Somebody Needs a Step Ladder

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A couple of weeks ago, I called out BG East newbie Diego Diaz from Florida Fights 4 as my top still-frame choice of the new blood that I wanted to see in action. Long, gorgeous, untamed wildly curly hair… Diego is no clone. He looks like he eats raw meat and bench presses Smart Cars. And he looks mean. Really, really mean.
6’3″, 184 lbs. Diego Diaz looks mean.
It’s taken me days, quite literally, to manage to see his debut match against Austin Cooper all the way through to the end. I’ve just been getting way too worn out along the way to keep going!  I’m infatuated with this giant of a man, and I’m instantly craving more.
Diego seems to understand the concept of power-bottoming

My post yesterday on the independent self-promotion of Steel Muscle God struck up a back channels conversation with one reader about sexy accents. I’m a sucker for a sexy accent growled out of a deep, bass voice echoing from a powerful chest. Just like SMG, Diego is doing just fine in English as a second language. In fact, for someone who’s apparently not a native speaker, he delivers some of the most entertaining, nearly non-stop trash talk that I’ve seen in a long time!
Diego completely dwarfs 5’9″ Austin
“Let’s see how much fighting you have in those Captain America speedos of yours!” he snarls, stretching his long, long, LONG legs over the top rope as he climbs into the ring.  Last month I mused on the topic of tall men in homoerotic wrestling, and Diego pushes those buttons as well. He’s listed as 6’3″, but his swagger and that bush of slightly insane curls on top of his head make him seem at least three inches taller than that to me. Austin is reportedly a half a foot shorter than Diego, but he comes across as nothing short of juvenile looking up at the towering giant in front of him.
“Tough guy, huh?” a cocky Austin asks. “You know who I am, right?”
Austin suffers altitude sickness throughout the match.
Diego laughs long and indulgently. It’s an evil and genuinely amused laugh that makes me melt. “I really don’t care who you are,” Diego finally growls back with that knee-buckling accent. “I know where you’re heading to. And it’s right here,” the Latin stud drops to one knee and slaps the mat in the middle of the ring. Once again, the recruiters at BG East have done much, much more than comb through the catalogs of unemployed underwear models to sign this so-called “rookie.” This gorgeous giant is dripping with confidence and he gives every impression that he’s spent months on end in the ring long before he stretched his freakishly long legs over the top rope to stand face-to-face (well, face-to-sternum) with Austin. He’s literally walking the top rope within the first 5 minutes of this match, for god’s sake!!!
Austin spends a lot of time looking up in this match.
Austin’s asking for it from t-minus 15 seconds to the very last knock-out blow of this match. It’s the American flag trunks, or, as Diego puts it, “those Captain America speedo.” They seem to bring out the over-inflated, yet somehow sniveling bitch in beefy goldenboy Austin. The curl of his upper lip, the cupie-doll-inspired faux hawk, and his complete disrespect and disregard for his skyscraper of an opponent make it impossible for me not to take deep satisfaction in discovering that Diego is hitting the BG East roster as a ringer. Not 10 minutes into the match, and he’s captured Austin cold in the middle of a flying cross body, catching him like a sack of laundry, hoisting Captain America up across his upper chest, and then heaving Austin’s beautifully muscled body a good 8 feet across the ring. “You need to stop with this bullshit!” Diego scolds him. “This ain’t for kids; do you know what I’m saying!?”
Diego exploits gravity with a spine-busting leg drop from  the heavens.
Austin tries not to respond to Diego’s barrage of trash talk. Perhaps he doesn’t understand the accent. I for one, understand Diego loud and clear. His #1 tool in his tool belt is dropping any pointed thing he can find (a fist, an elbow, a knee) down onto Austin’s abs from the stratospheric heights that this Latino giant inhabits. His second most effective tool (though, I have to say, it’s my #1 favorite move to see a giant like this apply) is using those mile long legs to scissor Captain America, rolling him back and forth, front to back, slamming him face-first and then back-first into the mat. Austin screams like a bitch, kicking his feet pointlessly. A third strategy that looks like it could seriously send Austin to the hospital is the assault on his core from repeated shoulder blocks that Diego spears into him when he’s trapped in the corners. Diego’s feet leave the mat around the middle of the ring in order to turn the Latino giant into a projectile for delivering blunt force trauma.
Diego Diaz makes an impact with every inch of his 6’3″
Austin gets 1 pin fall and 1 submission out of the big man, both relying on underhanded tricks and out-and-out cheating. He wraps Diego up into a small (huge) package and slaps down a rapid fire 3-count like he’s pounding out a drum roll. The surprise fall infuriates Diego, as he chases a fleeing, cowardly Austin outside the ring to exact revenge. “No one’s going to play me like that!” Diego barks ominously. When Austin has a shred of momentum a little later, he retreats outside the ring again to do his damnedest to fuck up Diego’s knee. Pounding it into the corner of the ring apron, hanging the Latino hunk by it from the middle rope, and then latching on a ball-crushing figure-4 leg lock with Diego astonishingly straddling the ring post (this move brought to you by the freakishly hot genetics of 6’3″ Diego).
Austin knows that unless he maims the big man permanently, he’s in deep shit.
Defenders of the stars and stripes will not be proud of the tactics that our goldenboy resorts to in order to even the score in this match. He is, as Diego points out, a “coward” and a “bitch.” So when Austin starts tiring out climbing up Mt. Everest over and over, there’s some sweet satisfaction in seeing Diego start to hammer down and humiliate the goldenboy severely. The final 10 minutes or so of this match reinforce what was so clearly apparent from the first seconds of seeing the ripped giant step over the top rope to enter the ring for the first time. Lovely, long Diego is a fully formed heel! He stomps the living shit out of Austin without even a hint of human compassion or mercy. “I told you that’s what you get when you play with the big guys: you get beat down!” A backbreaker in nose-bleed altitude, hanging upside down helplessly across Diego’s shoulder, is stunning to see and clearly impossible for Austin to take for more than about 5 seconds. Diego finally acknowledges the submission and flings the pretty patriot to the mat like taking out the trash. “Don’t come in here with your little spinnings and twists and think your going to beat me!” he spits, starting to stride out of the ring having delivered his message to BG East.
Diego is working over Austin, but he’s got his eye on you.
“You’re still just a tall pussy,” Austin says, flat on his back having just screamed out a submission like a whiny bitch. Some might call it balls, taking a beating that humiliating and then spitting out a gasping attempt at emasculation. As for me, it looks like a musclehead jock unaccustomed to being physically inferior to an opponent just not knowing when to shut up. Happily, Diego’s pride is bruised enough by the pitiful insult that he has to climb back in the ring and shut Captain America up for good. He delivers a one-handed choke slam, lifting Austin high off his feet with just a little gratuitous help from yanking the stars and stripes high up Austin’s crack, and then pounding the faux hawked golden boy into la-la-land.
Diego makes being so bad look so good!
Where the fuck did BG East find this guy!? These are two incredibly hot wrestlers. This is my very favorite genre: ring action. These stunners use every inch of the ring, the ropes, the turnbuckles, the corner posts, the ringside benches, the lockers, and the cinder block walls to do their very best to fuck one another up. The sexy Latino giant let’s loose a steady stream of withering trash talk. In other words, this is my kind of homoerotic wrestling! Get Diego Diaz back in the ring, rápido!
BG East boys take note: Diego Dias is in the building!

