There’s a new set of nipples in town: Felipe Von Borstel
Have you seen Socialite Life’s Male Model spotlightfor today? Felipe Von Borstel is 6 feet tall, Brazilian, and I’m fixated by his nipples. Seriously, I haven’t been as enthralled with a pair of sexy nipples since I first saw Mason Brooksstep into the BG East Gazebo.
Mason Brooks and his mesmerizing nipples!
Hellfire, Felipe, headlights like those are absolutely screaming for full-throated attention in a homoerotic wrestling ring! Somebody quick, sign this babyface beauty to a lifetime contract and put that sweet ass in low cut, tear-away trunks, because there’s pec torture and nipple play just begging to happen, and throw in some screams of agony in Portuguese, and I promise this boy will be a best seller in seconds flat!
Screw dancing. Get beefcake pin-up boy Ben Cohen in a wrestling ring!!!
Rugby veteran, LGBT ally, and all around stunning beefcake Ben Cohen is reportedly making everyone swoonon the British version of Dancing with the Stars. Damn, there’s a particularly hard to reach spot that few can scratch quite like a hot, pumped, hairy rugby hunk like Ben. He’s tagged at 6’2″ and 227 pounds, and I’ll go out on a limb and say that those precise numbers have never looked as good on another body.
This is not the first time I’ve been caught joining in the mass swoonthat seems to swell in big Ben’s wake. And like every object of lust that grabs my attention, it’s guaranteed that he’s instantly transported into a homoerotic wrestling fantasy of mine.
Too, too pretty Tom Brady went pec-to-pec against Ben Cohen in my homoerotic wrestling imagination.
In Ben’s case, he was featured in the “All-Stars” division of my Producer’s Ringseries, competing to make the transition from sports superstar to Hollywood actor. As in every PR story I’ve written, Ben’s promise as a fan favorite actor is gauged entirely upon his capacity to both crush a homoerotic wrestling opponent and look good doing it. In Ben’s case, he faced American footballer and fashion model wannabe, Tom Brady. Brady is ridiculously pretty, which 4 times out of 5 translates to serious doom in professional wrestling (9 times out of 10 in my particular homoerotic imagination). In the imagined battle between Ben and Tom, the American has a couple of inches in height over the Rugby stud, but they’re pretty damn close to the same weight (translation: nasty, high impact battle of the big boys!). Tom is accustomed to having wealth and success shoved in his face, so imagine his surprise when it’s Ben’s meat-packed, sweaty jock strap that’s slapping the pretty boy’s cheeks. Tom mounts a modicum of offense to make this barely not a squash, but there’s nothing but big Ben pounding the living shit out of the quarterback morning, noon and night. And there’s a standing headscissors transitioning to an inverted, reverse bearhug, so counting up the fantasy favorites of mine in that match requires a calculator.
I don’t know if that glitter is digestible, but that gorgeously muscled physique is 100% lickable!
On DWTS, Ben is playing to his fan base by dancing shirtless, with a little body glitter to accentuate the sweaty lather the big boy works up on the dance floor. Sweet Jeebus, that body glitter better be edible, because if my tongue was within striking distance of that glistening, furry body and, in particular, those hypnotizing nips, Ben Cohen would be pinned to his back and licked from head to toe before he knew what hit him. UK readers, I trust you’re voting for Ben, because I’m hoping to see more shots like this in the coming weeks!
One of the more competitive polls around neverland, last week’s Friday Fashion vote tilted, in the end, for gorgeous muscleboy Kash Satal as having worn those pouch-tastic orange, black, and white N2N trunks best in Can-Am’s Wrestle Bait. He beat out fellow Wrestle Bait fighter, Patrick Bateman, by just 5 votes. I have to agree with the majority on this one, because damn… damn!…. Kash looks insanely sexy in, and then out of, these trunks!
Tory Mason cannot wait to put mighty Kash out and peel those trunks off!
This week, I’m going old school with a recurring pair of memorable trunks worn by 3 hunks from the earlier years of BG East. Metallic finish, rainbow colors, these are not trunks that just anyone can pull off. Personally, however, I think all three of these studs are simply stunning in them, but the question remains: who wore it best? Consider the options, and then vote below.
Shane McCall was rookie of the year in his day, hot, horny and hairy, he dazzled with pride in these trunks in BG East’s Wrestle Fest 2 as well as Ringwars 3.Mikey Vee quite literally stuns every time he climbs into the ring or steps on the mat, but his fashion may have never stunned quite so much as when the deeply dangerous hunk climbed into the ring in these beauties in Hunk Bash 6.These eye-catching trunks didn’t bring Ken Decker nearly the luck that they did for Mikey and Shane, when this hardbodied beast found himself conquered, crushed, and stripped bare in Demolition 4. But the question is not which wrestler won, but who wore it best!?
