next-door meets Chippendale dancer. I’ve got $10 for the first BG East wrestler to tongue wrestle this virginal slut (metaphorically speaking… about the “virginal slut,” not the $10!).
“You know, I feel like this just doesn’t hurt you enough,” Jake muses.
It’s Kip’s picture perfect physique that plays the starring role in the narrative of his Backyard Brawls 8 match. Even Jake gives the sculpted rookie credit as they approach the mats. “You look pretty big there,” the veteran acknowledges. “I have to admit, I’m a little scared to wrestle you.” There are two possible explanations for this stunningly self-deprecating maneuver from Jake. First, he’s genuinely scared. If I saw a specimen of muscle and conditioning like Kip coming at me aggressively, I’d probably be scared (oh, fuck that, I’d be full aroused and ready to grab hold with every appendage I’ve got). But the second possibility, the one I’m more inclined to believe, is that Jake is fucking with the kid’s head. If that’s the case, it works. Kip grins, a little embarrassed, struggling with a comeback, trying to gauge what an appropriate game face looks like when your opponent, who has the reputation for demolishing opponents, pays you an instant compliment. Not 20 seconds later, and Jake has the rookie pounded into the mat and screaming in agony. Yeah, right. Jake was really scared.
“Oh, haven’t had enough yet?” Jake asks. “Of course I haven’t!” Kip spits back angrily. “You seem awfully confident for someone getting your ass kicked,” the veteran smirks back.
I don’t think I’ve ever seen Jake smile as much during a match as he does picking apart Kip’s mouthwatering carcass. “Yeah, you got all those muscles. Well, so do I. And mine look better!” Jake boasts. There are wrestling fans who would quibble with this proclamation. As for me, I’d worship Jake’s body morning, noon and night, but arguably, Kip Sorrel’s conditioning, size and raw strength are probably, objectively, superior. But when Kip is tied up like a pretzel, every joint getting ripped apart, screaming in agony, and his opponent is grinning from ear to ear, barely breathing hard, and flexing for the camera with his free arm (because it doesn’t even take him two hands), Kip is in no position to argue.
“Hey, bro, why even work out? Just stay at home!”
Sweet mother of god, Jake tortures the rookie with a command and expertise that’s like crack cocaine to a wrestling fanatic like me. Every lickable inch of the physique-star rookie is displayed by his tormentor for our delight. Kip spends an eternity, multiple times, getting his crotch ripped open wide, his taut hamstrings quivering, his trunks threatening to either rip apart at the seams or simply stretch past the point of fully covering up what they’re designed to cover. I think there’s got to be a market for a voyeur’s choice match, where a randy fan/blogger gets to step in at a moment like this and get his hands and lips all over the captured, helpless body being owned (write your favorite wrestling producer and recommend this!).
“Those legs are stronger than I thought,” Jake concedes. Kip crows right back, “I’ve been saving them up for you!”
Jake gets cocky. Hell, Jake is cocky and backing it up from 3 seconds out of the starting gate, but there’s a particular moment when he’s leaning in a little too close, pausing just a little too long as he licks his lips trying to decide what method of corporal punishment to deliver to Kip next, when like a bear trap, the rookie’s thighs snap shut around the veteran’s head. Holy shit, watching Kip’s handsome face grow a sideways smirk in self-congratulations as he makes Jake suffer extremely long, and extremely hard, is astonishingly arousing! “Now I’m having all the fun,” Kip coos, flexing, stretching, doing push ups, and being an all around taunting bully. Those legs of his, taut, ripped, flexed like a bundle of steel cables, are unbelievable. Can you imagine how dangerous this kid could be with some training and experience!?
“Now I’m having all the fun!”
However, Kip Sorell lacks training and experience. And after milking out a humiliating submission with those phenomenal thighs, he makes the mistake of trying to rub it in with a crotch-in-your-face schoolboy pin 3-count. Now, I’d pay this stunner a healthy day’s wages to sit right there on my chest for hours on end, but Jake is not me. Like the monkey boy Kid Karisma knows that he is, Jake hooks the rook’s underarms with his feet and absolutely launches the kid flying several feet into the air and off of Jake’s chest. Kip is laughing, still slapping himself on that perfect v-shaped back for the submission, and either not noticing or not taking seriously just how pissed Jake is at the gratuitous post-submission humiliation. Rookies… (smh).
“Come on, scream just a little bit louder. I’ll make you, dude!”
