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Reader’s Choice Poll – Dinner Date

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When asked which presidential candidate they would prefer to visit their home for dinner, 52% of respondents named President Obama, compared with just 33% of them selecting $omney.  Personally, I think this is the most useless polling question to be asked every four years, but sadly the American electorate seems to consistently prioritize this kind of popularity contest over actual qualifications for leading this country (foreign policy experience? a grasp of the legislative process? the capacity to make life-and-death decisions with regard to the use of military power and weapons of mass destruction?  no, we’re more likely to vote based on who we’d prefer to have dinner with… oy).  That’s enough of my political analysis for today, other than to alert my Swedish readers once again that if Tax-Dodger $omney is elected in November, I expect one of you to sponsor me as a political refugee.
I say let’s save such weighty questions like who we’d prefer to visit our homes for dinner for really important matters, like considering our favorite homoerotic wrestlers.  Sure, dinner table repartee isn’t exactly all that relevant to what compels us most in picking our homoerotic wrestling fare, but I still say it’s more relevant to wrestlers than politicians.  So this reader’s choice poll asks you to consider who you’d most prefer to have over for dinner.  I’m limiting the field to those who’ve demonstrated at least a little of their communication skills by being interviewed on the pages of this blog.  You can nominate someone else in the comments below, but the names on the poll are strictly drawn from the “friends of the blog” on record. This is about the dinner table, mind you.  Don’t base your choice on who’d you prefer to make you suffer in a head scissors in the living room after dinner.  We’re talking about an evening absent of actual wrestling (though of course the dinner conversation is entirely available to muse on the topic).  We’re also not talking about who you want to fuck.  This is an evening in which no semblance of sexual contact is going to happen.  You can decide how to instruct your dinner guests with regard to attire, so you can eye-fuck them across the table all night long, but physical contact is limited to handshakes and, let’s just say, a lingering, full-body hug to say goodnight (no ass squeeze!).  The real question is who would you like sitting across the table from you to talk with, to ask for their insights, to tell them what’s on your mind, to wax philosophical about wrestling or politics or religion or whatever topic the two of you want to talk about.  So that’s the background.  Here are your choices of dinner guests:

Lon Dumont: the first wrestler to grant me an interview a year and a half ago, Lon’s body and wrestling skills have earned him a permanent spot at or very near the top of my favorites ever since I first set eyes on him.  His ring banter was one of the most entertaining and arousing aspects of his work that captured my attention and keeps me coming back for more.  But his interview was a revelation into the diverse passions and thoughtful, open-minded outlook on life that make me think Lon would make an absolutely delightful dinner guest. Topics you would most likely find yourself discussing: bodybuilding, pets, indy wrestling, homoerotic wresting, hairstyles, freedom from religion, and Rocky.

Ken Canda: this classic from the early days of BG East has his picture next to the definition of the phrase: hot jobber.  His wrestling is foundational watching for those with any interest in seeing the evolution of the pro wrestling babyface jobber into an entirely unique and incredibly arousing fixture tailored to the tastes of the gay wrestling kink audience.  No, you DON’T get to pound him in an OTK backbreaker and claw his balls, though under different circumstances, I suspect he may very well be open to it (so save it for your second date).  But as evidenced in his extensive interview on the pages of this blog, Ken is happy to stroll down memory lane and tell you absolutely intoxicating tales of behind the cameras shenanigans from the early days at BGE, including delightful descriptions of every wrestler he faced and just how incredibly arousing it was to be brutalized over and over again.  You will hear about the esprit de corps that forged bonds of brotherhood and homoerotic beauty among the men who truly enjoyed each other’s company on and off camera, as well as the insights of a fellow wrestling kinkster who continues to live and love the eroticism of wrestling whenever he gets the chance.

Kid Karisma: As he explained in our interview last January, there’s a reason the Boss gave him the moniker Kid Karisma! While you won’t have the chance to get your hands on that legendary muscle ass of his over dinner, you can get lost gazing into those baby blues and have your feet swept right out from underneath you (metaphorically) by that sly, sideways grin and a wink from the man who is as charismatic as they come! He’ll entertain you with the extremely hot candid photos he takes with his phone, and just between the two of you, he’s likely to spill all the dirt on the best, baddest, horniest and hottest action to go on behind the scenes at BG East. I recommend not serving your best china, because I’m guessing this insatiable party boy could be dancing on the table before dessert!

Eli Black: a wrestling match with this hot young phenom would put you on your back in a heartbeat, but a no-holds dinner date with the boy wonder would, no doubt, just as surely keep you on your toes.  As I learned first hand in our interview last February, he’s got an in-your-face charm that I personally find completely disarming, but don’t let your defenses down too quickly.  Eli is not a man to be trifled with, and polite chit chat about the weather or the price of tea in China will earn you a withering insult and sneer of contempt.  But if you’re up for a dinner guest who loves a debate, who wants nothing more than to meet the man who’ll give as hard as he gets, and who never, ever tires of talking about the most important topic of all: himself; then Eli may be your man. I’m also guessing he’ll have his shirt and pants off in a heartbeat if you show a little interest in his ink (but remember, you don’t get to touch, just admire hands-free).

