Tag: James Dawson Martin

Reading the Contract

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I just posted my latest flight of fancy over at the Sidelineland group. It’s a sequel to my resurrection/homage to BG East’s “The Contract” series which featured muscle jobber extraordinaire, Brad Rochelle, being made everyone’s bitch until he finally had enough, turned heel, and started laying out fresh face after fresh face. Like so many, I miss Brad, and it’s not hard to detect my nostalgia for some sweet Brad performances in this new piece of wrestling fiction.
In fact, Brad plays a role in the unfolding story of James Dawson Martin’s forced face down with the terms of the contract he signed with BGE boss Kid Leopard. In real life, Martin is a YouTube phenom, Britboy transplant to LA who’s been trying to work up traction as a fitness model, actor, personal trainer to the stars… whatever a smoking hard physique on a 6’3″ flawless body coupled with an English accent will get you (in my book, it’ll get you far).
Brad is a supporting character in this bout, leaving the head-to-head rookie slamfest to one of my rising favorites currently at BGE, Joe Robbins. Joe delivers the action, but I must admit that this story is merely foreplay for one of my fondest recurring fantasies, that being Brad moving into an explicitly homoerotic sex wrestling direction. I’m a big proponent of the argument that wrestling most certainly doesn’t need to involve fucking or sucking to qualify as homoerotic. That said, even the more conventional wrestling motif in homoerotic wrestling typically fires me up most when I can’t help but picture a post-match scenario that turns physical into sexual conquest. It’s a little like unrequited love that Brad never took a turn in the more explicit niche of homoerotic wrestling. That never stopped me from imagining it, though… fondly.
BG East has been generous in giving me their permission to post pics here, and they seem to tolerate the license I take with their hot characters as I write them into my own homoerotic wrestling scenarios. BG East and the fantastic performances of folks like Kid Leopard, Kid Vicious, Brad Rochelle, and Joe Robbins have given me a lot of satisfying entertainment for a long time. My hope is that writing them into fantasy matches of my own making is as respectful, humble contribution to promoting the BG East and larger homoerotic wrestling universe.
And writing them turns me on.

The Gift that Keeps on Giving

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I’m so pleased with a couple of President’s Day presents I got this year. What, you don’t exchange presents on President’s Day? How sad for you. You should consider it next year. It’s fun.

The first present I received was a nice, hot piece of wrestling fiction giving us a glimpse of what Bode Miller’s future might look like if he ever accepts an invitation to meet with Vince McMahon. Bode won bronze just a couple of days ago at the Olympics. He also gave an interview with Matt Lauer that made me think that Bode’s still a little dickish. Matt had to spoon feed Bode some lines to get Bode to say something warm and fuzzy about his baby.
Bode still has a naughty fratboy air about him that I continue to think would serve him well in pro-wrestling. This new piece of fiction now posted at the Sidelineland wrestling fiction group paints a picture of Bode’s up-close introduction Chris Master’s granite pecs.
Then, totally coincidentally, another reader dropped still another fictional wrestling match in my inbox to share with the Sidelineland wrestling fiction group. Sweet! From an entirely different angle, this second original piece of hot creativity paints us the picture of what it would look like for the boys of the 80’s TV show CHiPs to finally prove who’s in charge. I seriously love me some of Jon’s blond farmboy look, and frankly I was ready to put money on him cracking Ponch like a hazelnut across his knee. But don’t count out the Latin heartthrob.
I was so inspired with the spirit of giving, I put my nose to the grindstone and finished off a fictional match I’ve been working on for a while. Ripped from the headlines, my twisted imagination wondered what might it look like for fitness model muscle god, James Dawson Martin to answer Mitch Colby’s MySpace ad looking for some musclehead to wrestle. Mitch, the reigning title holder of my favorite homoerotic wrestling pornboy, has his hands full with the massive muscles of ambitious young James. The production team gets sucked into the action in this BG East fantasy fight, as muscleboys learn, once again, the importance of reading the fine print before you sign your contract.

For anyone interested in reading and, hopefully, contributing some original wrestling fiction, you can find these hot and sweaty tales of hardbodies at the Sidelineland wrestling fiction group.

Seriously, this was my favorite President’s Day ever. By far. Hands down.

All Comers

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Last week, Mitch Colby posted this provocative message on his MySpace page:

XXX Scouting for wrestlers- sexy muscle boys for new vids for http://lnk.ms/487PQ – who wants to make a little cash and wrestle with me! send me a message!