Who are you dressing up as for Halloween? I thought long and hard about it, and I decided to shave my head, put on a sneer, and wear ass-kicking boots, blue jeans, a black shirt. That’s right, for Halloween, I’m going as…
…Kid Vicious. Sure, nobody at the party will get it. But in the spirit of Kid Vicious, what the fuck do I care? I’ll just sneer and look threatening. Good times guaranteed. Here are some other homoerotic wrestler inspired Halloween characters you might consider.
Don the fatigues and get ready to get crushed as Corporal John Daniels.Costume requiring least fabric: Tie on a loin cloth, look a little feral, and get ready to rumble as Tarzan Tyler Reese.Feeling like a Super Hero? Go as MDW’s Captain Twink. More a Super Villain? Go as MMK’s Super Heel.Then again, if you’re feeling like a supe, you might dare to don the costume of the deadly Black Spider, or the prey he’s about to suck dry, Blue Lightning.Then again, the superhero homoerotic wrestler field is huge! Try one of the Hard Heroes.Can’t decide which Hard Hero? May I recommend Steven Shannon’s character Omega, spandex ripped off around the crotch and wrists and ankles tied?You could dress as one of the Superstuds: The Capture boys, my favorite being, of course, bare chested Titanium (Lincoln Lode).How about the collegiate superhero look? Like one of the (doomed) hotties in tights from The Academy: Super Studs School.My vote for most inspired homoerotic wrestler-inspired Halloween costume would be the stud who dresses as Joshua Goodman (that’s Mr. Joshua to you!), also known as “The Crotch Monster.”Vying for most-inspired would be Son of Crotch Monster, aka, Pretty Pete Sharp
I keep thinking that I’ve run out of sexy Trees of Woe to feature for my alliterative Wednesday post, but alas and again, another assortment to amuse the aficionado of the application of this hot hold.
Kid Leopard demonstrates woe from multiple angles on hunky, hung, hung-out-to-dry Ken Decker in BG East’s Demolition 4.Dick the Prick has muscle hunk Casey Cutler right where I want him as he grinds waves of woe in BG East’s Ring Wars 3.
The source of endless woe, Brooklyn Bodywrecker digs his elbow deep into trapped Mark Nelson in BG East’s Demolition 3.Jonny Firestorm first holds Zach Zilver suspended by his hair in a ToW, then let’s go, pounding the twink’s head into the mat in BG East’s Demolition 10.Who here wouldn’t trade places with young Patrick Donovan, trussed up so sweetly in a ToW and then finding hot young hunk Brad Rochelle’s muscled ass resting on your face?! It’s in BG East’s Wrestlefest 2!
Am I the only one around here whose blood pumps a little faster when a wrestler yanks on his opponent’s trunks? No, of course I’m not. I bet I’m not even the only one who’s poured over stills of trunk pulling to catch a glimpse of what’s hidden on some of the demure hunks of homoerotic wrestling who otherwise have not (yet) put their junk on display in the ring. So here are some Tuesday Trunk Pulls to give you a little leverage on your work week.
Hottest trunk pull ever? Possibly. Hunky rookie (years later, now Homoerotic Wrestler of the Month) Brad Rochelle is firmly in the control of vicious heel Mikey Vee in BG East’s Fantasymen 17.Aryx Quinn generously gives us just a glimpse of the monster (and his collar) that lurks beneath the trunks of Joshua Goodman (that’s Mr. Joshua to you!) in BG East’s Ring Hunks 1.Before I’d seen Mitch’s full monty, Cole Cassidy’s trunk pull had me apoplectic to see more and more of the gorgeous stud’s topography in BG East’s Ring Wars 15.Jonny Firestorm demonstrates the mastery and beauty of a trunk pull from behind, showing off Austin Raine’s naked ass in BG East’s Wrestlefest 3.Hunky, hairy, dangerous Dark Rogers appears awed by what he unwraps after destroying Jason Ward for stakes in BG East’s Private Bouts 117-120.Come full circle, Dante Rosetti treats Mikey Vee’s insanely gorgeous, muscled ass to a humiliating trunk pull in BG East’s Fantasymen 14.