Steel Muscle God “Dan”: SMG rocked my world when he agreed to chat with me about the life of an online bodyworship phenom with an innate understanding of wrestling kink.  While you are not allowed to lick his steel muscles from head to toe during this dinner date, I guarantee you that you’ll feel a stirring deep down in your pants the moment he opens his luscious lips and growls out his erotically charged baritone.  Seriously, this man oozes sexiness. He could make me cum by reading the phonebook, and I’ll be damned if I wouldn’t come back for more of the same as soon as I reloaded.  Although you can’t touch it, SMG is an unapologetic exhibitionist, so whatever attire you specified, plan on seeing him take it off before the meal is over.  Be prepared to laugh a lot, because he’s got an entrancing sense of humor, and he’s the only hot bodied hunk I know with both the balls to take our money to worship his naked body AND poke fun at himself.  Conversation is likely to revolve around friends, working out, and censorship on the net, but seriously… just shut the fuck up, watch his gorgeous lips move, and let that voice transport you to your fondest fantasies.
Skip Vance: although I haven’t enjoyed a full-length interview with him yet, Skip did considerately take  the time to give me some on-the-record feedback on my take on his real life lover and rumored-to-be tag team partner, former homoerotic wrestler of the month Christian Taylor.  An unapologetic jobber with a crazy lust for getting his hot bod bashed mercilessly, he’s off limits for you to dish out any of your own corporal punishment you’ve been inspired to fantasize about after watching Skip at work! But I can guarantee you that you’ll definitely hear him gush about his life of domestic bliss with Christian (including their private wrestling routines), his fierce lust for wrestling, and the catalog of crushing humiliation he’s suffered at the hands of… well, everyone!  Don’t be surprised to also get a strong dose of workers’ rights and musings on healthy cooking, because he’s one well-rounded babyface masochist!

Ben Monaco: in our interview in June, Ben gave neverland readers a glimpse into what it’s like for a new kid on the block to get “discovered” by the star-makers at BG East.  His hungry lips are completely off limits to you this night, mind you, but perhaps you’ll decide to serve popsicles for desert so you can watch him wrap those baby’s around something long and suck it hard.  He’s a new face in the homoerotic wrestling universe, but I can assure you that you’ll enjoy plenty of delightful insights into erotic wrestling from him.  Ask him about the gallons of sweat he drenches his opponents with… go ahead, I dare you, because after listening to him describe his body slipping and sliding across his opponent’s drenched muscles, you’ll be politely excusing yourself to take care of a pressing need that’s arisen in your crotch.  If you can convince him that you can keep a secret, he’ll tell you straight up who’s doing what on camera and off, and he’ll give you his unvarnished opinion on the ranks he’s still working to rise within.

Cage Thunder: my interview in July was just the tip of the iceberg about knowing the man beneath the mask.  You know you want him to knee you in the balls and crush your face into his crotch as you grovel in front of him, but none of that is allowed on this dinner date! So take a cold shower and pick out your finest mask to wear, because Cage Thunder is a class act who’ll demand the best.  Points of discussion to prepare for: wrestling, gear, New Orleans, erotica, boys he’s bashed, boys he’s still waiting to bash, the existential implications of all of the above… If you’re daring, though, you’ll just mention the name “Mitch Colby,” and then sit back and watch the sparks fly for hours on end!

Darius: also granting me an interview in July, bodybeautiful private wrestling hunk turned BG East muscle beast, Darius would be a charming dinner date, I’m certain.  There’s just something about him that makes me think of the word “gentlemanly.”  If it’s the custom in your house, I expect he wouldn’t think twice about taking his shoes off when entering.  Hell, tell him it’s the custom in your house and I bet the beautiful hunk of muscle would take all his clothes off to show you your proper respect, because he’s not shy for an instant about showing skin! Working out, the underground wrestling circuit, his plans to destroy SMG in body and soul… all these are likely topics you’ll cover over the course of the evening, but the only thing you’ll remember when the napkins are put down and the last of the wine gone is falling into those gorgeous eyes and watching his knee-buckling sexy lips move as he talks to you.  Go ahead and tell him it’s the custom in your house that dinner guests flex for their dessert. Darius is not a man to neglect the niceties! 

Cameron Mathews: just last month I interviewed your final option for a dinner date with a homoerotic wrestler.  I know you want Cam and Lon to show up together, preferably to reprise their indy wrestling days and wrestle one another in your living room, but it’s not going to happen this time! If it’s Cam who strikes your fancy, just remember you can look at that legendary bubble butt, but you can’t touch! He’s pretty much the epitome of a babyface, but don’t think for an instant that you’ll have some naive kid tucking his napkin in his shirt and asking you to pass the ketchup for his filet mignon.  This veteran of nearly every production company across homoerotic and straight-up independent wrestling known to man has seen it all, and if you’re ready to show him his proper respect, I bet he’ll keep the conversation lively with stories from the long road of making a living with a passionate love of wrestling, a hot body, and boyish good looks. If you’re looking for reflections on post-Marxist critical philosophers, Cam may not be your man, because he lives, breathes, eats and drinks nothing but wrestling, my friends.  But if it’s every aspect of wrestling from coast to coast, hardbody to doughboy, ring to mat, jobber to heel that will delight you, then you can’t go wrong with picking Cam.

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Crisis of Faith

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Steel Muscle God breaks his opponent soon.
“Come on, guy. Let’s see if you can break me soon. Try to snap me!” The English is just a little dodgy, but Steel Muscle God’s opponent manages to communicate loud and clear. To start chapter 4 of his backbreaker series with SMG, the smart-assed skinny guy slaps down an indefensible challenge. This is Steel Muscle God, buddy! You’re a mere mortal. Of course he’s going to snap you… soon!  