Teased

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Do not let it be said that the Steel Muscle God doesn’t know how to build suspense! Just out today, SMG has posted some preview pics of a new wrestling match he’s taped.  That, in and of itself, is enough to make me salivate. But the details that SMG is leaking just get better and better.
Steel Muscle God struggles to tame a muscle beast.
For example, his opponent is a certain muscle stud that he recently arm wrestled and did an oiled up posedown with. In my recent interview with SMG, I mentioned him as the eye-catching hunk of muscle that he is, even suggesting that he comes close to possessing almost as hot a muscle body as SMG does. I like to think that comment might have earned the shaved-headed muscle man the invitation to feel the steel on the mats in this upcoming wrestling release!
SMG loves to squeeze and watch. 

So SMG’s choice of opponent is definitely upping the ante on this upcoming release, but a cursory glance at the preview pics points out the next fantastically hot detail of the match: these two muscle men wrestle in only jockstraps! I put in a bid for SMG to consider wrestling naked for his fans when we chatted last month, but this is oh-so-close! More muscle god to admire is never a bad thing, and the sight of all those nearly naked muscles bulging, stretching, and squeezing with so little left to require from the imagination looks fantastic!

The muscle beast in a humiliating bear trap! 

The third subtle detail that’s making me give these preview pics a second (third, fourth…) glance is just this shot of SMG’s muscleman rival with his head in that vice that SMG calls his legs, and his nose shoved way, way, WAY up between those gorgeously divine hamstrings. This is beautifully intimate stuff, and I’d happily giveaway my firstborn to trade places with the lucky, lucky shaved headed hunk.

SMG on the defensive!?
And finally, I’m titillated by the glimpse of SMG looking like he’s awfully close to getting a hot, hard rear choke cinched on good and tight. There’s a look of devilish delight stretched across his opponent’s face. SMG’s muscled torso is stretched out, and the divine one looks like he’s seriously struggling, grimacing with the effort to fend off the potential choke out maneuver. The Steel Muscle God’s jockstrapped ass in jeopardy!? Now, I love seeing SMG dominate and subdue, but I’ve often imagined the hot scenario of him having to seriously push himself to the limits of all that strength and endurance to survive a challenge to his pride and dignity as a muscle god. Holy hell, if somebody’s naked ass gets slapped in the match, I’m losing all self-restraint.

Bodies Over Time – Homoerotic Wrestler of the Month Edition

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Reigning homoerotic wrestler of the month: Christian Taylor
(aka Chris Cox)
Christian Taylor rocks. He’s stunning in still frame. Long, perpetually lean, gorgeously handsome square jaw, aquiline nose, piercing, long-lashed eyes, and a big, toothy, melting smile. I haven’t chatted with him in real time (though I’d love to!), but the hit I get off of his wrestling matches and his available photo sets is that he’s doesn’t quite believe just how sexy he is. A 6’2″, 175 lbs athlete with cover boy good looks who harbors some insecurity about his own attractiveness is one of the sexiest things on earth, I think.
Christian over time: (l) Undagear 15, (c) Sexy Showdown 6, and (r) Wet and Wild 6
This is a “bodies over time” post officially, but honestly, over the course of about 7 years appearing in homoerotic wrestling, his body has remained astonishingly hot. If anything, he’s getting more ripped, more handsome, and more confident with age. His pecs are a little fuller. He’s whittled his abs and obliques down to first-rate washboard condition. He looks like he’s lived into the long, sultry lines of his genetically blessed physique with more and more grace as he’s shown up over and over to put that beautiful body on the line in homoerotic wrestling.
Max Powers stretches out Chris’ hot, long body and highlights that bulging package
Christian earned his title as reigning homoerotic wrestler of the month on the strength of his ring match (wrestling as “Chris Cox“) against muscle bully Max Powers for Rock Hard Wrestling. As powerful and stimulating a sight as Max’s muscled body is, it’s Christian’s wrestling, suffering, and bulging package that make this straight-up wrestling match so freakin’ homoerotically hot!
(l) Christian Taylor and (r) Sean Patrick
As far as I can tell, Christian made his homoerotic wrestling debut, and has appeared most, wrestling for BG East. BG East has also featured some of his sexiest and most overtly homoerotic work, which is clearly a strong suit of BG East. Particularly in the physical shape Christian has been in for his most recent wrestling products, I can’t help but think of him as a new edition of classic BG East tall, cool drink of water, Sean Patrick. According to their published stats, Christian is just about an inch taller and a little heavier than Sean, but they’re both built similarly. I’d expect to see the looks of Christian on the cover of a magazine sooner than I’d expect to see (albeit handsome) Sean, but they have similar genetics.  And both of these lovely lean wrestlers have/had a similar not-so-secret weapon in their matches: opponents seem to melt when either of these handsome hotties lock their lips on them.
Austin Raines welcomes Christian to the world of
homoerotic wrestling in BG East’s Undagear 13

The wrestling “lip lock” is a move that I relish in homoerotic wrestling. I know that not everyone is with me on this, but unconditionally, when hard, hot, sweaty wrestling morphs into aggressive kissing and passionate groping, it sends my kink firing on all cylinders! And reviewing Christian’s resume (at BG East) makes it quite obvious that one opponent after another has tasted his lovely lips sooner or later in match after match.

Christian sucks the fight out of Blaine Janus in Undagear 15

Like Sean Patrick, when Christian’s mouth makes contact with an opponent, it seems to sap the battle right out of them. Who can stay focused on a fight when a hunk like Christian distracts you with a lingering lip lock? On top, on the bottom, in the heat of battle or as post-match foreplay, the beauty of battlers aroused by their wrestling and sucking face hot and heavy is an essential analogy to what turns me on at my core.

In Wrestleshack 12, Tim Sheridan seems unconcerned about being
put to his back once Christian starts to toy with his nipples and kiss him.

Of course, if it were just making out, I’d be entertained, but it wouldn’t exactly feed my kink. I enjoy seeing guys with their tongues down each other’s throats, but what arouses me most powerfully is watching hunks face off, throw down, crush and slam one another, and within that context, wrestlers driven to distraction by their own lustful lips tasting one another makes my ears whistle with the dramatic redistribution of blood flow in my body.

Christian neutralizes Tim’s bearhug in an instant

Christian’s wrestling gives me the impression that he “gets it” intuitively. I’m certain that there are plenty of wrestlers who punch the clock in homoerotic wrestling, earning the cash but not owning the kink.  That isn’t a problem, in and of itself, for me. As long as they can sell what I’m buying, my imagination and discerning eye can take from homoerotic wrestling all that I need, whether or not the antagonists walk away owning it for themselves. But Christian is one of the hotties that sells so well, either from the inside out or outside in, that I can’t help but think that he’s in “our” camp both on screen and off.

Kid Karisma conquers Christian, knocks him out cold, and then can’t resist
employing some mouth-to-mouth “resuscitation” 

And as someone I like to think of as “one of us,” what a delight it is to identify with Christian for all of the crazy, enviable positions he’s had the opportunity to find himself in on the mat and in the ring.

In Wet & Wild 5, Kid K buries Christian’s face
in his crotch long and hard.