It’s been years since I sat down and watched an entire mainstream pro wrestling match. The over-the-top corporatization and the steady tilt into homophobic and hypermasculine sub-texts finally lost me. One too many sissy jokes, one too many wrestling producers running for Senate as Republicans, a helping too much homoerotic innuendo laced with intense and fearful rage against male-on-male eroticism. I happily peruse the stills that connoisseurs like Joe and Bruno and SP and Wrestling Arsenal share from their continued attentiveness to the genre, relieved to enjoy the beautiful bodies without having to calculate an investment of my time and energy into so much personal ambivalence. But quite recently I think I may have discovered a way to go back to the early days of my infatuation with mainstream pro wrestling: watch it in Spanish.
100% Luchais apparently an Argentine pro wrestling series. I know about 3 words in Spanish (despite having dated a hunk from the Canary Islands for a short time), so this production could be wildly homophobic and socio-politically even more fucked up than the mainstream pro scene here that turned me off long ago. But the beauty of it all is that I’m none the wiser, either way. I can watch the matches on YouTube and just appreciate the spectacle, the characters, the entrances, the marks hit and missed, the athleticism, the narrative, the climax, the denouement.
Beautiful Ron Doxon is brutally mugged as he hangs in the ropes, all of that hotly muscled physique reduced to a quivering mass of impotence and vulnerability.
I’ve got a few favorites from my initial sampling of 100% Lucha. I think Ron Doxon may own me hardest, though he doesn’t appear to be a serious headliner (at least, there are relatively few matches of his I can find). Even with my ignorance of Spanish I can tell his character is that of a bodyguard-by-day-wrestler-by-night. He’s a little wooden, but sometimes hits his marks so fast that he has to stand around a little and wait for his opponent’s to catch up. He’s drop dead gorgeous, with a beautiful, meaty body. The two things that sell me hardest, though, are that 1) he strips out of his suit every time he climbs into the ring (although the dumbass production typically cuts away when he’s doing it), and 2) he almost always gets that luscious, meaty ass of his absolutely handed to him! Holy shit, the body beautiful, physically dangerous, handsome hunk who’s overcome, handled, and humiliated in front of an audience of screaming fans is a plot that can almost never fail to get my engine revving!
Come on, people! Drag this Fabio wannabe around the ring by those ridiculous locks!!!!
Vicente Viloni appears, by the reaction of the announcer and the crowds, to be the #1 heroic face at 100%. He rides up to ringside on a motorcycle. He wrestles in tights, which is less than satisfying, but he’s got a sweet, pumped, beefy torso that makes my mouth water just a bit. It’s that 80’s glam rock hair that puts me over the top with Vicente, though. All that mane is just asking to get that muscle stud dragged around the ring by his frenetic locks! Sadly, I have not scene this scenario played out in his matches. He appears to lose about as many as he wins, but the smiling, the gear, the coif… it all makes me ache to watch the stud get crushed, brutalized even, as the roaring crowds rise to their feet in gaping, stunned silence to watch their hero destroyed before their eyes.
Ricky Dragone is born to crush!
The final 100% boy that grabs me is Ricky Dragone. Again, not as many available matches of his up, but watching that massive bodybuilder fill the ring with those gargantuan shoulders is golden. I haven’t picked up enough of the context to know what his angle is, but with a name like Ricky Dragone, I’m guessing he’s a face. Which is a shame. Because he’d make an outstanding terminator-esque heel.
100% Lucha’s ring announcer needs to find himself ripped, stripped, and initiated into life in the ring after the bell rings!
Finally, I want to mention my significant crush on 100% Lucha’s tall, dark and handsome announcer. I haven’t understood a word he’s said, but I could watch him shout into that microphone for hours. There’s a missed opportunity as long as no one rips his suit coat and shirt off and drags his gorgeous face into the fray.
I’ve got a hunch that 100% Lucha is no more enlightened or politically palatable than the mainstream wrestling empires in the states. I wouldn’t be surprised in the least to learn that they prey off of xenophobia and insecure masculinity every bit as much as my domestic fare. But unless someone who speaks the language disabuses me of my ignorance, the beauty is I don’t need to know. I can relive some of that adrenaline pump and infatuation that owned me as an adolescent, without any sociopolitical complications to spoil the mood.
There’s a new superhero in town, and he’s Damien Rush! The new “Super Stud,” who accepted the mantle from retiring Super Stud, Kevin, has only about a 7-second cameo in the opening chapter of Muscle Domination Wrestling’s new serial production, Super Men, but it’s a potent 7-seconds. Damien’s awakened by the sound of the alarm calling him to get out of bed and suit up. We see his hot, hairy pecs, and then just a glimpse of his sweet ass before it’s encased in spandex. But Super Stud v. 2.0 must wait for another day, because this introductory chapter to MDW’s Super Men has other fish to fry.