SMG’s spine snapping torture rack makes his opponent’s toes curl
SMG looks incredible, of course.  The backbreaker series demonstrates some of the sexiest aspects of homoerotic wrestling. SMG’s gorgeous physique flexes powerfully, stretches beautifully, bulges perfectly. The body, the voice, the supremely confident, domineering, humiliating domination… I continue to maintain that SMG has an intimate and intuitive understanding of homoerotic wrestling kink.  This 4th chapter of back abuse on skinny loudmouth punk means that members on SMG’s site can see 75 minutes of delightful Steel Muscle God domination dished out all over this guy’s lucky body.  And as I’ve mentioned before, his skinny opponent has a surprising certain something about him as well. I’ve already noted that his taunting, kamikaze verbal challenges both make me laugh and turn me on in anticipation of what SMG will have to do to mete out divine retribution. Watching more of this “match” (aka, mauling), I also noticed that the skinny lamb-to-slaughter also has a delightful way of flexing and curling his toes just when SMG is pouring on the back torture the hardest. Wrapped around that divine neck, he hangs limp and helpless. But when SMG pulls hard on his leg and throat, bending him around his neck in a way that a human body just wasn’t meant to bend, the skinny punk’s toes start squirming, poignantly punctuating his helpless agony. The boy is hurting, and even his toes can’t hide it!
Just try to take your eyes off of those divine thighs!

SMG repeatedly points out to the outmatched punk in chapter 4 the magnificent muscles that made this match a mission impossible for the mere mortal from minute one. He points at the flexing, bulging head on his left quad, demanding that his audacious opponent look, marvel, contemplate the perfection in front of him.

You can look, but don’t touch without divine permission!

As if he can’t restrain himself (I’m with you there, buddy!), the mere mortal reaches out, slack jawed, to stroke the divine, flexing beef in front of him. Over and over, SMG slaps his hand away in disgust. You don’t just reach out and grab divine muscles like this. You have to be found worthy to worship that body. Speaking of, I think it’s about time somebody was found worthy!  If there was someone destined to star in a Wrestle Worship match, it’s Steel Muscle God. I can think of a few opponents that I’d like to see him face in a wrestling match with body worship stakes. I’m first in line. My second choice?

Darius is eager to feel the steel!

Darius commented on my last post about SMG, breaking the news that he’s been in contact with SMG and they’re trying to work out the details for the two of them to meet for a match when SMG visits the US this summer.  This strikes me as a potentially epic pairing of two of the sexiest wrestling musclebodies to be found! Just thinking about them trading rib crushing bear hugs and crotch-to-face head scissors makes me pop! If they sell tickets, I’d like to buy three, because I’m going to have to spread out, and this is going to get really, really messy.

Steel Muscle God swings a lead pipe

In my interview with SMG this spring, he declared his commitment and delight to please his fans. Whether it’s rounding up a friend and convincing him to get crushed, twisted, and humiliated on camera, or if it’s working his divine steel muscle rod into a raging sledge hammer, he’s not about to shrink from doing what it takes to satisfy his worshipful fans.

Time to see ALL of these steel muscles in wrestling action!

This fan, for one, is aching to see SMG go toe-to-toe and cock-to-cock with a homoerotic wrestling hunk like handsome muscleman Darius!  I’ve watched Darius in action, and I wouldn’t dare to presume who would wring out the first or the final grunting, humbling submission. But I can’t help myself but picture post-match extra curriculars that include SMG schoolboy pinning Darius’ mountainous deltoids, grabbing his steel muscle rod in both hands, and cranking out a beautiful shower of ecstasy while Darius strokes SMG’s luscious pecs and pinches his nipples. This is my hope and prayer. Now I will sit back and wait to see if there is a god.

The Evolution of a God

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Dan the Steel Muscle God promised me a follow up interview after our provocative conversation several weeks ago. Now that I’m resettled, I’m doing some pre-interview prep. If you have any questions you’d like me to ask him, let me know. In the mean time, SMG has continued to serve up sweet, up close and intimate looks at his every inch!  The formula that guides SMG’s web presence has you and me squarely in his cross hairs. His weekly body worship sessions are an intoxicating combo of a mouthwatering physique, a knee-weakening voice, and a downright charming, lighthearted personality.  Anyone into hot, natural muscle to admire live and interactive should find plenty to satisfy in the quirky, funny, sexy performances of SMG.

Dan the Steel Muscle God is looking directly at you!

But you and I aren’t just anyone. We’re among those with a particular appreciation for the eroticism of wrestling.  And from the very first YouTube clip I stumbled across of SMG years ago, he’s been stroking my wrestling fetish with remarkable clarity. 90% of SMG’s online presence is solo, so the actual wrestling content is relatively sparse. But that said, of that 90% of solo time, right near 100% of it includes a nod to what turns you and me on hardest. SMG talks (a lot!) about using his gorgeous, steel muscles to squeeze and crush you. A close up session focusing on his lickable legs are punctuated (exclamation points) by purring commentary of how much SMG (and you) would enjoy feeling those thighs wrapped around your body and slowly squeezing the air out of your lungs. He explains that his double bicep flex staring down into his webcam is the view you’d see after he’s brought you to your knees and made you submit, quivering, to his dominating power.

SMG tames a contender trapped between his steel trap steel muscles.

While I find plenty in SMG’s solo work to hit the spot, he does occasionally recruit a buddy to appear with him, and with increasing frequency his buddies are up for wrestling the Steel Muscle God. My favorite so far is a compact cut of prime beef who nearly rivals the Steel Muscle God in some body part side-by-side comparisons.  SMG did a scissorfest jockstrap mat match with this satisfying entree a couple of months ago. That match ended with a shocking nut shot for which SMG promised fans that some form of strict discipline would be enforced on the demigod challenger in a future confrontation.