Getting called out and absolutely owned by the likes of my reigning undisputed favorite homoerotic wrestler (non-pornboy), Kid Karisma, is enviable enough. But the sight of Christian’s face shoved in Kid’s K’s crotch, squeezed between the charismatic one’s pumped, muscled thighs, and then lip-locked in post-match foreplay is like jolts of electricity shooting through my body (the good kind).  And then, as Kid K lets his opponent lean his half-a-foot taller frame on him as they head into the sunroom, Christian stretches his mile long arm and platter-sized hand down and squeezes that epic muscle ass of Kid K’s! Holy shit! I’m so envious that I could start to hate my homoerotic wrestler of the month just a little.

Christian makes drop-dead gorgeous fantasyman Alexi Adamov
scream like his bitch in “Who’s Next?”

And what’s not to be insanely jealous of when you see Christian straddling sexy Alexi Adamov’s tanned, toned muscle body, nearly ripping the Russian’s shoulders out of their sockets, and sitting back on Alexi’s bodacious bubble butt to listen to the babyface scream!?  So he didn’t get a liplock on the Russian, but hot damn, a fellow wrestling kinkster putting it all on the line in the BG East backyard against the likes of pristine prettyboy fantasyman Alexi makes me absolutely ache with lust!

Jake Jenkins makes every inch of Christian suffer in
Wet & Wild 6
And it’s no wonder Christian keeps hanging out by the pool, when the likes of Kid Karisma and then Jake Jenkins show up for a wet and wild bully showdown!  Then contrast of sizes and body types between Christian and Jake makes my jaw drop. Jake’s 5’7″ muscle packed mat body tying up and twisting the infinitely long, graceful, powerful lines of Christian’s 6’2″ physique is a visual masterpiece. Someone like Christian with a proven track record of getting off on the eroticism of wrestling, paired with the intensely sincere amateur-come-pro likes of straight-up dominator Jake, is guaranteed to transport me from this side of the screen onto that very match, feeling it ache every ounce as much as Christian suffers.

Christian and real-life lover Skip are passionately merciless with one another
in Sexy Showdown 6

And damn, what could be hotter than to get paired with your very own real life lover, showing up in the BG East mat room to wrestle in a product that’s destined to be entitled “Sexy Showdown 6?” The torque that these two work up on each other’s joints, the humiliating domination that they exchange, paired with a genuine romance and physical lust for one another that spills over off the mat is like a homoerotic wrestling kinkster’s anthem. Taking Skip Vance, making him hurt, taking some punishment from him and then squeezing out a final fall, once-and-for-all (until they get home) victory over the man he’ll wake up in the morning next to in bed is fucking awesome!

And an adorably sweet smile!? My homoerotic wrestler of the month
has it ALL going on!

I’m entirely ready to admit that I could be completely wrong about the backstory that I’ve convinced myself to fill in for hot hunk Christian Taylor (aka Chris Cox). He could totally be punching the clock. He could be an asshole narcissist with an ego that can barely squeeze it’s way into the BG East matroom. He could be a body facist, condescending, frigid bastard who knows precisely the worth of his every asset and how to exploit a homoerotic wrestling audience like a maestro waving a baton. But I don’t think so. And more importantly, I don’t believe so. Because Christian has sold me, lock, stock and barrel, on a fully formed, deeply arousing, fantastically entertaining through-story, and whatever he gets up to off camera, when he’s on camera I’m entranced and fully engaged.  So it’s no wonder at all that he’s joined the ranks of those who’ve so completely captured and controlled my lusts on their way to earning the title of homoerotic wrestler of the month.
Mike Martin is instantly under Christian’s spell in
incredibly sexy Undagear 18 

Nicely played, Christian. Nicely played.

Class Warfare

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Damien Rush moves into BG East to execute an
unfriendly takeover bid.

Hell, yes! My latest crop of BG East new releases arrived on my birthday, and what a sweet, sweet birthday present! There’s so much to enjoy, and I’m trying to pace myself. Self-restraint is not my strong suit, but I’m working on savoring each taste deliberately. I’ve spent the most time so far in the high class, blue blood company of silver spoon fed pretty boy rookie, Damien Rush in Strip Stakes 3.

The coiffed rookie looks down his nose at Morgan Cruise.

Wowzers! What’s a trust fund baby, who gets off on wrestling, to do with all his time when he’s not cashing daddy’s checks? If you’re Damien Rush, you hire a personal trainer to muscle up and learn some ring moves; you purchase some tailored, shiny ring gear; and I’m guessing you probably spend a day at the spa getting a facial, a full body massage, and expert manscaping to look just about as gorgeous and invincible as you feel. Finally, click that “wrestle for bg east” tab at the bottom of the website and let The Boss know when you’ll be arriving and that you require Perrier and fois gras in your dressing room.

Damien’s punishing legs and bulging crotch are perfect for homoerotic wrestling!

I’d never really thought of Morgan Cruise as a blue collar champion, but that’s why The Boss is The Boss. The contrast between these two gorgeous men is subtle, but impossible to miss. The trust fund baby is long and lean and classically handsome. He shows up in designer shades and his tuxedo jacket, dripping with condescension and class privilege. He’s clean around all the edges, strong chin, $300 haircut…. When Morgan the Mastodon catches his first sight of Damien, Morgan looks like the line worker who’s walked into a jacket-and-tie-required 3-star restaurant.  Hunky, cocky, heel-bent Morgan succumbs to the power of social class politics, falling silent, literally slack-jawed, and passively allowing the aristocrat to shove his sunglasses into his hands like his personal valet.

Morgan is determined to make the trust fund baby pay up

I have to admit that 30 seconds into this match I was guessing that burly Morgan was about to squash Damien in what was destined to be a back alley mugging. And without a doubt, Morgan pretty quickly humbles the trust fund baby for looking down his nose at him. But even if Damien doesn’t have the ring experience of the Mastodon, he apparently has all the training that daddy’s bank account can buy. He takes some early offense from Morgan and, with impressive skills for an untested rookie, turns the tide and puts curly-haired Morgan on his back. Damien’s long, lovely legs are his strong suit. He nearly squeezes the will to keep fighting out of rough-around-the-edges Morgan, crushing his kidneys between his knees.

Morgan strips and pummels while Damien struggles for air
 through the crotch of his own trunks.

“Nearly,” is a dangerous word in the world of BG East, however. Once Morgan shakes off his socially proscribed class insecurity, he not only hammers the trust fund baby into a stupor, but he also begins to seriously, almostly lovingly relish making and watching his opponent suffer. The Mastodon seems to be particularly infatuated with watching Damien’s handsome face (and who blames him?) contorted, twisted, and screwed up in toothy, open-mouthed agony. The hot aristocrat is made of surprisingly tough stuff, though, and even when the match momentum is burying him hopelessly, he holds out longer than I’d have guessed a trust fund baby could manage, bitterly resisting acknowledging that he’s been humbled by a “little man” from the other side of the tracks.  Pretty boy finally gives away the first submission, however, and Morgan decides right then and there that just beating the blue blood is completely insufficient. He decides that he must humble the arrogant aristocrat completely, stripping him out of his skin-tight, tailored, royal purple trunks and shoving them over Damien’s face, where they stay for almost all of the second fall as Morgan flings and pounds the arrogant rookie all over the ring.

