No one should try to out-pretty Pretty Pete Sharp without expecting a serious fight. Pete was the overwhelming victor in last week’s Friday Fashion poll, earning 100 votes to Darius‘ 36 votes, decisively owning having worn those baby blue Adidas trunks best. Pete may have had an unfair advantage for having chosen trunks the precise shade of his eyes. And then there’s the gargantuan bulge he’s smuggling down the front of them that’s so very persuasive as well. I still say this probably should have been the year that Joshua Goodman (that’s Mr. Joshua to you!) had to turn over his best bulge title to the beast writhing underneath don’t-call-me-pretty Pretty Pete Sharp’s pouch. His consolation, I suppose, is that he wore it best.
Even Kid Karisma had to take a moment to appreciate how well Pete wore those trunks!
This week’s Friday Fashion poll was spotted by long-time friend of neverland, Jose. Jose noticed that both pre- and post- drenched in sweat, both porn star Rusty Stevens and award winning babyface, Jake Jenkins wore the identical 2xist jock straps. Rusty wore it first in his one and only appearance for BG East, the Breaking Point, making my fondest fantasy come true by giving Mitch Colby everything he’s got, including mountains of trash talk, gallons of sweat, and at least 1/2 a pint of cum. Jake showed up several catalogs later in the same fashion choice, revealed once stunningly beautiful Marco Carlow peeled Jake out of his shorts in Undagear 20. These are two very, very different wrestlers, different looks, different attitudes, different bodies, but they both wore the same gorgeous-ass-framing designer jock. But who wore it best? Vote below.
Porn star god turned hardcore homoerotic wrestler, Rusty Stevens has never failed to look good in anything and, especially, nothing. But when he still had this grey 2xist jock strap on, did he wear it best?There’s a reason this vision of beauty has won the title of top babyface two years running at BG East. But in this fashion contest, he’s up against his stiffest competition yet. He could be the most handsome stud in the stable, but did he wear it best?
I was getting turned on by BG East rookies Ty Alexander and Kayden Hungry-Like-the-Wolf Keller well before I saw their wrestling debut in Raunchy Rookies 7. The achingly pretty newbies were featured in the collection of smuggled behind-the-camera pics that our man inside of a recent BG East taping shared anonymously a couple of months ago. Based on nothing but that first stolen glance, I had Ty pegged as an earnest as hell babyface with a strong probability of getting trounced, and I assessed Kayden as a deceptively pretty babyface who could shock and awe if he sells his soul to the dark side.
Rookie Kayden Keller – 6’2″, 175 lbs
Now that Raunchy Rookies 7 is officially released, I’m happy to report both that I nailed it and, on the other hand, was completely blindsided by this fresh meat. First of all, when you see a bottle tan young thing stretching out nervously in the ring for the first time wearing pink and white trunks with white wristbands, there’s typically a whole mountain of crushing hurt about to come crashing down on him. Kayden knows it too, when he strolls up to ringside and smirks at adorable Ty looking nothing short of vulnerable in the middle of the ring all by himself. And sure enough, Kayden takes the initiative, muscling pretty Ty into a corner and taking a jab at his balls and landing a nasty slap across the face. At that point in the story, I was thinking to myself, nailed it.
Ty turns the tables on the bearded badboy.
Then out of the blue, Ty Alexander opens up a can of whoop ass! I mean, seriously, where was he hiding that can, because it comes out of nowhere! He clotheslines the ominously bearded badboy and then proceeds to scoop slam the lean stud repeatedly. With authority. Total confidence. Blows me away! Ty isn’t an ounce less pretty, tanned, or pink clad, but there’s a practiced focus and intentionality about his opening flurry of offense that makes me think I’m looking at this kid for the first time all of the sudden!
Kayden can barely scrape himself off the mat when Ty knocks him down hard and takes advantage of the stunned stud.