SMG threatens to break another contender in half across his bulging shoulders!

While I’ve been out of contact with the internet, SMG has since posted a mattress match against a surprisingly sexy, skinny, goateed scrapper whose physique is nowhere near the caliber of steel muscle godliness, but who instantly has a snarling, fuck-you-and-your-steel-muscles attitude that catches me off guard. He’s no babyface muscle boy. He’s lean with downright skinny legs. I’d easily overlook him in a crowded bar. But he’s game in a big, all-in way that turns me on even more than it clearly irks a contemptuous SMG.

You could do your laundry on that 8-pack while SMG presents his suffering opponent up like a cat showing off his mouse.

SMG’s on-camera wrestling repertoire is expanding rapidly, and I’m enjoying (to say the least) watching the evolution. He’s been primarily a scissors and bearhugs man from what I’ve seen of him in the past, but with this new skinny, cocky loudmouth, SMG unleashes a menu of hot pro wrestling holds that display his power and beauty as beautifully as they demonstrate his total control of his opponent.

Tongue wagging, SMG makes eye contact to let you know this is all for you!

Spend even a few minutes with SMG, and you’ll learn quickly that he’s ALL about pleasing his fans. His devotion to his worshippers is coming through in an incredibly sexy way as he’s growing more creative and confident in his dominating stylings. He mugs for the camera, usually silently (though sometimes he speaks directly to the fans) signaling that every step of the way, he’s serving up his suffering opponent for the pleasure of the viewer. His sexy sense of humor peeks out with a wink and a wagging tongue as he does chiropractic work on his opponent in several backbreaker variations.  Racking the boy across his bulging shoulders, SMG shoves the lucky bastard’s face into the camera to demonstrate the chumps total humiliation for our enjoyment.

SMG looks stunning as he rains down verbal humiliation on his helpless “challenger.”

SMG’s cocky banter flows like liquid gold, punctuated irregularly by the grunts and gasps of the outmatched mere mortal nearly getting ripped limb from limb. So many of the qualities that I particularly find arousing in homoerotic wrestling are wrapped up in the godly, bulging, ripped to shreds body. SMG is always telling a story, and I just can’t overstate how sexy his deep, purring voice is. He’s completely generous with his incredibly gorgeous body, demonstrating every muscle and crevice from every angle an adoring fan might want to study. He seems to intuitively understand that a worship-worthy body like his is only truly actualized when it’s used, stripped to nearly nothing, to dominate a punishment sponge like his latest doormat buddy.

A homoerotic wrestling steel muscle god!

After reading some of what I’ve written about him, SMG commented to me privately a couple of months ago, “You sure are a big SMG fan!” Truer words never spoken. I look forward to more homoerotic wrestling steel muscle godliness, and I hope to get that second interview soon!

Of Gods and Men

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Adam Charlton, aka Adam400m
Neuro-cognitive psychologists argue human beings are wired to detect patterns in their environment, even when such patterns do not actually exist. Like when we ignore the 100 times that our horoscope is completely irrelevant to our lives, but take that 1 time it seems to fit as powerful confirmation that the stars dictate our fates. Our brains tend to select from among available evidence to construct patterned explanations for the world around us even when alternate explanations or the reality of random phenomena are actually in play.
Dan, aka Steel Muscle God
Take, for example, my simultaneous infatuation with YouTube muscle worship entrepreneurs, Steel Muscle God and Adam400m. A while back, I swore that I detected some one-upmanship between these two. A day after SMG would post a new video showing off close ups of his mouthwatering biceps, Adam400m would upload his own video oiling down his gargantuan upper arms and crowing about how massive he is. Adam would post a focus on his telephone pole thighs, and then a couple days later SMG would upload an flex session with his quads, inviting worshippers to imagine what it would be like to have their heads trapped between them. Were these two actually in virtual muscle worship combat with one another? Highly unlikely. But my imagination ran with the idea, inspiring me to write a homoerotic wrestling scenario where these two drop-dead gorgeous muscle hunks meet face to face and pec to pec to determine which one of them is the ultimate muscle god, and which one is destined to fall on his knees and concede.
My interview last month with SMG did nothing but fuel my fantasies when he mentioned that he’d contacted Adam400m and challenged him to a pose-off and wrestling match. While this serves as evidence confirming my belief in a virtual muscle war between them, I strongly suspect that there is a mix-up of cause-and-effect in the phenomena in question. Regardless, hearing from SMG that he laid down a muscle challenge on Adam fired up my erotic imagination plenty.  You can tell from my interview with him that SMG is a classy guy, but it’s not hard to read the sub-text to his story about contacting Adam and getting no response to his challenge. The implication is impossible to mistake: Adam’s a pussy, and what’s more, SMG claims that while his own gorgeous muscles are all natural, Adam is juiced.