Morgan is entranced by the sight of the suffering he’s inflicting.
Damien’s body is incredibly tasty, and tastier and tastier with each item of clothing he loses! When Morgan traps him in the ropes, Damien’s agony and vulnerability are a feast for the eyes. His cries and whimpers are music to my ears. And the trust fund baby’s ample package is provocatively propped on top of the middle rope like a trophy on the mantel.  Right about then, I’m guessing Damien was wishing that he had his wrestling tutor at ringside to coach him out of his humiliating predicament. Happily, however, he does not.
Naked wrestling and an explosive ramrod rookie debut!
As I mentioned, this is not a squash. Damien wrestles with impressive bursts of technical skill and speed, and when he’s down to nothing but a bare assed g-string, his humiliation seems to trigger a ferocious warrior-within.  With a rage in his eyes that turns me ON, he out-hustles, slams, and pins hunky Morgan to his back for a fantastic small package 3-count that stuns Morgan so completely that Damien is able to strip him out of his signature square cuts and shove them over the Mastodon’s face for some crowing tit-for-tat revenge. But do not doubt that the 99% are done with getting shafted. Morgan takes some beating, but his designs on capturing the title of BG East’s resident heel extraordinaire will not be denied by the likes of gym-toned Damien. In a move that shocks me (despite the title of this product), both of these battlers end up battling in nothing but their boots before the end, and once Damien has exhausted everything in his reserves, Morgan delights in wrapping the naked stud back up in the ropes and torturing him helplessly in a gratuitous, sweat-dripping full nelson. Just as he looks like he’s about to pop Damien’s head right off his neck, we finally get the answer of why, really, a blue blooded trust fund baby would click on the “wrestle for bg east” tab on the website. With nowhere left to go, conquered in body and soul, humbled and humiliated like no one has ever managed before, Damien not only gets hard, he can’t help himself but begin stroking his cock. His groans of agony mix with groans of ecstasy, as Morgan watches on, as if enraptured by the sight of the outcome of his power and mastery of his opponent.
The 99% get their’s in the end.

There are two epiphany moments for me in Strip Stakes 3. First, I’m stunned by this barnburner rookie debut. Showing up with all that personality hanging out, all of those devastatingly gorgeous looks, and ready to put absolutely every inch of his body on the line for the match that introduces him to BG East fans is earth shaking. He’s incredibly sexy, and the glimpse of him enraged, ferocious, and powering on top gives me a double shot of adrenaline. The idea of a Mr. Moneybags lie-cheat-and-steal his way to the top-of-the-heap homoerotic wrestler (who’s, incidentally, g-g-g-gorgeous!) is an idea whose time has surely come! My second epiphany in this match is how astonishingly sexy it is to see Morgan Cruise turn the volume up to 11 when it comes to homoeroticism. Seriously, I did not know that the Mastodon had it in him to bare it all and let us see just how profoundly he enjoys – no, lusts for – the feeling of dominating and devouring a bare naked opponent.  If Morgan’s wish is, as reported, to take his place among the greatest heels of BG East, I certainly can’t say that he’s on par with the likes of hairy, hunky sadist Brooklyn Bodywrecker… but I can definitely see him on that path. Well done, Morgan! A hearty and enthusiastic welcome to Mr. Rush’s son! And yet another “thank you” to The Boss for producing the sexiest wrestling on tap!

The Gift that Keeps on Giving

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I received this pic and message from Kid Karisma last night:

“Happy birthday… if you were here, you wouldn’t be able to sit!”
My Birthday Present

For those who may not be tracking, for my birthday, I went through the mental exercise of deciding which homoerotic wrestler I’d pick to deliver my spanking in honor of my birthday. There are plenty of wrestlers who I’d be more than happy to be bent over their knees for them to slap my ass repeatedly. But in the end (so to speak), I decided that my top choice for the job would be my reigning favorite homoerotic wrestler (non-pornboy), Kid Karisma.

I’m ready to assume the position!

Now, Kid K mentioned that he reads this blog, and he even granted me a dizzyingly delightful interview. But I swear, I wasn’t angling for a shout out by the karismatic one. However, I’m thrilled to get such a sweet gift, and absolutely anything that Kid K would want to do to my ass to make it so sore that I couldn’t sit down would be just fine with me! He’s probably just lucky that I’m not inclined toward stalking, because his message makes me want to track down where “here” is in order to make him pay up.

He’s my favorite for so many reasons…

Do other cultures have tradition of getting spanked on your birthday? I know that there are neverland readers from other parts of the world, so I’m not sure if the concept of swatting someone’s ass to celebrate their birthday translates everywhere. I remember a number of birthdays as a kid getting held down, protesting, as I was spanked, one painful swat for each year. As I explain this for readers who might not have heard of the tradition, it suddenly strikes me how completely bizarre and non-sensical it sounds. I suppose that’s the way with a lot of traditions.

Kid Karisma is practiced at bending a lucky opponent
across his knee.

Now that I’m all grown up (sort of), a little celebratory corporal punishment takes on a whole new significance. If Kid K got down on one knee, I really wouldn’t have to be forced to assume the position, though putting up a token fight would just make it that much hotter. I really wouldn’t sincerely protest feeling the sting of the palm of Kid K’s hand cracking down on my naked cheeks (because let me assure you, I’d insist on them being naked for this ritual!). Sure, I’d make a good show of grunting and whimpering, perhaps even a little pleading for mercy, but it would just be to contribute to the drama of being in the clutches, under the control, and entirely at the mercy of a certain freckle-faced, dimple-chinned, gloriously-gluted, muscleman of my fantasies.

Gorgeous, merciless, and generous!

Thanks, Kid Karisma! Your hold on the top spot of my favorite homoerotic wrestlers us just that much tighter. Poor, lovely Lon Dumont has merely more distance to make up if he thinks he’s going to knock your gorgeous ass off the throne!

The Side Hustle

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I partied hearty for my birthday last week. Just now coming out of the haze, in fact. Happily, I had another little present from Sidelineland contributor Alex. Alex is the extremely talented writer who has contributed stories to the Sidelineland homoerotic wrestling fiction group in the past couple of months. Today I posted his newest story, the latest chapter in his American Wrestling League series, entitled “The Side Hustle.”

Star of chapter 3: AWL’s Dangerous Danny Chase

This AWL story centers on a new early 80’s wrestler trying to get traction in the world of pro wrestling.  Dangerous Danny Chase owns property in jobberville, and he’s increasingly unhappy about the neighborhood. After 5 years in the business, he’s a company man, but he’s now used almost exclusively as window dressing to showcase the headliners. What’s a disillusioned young hunk to do with his gasping hopes for fame and glory?

Helpful, hairy hunk, Rex Taylor

Danny’s buddy in the biz, Rex Taylor, suggests a remedy to reanimate Danny’s visions of fortune and fame.  I’ll let you read Alex’s excellent writing for yourself, but needless to say that in a world populated with gay men with a wrestling fetish and spending money, there are always options for wrestlers craving attention and the roar of the crowd. Throw in a gorgeous bodybuilder wearing posing trunks into the mix, and this story is right on target!

