I have a disproportionate reaction to Killian Ocampo. Of course, he’s objectively cute as a button. He possesses that catnip combination of boyish good looks paired with a seriously beefy, mature body. He’s built like a classic 80’s pro wrestler, thick and meaty in all the right places without the whittled edges and deep cuts of a physique model. At least that’s the shape he’s in as he climbs into the ring in Gut Bash 23 to face the whittled edges and deep cuts of physique model Christian Thorne. I mean, objectively, of course I’m turned on by Killian, especially by his thick, climbable legs and that feast of an ass. But the kid somehow entrances me well beyond the allure of all of those discrete features combined.
Christian should be the looker in this match, with his seriously stunning proportions and sculpted muscles. He’s caught my eye elsewhere before, but this is his BG East debut. On his bite sized frame, every ounce of that reported 170 pounds of his is bone and bulging muscle. By comparison, Killian’s stats put him at an inch shorter, but Christian is just way more physically concentrated. Killian would admit it. In fact he does admit it, openly acknowledging that Christian’s washboard abs are next level. Killian wants those abs, damn it, even if maybe he doesn’t want to put in the work for them. Christian chides Killian for half-assing it with his sit ups. Honestly, I get it, because sit ups are the most boring exercise ever invented. It’s Killian’s idea that maybe some friendly gut punching might spice up his abdominal workout.
A friendly workout devolves into a brutal attack when Killian’s punches do more damage to his knuckles than to Christian’s carved granite. Christian’s muscle-packed punches, on the other hand, chip away at the beefy boy until he’s knocked Killian down. Christian’s cocky about it, but he’s got a light touch. He suggests Killian might rethink cheating on sit-ups, but he offers the pretty boy a friendly hand up. “How in the hell is that going to help me, man,” Killian snarls, as if it wasn’t his idea to trade gut punches with a physique model in place of an actual abdominal workout. He slaps Christian’s sportsmanly hand away and launches a vicious attack, and all that friendly foreplay finally erupts into wicked hot dominating wrestling.
Killian is laser focused on demolishing Christian’s abs (thus, this is a Gut Bash). I’m suspecting that it’s possible that Killian thinks he can rip his opponent’s sculpted core off and replace his own with it. Or, his tunnel visioned attack might be motivated by the idea that fucking up Christian’s gorgeous body will make his own body look better by comparison. Honestly, though, I don’t think Killian’s really thinking. He’s just raging in that impulsive, adrenaline-drunk way that an aggressive young man is apt to when denied instant gratification and his prefrontal cortex isn’t finished maturing. It’s Killian’s repeated gut busters that seduce me into cheering for the petulant man-boy. Fuck, the way he just manhandles the ripped muscle stud, hoisting him into the air and slamming Christian down over his knee, is fucking hot as hell. He’s aggressive and hungry and no shit, I’ll step all over the rock hard fitness model to get my hands on Killian’s cocky flex over top of his flattened foe at his feet.
Just when I’m thinking this story is all about Killian’s impulsive rage and jealousy fucking up Christian’s superior physique, the hard-bodied newbie taps into his own indignant rage. Really, there were a few minutes earlier, when he’s just taking Killian’s shit, when I’m thinking Christian took one too many edibles before this match, but no way. He executes an abdominal stretch reversal that capitalizes on just how fucking phenomenally strong his core is. He tramples and punches the living shit out of Killian’s hard, but not as sculpted core. Like a boss, he yanks on Killian’s hair for a few ounces more pressure and a whole lot of disrespect. Soon enough, beefy Killian is pleading with panic in his voice, “I GIVE UP!!!” And just like that, the story is looking a whole lot more like a petulant kid just discovered he’s in way over his head.
It’s not quite a back-and-forth battle after that, but both injured prides get their whacks. But it’s Killian, with this tree trunk thighs and that lush, LUSH ass that starts rolling down hill like the start of an avalanche. He legitimately looks like he just might snap the ultra-lean fitness model in half in those gargantuan bodyscissors. Like the other side of the bookend from those crotch-stirring gutbusters earlier, Killian muscles Christian into OTK slams, stretching that smoking hot body out, ripping and clawing and drilling into those gorgeous abs. Honestly, I’m pretty sure by this point he doesn’t want to possess them or destroy them, but maybe just eat them raw off the bone.
Killian gloating, flexing, and taunting irresistibly tops me off. I know I just said he looks like a classic 80’s pro wrestler, but as he’s posing over top of his demolished opponent, grinning ear to ear with unabashed cocky pride, he looks like the cover of a 1950’s beefcake magazine. Fuck, this wasn’t easy for him. But damn, the look of satisfaction on his face as he’s got the proof of his superiority splayed out in front of him makes me swoon. Piss this kid off at your own risk. But, yeah, please do that, because I’m here for more!
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