Kevin indulges a drooling fanatic who wants to know more about extraterrestrial, skin tight, muscle hugging leather outfits.
The original Super Stud, now retired, is Kevin. An awestruck and somewhat lustfully admiring ambush journalist catches Kev as he arrives at work one day for some backstory. Kevin explains that he literally passed the mantle to the new Super Stud in order to devote his full attention to his business interests around the world. “I have all your action figures!” the journalist behind the camera gushes like a true fan, “and your outfits!” Kev indulges the drooling fan with a brief, unscheduled interview, remarking on the extraterrestrial origins of his high tech super suit that he’s passed along to the new Super Stud. “Ooooo,” the journalist swoons a little at the description of the skin tight outfit, “that must be special leather! Mmmmmmm….”
Captain Twink momentarily dominates the mind controlling super villain.
Unbeknownst to Kevin, the devilish machinations of super villainy are at that very moment plotting to not only suck him back into the arena of supes, but to pervert his upstanding, straight as an arrow, moral high ground convictions and transform him into a new breed of unstoppable super villain. The masked villain with the plan is cruel and manipulative. He can stop time and bend a mortal’s will with nothing but his super mind. He’s taken another superhero’s girlfriend hostage, and uses her to force muscle bulging Captain Twink to lure Kevin into his trap. Sure, it’s a little complicated, but establishing backstory for an audience craving homoerotic wrestling action is always a thankless task. Trust me.
Super Heel is born.
Unfortunately for the masked villain, his plan goes awry the moment he slips Kevin some alpha-catalyst. Kevin does, indeed, lose control of his power and emerge in a black and silver negative image of his superhero suit. He is, indeed, filled with a lust to destroy all forces of good. However, he isn’t in any mood to share the conquest, and his first crushing blow is delivered to the villain who brought this monster to life in the first place.
Captain Twink did not see this coming!
But the homoerotic wrestling scenario is really all about this new Super Heel practicing the art of destruction on hapless, helpless, lusciously vulnerable muscleman, Captain Twink. Regular fans of MDW will recognize the actor immediately. He’s been bashed and battered over and over by MDW’s stable of heels for seasons on end now. But holy shit in the bathwater, that luscious bubble butt and massive crotch package he’s smuggling have never looked as mouthwatering as when they’re suction-packed inside metallic blue spandex!
Alpha-suped Super Heel flings a hapless Captain Twink from corner to corner with the barest of efforts.
The wrestling is nothing but an unmitigated squash from start to finish. Captain Twink never lays a hand on the Super Heel. Kev instantly makes it his mission to rip the Cap’n’s spandex supersuit from his hot body (thus instantly owning me as a Super Heel fan). The boys sell high impact crushing, stomping, and especially the throwing with considerably more skill than they deliver their lines. Not hating here, just observing that no one, with the possible exception of Damien, is going to be nominated for an Oscar for their performances thus far in Super Men. But this will not be news to the MDW boys, so I’m not too worried about hurting their feelings.
Captain Twink can do nothing but display his gorgeous, spandex encased bulges as Super Heel slowly rips him, and his outfit, to pieces.
What MDW continues to perfect is the wholesale, all-in, ruthlessly earnest sell, and they bring that spirit to Super Men with a vengeance. They have a reason (other than to titillate) for Super Heel to slowly, but surely, rip the spandex off of Captain Twink’s suffering body. And suffering, the Cap’n does! Screams, wails, dips into and out of consciousness, Captain Twink is the epitome of gorgeous, muscled power crushed and made completely impotent. He’s broken, bloodied, and left for dead before Super Heel is quite done, but the final stroke is the Cap’n’s unmasking, with a flexing, crowing, infinitely monologuing Super Heel promising to both kill Captain Twink’s sister and systematically destroy and unmask all of the remaining superheroes left in the world.
Captain Twink conquered and unmasked by the super-maniacal Super Heel.
Kevin and the MDW boys are having some fun, and it shows, and it’s delightful to watch. There’s a promise of a through-story. There’s a full on commitment to a narrative. And there’s rip-n-strip muscle squash wrestling. I’ve long argued for more through-stories in homoerotic wrestling, and I’m pleased as punch to see MDW take up the challenge and bring their sickly creative imaginations to the drawing board. Don’t be too hard on them for production quality or acting chops, because, as far as I know, these aren’t Julliard trained thespians. They’re hunky, handsome, ripped homoerotic wrestlers who like to tickle fans’ sensitive spots, tweak both our kinks and our craving for novelty, and deliver enthusiastically packaged homoerotic wrestling drama.
Super Stud v. 2.0 may be about to wake up to a terrifying nightmare!