And further rocking my world, Kayden is HURTING! I mean, of course he’s hurting because he’s getting the fuck slammed out of his lower back over and over, but the suffering is palpably pulsing off of his sweet rookie body. I’m certain I’ve seen rookies dressed in black who are far less ready to tell the story of getting the wind knocked out of them and being shocked to find themselves kneeling at the feet of a bright and shiny pink package. But Kayden sells it with commitment, getting the wind knocked out of him and getting manhandled commandingly.
Kayden grabs the momentum back and likes the feel of being in the driver’s seat.
When the tide turns, I’m back to patting myself on the back and thinking, nailed it! Sweet Ty absolutely withers when fierce young Kayden gets a head of steam behind him. Perhaps if it were just an athletic contest, Ty would have more to show for himself as the minutes pass, but Kayden is instantly attacking his crotch, yanking on his trunks, and making Ty melt under surprisingly carefully measured doses of sexy stroking and brutal beating.
Kayden sets up yet another breathtaking crotch-claw suplex!
However, then when Kayden begins an incredibly long series of crotch claw suplexes, I’m back to thinking, holy hell, these are rookies!? These crotch claw suplexes have to been seen to be really appreciated. Kayden has one hand latched like a vice around Ty’s balls, and without releasing his grip, lifts unlucky Ty up off his feet, head over heels, and suplexes the young stud hard into the middle of the ring with his claw still attached! Damn, damn, damn that’s both brutal and incredible to watch! I confess that I had a few moments of wondering if Ty’s sac was going to survive this match intact.
It’s called raunchy for a reason.
The title of the release is Raunchy Rookies, of course, so we cannot be surprised to learn that these newbies get naked and sexy as hell. What does surprise me is, again, the all-in commitment these two brand new boys throw into it. Kayden is pulling off a mixture of Kid Viciousand Kid Leopard(don’t try that at home!), playing brutalized Ty like a player piano. He’s cruel, then suddenly consumed with passion, and somehow the passion is merely another means of delivering cruelty. Sorry for the spoiler, but Ty is down for the count no more than about halfway through the running time of this match. But I’m not sorry to say you’ve got to see these sweaty, entirely aroused, ravenous young hunks play out the drama of domination and power, submission and vulnerability, asserting over and over the sexy truth that Kayden has got Ty’s number – in combat, in foreplay, in sexual domination.
Somebody needs to call up Jonah Richards and order me a raunchy stripper gram.
Let me give a nod to the B side of RR7 when I say that Jonah Richards and Ken Okeda are mouthwatering, if not as raunchy. There’s a clumsiness and awkwardness about them that’s like the bouquet of a fine wine best not aged a day longer to fans of the unexpected sexiness of raunchy rookies. I think I’d like to hire Jonah to be the stripper at my bachelor party, once I’ve taken the blue pill and handed over my soul to being co-opted into the illusion that I want a straight marriage with my homopartner to make me a full citizen. But for over the top raunchy rookie delight, surprise, and mature-beyond-their-ages salesmanship, Ty Alexander and Kayden Keller heat up the screen just about as hot as I think I’ve ever seen a double debut ever do. Nice work, boys!
Things are on a steady boil over at Eye of the Cyclone, where you can get your wrestling superhero fix in any number of different scenarios. Their most recent weekly update included some new profile photos of Astro-Ninja, who is currently in extreme jeopardy in the serial titled “Jewel in the Dark.”
The mysterious, tightly packed muscle twink hero, Astro-Ninja
Astro-Ninja is described as “a masked soldier drone from the stars.” In addition to having the superpower to throw “astro light stars” from his fingertips as weapons, he also has superhero fighting abilities and superhero stealth (he is a ninja, after all). On his mission to track down the Cosmic Crystal, the gem that is deadly dangerous to so many superheroes, he finds himself in high stakes combat with big, burly, bear super villain The Huntsman. There’s some sweet back and forth, but come on! This is Astro-Ninja! Astro stars thrown at the beefy bad boy’s head knocks him out for a while, giving our hot, lycra-ed hero time to get his hands on the dangerous Cosmic Crystal. But The Huntsman has a superpower of his own. Flexing his pecs and stimulating his own nipples, The Huntsman dials up his own mirror image, a second big, burly, bear super villain of identical hotness and villainy!