Danny’s hopes for glory in the ring are pinned on
5’11”, 250 lb bodybuilder, Coal

Thanks for the excellent birthday present, Alex, and for everyone else who sent along your best wishes.  Life is good, and I’m happy to be living it.

Make Me Feel It!

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Rolando delivers the whacks on Mike Paris in BG East’s Ringwars 7
I know somebody who needs a spanking today… and that somebody is me!
Bruce Hill and Trenton Comeaux bend over and take it
like men from Eduardo in Can-Am’s All American Oil Trio Muscle Bash
It’s my birthday! I love my birthdays. I have friends who dread them, but I’ve never had a birthday that I didn’t look forward to. You know what they say about the alternative. Another year older is another year not being dead yet, and I love life. So bring on spanking!
It must have been Peter Bishop’s birthday when he wrestled Dino Phillips
in BG East’s X-Fights 11
Normally, spanking isn’t exactly my thing. I mean, physical domination and humiliation works for me (like I need to tell a neverland reader that!), but spanking for the sake of spanking isn’t at the top of my list of what I need. But a birthday isn’t a typical day, and particularly after searching for some hot photos of homoerotic wrestlers leaving a handprint on some shiny, bare assess, I know what I’m wishing for as I blow out my birthday cake candles. 
Brad Rochelle leaves a mark on Billyboy’s vulnerable cheeks in BG East’s Demolition 2
I had decided to come up with a list (because I seem to be all about lists and awards lately) of the homoerotic wrestlers I’d most prefer to deliver my whacks. The image of Brad Rochelle’s fingerprints outlined in angry red across Billyboy’s lucky ass in BG East’s Demolition 2 quickly popped into my mind. I’d lie about it being my birthday once a month if it meant I’d be forced to assume the position across Brad’s thigh!
Cameron Mathews won’t soon forget to call him
Mr. Joshua after his Wrestler Spotlight encounter

My perpetual crush on BG East’s Joshua Goodman (that’s Mr. Joshua to you!) makes me strongly identify with the lucky, lovely bubble butt of Cameron Mathews getting wedgied and swatted a hot red under the complete control of Mr. Joshua’s gorgeous body for Cameron’s Wrestler Spotlight.  I’d refuse to call him “Mr. Joshua” for at least 42 whacks (or so), just to soak in the sublime ecstasy of suffering a Joshua Goodman humiliation!

Love hurts in BG East’s Sexy Showdown 6

The image of ripped, studly twink Skip Vance landing a cracking open palm across his lover’s naked ass in BG East’s Sexy Showdown 6 works for me as well, with extra credit for the fact that the lanky lover getting spanked here is none other than reigning homoerotic wrestler of the month, Christian Taylor (aka Chris Cox).  The sweetest birthday present of all would probably be joining in on this intensely erotic homo wrestling fun, trading places with each of these gorgeous boys giving and taking my butt clenching smacks!

Skip gets it back from Mike Martin in BG East’s Wet & Wild 4 

Of course, Skip taking his whacks is also an inspiring sight, with handsome hottie Mike Martin sitting on his face and yanking down his trunks. Yep, this would be my choice of the preferred position for me to be forced to assume for my birthday spanking.

Kid Karisma leaves Z-Man’s glutes quivering in Summer Sizzlers 2
But all right, if I have to pick the one homoerotic wrestling hunk to make celebrating hurt so good… if I’m backed into a corner and required to pick just one out of the lineup of my favorite wrestlers to star in my own personal spanking birthday fantasy, truth be told, I’d pick my reigning favorite homoerotic wrestler (non-pornboy), Kid Karisma. The reasons are many, but first and foremost, Kid K clearly enjoys the task… a lot!  His evil laughter at yanking Z-Man’s trunks up his crack and making the playboy model spasm in shock at the hard swat sends chills down my spine while warming my crotch delightfully.

Headscissors-as-excuse for an ass slapping.
Kid Karisma absolutely tenderized the twinky ass of fierce little Len Harder for boatloads of Florida Fun. From just about every angle, Kid K beat on Len’s skinny ass relentlessly.
Fold-over face-pin underneath Kid K’s crotch? Just another opportunity to slap ass!
And as Kid Karisma himself made quite clear, he’s nothing if not the life of the party. So definitely, to celebrate my day I’m thinking of a certain red-headed, musclebound, freckle faced, bubble-butted beauty to pin me down, sit on my face, and pound out slow, nothing-held-back whacks across my bare ass, raising a perfectly harmonized chorus of my cries of pain and Kid K’s rumbles of sadistic laughter.

Then let’s turn down the lights, turn up the house music, and dance until I drop on my bright red, aching, happy ass in exhaustion! Life is good!

A Tough Little Shit

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Joe at Ringside at Skull Island has detailed what’s going so right in gay underground wrestling to produce the likes of Rock Hard Wrestling’s latest release, pitting brawny golden boy Austin Cooper against Eli “the Shutdown” Black. As is so often the case, I agree with Joe in every point he raises. Continuing my own train of thought after learning from Joe’s reflections, I’m compelled to linger a little longer on this little piece of the mountain of evidence that this is, indeed, Eli Black Month.

Bodyslam breaks down this gorilla press to perfection!

“I’m supposed to wrestle you?” Austin asks when he climbs into the ring and takes a look at Eli. “I don’t know, dude, you’re kinda small. Do you wanna, like, play a board game or something you might be able to win at?” Eli’s just a couple inches shorter than the golden boy, but he’s giving up an astonishing 30 pounds of thick, mouthwatering muscle. However, the words “giving up” and “Eli Black” in the same sentence are an unlikely combination. “Sounds to me like you’re just trying to find an excuse to not get your ass beat by somebody smaller than you,” Eli responds to Austin’s taunts, cool as ice.

“Wow, dude!” Austin chuckles. “Guy’s got a little mouth on him.” Indeed, as Joe points out, this 3-fall match is a gorgeous and athletic rendition of the classic big-vs-little pro wrestling battle that’s been told for generations. While the path has been well-worn, Austin and Eli walk it very, very entertainingly.  Austin suggests opening with a game of mercy (aka, “test of strength”). Eli’s ego is about 4 time bigger than his ripped to shreds body, so he of course (possibly foolishly) agrees. They lace their fingers together and flex their wrists. Eli pours out everything he’s got, straining and huffing and puffing. Austin rolls his eyes and then looks at the camera, demonstrating that he isn’t about to break a sweat.  “Don’t mock me!” Eli snarls through gritted teeth, his pride already injured a couple of minutes into the action.