Sadly, the link is dead, but the concept is making my head spin with possibilities. Mitch as a homoerotic wrestling scout is a fantastic concept. Personally, I’d be the one paying the cash for a chance to wrestle Mitch. I can’t believe it would be worth my money, though. Seconds after Mitch wraps his legs around me, I’d shoot my load uncontrollably and be reduced to begging to worship him. I’m far too enamored with Mitch to have any staying power on the mat with him. He’s looking for competition, it sounds like, and I’d just be putty in his gorgeous, big hands. I’m sure I can dream up some better competition for him, though.
So I’m lining up surrogate scrappers for tryouts in my imagination. I’ve already started a wrestling fiction match between Mitch and James Dawson Martin. The way I see it, poor muscle god, James, fell on hard times after getting spanked in the bodybuilder.com spokesmodel competition. Hard up for alternative ways to turn the marble sculpture that is his body into rent money, James needs to answer Mitch’s call. 6’3″ muscle god versus 6’3″ homoerotic wrestling champion (of my heart). Truly, that would be a match made in heaven. I say an “undagear” style match on the mats.
Ben Godfre should throw his hat (or jock strap) in the ring as well. The backstory I’m writing for Ben is that he has a secret need to be dominated. He dangles that stunningly crafted body with those grade A tattoos in front of the world, longing for some muscle daddy to demand to conquer him. Ben would make Mitch work for it… hard. With goods like Ben is packing, he’d have to demand only the very best daddy to work him over and own him in body and soul. I think Mitch would be up for it. 6’0″ babyface Ben getting thoroughly owned by 6’3″ sweat soaked Mitch is golden. I promise. Trust me, Ben. You want a jockstrap match with Mitch in the Florida bungalow.
My final recruit for a wrestling audition with Mitch (for today) is fitness model extraordinaire, Greg Plitt. I can attest to the delight of working over pretty boy Greg (in or out of my imagination, it’s up to you to decide). Greg appears to have martial arts training, which makes a homoerotic wrestling set up tough to script. But my backstory for Greg is that he’s a glutton for pain, dishing and devouring. He’d be more than a handful for Mitch, but I think Mitch’s skills have evolved enough that a strategic capture of Greg racked across Mitch’s shoulders would spell a simultaneous three-way orgasm (counting me). 6’1″ Greg cock to cock with 6’3″ Mitch would burnout servers with the demand for downloads. Seriously, we can make this worth your effort, Greg. Start out in pro-style trunks in the wrestling ring, so we can see what it looks like to work over a muscle god like you in the ropes.

I ♡ JMD

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This man needs your help. No, it’s not help taking his underwear off the rest of the way (tragically). This is James Dawson Martin, a Brit boy who’s shown off his body and development of his stunning form all over the internet.
There we go again. I see a cleft chin and suddenly I must obey the pouty lipped muscle god attached to it. James released this YouTube video a couple of days ago… sort of (I think he just recycled another video). He’s calling for fans to vote for him to be the 2010 BodySpace spokesmodel.

Holy… shit. I apologize for offending the delicate sensibilities of so many of you, but I can’t think of anything else to say when I start talking about James’ body. I’m a vascularity junkie, as you probably have picked up. To this junkie, James’ legs are straight up crack. Oiled up, pumped up, and legs spread… must obey James… must vote for James… James is my master…
Okay, I’m on board, and I’ve elected myself the homerotic wrestling kink chairperson of the James Dawson Martin campaign for the 2010 BodySpace spokesmodel title. A few hundred unique visitors check out this blog daily, so I’m thinking if each of us vote for James and also recruit three people to join us, the gay wrestling kink caucus can generate a couple thousand votes for him easily. So put on your “I ♡JDM” buttons, and go to Bodybuilding.com today! It has to be today, because voting is open for only 24 hours. This is not the time to be fashionably late, boys. James needs us between 9:00 am Pacific Standard Time on Friday and 9:00 am PST on Saturday to vote for him. It took me a while to scroll through the mere mortals competing against him (“Envied Body,” indeed?), but you’ll find him listed as “Jammer Jay.” James hasn’t yet won a previous round of voting, which is atrocious. He could crush eman88mph like a grape with his 17.2″ arms and 44″ chest. Did I mention he’s 6’3″ tall? Holy shit (oh wait, I already said that).
James has his own website. Not surprisingly, you need to pay to see much of the goods. You can find him on YouTube working out and loving the camera. But the key is that today, Friday January 21, 2010, James needs you to find him on Bodyspace.com, in order for him to be able to rise above the dross and shine like the gold plated muscle god he clearly is. This muscle god needs you. I’m thinking if we put him over the top, he owes us a throw down in the ring with my current champion homoerotic wrestler.