A bear daddy 2-on-1 battle for Astro-Ninja’s cock!
That’s right, this just turned into a 2-on-1 bear daddies schooling a muscle twink cub! The Jewel in the Dark is already 13 chapters and still going, and The Huntsmen are just getting nastier and more erotically offensive by the minute. Astro-Ninja is far from helpless, mind you. The bulging hunk under that floor-to-ceiling body suit is resourceful as hell and incredibly acrobatic in bringing both bear daddies to their knees. But this melodrama is veering in all the right directions as soon as you spot Astro-Ninja’s mammoth erection responding to the Huntsmen’s persistent attention, followed soon by the unmistakable spotting of precum. As with all hard bodied muscle twinks, the real jeopardy lies in the dizzying defenselessness of getting turned on, tied up, and… wait for it… wait for it…
More of Astro-Ninja to adore!
…stripped out of his super suit to reveal most of the sizzling hot stud beneath! Hot damn, I’m in love! The end of this story is still to be written, so we’re left watching this slice of heaven tied down and quite obviously turned on still harder as The Huntsmen do what you and I would… work over that luscious body with relish. His hot nipples get a lot of attention, as does testing, vicious attacks on his astonishingly sexy abs. But proving that you and I may not always be on the side of virtue and light, The Huntsmen really go to town exactly where we would: working over the pendulous package dangling in the banana hammock. The very last frame of this serial (to date… still to be continued), shows this super-hot specimen of a masked man giving in to the lust stirred by being owned by his new bear daddies, stroking himself to superhuman proportions, leaving the head of his out of this world cock spilling out of that totally inadequate thong.
Out of this world super sexy back!
Holy hunk in trouble, Batman! Eye of the Cyclone has got a direct line to the homoerotic wrestling superhero kink that I’ve been nursing along since my pre-adolescent imagination took my comic book heroes in entirely different directions that what appeared on the page. Helpless in the grip of his own libido, Astro-Ninja is jumping off of the page/screen and driving me crazy! And the new nearly naked profile shots of this hunk are out of this world! In particular, that sculpted back is incredibly gorgeous, making me think that his one, last hope for survival may be in being so completely irresistible that the Huntsmen cannot help themselves but pour out their super villainous juices all over that sexy back and leave them, at least momentarily, weakened. Me, I can barely stand right now this is wearing me out! And hey, Astro-Ninja! Give me call. I’ll watch your back for you. Believe me.
Drake Marcos tagged as the “Property of Mason Brooks”
Now, suddenly, it all makes sense. A couple of months ago an anonymous man inside at a taping of BG East matches in Florida sent me a batch of behind the scenes photos of wrestlers between matches. Those were the photos that introduced us to just-released last week rookies Ty Alexander and Kayden Keller, you may remember. In the batch of candid photos was this unexplained promotional pic of the Cheshire Cat of homoerotic wrestling, Drake Marcos, with the provocative tag, “Property of Mason Brooks” scrawled across his chest. Clearly, there was a backstory that we hadn’t yet been told. Now that story has been told in Passion and Punishment 1.
Mason Brooks has a plan.
Mason Brooks is a stock on the rise, as far as I’m concerned. He arrived for his match with Drake with a deceptively disappointing 0-2 record at BG East, but when you watch Mason wrestle, you know there’s something seriously dangerous about him. You can practically hear him thinking, plotting, planning and scheming as he works his way through a wrestling match like he’s a chess master.
Just try to wipe that irrepressible grin of of the face of the Cheshire Cat of homoerotic wrestling.
Drake, of course, had a similar tough row to hoe in his rookie matches with BG East. However, Drake seems to bring out the raging sadist in his opponents (which is quite a skill set!), and hunks seem to be lining up to wipe that sly grin off of the eager stud’s handsome face. After Jonny Firestorm got his hands all over Drake’s increasingly fit bod, I honestly wondered if we’d ever see that Cheshire Cat grin on Drake’s face again. Jonny seemed to leave Drake’s mug permanently contorted and twisted in agony. But he’s back to face Mason with the “I know something you don’t know” grin back in place.