I don’t have any independent evidence to verify SMG’s statements. I did reach out to Adam to see if he’d grant me an interview or at least answer a couple of questions. No reply. I bought a membership in Adam’s muscle worship website the same day I signed up for SMG’s website. The documentation of Adam’s muscle growth is pretty astonishing. If he isn’t juiced, he’s a freak of nature. Then again, those fluorescent baby blue eyes of his are hard to believe as well, but they seem knee-bucklingly real. What I learned, digging around in the the respective websites of these two internet hunks, leads me to some pretty firm conclusions, even if I didn’t find confirmatory evidence of SMG’s claims that Adam is comprised of artificial ingredients and that he was too much of a pussy to accept SMG’s challenge.
First of all, there’s just no doubt about it: Adam is bigger. His muscles are thicker. He’s more vascular. Muscle worshippers very well may want to pony up cash to count themselves among Adam400m devotees before they pay homage to the SteelMuscleGod. And between you and me, I don’t begrudge Adam the artificial pump. If he’s on it, it’s clearly producing the sort of fantasy muscleman body that I’m sure he’s aiming for. Over the course of the pics and videos on his website, you can watch some of Adam’s muscle growth, and it’s hard not to come to the same conclusion as SMG. The bodybuilder boy with the baby blues definitely could be artificially enhanced, and I’m guessing as a non-natural pro bodybuilder, he’s fitting right in on the scene. However, size is not, in and of itself, my kink.  There are many a homoerotic wrestling match that I’m most entranced by the relatively smaller guy who defies the math and dominates, humiliates, and lays waste to his bigger opponent. Objectively speaking, however, yes, undeniably, Adam’s got the advantage when it comes to being bigger and thicker. If that posedown SMG proposed ever happened, I have to guess that, juiced or not, Adam would dwarf the SteelMuscleGod commandingly, and he’d give that cocky, you-fucking-love-me grin of his and nod to the camera to drive home the point that his physique is simply more massive.

But if it comes as any surprise to you when I say that my kink is far from satisfied by sheer muscle size, then welcome. You must be new around here. Because what turns me on is the eroticism of wrestling. And although my imagination is mightily pleased to make all of Adam’s muscles as well as his piercing blue eyes and blond beauty into a picture-perfect babyface pro wrestler, Adam himself is, as far as I can tell, entirely silent on the subject. He performs, clearly in response to the requests of his fans. He dresses in gear that they send him.  He oils up, strips down to a jock strap, gives close ups to specifically requested muscles… but he never mentions a word about what all that mass and power would be good for in body-on-body combat. SMG, on the other hand, is even more enthusiastic to fulfill the fantasies of his fans, and he explicitly connects the dots between worshipping his steel muscles and enjoying what his hard-earned strength can do against a wrestling opponent. He’s posted several wrestling matches in his “store” and available to members, many specifically requested by fans. But even more erotically provocative for me, wrestling seems never far from SMG’s thoughts. I think just about every webcam show I’ve watched in SMG’s archives, regardless of the “theme” (gear, jerking off, posing in oil, crushing objects, worshipping his feet… the list goes on and on), whatever the ostensible topic of the session, he almost always muses in growling, sexy tones, about capturing a lucky worshipper’s head between his gorgeous thighs and squeezing, or crushing an opponent’s face between his rock hard pecs, or racking a screaming mortal across his square shoulders. What’s more, SMG’s bona fides among us include the fact that he competed in amateur wrestling when he was younger. Adam’s athletic background? He was a sprinter. Not bad mind you, but in a side-by-side comparison, SMG more than makes up the ground when it comes to satisfying the wrestling kinks among us.

More generally, the comparison between SMG’s website and Adam’s when it comes to explicit eroticism is… well, no comparison. Adam flexes for you. If you watch most any of Adam’s for-free YouTube clips, that’s pretty much what you get in the pay-site, just more of. There’s exactly one video that I can find of Adam posing in a jock strap. For more skin that that, there’s nothing in sight. There’s a hot teaser shot of Adam naked, coving his junk with his left hand, head carefully cropped out. But whenever this shot happened, I don’t see it represented elsewhere on his site (you can also pay for a private session, which may be when he’ll get more daring). SMG, on the other hand, successfully pulls off both the tease and the full monty. Some of his sessions are more coy than others, but you can find gorgeous detail of just about every inch of of SMG’s bulges and crevices in one format or another (usually in video!). He sports a lovely, thick, uncut cock and beautifully proportioned balls, and with only a little digging, you’ll find a video of him working up slowly and intimately to a naked erection, totally turning himself on as he growls and coos for the camshow audience, until he sits back in his chair and rubs out a hot shot across his washboard abs. You will NOT see this from Adam. I’ve been studying every shred of evidence I can find, but I have no idea if Adam is cut or uncut, long, stubby, thick or pencil-dicked. Guys into being locker room voyeurs will be taken only so far by Adam. SMG puts sizable distance between him and Adam for what he’s offering an erotically inclined audience.