Austin hangs Eli from the ropes like laundry on the line

There are two Austin Coopers in this match, and both of them combined into one person are exponentially sexier than either one on his own. First, there’s Austin, budding into potentially “the dreamiest heel of all time,” as Joe puts it. It’s not as if he needs to break the test of strength with a sucker-shot knee lift to Eli’s gut. He clearly doesn’t need to pick up and twist Eli’s taut muscles like a pretzel, hanging him like freshly rung laundry from the ropes in order to pound his knee into Eli’s legendary rock hard core. It’s not like Austin needs to kick Eli when he’s down. But like asking Mallory  “why climb Everest,” Austin dishes out unnecessary roughness all over Eli’s battered body for a simple reason: because it’s there. But there’s another Austin Cooper in the ring in this match. He’s every bit as beautiful, bulging, and brawny. But he’s a sensitive, empathic playmate checking on Eli’s well-being with concern. “Are you all right?” he asks with apparent sincerity, even moments before that other Austin rains down another barrage of fists to Eli’s abs. “I’ll help you up,” Austin offers when Eli is struggling to pull himself up to his feet, a half a second before that other Austin bends over, wraps his bronzed, muscled arms around Eli from behind, and hoists the fierce scrapper up off his feet into yet another rear bearhug.  After evil Austin rings out one of the sexiest OTK backbreaker submissions I’ve ever seen, Eli starts round 2 cringing and clutching his throbbing lower back. “You really did a number on my back for that one!”Eli snarls angrily. Empathic Austin replies, “Yeah. I feel bad for that. Come on, let’s just go…” But just as amiable Austin is helpfully about to suggest that Eli take a breather in the corner, evil Austin suddenly sucker punches Eli and laughs at him for being so gullible.

The agony and the ecstasy – The most gorgeous wrestling pic ever?

Both Austin Coopers learn not to underestimate every ounce of the dangerous 140 pounder in front of them. One taunt too many, one humiliation to far, and Eli’s MMA training kicks on like autopilot just as Eli seems to be too dazed to defend himself. Primus goes to work on one joint after another, effectively neutralizing all those golden muscles of Austin’s and, more importantly, shutting him the hell up!  He pries Austin’s left knee backward so severely that the “big boy” is in danger of having his own boot shoved up his ass (with his foot still in it!). “Kiss your boot!” Eli snaps angrily, ready to dish out just as much humiliation as he can take. Eli is like a swarm of bees, stinging all over Austin’s luscious body leaving the golden boy with nothing to do but writhe and squirm, defenseless to even know where the next stinger will land.  “It’s a shame your tag team partner Jenkins ain’t here, big boy, to save you!” Eli’s crotch-ripping grapevine displays his fierceness and Austin’s mouthwatering physique, both to perfection. “Time to finish this!” Eli growls through gritted teeth. “And it’s going to end with you lookin’ like a bitch!”

Crucified and just so much workout accessory

Falls even at one a piece, there’s mutual respect filling up all the open spaces between these two cocky young athletes. “You’re a tough little shit,” Austin grudgingly admits. “You surprised me a bit.”  Eli grins at having forced that reluctant praise out of his 30 pound bigger opponent. “I told you,” he replies, “I gotta get my name out there.”  The final fall is down and dirty. Eli paints on still another coat of humiliation, taunting and toying with vulnerable Austin when the golden boy is completely under his control. But Eli’s got 2 strikes going against him. Strike one: he’s fighting 2 different Austin Coopers at the same time, and that fact seems to unsettle even scrapper Eli on occasion, not knowing who he’s facing from moment to moment. Strike two: Eli puts 110% effort into absolutely every move, every hold, every punch, stomp, and slam. Sure, that puts the “big boy” on his back repeatedly, but Eli’s body has taken a serious beating by the time round 3 is well under way. Another atmospheric belly-to-belly splash delivered by Eli clearly hurts “the Shutdown” at least as much as it damages Coop. Sure, a flying cross-body slams Austin to his back, but getting up (slowly), it’s Eli who’s clutching at his throbbing abdominal muscles, quivering from the impact. Even 110% of what he’s got left in his tank isn’t enough for Eli to pull off a second flying cross-body, and the bronzed muscle boy catches him in mid-air. It’s steadily downhill from there for Primus. Once a ship the size of Austin has managed to change the direction of this match, there’s just nothing for Eli to do against wave after wave of Austin’s size advantage crashing squarely and repeatedly into Eli’s battered back. Evil Austin does leg presses with Eli crucified across his back helplessly.  The ultimate indignity (just ask Kid Karisma), Austin drops his meaty ass like dead weight across Eli’s quivering lower back.

The RHW camera work is, as always, incredible. The high definition close up of Eli’s sweat-soaked face contorted in agony as he writhes on the mat with Austin circling like a lion toying with his lunch is nothing short of exquisite.  Austin plays the possibly psychopathic split-personality heel to perfection, leaving you never quite sure if he’s certifiable, or if he could really and truly possess a viscously sadistic sarcasm that dry. And although this doesn’t quite turn out the way “the Shutdown” probably intended, I’m not about to doubt for even a second that Eli’s soaking up his lessons in the school of hard knocks, conceding the battle in order to win the war and accomplish his explicit goal: to take over the underground wrestling world. It’s Austin Cooper and Austin Cooper winning the match. But this is Eli Black’s Month.

*My thanks to Rock Hard Wrestling for sending me some unpublished stills from this match to post here. All shots from RHW are used with permission, and as gorgeous as they are (that shot of Austin’s crotch ripping in half with Eli looking on like an evil genius might be my fav homoerotic wrestling pic ever), they’re just at taste of how hot the action-in-motion is in this match!

Still-Frame Fantasies

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I’ve got deadlines piling up and work crushing me from all angles, but BG East’s weekend release of catalog 92 was awfully distracting for me. I cannot wait to get my hands on at least a few of these matches. Always a fan of hot new finds, my blood is pumping that much faster for an astonishingly hearty spring harvest of new-to-me wrestler newbies.  I often find that the wrestlers who turn me on hardest in still-frame and the wrestlers who turn me on the hardest in action are only occasionally, not always, the same. So, just judging in still-frame, these rookie delights are making me ache to discover if they’re as hot in motion!

BG East’s Diego Diaz
Just for fun, let me put these gorgeous new “faces” in order of who’s making my mouth water the most in still-frame. Starting off, there’s BG East’s Diego Diaz, who looks like he delivers some mind-boggling muscle bashing on goldenboy patriot, Austin Cooper in Florida Fights 4. Diego’s listed as 6’3″ and 184 pounds and the match description is summing up exactly what I’m seeing. “Diego is a discovery – long, lean, sexy as fuck…” The description seems to suggest that Diego may have been lured into the BG East universe specifically for the purpose of beating the shit out of Austin. I’m hoping  fiercely 2 things: 1) he wrestles as beautifully as the photos and match description imply, and 2) he’s settling in for a long, productive future of muscle bashing at BG East!

BG East’s Damien Rush
It’s an incredibly close call, but Diego just barely beats out lovely new BG East coverboy, Damien Rush, as my #1 still frame crush among the rookies recently taking center stage. Wow, wow, wow! Holy hell, Damien’s sexy, hairy body belongs hanging by his ankles from a stripper pole if ever a body did! 5’11 (or 6′?) and 180 pounds, the tale of the tape seems to put him squarely in the relatively average proportions of moderately fit athletes, but good god, this luscious piece of meat looks way, way above and beyond average! Again, the match description for Strip Stakes 3 (score!) is tantalizing, reporting that Damien is “born to privilege and accustomed to getting his way.” The sexy-as-hell raw fuckability of this silver spoon fed lovely, paired with the photo evidence that he gets stripped naked and keeps on wrestling in his match with heel-rising muscle beast, Morgan Cruise, is sending fireworks exploding in my head. All that promise… I’m breathless in anticipation!
BG East’s Ben Monaco

Mat Rookies’ 1 Ben Monaco is my 3rd place still-frame crush among this current batch of rookies. Hairy pecs, sweaty mat action, and a lip-lock rookie narrative are all major assets to make me crave in-motion evidence that this still-frame hunk is as hot as I think he is. 5’10” tall, 175 pounds, the phrase “one of the meatiest kisses in the history of underground wrestling,” lights a fuse under the powder keg that is my homoerotic wrestling imagination.