The banter in this bout is top notch, best I’ve ever heard from Jake. “Come on, scream just a little bit louder,” he demands, grinning ear to ear as he instantly has the rookie compromised again. “I’ll make you, dude! Come on, just two words, and it’s all over. You know the words!” Kip is a tough son of a bitch, and all of those fantastic muscles soak up a truly incredible quantity of punishment before he submits again. But he submits again, don’t doubt it for a second. “This is a lot easier than I thought it would be,” Jake snarls with contempt. “Hey, bro, why do you even work out? Just stay home!” Um… shut up Jake. The rook is entirely, vulnerably, pristinely perfect, just the way he is (trapped there, screaming between your lightly hairy thighs).
“That’s the last thing you’re going to see before you go to sleep!”
The initial playful respect and give and take give way to Jake unveiling a seriously sadistic side. He pins the ripped rookie again. He forces another submission. He drags him to his feet by that mop of pretty hair and then slams him back down at will, beating the air out of his lungs and last ounce of strength from those lovely muscles. “And to top it off, I don’t really like you too much!” Jake spits, sliding his dangerous legs around the rookie’s throat and slowly sliding them into place for an intimate, crotch-pillowed figure-4 sleeper. The smiling rookie leans over and shoves his tattooed right bicep in front of Kip’s dazed face. “That’s right. Struggle,” Jake taunts. “See that? That’s the last thing you’re going to see before you go to sleep.”
Jake Jenkins, C.R.W. (certified rookie wrecker)
Jake Jenkins is a certified rookie wrecker, and he loves his job with a passion. The delight he takes in force-feeding the bulging pretty boy rookie the turf is simply awesome. The contortions he puts Kip Sorell through do the double duty of making the newbie scream and submit AND forcing Kip’s magnificent, muscled ass to repeatedly struggle free from being entirely contained by his sexy trunks. Jake does not win the $10 I’m offering for the first wrestler to apply a lip lock to Kip Sorell, but short of that, this is a picture perfect match. And Kip may not have won Jake’s respect, but holy hell, no one else is going to mistake the obvious truth that this kid can swallow mass quantities of punishment and keep coming back for more.
Jake Jenkins appears to me to be working on cornering the market when it comes to wrecking rookies. His most recent appearance at Rock Hard Wrestling, returning to that arena after a notable absence, pits him against Ryan Gosling’s little brother, teenage bodybuilder Matt Engel, in a match aptly named, Jake’s Surprise.
Jake is leaner, less bulging and pumped than we’ve seen him in the past, but that does nothing to dent just how damn sexy this stud is! “So you’re the new guy,” he grins, facing the ripped rookie across the ring. “I’ve been waiting to get my chance to take a shot at you. I’ve heard a little bit about you,” Jake grins.
What has Jake heard? We never hear that part of the backstory. My hunch, though, is that everyone who’s ever laid eyes on Matt Engel is talking about that baby, baby face, incredibly hot, meaty ass, and AMAZING legs. His calves are phenomenal. “Phenom” could easily be this kid’s moniker, if he manages to do more than just look pretty.
Early going, however, that looks unlikely. Jake fucking owns this kid outright. A side headlock makes the blond boy’s pretty face flush dark red. The follow up bulldog leaves the teen bodybuilder already wobbly, and not a minute and half have gone by yet. A suplex, shoulder blocks into his gut while trapped in the corner, stomped to high heaven… Matt Engel looks an awful lot like a Ken Doll training dummy for a while there.
There’s an intensely hot moment when Matt is obviously seeing stars. He’s flat on his back, with Jake pacing around, landing an occasional stomp, but mostly just enjoying the view in the mirror of himself, flexing over top of the battered muscleboy. I swear to God, there are at least 10 seconds of Matt just staring up, a little awed, hardly minding the gun show exploding above him. Jake drags the kid up by a handful of hair (over and over and over), and then slowly positions all of those beautiful, golden, muscled limbs, cinching him right up in preparation for a suplex. “Say, ‘I’m ready, daddy!'” Jake demands the slack jawed hunk. “Say, ‘I’m ready!'”
You get the impression that Jake could take this muscle kid any day of the week, twice on Sunday. He lands nothing short of a graceful swan dive head butt to the kid’s battered abs that make me gasp. He locks the kid’s knee up nice and tight, wrenching it the wrong way, and then leans back on one elbow, striking a classic Playboy centerfold pose and soaking in the sight of his showboating domination in the mirror on the wall. Letting the bodybuilder go, Jake slaps that damn fine hot ass of Matt’s, adding insult to injury.