The final details of this site-by-site comparison put the nail in the coffin of a certain blue-eyed Britboy, as far as I’m concerned. It’s a little hard to navigate the site in the first place, but it appears to me that Adam hasn’t actually updated his membership website with new content in about a year (almost 2 years when it comes to photos). SMG’s last update of new material was posted yesterday, comprised of a 5-minute focus on his gorgeous legs just after returning home from a leg workout (“more squeezing power,” SMG explains). He also posted an archived copy of his cam-show from a week ago, including the last 22 minutes of his gear-fetish send up, changing into one set of trunks/underwear after another to satisfy as many fan fetishes as he can.  And finally, SMG always seems to be having fun, which makes it that much more sexy to watch. He laughs, a lot. Not a self-conscious dumb ass laugh, but a hot, sexy, supremely confident laugh. He can give a running narrative in titillating detail about every inch of his body and what he could do to dominate you, as he flexes for 50 minutes at a time. Adam… well, Adam sounds a little bored. He typically starts his 4 or 5 minute videos with some chat (love the Brit accent), but then he’s generally silent as he flexes. He favors his front side a lot, always leaving me craving to see him drop trou and deliver that fuzzy muscled ass of his a lot more. A reader of this blog recently confided in me that he finds Adam “boring,” and I have to agree, though I think it’s more that I find him bored, which translates into a sense of boredom on my end.  You’ll pay $18 (American) for a recurring one-month membership (which is slightly a pain in the ass to cancel), or $46 for 3 months. SMG will cost you just a little more: $23 for a non-recurring 1 month, or $20 for a recurring month-to-month (he’s offering a 3-month discount that you can email him and ask about). But mind you, the price comparison appears to include no new content from Adam in about a year versus a steady stream of cam-shows, videos, pics and promos from SMG.
I’ll admit that SMG’s openness to respond to my request for an interview also adds to my favor, but it’s not just the ego-stroke. I think SMG is genuinely more responsive, much more engaging, and frankly more interested in his audience than Adam appears to be. I get the impression that Adam is collecting some relatively passive income (particularly since he hasn’t posted in a year), as he pursues his professional bodybuilding career. Good on him, I say. But if you’re a wrestling kinkster or a muscle worshipper who likes a healthy serving of domination with your main course, you’re pretty much going to get what you can from Adam via his FB page and YouTube channel (more, actually). If SMG is tickling your kink, his site is a going concern.  You can also get regular updates and teasers on his FB page, and he’s almost guaranteed to give you a shout out on camera if you sign-in to enjoy one of his highly interactive live cam-shows.


I was thinking about writing a sequel to the fictional homoerotic wrestling serial I wrote starring SMG and Adam a while back, but I don’t think I need to. When it comes to firing up my homoerotic wrestling imagination and delivering a full-frontal assault on my wrestling kink, SMG continues to live large and in charge.

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.

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.

Auld Lang Syne

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Steel Muscle God disciplines a mere mortal
This seems like more of an auld lang syne themed post than a night before the night before Christmas post. Regardless, I took a trip down memory lane yesterday and checked in with a couple of hot hunks that dominated my homoerotic wrestling imagination for months at a time a while back. It’s been over a year since I mentioned Eastern European morsel, Steel Muscle God (“Dan”). In the mean time, he’s transformed his webpage into a fully operational membership site, where, for a price, you can follow SMG’s every flex, growl and stunt.
SMG is divine in nothing but boots and a jock strap!

It’ll cost you. Specifically, you’ll pay $19.99 per month, and if you want full length videos, you’ll still put out more cash (but at a discount off the still astonishingly expensive downloads that non-members can purchase from the site). Now that I’ve cut off Kink.com for sinking Naked Kombat, who knows. Possibly a stint in the divine realm of SMG might be in my future. He’s definitely catering to his audience, bless him. Preview pics and clips show sweetly muscled SMG in domination and bondage scenarios. That ass in a jockstrap is truly an angelic vision!

SMG: Chained god
I don’t always “get” SMG. Like posing while wrapping himself in a chain. I’m guessing some eager fan put that out there and magnanimous SMG conceded to his worshipper’s pleas. Maybe it’s just too avant-garde for my provincial tastes.

Worship your god!
The preview for his body worship video with an adorably hot buddy oiling SMG up and stroking him all over, on the other hand, is inspired. This is a man who’s here to please. SMG is working every bulge and ripple to maintain his position as a man of fantasy. Hot stuff, SMG!
Adam Charlton, aka adam400m
In my mind, I’ve filed SMG in the same hanging folder as Brit bodybuilder beautiful adam400m. The two of them starred in a serial wrestling scenario that held my imagination for many months. So getting a fresh fix of SMG sent me checking out whether adam400m is still stoking the body worship fires.
adam400m lubricates to please
O Holy Fuck! Adam400m is still pumping, flexing and damn it all if he hasn’t continued to build a world class physique! Damn, damn (damndamndamn)!!! This boy is simply HUGE without losing even a fraction of his bright, blue-eyed handsomeness. And I’ll be damned if adam400m isn’t breaking out the babyoil and making everything shine so nice and slick!  His splash page for his membership site looks the same as it always did, but with the proliferation of free YouTube teasers, I’m guessing he’s keeping his $17.99 per month body worshippers well stocked with CockSox stuffers this happy holiday season.
Jesusmaryandjoseph! Those thighs have GOT to scissor somebody!
Big, studly adam400m fought a nasty, back and forth barnburner with SMG in my imagination, but the godly one finally tamed the stunned Britboy, forcing adam400m to obediently suck his tit and acknowledge that, while superhuman, he’s just not quite as divine as the Steel Muscle God.
adam400m is muscled beyond belief and groomed well, too!
I used to credit SMG with an edge in the battle of the bulges on YouTube as a result of his more explicit catering to the gay eye. Adam400m has since turned the heat way, way up, and I’m not at all sure that SMG can boast quite the edge he used to have. Adam400m has recently been tugging his sweat pants down mid-thigh, barely covering the base of his cock while showing off a granite sculpted torso and a neatly scaped fringe of dark pubes.
adam400m’s best side
Adam400m has also managed to show off what I was always aching to see: that v-shaped back pointing like an arrow to massive, hard, round muscle glutes.  Now that, my friends, is a crowd pleaser (at least in the crowd I’m standing in)!!!
The Steel Muscle God: Still ruling the pantheon?