Thunder’s Arena’s Kasper

I’m mixing up the roster a bit to insert side of beef Kasper, a new face for Thunder’s Arena. I put Kasper as my 4th most anticipated live-action view after seeing the still-frame previews for his mutual mattress pounding with Thunder’s veteran Batar in No Holds Barred 20.  He’s described as 5’9″ and 185 pounds, and, at least in still-frame, he’s giving me a strong hit of a majorly beefed up, brunette version of Steven Sandvoss. The match description says that Kasper is one of Batar’s “buddies” who likes to give the veteran a hard time for his relatively soft body. If the rookie uses all those bulging muscles to seriously punish his “buddy,” I’ll be a Kaspar fan!

BG East’s Alex Arias

#5 on my list is, possibly, the handsomest face in this crowd. Aforementioned Ben Monaco meets up with Alex Arias in Mat Rookies 1 and, understandably, can’t seem to resist planting his lips across Alex’s gorgeous mouth. Described as 5’8″ and 145 pounds, Alex is one of those finds that might easily be at the top of my live-action favorite lists, but his body, in still-frame at least, isn’t quite as titillating as the impressive hunks ahead of him on this list. That face, though, and in particular those eyes are nothing short of riveting! The combo of these two inspiring hunks makes Mat Rookie’s 1 a product I’m seriously interested in seeing.

BG East’s Ned Nader

And still one more reason to own Mat Rookies 1: new, lean, muscle machine, Ned Nader. While it’s true I’m putting Ned at the bottom of this list, it’s equally true that I’m jonesin’ to see this if this ripped stud is as sexy as he looks in still-frame. It seems like a hard bit of luck to show up for your first BG East mat match and find yourself facing off against pro sensation and one of (or just “the”?) most prolific pro wrestlers across just about every under- and above-ground company in wrestling, Cameron Mathews. Then again, the opportunity to wrestle with Cameron’s phenomenal ass (okay, sure the rest of him as well) may be quite the prize for a ripped little muscle athlete like young Ned. Ned looks like he could be a punk, which may account for my relatively low ranking for him. “Punk” is not often an adjective that is at the top of my list of erotic turn ons. But I’m eager to see what this newbie can do to Cam, and even more importantly, to me.

I just can’t say often enough how much I enjoy high quality and successful recruiting in the business of homoerotic wrestling. The potential that each of these inspiring rookies has in the business and in the end product of cranking my homoerotic wrestling kink, is testimony not only to their raw (and sometimes not so raw) talents, but also to the hard work of the boys behind the cameras keeping this universe populated with not just the go-to boys we’ve come to know and lust after, but with fresh faces and new fantasies that they inspire. Nice work!

Standing Out from All the Rest

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A few months ago, I noted that Steel Muscle God has been continuing to keep it hot and horny, both on his YouTube channel and his site.  For those of you who’ve been living under a rock and missing most of the first year and a half of my blog posts, Steel Muscle God (“SMG,” aka Dan) is a hot piece of man muscle who started posting body worship videos on YouTube, doing private shows, and eventually opened up his own personal pay site (some free stuff there as well). Unlike many similar sites, while SMG is definitely focused on providing mouthwatering material for muscle worshippers, he also has an insightful appreciation for the wrestling fetishists among us. Last month, I decided (in the interest of journalism, of course) to take the plunge and see how hot SMG makes it for paying worshippers.  I’m thrilled to report that I was NOT disappointed! SMG seems to get off on pleasing his fans as passionately as his fans (well, at least I) get off on him!  I was so pleased, in fact, I sent him a note praising him for his devotion to his fans and asking if he’d grant me an interview. He enthusiastically agreed, and as you’ll see below, he’s astonishingly frank, honest, and downright adorable!  You’ll detect that English isn’t SMG’s first language, but he communicates with crystal clarity and the accent does nothing but increase his sexiness by about 25 times.

Steel Muscle God pleasing his fans

Bard: Where did the name “Steel Muscle God” come from?

SMG: When I first signed on YouTube, I wanted a name that would stand out from all the rest. I thought that my muscles are hard as steel, and I was definitely a muscle god, so why not SteelMuscleGod?

Bard: Makes perfect sense to me! I followed you on YouTube for quite a while before I recently joined your website to check out the members-only benefits. You have quite a big and loyal base of fans who comment on your videos and in your website message boards. I get the impression that you have a lot of respect for your fans and that you sincerely enjoy giving them what they want. What do you think about “the guys” who can’t get enough of the Steel Muscle God?

Think you’re better? Prove it!

SMG: I am happy to hear that you have became a member, and I do hope that after this article, there will be many others that will do the same. You are right: people do comment on the videos and on my articles and they do know that I give only the best. I have always respected my fans and their satisfaction has always came first in my book. I live by the motto: If you are happy, I am happy too! I know that being arrogant and disrespectful is what a muscle god is thought to be like, but honestly, I’m not that. As for those who can’t get enough of me, I offer the possibility to do 1-on-1 camshows on skype or yahoo messenger. I flex hard and show off until I am sweaty! And that’s what my guys love!

Bard: Personally, I think that anybody who has a bad word to say about your body is either blind or a moron, but what do you think about the occasional critic who tries to cut you down?

SMG: Haters will always have something to say, no matter what one would do, so I don’t really give a shit about that kind of comments. Some have tried to take me down, by flagging my videos, but as you noticed, I’m still standing. I’m not into quarelling with anybody but all I can say to these kind of people is: Prove it, if you think you’re better than me! After all, I’m still standing and still growing bigger and better!

Bard: Sounds like a healthy, and even sexy, attitude! Your website tells us that your athleticism started with freestyle wrestling. It’s also particularly enjoyable for me to see you bring wrestling into your videos. Even when you aren’t actually wrestling an opponent, you frequently talk about physical domination, like crushing your opponents (or fans!) with your awesome muscles. What does it feel like from your perspective to physically control an opponent with nothing but your steel muscles and your fierce determination?

SMG laughs maniacally as he crushes his (adorable!) skinny
blond friend between his powerful legs.

SMG: I did start with freestyle wrestle, and I can say that it taught me a lot. I might be a nice guy outside the mat but once I stepped into the ring, you will meet the more determined and fiercest opponent ever! I
have only one purpose while there, that is taking you down and making you submit to my muscles!

SMG ties up and takes down
another hunky friend

Bard: As someone who loves wrestling, that’s incredibly hot! You also mention on your website that you “love the feeling of having guys submit to your power.” What wrestling hold or move do you enjoy applying the most? Which one give you the most satisfaction?

SMG: I love when I use my arms or my legs to bring someone to submission. That raw power just gives you the kind of rush that you won’t find elsewhere. And that’s what I really love! I enjoy letting out the animal in me once in a while. IT FEELS AWSOME! Yeah, I do love feeling guys helpless in my presence. I particularly enjoy figure-4 headlock and sleeper hold. Once you get someone into that, you are sure that they will suffer long and good before they will tap out. And I honestly enjoy hearing a guy begging for some air…it’s just fun to hear!

