Kid Leopard stands in the center of the ring, wearing trunks, a sleeveless t-shirt, and a towel wrapped around his neck. “All right, look,” he says, “I just want to make sure we’ve got the terms straight here, so there’s no confusion. The deal is that the loser does whatever the winner says. Am I right?” The voice behind the camera confirms it. “Okay,” Kid Leopard continues to clarify, “so that means that each time – I’m not talking about the whole match – we’re talking about each time that I make this pretty boy submit that he’s got to do whatever I tell him to do?”
The voice behind the camera agrees, “That’s correct. But on the other hand, he may make you submit.” Kid Leopard smiles broadly. “That’s what I like about you, BG,” he replies. “Hope springs eternal. You haven’t found a guy to do that yet, and it sure ain’t going to be this pretty boy.”
This is a fantastic start to the extremely hot second match on X-Fights 2. This is a classic wrestling kink clinic. Kid Leopard is cocky as hell, horny as hell, and hell-bent on getting off on dominating, destroying, and owning the gorgeous Latino hunk, Chris Stone. This match has the seeds of multiple genre sub-themes that have become classic in homoerotic wrestling. There’s a gear-fetish angle. There’s S&M. There’s hunkbashing. Seven excruciatingly hot submissions would be enough to make my head swim, but it’s what occurs after the submissions that makes this match gaspingly erotic.
After a figure-4 leglock variation makes Chris submit for fall #1, KL maintains the hold long enough to stroke Chris’ truly major league ass. “Now it’s your turn to entertain me,” KL explains. “Now take something out of that bag and put it on… and entertain me.” Chris pulls out classic period-piece shredded, acid washed jeans from his gym bag in the corner. KL insists that the young stud take off his posing trunks first, giving us our first of many shots of Chris’ stunning naked ass and gorgeous tan lines, which has to be acknowledged as the award-caliber supporting role in this drama (right behind leading man, KL).
Fall #2 is the culmination of an incredible wrestling clinic. Bearhug transitions to over-the-knee backbreaker to full nelson to headlock to hangman. The bronze Latino is bewildered and beaten, suffering sweetly until he can’t take it any longer and cries out his second submission. KL peels the jeans off of his opponent, leaving him naked, sweaty, and pouting on his back in the middle of the ring. “Show me something pretty,” KL insists as he instructs Chris to change gear again. A pink thong can barely contain the beautiful young muscleboy, who stretches it to its limit when he’s caught in a Boston Crab and submits a third time. KL doesn’t let go until he’s indulgently stroked his opponent’s ass crack and grabbed his balls. KL’s treat for himself for this fall is to squeeze out a 4th submission, after which he forcefully embraces the battered hunk, kissing him passionately. This is the point at which Chris is done with the match. He sighs in resignation like a puppy put on his back. He’s ready to obey the better man. He’s done. But KL is far from done.
A ball-clawing rack makes the hopeless hunk scream submission #5. Ripping off the pink thong, KL demands submission #6 in a naked figure-4 leglock. KL demands Chris stroke himself before he’ll release him from the torturous hold. “Let’s see you suffer, pretty boy…” KL mutters to himself. “Entertain me…” he says, watching the pain on his opponent’s face, examining Chris’ tense, rippled torso, fascinated to watch Chris stroke his thick cock in humiliating obedience. Another leglock forces lucky number 7 from Chris Stone, for which KL climbs on his opponent’s back and manages an impassioned hands free frot orgasm between Chris’ stunning ass cheeks.
This is pretty nearly my definition of homoerotic wrestling. I know many of you don’t care for a squash, but this match is never about the drama of competition (though Chris manages some respectable reversals very early on in this bout). This works as fine art, telling the fantastic tale of domination and ownership, with a master storyteller entertaining himself, and us, with the humiliating destruction of a stunning bronze hunk. It just about doesn’t get much better than this for me.
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