Now, when Super Heel starts to peel his vanquished foes’ spandex right off all their bulges, then those awards are going to start pouring in, I promise you!
I harbor a well-known and oft-analyzed infatuation with the hunks of television news. Actually, I don’t think it’s much of a mystery that television news has been sexing things up, including promoting hot hunks of eye candy to be lusted over while ostensibly being informed of world events. A couple of my favorite newsboy crushes came across my desk in the last couple of days, reminding me of some of my fondest homoerotic wrestling fantasies.
Kenneth in 212 shares my infatuation with ABC’s weekend anchor and Abercrombie poster boy, David Muir. Here’s a random shot of Muir’s beautiful, bulging arms, for which I have (and Kenneth provides) zero context, but who the hell cares? Picture those guns locked and loaded around the waist of Carter Evans in a vicious pro wrestling ring battle in my homoerotic wrestling imagination!
Muir also recently had a piece in which he flew to Ethiopia with an eye doctor and granted impoverished, blind Ethiopians a gift beyond their wildest dreams: to open their eyes and have the first thing they’ve ever seen be his smiling, gorgeous face. Fuck, I’m jealous of impoverished, blind Ethiopians!
David shows off more of those naked arms, making weeping Ethiopian post-op children somehow become background for my lustful fantasies. I know, that’s fucking messed up, and I blame the commercialization of network news entirely. Those sick bastards.
Now that you’re remembering the warm feeling that I (perhaps you) get when David Muir wears a deep v-neck, short sleeve t-shirt, let’s up the ante with a more specialized taste in newsboys: my longstanding infatuation with Carter Evans.
Carter recently posted this clip of him surfing, (one of 2) from the point of view of the nose of his surfboard, letting us watch this hot stud get soaked in a wet suit and look smooth as butter working his board.
Baby, look at that ass as he squats low and rides that wave.
And when that motherfucker runs into him mid-ride about halfway through the clip, watch him throw the fucker over the top of the wave without so much as needing to adjust his stance as he just keeps riding. Damn, that boy’s alpha!
If you haven’t been paying attention, scenes like this have inspired appearances from both Muir and Evans in my homoerotic wrestling fiction series, Producer’s Ring, which features an entire subplot devoted to my lustful imaginings of what the increasingly beautiful boys of news could do if homoerotic wrestling ruled the world. In fact, considering Carter’s clear beach proclivities, how unknowingly appropriate it was that I set his first foray into homoerotic wrestling on the beach.
Last Friday’s “Who Wore It Best” poll posed a quandary that I wrestle with daily: Lon Dumontor Kid Karisma? Lon has owned my favorite homoerotic wrestler title for quite some time now, and granting me the opportunity to sit down with him over a massive chunk of chocolate cake and try not to creep him out too much with my fanaticism makes me think his grip on #1 is secure for a while yet. Then again, Kid Karisma’s ass….!?! Well, the decisionpoint for neverland viewers evaluating who wore those unmistakable pink and black trunks best was much more decisive than I am in choosing between which of these two studs turns me on hardest. The vote broke over 63% (60 votes) for Kid K, leaving lucious Lon with 24%. Oh, yeah, that big, hard muscle stud Justin LeBeau accounted for the other 12% or so, but he never came close to being competitive in this vote. So I’ll continue to agonize over the Lon versus Kid Karisma battle for my lustful adorations, but here and now, neverland readers unquestionably tap Kid K as having worn the pink and black best.
Today’s focus on Friday Fashions takes us over to Can-Am. In recent years, a certain collection of N2N bodywear had repeatedly show up in several productions. The appeal is pretty straightforward. The color and cut accentuate the pouch, centering attention on a hunk’s cock as he barrels into homoerotic wrestling action. They come in a variety of color combinations, but today’s fashion poll focus specifically on the orange and black trunks that have graced at least three homoerotic wrestlers than I can find, 2 of whom have the audacity to show up to the same set wearing them! If ever there was a need for a “Who Wore It Best,” clearly these pendulous pumpdaddies are it. So check out the boys below, and decide who you think wore it best by voting in the poll at the bottom of this post.
Poncharelli bulges, his sexy tan lines visible as he barely squeezes into these trunks competing in Can-Am’s Hollywood Fight Club.Patrick Bateman looks pouty as he checks out the jailhouse toilets where he sports the same N2N trunks in fuck-stakes wrestling (at gunpoint, no less) in Can-Am’s Wrestle Bait.Imagine muscle stud Kash Satal’s shock to find someone else already on set of Wrestle Baitwearing the same eye-catching, bulge-sucking, seam-stretching gear! But, who wore it best!?
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