It’s heartwarming (and crotch-warming) to check-in with these two stars of my homoerotic wrestling imagination. I’m truly happy to see them, by all appearances at least, thriving, enjoying themselves, and spreading more than their fair share of bodyworship good cheer. They’ve both come such a long way, but this stroll down memory lane raises a serious question in my mind: with the mind-blowing gains that adam400m has made since getting his hot, muscle ass handed to him by lip curling, snarling, silky smooth SMG, would a rematch turn out quite the same way?  Perhaps in 2012 we might find out whether Conan-adam400m learned his lessons and trained his mind as well as his body to overthrow the godly one in divine retribution. SMG very well may want to watch that sweet, sweet ass of his in the coming year!

adam400m: Ready for revenge in 2012?

Potential

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I’ve been savoring the new release of Gazebo Grapplers 11 from BG East. There’s a lot to be said for GG11, most of which has already been said more skillfully than I could by Joe over at Ringside at Skull Island. Patrick Donovan’s match against Steven Thomas is both hot, sexy, and a sweet reminder of the last time we got a glimpse of cleft-chinned, BG East legend, Brad Rochelle (the story of the match picks up the day after the two of them were embarrassed by Brad and Jonny Firestorm in Contract 9). But for today, I’d like to linger just a little longer on a rookie I’d like to see more of, Gino Gotti.

Gino squares off in the gazebo against baby-faced narcissist and long-time BG East battler, Kieran Dunne. While I enjoy watching Kieran get spanked and humiliated like the little-boy with in britches-too-big that he is, Kieran steps up to the plate here and gives Gino the appropriate welcome that a rookie deserves. I’m a big advocate for the rookie beatdown. Didn’t there used to be a rule that rookies, particularly in their first match, had to be rode hard and put away wet? It seems like that doesn’t hold anymore, with a lot of new faces entering homoerotic wrestling stories as seasoned dominators. But in this case, Kieran gives Gino the classic rookie treatment, instructing him in the fine art of self-worship and then tying him up in humiliating knots.

Gino has a lot going for him in my estimation. He packs his trunks quite nicely both coming and going, and I’m particularly a fan of him going. Like a good, hot Italian stud should, Gino possesses a nice coat of body hair whose will has been tamed but not broken. He’s very fit without being overly muscled, and he’s in possession of nipples screaming out to be nibbled on. But make no mistake, Gino is clearly a rookie. He repeatedly dives in way, way too fast for pinfalls, as if an un-refereed gazebo scrap against the likes of sweat-soaked, mirror-gazing Kieran was ever going to be about a three count. He has a relatively nice self-possession on camera for a rookie, but he doesn’t quite sell his own suffering, particularly verbally. It’s entirely possible that his groans actually sound a little bored when he’s genuinely suffering, but that’s not going to sell an audience (at least it doesn’t me). But in the midst of me feeling a bit uncharitable about Gino’s salesmanship, something really fantastic suddenly occurred to me. Perhaps the sexiest thing about Gino is his deep, “fuck you” base voice. With a little more confidence, some swagger, and a willingness to let his ass hang out when his opponent “accidentally” pulls his trunks down in the match, I think a bare-chested introduction between Gino and YouTube phenom, SteelMuscleGod, could be the most homoerotically arousing non-expicit face-off in history.

It’s the pitch of Gino’s voice that brings SMG to mind for me. Both hot hunks possess a deep, bass snarl that sounds like it comes from a half-mile underground. Whereas rookie Gino seems not to be aware of the arousing sensual quality of his words, SMG has been cultivating the double-entendre laced, dripping-with-sex delivery of his deep growl for a couple of years.

I realize this match is highly unlikely to occur in the real world, so I’ll just have to imagine it. I’ll just have to imagine the aggressive pre-bout circling of one another like predators ready to pounce. I can picture in my mind a snarling pose down as they compare physiques, offering begrudging praise but each stud insisting that his body is clearly superior. The way I’d see it, there would be a ferocious opening scramble with tit-for-tat hip-tosses, head scissors, and grunting escapes, Gino would get his licks in, confidently staring down at SMG’s twisted body desperately trying to squirm free from the Italian’s breath-stealing body scissors. “Ooooo yah,” Gino’s hairy chest would rumble. “All that muscle, just helpless between my legs… it feels so goooood…” Gino would purr from the basement in his chest. Frankly, though, I’d have to imagine that SMG would have the power advantage to finally muscle his way free, stalk Gino like lunch on the African savannah, and eventually capture Gino in a skull crushing standing head scissors. “Mmmmmmm…” SMG would groan as if he’s about to climax. “You’ve never felt power like that before, have you? You can’t handle the muscle of a god, can you? Now tell me, who is your Steel Muscle God now?!”

I’m rooting for Gino to continue to develop that hot, gorgeous, arousing raw talent of his, one way or another.

"Real Big.. and Real Hard"

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In a recent video posting, SteelMuscleGod teases us: “Hey there, what’s up? Here’s a quickie for all my fans out there. Yeah? Someone’s been growing real big… and real hard.”