“There’s this song I really like,” Jake mutters as he goes to work prying the kid up and slowly wrapping his sweaty muscles around the blond bombshell like a python. “You know what it’s called?” Jake asks. “It’s called,” Jake starts singing… singing, I fucking swear to you… “This is the end.” True enough, the bashed muscleboy is at the end of his rope, and he gives away the first fall submission in a luscious, indulgent abdominal stretch feast for the eyes. Nice work, Jake.
Jake’s got a taste for rookie wrecking, and it’s incredibly hot to watch him take a bite. “Let me hear you scream in pain!” he barks at the muscleboy in the very moment of spinning the stud into a spine snapping Boston crab. The dangerous veteran locks Ryan Gosling’s little brother up in a sweaty, tight head scissors and then does push-ups, humiliating Matt by smashing that pretty face into the mat with each pump of Jake’s shiny pecs.
Okay, Matt has some offense that makes Jake suffer. His wrestling repertoire looks to me to be significantly limited, but what he lacks in ring skill, he makes up for abundantly in delightfully provocative charisma and trash talk. When lovely Matt smiles real big and wide, thrilled by his dominating control of his smaller opponent, he’s got the raw material for a serious star there! Threatening to snap Jake apart at the knee, he slowly nudges the storied star closer and closer to the edge of despair. “I’d let you stand up,” the rookie smirks, landing vicious rabbit punches into the side of Jake’s captured knee, “but you probably can’t right now.”
But there’s one story here, and the promise of a bulging, teenage bodybuilder with limited experience is not it. The real story here is Jake Jenkins fucking loving every minute of torture he inflicts, every decibel of screaming agony he milks out of Matt, every inch of joint wrenching control he works all over those mouthwatering, bulging, beautiful bronzed muscles of Matt Engel. He relishes this match. He cannot get enough of watching the sight of his mastery of this rookie in the mirror. “Watch yourself,” he commands the kid, choking that ripped bod all twisted up in the ropes. “Watch yourself choke!” he barks, forcing Matt to stare at himself being dominated in the mirror.
“I got a special treat for you,” Jake promises, straddling the prone, devastated teen bodybuilder and flexing his sweaty, hunky bod over top of him. “No, it’s not my body,” Jake quips [yes, yes it is, Jake]. No, it’s shockingly decisive, sweetly suffering over-the-knee backbreaker, in which Jake lays muscled Matt out like the Thanksgiving turkey, ready for carving.
I’m a vegetarian, but damn it all if that’s not making my mouth water! But despite Jake crooning like a champ, this is so not the end of Jake’s new release rookie wrecking rampage…
The Sears Christmas catalog would arrive, and I’d spend countless hours combing through the pages of the toys (and underwear) advertisements, my imagination filled with anticipated delights. I’d make a list for Santa, then comb over the pages again and revise my priorities, guess at the optimal constellation of gifts to produce the maximum pleasure. There was something intoxicating about coveting toys and then coveting the underwear models, back and forth.
That’s the next closest thing to a new BG East catalog. Like Friday’s release of 101. Every page makes my blood pump harder, so much anticipated pleasure. Just the anticipation, the tease of a handful of words and accompanying provocative photos, is such a delight! After the mouthwatering taste, but before the full on consummation, there’s such a sweet spot right here, right now. I cannot wait to consume the promises, but then again, the wait is so, so sweet!
Hunky Muscle Mask gets the Aryx treatment in Masked Mayhem 11.My reigning favorite homoerotic wrestler, Lon Dumont, catches my (and Donnie Drake’s) eye in Last Man Standing.Lorenzo “Jake” Lowe obediently worships the ripped body of Damien Rush in Backyard Brawls 8.My mind is blown, and I suspect my crotch is not far behind, by Jonny’s customizable demolition of Drake Marcos in Custom Combat: Drake’s Drubbing.So many world class bulges between Kid Karisma and Pretty Pete Sharp in Kid Karisma’s Wrestler Spotlight.Lane Hartley makes me gasp just seeing his stills as he picks apart body beautiful Z-Man in Pros in Private 10.KIp Sorell and Jake Jenkins. That’s pretty much all that needed to be said to make me dizzy, much less just a glimpse of the preview pics from Backyard Brawls 8.