Bard: And it’s fantastic to watch, as well! You’ve got fans who love to worship your pecs. Some clearly go nuts for your gorgeous legs. Your shoulders, your arms, your ass (my personal favorite), even your feet! In your pursuit of “building the ultimate strong and perfect body,” which part of your body do you think is your best feature?

SMG’s muscular development: It’s ALL great!

SMG: I was really hoping you wouldn’t ask me that [laughing]. If guys have one or two favourite muscular groups, I can’t really say which I like best. It’s true that I give particular attention to abs in the gym (training them at the end of every work-out) but I love everything on me. I work each group thoroughly and I try to make the best out of each work-out. That’s why you won’t see any noticeable differences between muscles, with me (e.g. arms and legs or chest and legs).

Bard: Your proportions are definitely amazing. You also have an unmistakable flair for drama and a very fun sense of humor that comes through clearly in your videos. I’ve enjoyed watching the videos of you applying for a job with a naughty employer who demands to see you strip, for example; and the videos where you catch some silly, skinny guy snooping around your things and you make him suffer for it. Have you ever acted?

SMG: I’m happy to hear that you have enjoyed that! I never been in front of the cam before I started this making videos venture, but I have to say that I love impersonating a muscle bully or a demanding muscular guy. I have a bit of everything and that is clearly seen in the videos! I’m just trying to make every video worth watching over and over. If I achieved that, then I’m happy.

Bard: I think all your videos are wonderfully entertaining! I know that you’ve said that you’re officially retired from freestyle wrestling, but have you ever done professional wrestling? Would you consider it in the future?

Daniel Craig’s got nothing on SMG!

SMG: I haven’t done any professional wrestling, but I’d like to try that. I love doing all sort of stuff, and I’m sure it would be lots of fun! Plus, I would be submitting guys and get cheers from the fans! How
cool can that be?!

Bard: I’d be there cheering with the loudest of them! I’ve also enjoyed your sense of humor that comes through in the the videos where you take a “magic potion” that makes you hulk out and rip through your clothes. But for the record, you’re an all-natural bodybuilder, right? No potions?

SMG: The magic potion is definetely a nice idea, but I clearly stated in my YouTube videos and on my site: I’m as natural as I can be and I would NEVER consider taking roids just for the sake of size. I believe that I can achive anything I want just by hard work and determination, and I got plenty of that!

Bard: You occasionally have “co-stars” in your videos, such as that gorgeous bodybuilder you recently posed and wrestled with who almost (but not quite) has as hot a muscle body as you do! Personally, I also think that the skinny blond guy who we’ve seen you beat the crap out of more than once is pretty hot, for a skinny guy. What do your friends think about your online life as the Steel Muscle God, and what do they think about it when you ask them to come on camera with you?

SMG: I try to find the right guys for my videos, and I think I’ve done a good job so far. It’s true that I can do better, but we got plenty of time ahead.  And I will make sure that my friends will know what you
said about them [laughing]. My friends know that I am a demanding muscle guy in front of the cam, but they also know me as the down to earth guy who enjoys a nice ice cream. Some have given an odd look when I mentioned the camera thing but some were quite enthusiastic about it. It’s all up to the guy, I guess!

SMG shows off every divine inch of his body

Bard: Definitely tell your blond friend that he’s got a fan! For people who only watch you on YouTube, they may not be aware that your videos go far beyond what YouTube would allow to be posted. You’ve generously displayed every incredible inch of your muscled body for your fans, including more than a couple intense sessions where you jerk off on camera. First of all, damn! Your cock is every bit as gorgeous as the rest of you! Second, thank you! There are a lot of muscle-worship websites out there that are all tease but no show. Have you ever wrestled naked (and if not, would you consider wrestling naked for your fans)?

SMG’s lats and shoulders bulge gorgeously

SMG: Youtube is a bit of a bitch (if not more) so I would never do the mistake to post “hot” teasers on there anymore.  However, I did post some exciting teasers for my HOT happy ending videos, and I think that the guys who signed up for becoming a member on my site never regretted doing so! I like to go from mild to wild and not shy about letting the world see/know about it. As for nude wrestling, that’d be something that I’d have to try. I just gotta find the right opponent [laughing]. And thanks for appreciating the hot videos. It was awesome doing them, and this way my fans found out what I meant by being able to “bounce every single muscle” on my body.

Bard: It’s definitely not just having steel muscles, but what you do with them. And you do incredible things with your body! I know a few bodybuilders who are quick to point out that they actually have a tough time getting a date. Between working out obsessively, dieting all the time, and just living the disciplined lifestyle that it takes to sculpt muscles like yours, finding time for a personal life seems like it might be hard to do. Do you have a partner (if not, do you date?). What turns you on when you’re looking for someone to be with?

Beach wrestling, anyone?

SMG: The lifestyle of a bodybuilder is not always honey and milk. It does compel you to a strict schedule and diet, but the trick is to find the balance between work and personal life. It took me a while to find it, but once I did, I just try to maintain a healthy work:fun ratio. And dating is fun, though having someone to support you is pretty important.

Bard: I wrote a series of posts on my blog a year ago in which I imagined what a wrestling match might look like between you and another YouTube bodybuilder with his own personal website, Adam400m. I have to say, despite Adam possibly having bigger muscles than you (though surely not as perfectly proportioned), I couldn’t help but picture you conquering him with your steel muscles and that incredibly sexy voice you have. How does it feel to know that you inspire sexual fantasies in an army of Steel Muscle God worshippers?

SMG: Funny you mention that guy. I wrote hima few messages, letting him know that I’d be interested in a pose down and wrestle match (friendly one, of course) . He never replied back, and the same thing happened with another musclegod of YouTube (won’t give his name though). I found out that they can’t handle a challenge! And without any meanness, Adam gave a kick to his muscle by using roids. That’s why I was so keen in meeting him, ’cause I knew that even with bigger muscles he wouldn’t be able to take me down! And yeah, that would’ve been quite a hot video to watch! Let’s just pray that he’ll be answering my messages after this article is posted! It feels good to know that you inspire other people (sexually or in the gym). It’s something that makes me smile, and if possible, I try my best to turn them into reality in one of my videos!

Bard: Well, I love your videos and you’ve provided a ton of fuel for my fantasies. I have to say that I can’t often afford to purchase your pay-videos, but I’ve found your member-site incredibly entertaining and worth the investment. Thank you for taking the time to answer some questions for me and my readers. Is there anything else you’d like to say to the gay guys out there who get turned on by hot guys wrestling?

SMG: I know that not a lot of guys can afford the videos, especially in this period of time, but those who decide to go for the membership, they are definetely doing the right thing! The website is just like my body: it will continuously improve and get better and bigger! That’s a promise and my fans know that I always deliver! I would just have to mention that I’m looking forward to making more wrestle videos. I know that the people are anxiously waiting another match between me and some muscle guy, so I will give my best to make that happen! Keep watching the site and my YouTube posts and let me know if there’s anything you’d like to see in the future! It’s been a pleasure to answer your questions.

Bard: It’s certainly my pleasure, and I look forward to more, bigger, and better Steel Muscle God!

Steel Muscle God delivers on his promises.