I think this is a fantastic form of erotic poetry and performance art. There are multiple layers of meaning here. Indeed, SMG has been adding muscle mass over the past couple of years and, true enough, growing real big and hard. And of course, SMG intends to communicate the double entendre. As we watch him flex and boast and tease and taunt, we, too, grow big and hard.
I remain a little bitter that SteelMuscleGod continues to exist on a celestial plane that’s outside of my price range. I understand that godliness is a valuable commodity. But I have to believe that $50 per 15 minutes is not exactly priced to sell. At least, it’s not priced to sell in the circles I run in. I’m confident an economist could run some figures that would illustrate that SMG would have more worshippers contributing to the offering plate at a more competitive per-hour price.
Still, SMG certainly has an eye for the niche that you and I comprise. He has some wrestling submission videos ready for download-to-own. I don’t know who the lucky, extremely tall worshiper is who’s taunted, tormented, choked, squeezed, lifted and humiliated over and over by SMG, but I’m filled with bitter jealousy of him. I’m also impressed with SMG’s commitment to sell a sweet motel room squash. He milks his body scissors delightfully. He illustrates complete command and ownership of his resident “wimp,” flipping and flinging him every which way in a delightfully solid head scissors. And, true to form, SMG loves himself every step of the way. He loves his domination of the “wimp.” And the delight on his face is enjoyable, adorable, and arousing to see.
Still, I’ve only watched the previews. His sweat soaked godliness looks priceless, but there is, in fact, a price on it. I’m still hoping that someone with deeper pockets than I have will tell me how the download is, whether you get the goods that are promised, and whether 15 minutes of even SteelMuscleGod muscle domination is actually worth $50. Someone in professional homoerotic wrestling needs to buy this boy a plane ticket, set up a few matches (in the ring, PLEASE!!!), and truly send this sex-on-a-stick into the stratosphere. I think I’m finding myself compelled to get back to writing some wrestling fiction featuring a given, Eastern European phenom pitting his muscles and snarling attitude against some ring veterans in, let’s say, Boston…

Damn, I hate that “wimp” who gets to feel up SMG as he’s getting pummeled.

Earning a Shot, Finale

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Heads up: tomorrow marks the completion of my commitment to post something on this blog every day for a year. Well, I suppose today is actually the completion of that commitment, but tomorrow is the anniversary. It’s sort of like when we refer to the years that start with 19– as the 20th century. These things always confuse me. In any case, I haven’t decided how to properly celebrate the anniversary tomorrow. Any suggestions that you might have would be appreciated.
In the mean time, the last we heard from the contenders to unseat reigning muscle god champion, SteelMuscleGod, Frenchman Yann had been ridden hard and put away wet by English bodybuilder Adam400m. The muscle god himself, SMG, then stepped in and forced some flexing from the French wannabe. SMG posed an entirely reasonable offer to the broken contender. Worship SMG’s godliness, or suffer. As reader StayPuft commented, not only is the Frenchman defeated, he’s also clearly a fool.
SMG doesn’t look surprised by Yann’s stubborn refusal to worship him. “No?” SMG asks rhetorically. “You’d rather suffer first, and then worship me? No problem.” Leaning against a nearby wall watching the scene, Adam chuckles quietly, his massive chest mounded between his arms folded in front of him.
Quickly grabbing the Frenchman by the hair on the top of his head, SMG shoves Yann’s head between his power legs. Kneeling in front of his tormentor with his head securely trapped, Yann grunts in pain as he feels SMG’s quads flex around his skull. SMG rubs the palms of his hands up and down the striated muscles in his legs as his tongue hangs out of his open mouth. “Yeah,” SMG snarls, “feel those fucking muscles!” Yann wraps his arms around his tormentor’s legs, desperately trying to pry SMG’s legs apart. “I’m going to crush your fucking skull,” SMG snarls. “Feel my power!”
A panicked whine emerges from between SMG’s flexing legs as Yann desperately taps submissively at his tormentor’s hamstrings. “Had enough of that power?” SMG chuckles. Bending forward, SMG grabs the waistband of the Frenchman’s board shorts in both hands and yanks upward. Yann rises defensively to his feet as his shorts are wedged deep between his muscled ass cheeks. Suddenly, SMG snaps his arms around the Frenchman’s waist and pulls upward, lifting the helpless man’s feet off the floor until he’s trapped suspended vertically in the air, his head still locked between SMG’s thighs.
Looking over his shoulder at Adam, SMG sneers as he bounces on the balls of his feet, forcing the air from the Frenchman’s lungs as his arms squeeze Yann’s lower abdomen. To Adam, SMG growls with contempt, “Looks like I’ve got to finish your work.” The grin across Adam’s face slowly fades to boiling fury.
Suddenly, SMG drops to his knees, driving the top of Yann’s head to the floor with a thud. As SMG releases his grip around the Frenchman’s abdomen, Yann’s knees slump to the floor. SMG climbs to his feet, looking down at Yann’s body involuntarily twitching in fits as his traumatized nervous system and muscles fire randomly. SMG hooks his foot underneath his victim’s shoulder and kicks Yann over to his back. Straddling him, SMG looks down as he flexes his biceps. “Look at me,” SMG commands the Frenchman, whose eyes remain tightly closed as pain wracks his whole body. “Look at me!!!” SMG shouts furiously, causing Yann’s eyes to snap open wide in startled fear. “Are you ready to worship your god now?”
Yann’s jaw drops open as his chest heaves up and down in breathless exhaustion and arousal. His hands reach up toward the muscled form towering over him. SMG lowers himself to his knees before sitting his powerful glutes down solidly across the Frenchman’s chest. Yann winces in pain momentarily under SMG’s weight, and then he reaches his left hand upward, alternating between caressing and squeezing SMG’s right pec adoringly. “Now it’s time for your just desserts! Who’s your Steel Muscle God?!” SMG barks down, flexing his pecs as Yann feels them. Slack jawed and glassy-eyed, Yann continues to worship SMG’s pecs with his hands.
Awed, breathless, Yann finally whispers, “You are…”