Boys On Film

I get Rocky Sparks, in his new release, Glamour Shoot 1: Immediate Gratification. “I’ve got a job to do,” he explains to Dio Characi. “I’m just serious about photography,” he claims, even when Dio suggests that perhaps Rocky had other things in mind when he asked to take his picture. “You know what would really make this great, though? Some oil. I want to see you glisten.” Fuck. I really, really get that.

Dio’s recent journey with BG East has just gotten hotter and hotter, and I’m here for it. He was sexy as fuck as a punishment slut in Hunkbash 27. Then he nearly burned the ring down taking on a living legend in front of a live audience in Wrestlefest 4. So I’m just a little shocked to be saying that he’s the sexiest yet in the devastatingly hot, intimately private moments with an overtly creeping Rocky.

In a stroke of pure genius, BG East has uploaded to the Arena that actual Polaroids taken during the match. The camera fucking LOVES Dio, nearly as much as I do! And I love that he calls bullshit on Rocky for pretending NOT to be aching to get worked over by him. Shut the FUCK up, Rocky, because that wasn’t believable for a second.

I feel like Dio should sell tickets for everyone who’d pay a whole lot of cash to get pec smothered, the way he does to Rocky. And bearhugged. And liplocked. Absolutely everything he does to Rocky is clearly Rocky’s dream come true. And again, I say, I get Rocky soooo much.

This isn’t competitive, though there’s plenty of super hot wrestling holds. I mean, Rocky keeps threatening to make Dio work for it, but fuuuuck, honestly? He barely makes Dio break a sweat. I, on the other hand, am sweating SOOO much by the time Dio is grinding his crotch into Rocky’s face and sucking on his nipples until he makes him cum.

For those who are more familiar with Dio’s personality from his social media presence, we get a much better look of that in this match. And you can tell his cold, sneering, nasty domination is his strong suit. Can someone, please, buy Dio a planre ticket to the States several times a year, so that we can get him in front of the BG East cameras a lot more often?!

Save Me a Seat

One of my regular rants is about how much I enjoy homoerotic wrestling in front of a live audience. From the classic public events BG East filmed many years ago, to the more recent Wrestlefest matches, recorded in front of an audience of their wrestling peers, there’s something spontaneous and extra intense about wrestlers going full throttle on each other in front of others. I had the honor of writing the match descriptions for the newly released Wrestlefest 4, because, frankly, I elbowed and shoved my way to the front of the line of writers this time to insist on getting the first glimpse of these two fabulous matches. Both matches were very satisfying, for all of the reasons that I’ve mentioned concerning the extra adrenaline rush of a live audience, but also because the wrestling is just so fucking sexy! For this post, I want to pour a little love on Jonny Firestorm and Dio Characi, and the rich cast of characters at ringside who made their match so… interactive.

It’s impossible for me to overemphasize how much I am turned on by Dio. What felt like a near miss in his debut match, is an absolute bullseye when he climbs into the ring with Jonny. Just objectively, the Brazilian bomber is just so fucking sexy! He’s the paradigmatic babyface, with an adorable face, beautiful even, stacked almost improbably on top of a fucking outrageously sexy body! BG East lists him at 6′ even, but he looks even taller, particularly as he towers over a half a foot taller than fireplug Jonny. There’s a lot to take in on Dio’s bod, from his sweet, round pecs and his hot, hot six-pack abs. But I go a little light-headed whenever I get a serious glimpse of his astonishingly sexy ass. I literally stood up and cheered when Jonny peeled the Brazilian’s trunks off, leaving an unobstructed view of those glorious glutes hugged snugly by a brave, brave little thong.

Whereas Dio brings the shiny and new to this match, Jonny brings the legitimacy of a legend. This is Jonny’s second Wrestlefest, and mind you, Wrestlefest 3 was released well over a decade ago. Jonny has been heeling, day in and day out, the whole time, and was already approaching legendary status well before Wrestlefest 2. I’m still a little astonished he and Kayden can be in the same room together, because the sense of something dangerously unsettled is palpable, as the reigning, back-to-back, multiple Top Heel awardee Kayden watches the talents and terror of a mentor who was perfecting the craft well before the first BG East year-end besties were ever handed out. Jonny’s beefy, hairy, and looking like a badass brute, which is the absolute perfect complement to cherubic playgirl bunny Dio.

The action is intense and brutal. As you might imagine, Jonny is downright diabolical, and having a couple of heel proteges at ringside certainly seems to bring out a little extra sadism and a little devilish gleam in Jonny’s eyes as he brutalizes the Brazilian babyface beauty. When he plants Dio in a tree of woe, I knew there was something magical about to happen. I had NO idea that magic would include Jonny, literally, chomping down on Dio’s huge, vulnerable bulge! Fuck, I wouldn’t brush my teeth for a week, to savor that!

While this is a babyface beatdown, this is not a squash. Dio is a fierce mother fucker, and I love him for that. He turns the tables several times on the bulldozing heel, and I buy every single one of them. A hugely muscled bearhug and a gorgeously savored OTK backbreaker demonstrate convincingly that Dio is a beast, and he came to play. But woah, the torture rack?! Parading Jonny-fucking-Firestorm around like a chump on his shoulders, wringing him out in front of the bench of babyface boosters drowning a wailing Jonny with taunts?!? Sweet!