Yowza! 2-time homoerotic wrestler of the month Denny Cartier spanked Brad Foster’s ass in the last Friday Fashion poll! with over 81% of the vote, Denny obliterated 1-hit wonder Brad as the one who wore trunks best. I’ve long been infatuated with Denny, so you don’t have to convince me, mind you.
The sweatier Denny gets, the sexier those trunks look!
Today you’ve got what I think will be a tougher Friday Fashion choice to make. Two extremely tasty hunks wore the same pair of pink briefs with brown trim, and both boys rocked the look hard. Attila Dynasty or Lou Terassi. Who wore it best? Check out the nominees and then vote below.
Attila Dynasty rocked the powder pink hard in Mat Hunks 9.Lou Terassi grabbed a ton of attention wearing the same pair of trunks out in Undagear 15. But did he wear it best?
The weather is turning chilly here, so sightings of bare thighs are getting harder to come by. Happily, there are homoerotic wrestling archives showing off both the sexiest thighs engaged in their sexiest purpose: homoerotic wrestling. I hope these blogger choice pics warm you up as effectively as they do me!
The sexiest thighs are for (more) crotch-to-face head scissors. BG East’s Gazebo Grapplers 3.
The sexiest thighs are for crushing skulls – BG East’s Wrestle Shack 17.The sexiest thighs are for milking a trapped-in-the-ropes standing head scissors – BG East’s Hunkbash 14.The sexiest thighs are for showing off – BG East’s Bad Dog.The sexiest thighs are for worshipping – Can-Am’s Muscle Match.The sexiest thighs are for comparing whose are bigger – BG East’s Wrestler Spotlight: Aryx Quinn.
I’ve been on a forced hiatus from the blog for a little while, trying to chase deadlines elsewhere in my life. But even with my head down and nose to the grindstone, there was no missing this piece of choice meat in beefcake news from a few days ago. Apparently a couple body beautiful Southern Florida boys wanted to show their team spirit for the Miami Dolphins by stripping down to Dolphin speedos for the game.
WTF?!
Stadium security required the hunks to put their pants on, which is just nuts. It’s fucking Miami. They’re fucking hot! It isn’t difficult to see why the beautiful boys caught a lot of attention at the game and on the internet afterward.
Go team!
This blond on the left could easily be the tattooed younger brother of Thunders Arena’s TAK. The furry bearded muscle boy on the right could easily be the star of my next homoerotic wrestling fantasy! Drag that hot slice of meat up off the mat by those whiskers, baby! Holy shit, sign these two exhibitionists up for a homoerotic tag team match NOW!
Damn it, these boys make me want to like football! And I, in turn, really want to introduce them to homoerotic wrestling.
There were a total of 102 votes in last week’s Friday Fashion poll, with hunky beefcake Mikey Veeedging out classic favorite Shane McCall by a 42% to 38% margin. Defiled man of steel, Ken Decker, trailed with just 20%, but I say they all looked stunning in those rainbow trunks. However, Friday Fashion is mostly about what you think, and you (collectively) voted Mikey Vee as the one who wore it best. With Mikey’s granite carved glutes, seriously, what doesn’t he wear the fucking hell out of!?
Mikey makes art.
Today’s Friday Fashion poll pits two hot hunks who both wear a distinctive pair of white trunks with a baby blue geometric stripes that, I think, accentuate all the right bulges. Your first option is a one-hit wonder who was apparently so brutalized and beleaguered by BG East classic villain Cruze that he never set foot in the ring again. Achingly beautiful babyface Brad Foster looks like he could melt in your mouth, he’s just that sweet. Talk about a boy next door turns homoerotic pro wrestler! But wait! Boy next door? Sweet enough to melt in your mouth? Achingly beautiful babyface? Aren’t those the exact words necessary to sum up 2-time homoerotic wrestler of the month Denny Cartier!? And aren’t those distinctive, bulge-tastic trunks precisely the gear Denny wore in Leopard’s Lair 4, Mat Hunks 8, and Backyard Brawls 6? Damn straight they are. There’s no denying the fact that Denny wore it more often than Brad. The question is, who wore it best? Check out your options and vote below.
One-hit wonder Brad Foster made a big impression in those white trunks with blue stripes, facing off against brutal Cruze in BG East’s Ringwars 2.Denny Cartier is smolderingly sexy in the same pair of trunks, appearing in BG East’s Leopard’s Lair 4, Mat Hunks 8, and Backyard Brawls 6.