Buckets of sweat!
Word to the wise: when you sit down to watch Passion and Punishment, have a steady supply of electrolytes nearby. Your going to seriously need to replenish fluids frequently. And I don’t just mean Drake and Mason’s match (Skrapper and Trey Dixon’s match is instantly my odds on favorite for best mat match of 2014!). But I do, most definitely, include Mason and Drake’s face off as a major component in dehydrating me as I watched these two ferocious competitors work up about 3 quarts of sweat and at least a cup and a half of tears.
There’s no way to know if Drake’s still smiling with his face smothered by Mason’s balls.
Both Drake and Mason have something to prove, and it hinges on the fact that someone is going to walk out of the mat room with his first BG East victory under his belt. Well, there are no belts, and I’m thrilled to report that neither of these studs has any stitch of clothing in which to tuck anything at all by the time they stroll out of the mat room. Well, one of them strolls. The other drags his naked, drenched carcass across the mat on hands and knees.
Drake gets up close and personal with Mason’s hot ass.
You know the hard spot I nurture for drama, and Mason and Drake deal out the drama non-stop. The banter isn’t just fantastically provocative trash talk (let’s be clear, it is that, but not only that). These two smarter-than-your-average-bear hotties tell a story from start to finish. It’s a story about young egos swollen with the adoration of wrestling fans and bloggers (well, one particular blogger seems to be be quoted more than once during this bout). It’s a story of the beauty of domination paired like a fine wine with the beauty of truly outstanding, all-in suffering. The sensationally sexy climax (well, about the 4th or 5th climax for me) centers on an all-naked screaming torture rack with the victim quite obviously embodying both the passion and punishment side of the titular equation, and the incredibly satisfying denouement features not just Drake’s photo getting tagged with permanent marker.
Passion.
Watching Drake show up for each new match in better and better shape absolutely mesmerizes me. Talk about wrestling doing a body good! With his conditioning steadily on the rise along with his experience, I’m just not sure it’s going to be believable for long that this pretty boy could job forever. And Mason’s fans need to order a couple of copies of this DVD to keep one sealed away as a collector’s item, because you will want to treasure the first time you saw Mason’s glistening body wrestling naked. I have to think there’s a whole lot of unfinished business left to take care of even after the decisive ending to this match, because there are majorly bruised egos, bodies, and unanswered appeals to fans to invest in the stocks of these raging sophomores. I cannot wait!
“I’m not fucking around! I’m through with this! Fucking oil my leg! Fucking. Oil. My calf. Right now!”
There are a lot of classic, dominating heels in homoerotic wrestling who I might expect to say those words. There are brutal sadists with a passion for crushing opponents’ spirits as completely as they destroy their bodies, who you just know would get OFF on then forcing their prey to spread baby oil all over their bodies. But the hot hunk who said those words took me by surprise. Those words came out of the mouth of notorious muscle jobber, Brad Barnes.
5’8″, 200 lbs, Brad Barnes
I’ve been on the record for expressing concern about homoerotic wrestling hunks who get overexposed. Too many appearances across too many producers all happening at the same time can diminish any brand, I think. But this isn’t the first time that also I’ve noted with some delight a wrestling fantasy man crossing promotions in order to push an entirely new side of himself. In this case, big, beautiful, comic book hero hunk Brad Barnes has been jobbing like a madman, first at Thunder’s Arena and more recently lighting things up at BG East. Now that Muscle Domination Wrestling has got a hold of him, we get a glimpse of what Brad can deliver when he’s pitted against a twink half his size.
One of Brad’s thighs is significantly thicker than Enrique’s waist.
In Oil Hunks 1, Brad is as gorgeous as ever, with his ass not nearly squeezed inside of a pair of incredibly brief orange posing trunks (no matter what the online description says). He’s not as ripped as we’ve seen him before. His conditioning isn’t as peak as he’s reached in other matches. But there’s no denying he is one incredibly juicy, meaty hunk of man. So it’s no wonder that Brad immediately starts schooling lanky, awkward Enrique from the moment the young lightweight climbs underneath the bottom rope to enter the ring.