The wrestler-audience does their job, keeping it live, fresh, and intense with the guarantee that somebody is going to get ultimately and publicly humiliated. I love the spontaneous taunts and cheers, the pleading with Dio to hold out against Jonny’s machinations, the jumping up to land a few gratuitous, completely illegal blows of their own when the opportunity “presents itself.” I’m registering exactly two complaints about the audience, though. Complaint #1: What… THE FUCK… is Freddy Campbell doing on the heel bench!? I mean, I realize that he’s Ash’s boy toy and all, but the doe-eyed pretty boy has GOT to be in line for jobber of the year at this point, and slipping him onto the heel bench, even with his badass boyfriend protecting him, just seems like a miscast. Complaint #2: Will someone PLEASE take your sock off and shove it down Forrest Taylor’s throat!?! Dude, he does not shut up, and I almost can’t quite suspend my disbelief enough to wrap my head around how Jonny didn’t drag him by his lumberjack beard into the ring and beat the living shit of him right next to Dio. Hell, I’m a little awestruck that one of the other babyfaces didn’t get fed up with Forrest’s over-exuberant work on the sidelines and pummel the pretty boy themselves. If there was ever a jobber gagging for a beatdown, it was Forrest that day on the babyface bench at Wrestlefest 4.

I loved this match, and I’m proud to have been honored with the opportunity to write the match description!

Mio Dio!

I’d like to extend my personal welcome and heartfelt gratitude to Dio Characi, as he debuts with BG East! I’ve been swooning over Dio on social media for several months now, and it was like manna from heaven when he strolled into frame as part of Hunkbash 27, in the latest catalog release just a couple of days ago.

I was already a little big familiar with Dio from the teaser clips he posts on Twitter, featuring some of him wrestling, but even more of him brutally dominating and humiliating extremely eager worshipers. The Brazilian hunk is such a perfectly sexy example of a cherubic, ridiculously adorable baby face, attached to an insanely sexy, dripping with sensuality, centerfold-ready body. I was already in awe of him, but the cottage-industry format of his self-produced work hasn’t let me really study this stunning stud from the angles, and with the quality of video, that I’ve really, really wanted. I have literally said, out loud, “Fuck, someone buy this muscle hunk a plane ticket and get him into a BG East ring!” So, in further proof that the wrestling gods answer the prayers of the truly devout, Dio showed up to face Ace Aarons.

This is not a unqualified hit for me, I feel the need to put out there right away. I feel like Ace and Dio aren’t quite on the same page, in a way that keeps interrupting the seductively sexy flow of the story that they’re telling. The story is sensational, mind you. Ace is the pro wrestling hunk with a thousand ways to wring a submission out of an opponent, and the scorching hot bod to look so, so good doing it. Dio is openly in awe of Ace. Like, he can’t restrain himself from almost instantly touching him, almost reverently. There’s this strong, not quite spoken out loud element of the story that says that Dio would just as soon get straight to fucking this hot, hard, pro wrestler. But then there’s this added twist, that’s delightfully twisted, that Dio is getting OFF the more Ace manhandles him.

Okay, so far, we’re golden, as far as I’m concerned. I’m also thrilled with the plot point that Ace, despite his aggressive, best intentions, keeps getting almost hypnotically distracted from schooling the newbie, because of Dio’s insane prettiness and smoking hot bod. Again, absolutely everything makes perfect sense to me about this story. If I was hell-bent on beating the shit out of my next opponent, and in walks Dio… yeah, I’d have a hard time remembering mission #1.

There are misfires in the chemistry, though. Like, Dio is seemingly getting stoked hard by getting manhandled, but then again, he takes the opportunity to turn the tables whenever Ace gets distracted by the Brazilian’s sexy (SEXY!!!) lips. He literally defies Ace’s claim that the pro wrestler has “punished” him by shoving Dio’s face in his crotch, instead making it clear that Dio is downright ecstatic to have his face shoved in Ace’s crotch. “So, you push my head in our crotch, and you think I am the loser?” Dio is incredulous, like he’d rather be nowhere else in the world. But then, why is he fighting so hard to punish Ace?

There’s also this moment that feels like actual heat, when Ace calls Dio his bitch. You can almost see Dio’s spine stiffen, as he rejects the claim. “I will NEVER be your bitch!” And, for a moment, I’m thinking that’s exactly what Dio has been sort of angling for from the very start of this match, to get severely punished in just that right way that gets Dio off, to be manhandled and dominated, not despite Dio’s intentions, but because he wants it bad. Maybe it’s a moment that got lost in translation. But I’m sort of confused about exactly what Dio wants. And the harder Ace shakes himself out of the hypnotic reverie of lusting over the new kid, I’m not exactly sure what’s motivating Ace, anymore, either.

I’m having a hard time explaining what I thought was a misfire, and I’m in danger of making much more out of it than I really intend. So let me just point out what is working really, really, REALLY well for me in this match. Dio Characi is fucking GORGEOUS in high definition, and in extremely brief white trunks. His thick, hairy thighs, and that beautiful, round ass, are 110% worth the price of his plane ticket from Brazil. His smart ass banter and that knee-bucklingly sexy accent make watching him in a full match for the first time intensely rewarding for me, personally.

Ace is punishing and relentless, and watching him play the part of the beast, seduced by beauty, is both hilarious and provocative. Maybe, I’m just resenting Ace for successfully shoving down his lust and tearing his lips away from Dio’s, because that requires a suspension of disbelief that even my legendarily outrageous imagination struggles to achieve.

Please, please, homoerotic wrestling gods, grace us with more Dio matches. And I beg you, in the name of all that is good and right in this world, pit the Brazilian heartthrob against a mere mortal, more like me, someone who, when faced with Dio’s erotic offense, will see that story through to the only conclusion that could possibly make sense.