I’m late in anointing a new Homoerotic Wrestler of the Month. I’ll get to it, but in the mean time, let me dedicate this edition of Tuesday Trunk Pulls to the still reigning HWOTM, for the moment, the living legend himself, Brad Rochelle. Trunk pulls get my juices flowing a little faster, particularly when the pull-ee is a hunk with sculpted muscles, boyish innocence, and a telegraphed unlikeliness to venture into the deep end of homoerotic wrestling, where gear gets stripped entirely. The trunk pull teases and titillates, tempting with a glimpse or even just a hint of the beauty beneath the trunks, a treasure that possibly no one may get their hands on in the ring, but nevertheless inspires boundless hopes and fantasies. I think there may be no better ambassador for the power of the trunk pull than epic babyface beauty, Brad Rochelle. In order of his appearances, here are the trunk pulls (delivered and received) of a storied, inspiring career in homoerotic wrestling…
Mikey Vee delivers a stunning scene of displaying Brad’s power and beauty at the moment of being broken, demonstrating that those trunks do come off, even if not within the view of the camera in Fantasymen 17.The very next catalog in which Brad appeared displayed another brutal, beautiful muscle heel, Dante Rosetti, prying Brad’s body out of the corner with a gorgeous trunk pull in order to pound him back again in Hunkbash 5.Brad’s next visit to Hunkbash town (Hunkbash 6) saw his hot, muscled arms trapped in the ropes, giving Joe Mazetti unrestricted access to pound the shit out of Brad’s sculpted abs once more. For better leverage on those blows, Joe yanks on the trunks, stretching the fabric taunt over the contours of Brad’s cock and balls.
When Brad found himself beholden to a patently exploitative employment contract with the Boss, the theme of exploiting Brad’s fantasyman body in endless variations of torture and humiliation led, inevitably, to more violent tugs on his innocent-white gear, such as when Aryx Quinn exposed Brad’s cheeks while tossing him back inside the ring in Contract 3.Thankfully not content with a rear trunk pull, Aryx lined Brad up nice and square with the camera and yanked hard on the front of the babyface’s trunks, giving us what, as far as I can tell, is the only appearance of Brad’s cock in a wrestling match… to date….The brutal demands of The Contract began to take a toll on the infinitely earnest beautiful baby face, leading him to lash out with occasionally underhanded and sadistically humiliating moments of his own, such as Brad’s first trunk pull delivered on Cameron Matthews in Contract 5.At the first sign that Brad was being provoked to lash out against the confines of sportsmanship, The Boss was back in the ring to pound the prettyboy back into submission, exposing Brad’s gorgeous, alabaster cheeks with a nasty, wedgie-inducing trunk pull with a hair pull chaser in Contract 5.
Once Brad turned full on heel in Contract 6, all hell broke loose at BGE the moment that The Boss was out of town. Brad began doling out heaping helpings of the brutality and humiliation he’d suffered for so many years, such as exposing Jed Jamison’s cheeks with a Boss-inspired trunk pull/hair pull combination in Contract 8.Brad seemingly couldn’t get his fingers dug into the gear of his opponent’s fast enough, next working out his frustrations by nearly ripping Braden’s Charron’s briefs apart with a prostate-tickling trunk pull from behind in Contract 8.By Contract 9, Brad clearly had a taste for straining the seams of his hapless opponent’s gear. He literally rips a hole in Steven Thomas’ brutalized trunks, paying forward the humiliating, nasty treatment his gorgeous physique (and gear) had sucked up for so long.In the climactic Contract 10, The Boss took matters into his own hands once again, determined to send the most vaunted jobber in a generation back where he “belongs” while simultaneously demonstrating that Brad’s sweet cheeks never looked sweeter.Proving just how sweet those cheeks are, Brad shows the truest sign of class by letting the wedgie ride, turning the tables on The Boss, and making Kid Leopard himself plant his submissive lips on Brad’s trunk-pulled ass (oh, please, Br’er Fox, don’t throw me in that briar patch!)
Of course, Brad fans and homoerotic wrestling sleuths discovered long ago that, although Brad has never bared all in the ring… yet…. he was featured as a “real man of the month” in Playgirl where he proved that every inch we’ve never seen was just as pretty as every inch we had.
From Playgirl’s Real Man of the Month to neverland’s Homoerotic Wrestler of the Month, Brad Rochelle demonstrates there’s treasure to be found in a trunk pull!
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