What the hell!? Enrique laughs awkwardly, embarrassed, when Brad instructs him to coat his bulging muscles with oil.
Brad talks trash, and I’ve never been turned on so much by him before (and that’s saying A LOT). What’s a luscious specimen of thick, masculine muscle to do when faced with a clearly intimidated punk who’s clearly embarrassed by his own inadequacy as he stares across the ring at one of the pretty faces on camera? There’s nothing to be done but to insist that the gangly lightweight gets down on his knees and starts to oil Brad up, starting with his calves.
Brad gets what he demands, time and time again.
I do not remember seeing Brad so cocky, decisive, and absolutely and utterly in charge, and it sits really, really nicely on those mile wide shoulders of his. His deep baritone is silky sexy, and if I’d been in the room, I’d have tossed reluctant Enrique over the top rope and thanked my lucky stars to obey the magnificent muscle man who just wants what’s coming to him, namely, a personal assistant to rub oil into every single muscle and crevice on his gorgeous body.
WHAT THE HELL!? Enrique looks like he’s about to be sick stroking the stunning torso of the muscle god Brad. Move the fuck over, Enrique, and let me show you how it’s done!
The one thing that does not work for me in this match is Enrique. I mean, I’m getting a major kick out of watching Brad humiliate and absolutely own the concept of muscle domination. But when Enrique concedes, over and over, body part by body part, to obey Brad’s command to spread oil across his body, the kid looks like he’s about to vomit. Talk about buzz kill. Again, I say, get a certain fanatical blogger to toss Enrique’s ass to the curb and give Brad’s every mouthwatering inch the adoring, oil-soaked stroke it deserves!
“Now come over here and OIL UP MY BACK!!!”
This season at MDW is a significant turning point, I think. Like their reimagining of beautiful Brad Barnes, MDW is actively and obviously reframing their focus on wrestling. Oil Hunks 1 is clearly in MDW’s stable of domination videos, but the hot squash wrestling action punctuates the psychological domination like the perfectly paced grasp of an expert lover. Muscle Master Kevin has been promising that MDW is ready to reclaim their block of the homoerotic wrestling neighborhood, and with tasty rookie Carter Alexander and a heel-reinvented Brad Barnes, I like the reboot.
BG East just released catalog 102, and among a whole bevy of beautiful wrestling promised, there’s one news item I have to gush over immediately.
Logan Vaugh: 5’10”, 185 lbs
Logan Vaughn has made his BG East debut in Hunkbash 15! If you don’t know Logan Vaughn, let me introduce you. Logan, this is your soon-to-be adoring wrestling fan base. Neverland readers, this is stunningly gorgeous porn star Logan Vaughn.
Logan checks the luggage in his BG East debut.
Do you ever shoot the shit with other wrestling fans and talk about non-wrestlers who should be not only wrestling, but wrestling in the homoerotic end of the pool? I know you do. Me, too. And I kid you not, about a year ago I had a sidebar with a wrestling fan who knows both wrestling and porn, and I proposed that one hot hunk of porn star beef who would be awesome in the homoerotic wrestling ring would be Logan Vaughn. My conversation partner agreed wholeheartedly. And there it ended.
Logan was in Jet Set Men’s release “Ultimate Top” from October 2012, available through Can-Am.
And then I pull up catalog 102 and see Logan Vaughn is the new BG East poster boy! Fuck. Yes. Yes. Yes. Now industry observers will, I’m sure, note that this is not technically Logan’s first foray into the wrestling scene. Technically, a little over a year ago he appeared with Aryx Quinn and a boatload of other pornboys in Jet Set Men’s “Ultimate Top,” a parody of a reality-show wrestling elimination competition. Logan’s performance in that release was what stoked my imagination about his promise, but to be clear, his wrestling work in Ultimate Top is extremely weak and mostly just brief foreplay for him getting fucked in the ring. But those gargantuan, mouthwatering legs of his absolutely blew my mind! Just imagine wrapping those beasts around an opponent’s noggin and milking every last ounce of consciousness out of him!!!
Lane Hartley gets his hands all over Logan’s mouthwatering body.
Perhaps we don’t need to imagine any longer, because Logan’s BG East debut is a ring match against newcomer pro heel big, beautiful Lane Hartley. Logan’s thighs don’t look like they were quite as mammothly conditioned as I’ve seen them before, but they’re huge, hairy, and he looks picture perfect in trunks, boots, and the BG East wrestling ring!
Those massive thighs of Logan’s are a handful for polished pro Lane, but it looks like Lane makes due just fine.
BG East and Logan Vaughn. Two fantastic things that I’ve thought for a long time would be spectacular together.
I have finally completed my assigned work for a major deadline (for which I was threatened with having big, juicy heels hunt me down if I didn’t get it done… yes, I was torn). So back to blogging. I had a few Friday Fashion suggestions come in from my last appeal for competitors. Today’s couture combat was spotted by reader Dan, who would like to see a runway battle between two hot muscle hunks who sported the same baby blue Adidas trunks. First to wear them was longtime friend of neverland Darius, who drove his opponent, Trent Blayze, insane by working every inch of that fabric with his gorgeous, meaty muscled ass in Muscle Madness 1. Then just 5 BG Eastcatalogs later, blond, blue-eyed bombshell pretty Pete Sharp stuffed his massive package down those same trunks in Kid Karisma’s Wrestler Spotlight. From the front, from the back, both muscle boys scored a win as far as I was concerned with regard to sporting the ideal, classic muscleman wrestling gear. But Dan and I want to know, in this contest of contrasts, which stunning side of beef wore it best? Check out the options and vote below.
Muscle stud Darius wore them first, accessorizing with matching wristbands and boots and hypnotically bouncing pecs in Muscle Madness 1. A gorgeous homage to a classic 80’s pro wrestling muscle jobber, by all means. But did he wear it best?Devastatingly handsome pretty Pete Sharp had the audacity to try to fill Darius’ trunks in Kid Karisma’s Wrestler Spotlight. And undeniably, those trunks are seriously filled to overflowing! He reminds me of a late-90’s, homoerotic wrestling barefoot beauty pulled fresh off a stripper pole. But did he wear it best?
Yes, it’s another Saturday edition of Friday Fashions. By a vote of 84 to 34, my reigning favorite homoerotic wrestler Kid Karisma trounced bulging newcomer Dylon Roberts for the title of who wore that low slung, made-for-erotic-wrestling singlet best. Right now, Kid K can do absolutely no wrong in my eyes, so this comes as not surprise to me. The only thing that would be better would be to see the karismatic one bust onto a taping of Roberts back in that singlet and watch the ginger menace strip him naked and shove the singlet (among other things) down his throat. Get down on your knees and pucker up, Dylon, because you can kiss Kid Karisma’s award winning ass and admit what more than 70% of neverland readers recognize: he wore it best.
I’m huddled under a blanket and on the phone with my contractor to improve the insulation in my house before another polar vortex hits. So before my fingers freeze, let’s just admire the fine art that is the homoerotic wrestling trunk pull…
Kid Leopard drags Sailor Rob’s battered body off the mat, one hand prying upward on the trunks, the other with his fingers wrapped around those irresistible, curly locks. The complete photo story of KL v Sailor Rob available in BG East’s Arena.Kid Vicious “helps” Joe Driver up with a promising tug on those achingly valiant red-white-and-blue trunks in Ringwars 8.Dennis the Menace gives the audience at Paradise their money’s worth in his oil match with hunk Jay Austin, making sure that minuscule thong doesn’t get in the way of the view of that phenomenal ass!In their Private Bout, Scott Rogers wasn’t shy about using Brian Baxter’s singlet for leverage in order to get that stunning ass into position.In another Private Bout, Scott lifts Chase’s beautiful body completely off the mat by nothing but those struggling trunks and a fistful of hair.
Sidelineland 